Chapter 2780

Shiler looked at the door number of Room 1913 that he had placed on the table next to him; now this door number was still in his hands, how could it appear opposite Room 1900?

Shiler walked out the door again and looked at the layout of the corridor; 6 rooms on each side, logically speaking, there were three on each wall, even numbers near the elevator, odd numbers opposite the elevator, and both the left and right sides were arranged like this.

In the left corridor, opposite the original Room 1913 was Room 1910, but because Room 1913 was swapped to Room 1900 by himself now, so now opposite Room 1910 was Room 1900.

Then why in the timeline where Peter was, did the opposite of Room 1900 become Room 1913?

Shiler looked down at the door number in his hand and realized that it was possible that he had swapped the door numbers.

But why would he do that?

Before, he always had a premonition that this Room 1913 was very dangerous; when unscrewing the door number, the sound of slamming inside also corroborated this point; Shiler felt that he had no need at all to let this room out now, adding a layer of danger to the corridor that was originally considered calm.

Since he basically had no clues on his side, Shiler decided to remotely control Peter to investigate on his side, so he asked Peter to turn on the video communication; Shiler observed the corridor on that side with the help of his field of vision, while letting Peter do as he said.

Shiler first asked Peter to return to the room, but when passing by the elevator, the elevator happened to arrive at the 19th floor, and dinged once; Shiler's heartbeat skipped a beat reflexively, but the result was that someone didn't know who pressed the elevator, which was why the elevator stopped; nothing walked out of the elevator.

But it was this sound that made Shiler suddenly realize something; he suddenly realized that he had ignored an important clue.

Shiler first asked Peter to pick up the alarm clock in the room; of course, this alarm clock wasn't his, but one he got from Room 1913; Peter was more proficient in mechanics than Shiler, and he brought a miniature toolbox; he said he was confident he could take the alarm clock apart and restore it.

But Shiler only let him open the battery compartment; there were still no batteries inside, but Peter didn't find any hair inside either.

That is to say, the two hairs Shiler found in Room 1905 were special; this might also be related to the special nature of Room 1905.

The investigation quickly fell into a standstill; everything looked normal on Peter's side, and he wasn't the kind of person who could make amazing moves to disrupt the situation with a sudden burst of inspiration, and couldn't even be called a brilliant detective; even though Shiler could use his perspective, the one controlling Peter's body was Peter himself after all; he looked like he didn't understand everything now at all.

During this period, Peter went to knock on Jerome's room door, which was the door of Room 1904, but there was no response inside; Peter looked through the peephole and didn't see anything either.

Shiler had no choice but to let him go around to all the public facilities in the hotel; he seriously suspected that he wouldn't be able to leave the hotel smoothly even after leaving the 19th floor, and still had to find an exit to leave the hotel; it was definitely right to familiarize himself with the terrain more now.

Peter went to the restaurant, swimming pool, gym, bar, and luggage storage, passing by two conference rooms and a business center on the way, but they required reservations, so Peter couldn't enter.

The Wayne Hotel was quite luxurious, and Peter could be considered to have opened his eyes; he usually couldn't afford to stay in a hotel of this grade, so he looked at the flowers while riding a horse all the way; Shiler felt that his sanity had recovered quite a bit.

When seeing the swimming pool, Peter proposed wanting to swim, but Shiler immediately dispelled this idea of his; in the Cthulhu mythos, diving into the water was equivalent to seeking death.

Peter also did one thing, which was to go to the vending machine in the lobby to buy some water and food; Shiler couldn't fully guarantee that this water and food hadn't been polluted, but it was generally better than tap water; in case it was a protracted war, he still had to prepare survival supplies first.

And after comparing the two, Shiler discovered that the time of day in the two hotels wasn't exactly the same; the time in the hotel where Peter was was about 30 seconds later than the time in the hotel where Shiler was.

That is to say, Shiler was now 2:00:00, and Peter's side was about 1:59:30; because this gap was too small, the performance on the minute hand was the same most of the time, so the two hadn't discovered it when they checked the time before.

Shiler also didn't know where this gap came from or what use it had, but he kept this change in his heart; he realized that this must be related to the way the two hotels existed, and might also be related to things with time elements like alarm clocks.

A day's time passed very quickly; Shiler's plan to solve the problem completely during the day was considered to have fallen through, because the hotel was ridiculously quiet during the day; even at the time point where Shiler was, which wasn't stable, there was no abnormality during the day.

It seemed that the key breakthrough was still on the monster patrolling at midnight and the sound of those few rings.

But this meant that Shiler had to stay in this room for another night, because from nightfall, the hallucinations in the room would appear.

Leaving the room to the corridor as soon as it got dark and coming back at midnight wasn't a way either; what if this room went back on its word and didn't let him use the key card to open the door? Of course, one couldn't overestimate their moral bottom line.

Of course, Shiler could also sit back on the sofa, but he didn't intend to do so; he had already wasted a day's time, so he had to seize the time to investigate when the paranormal phenomena appeared; if there were no accidents, the situation tonight would be even more dangerous.

Before dark, Shiler ate something and took a short nap to ensure he was in the best state; he didn't think this room could come up with any more illusions to scare him; the room should also think so, so it was more likely to be physical labor tonight.

Sure enough, accompanied by the last ray of light at dusk falling, Shiler heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom; it didn't sound like a sound made by modern furniture, but more like the sound of the entire bathroom being soaked in the ocean waves.

Water flowed out from the crack of the bathroom door.

Logically speaking, with such a thin door crack, it was impossible for water to flow so fast, but it still made the bedroom floor accumulate a thin layer of water within dozens of seconds; Shiler didn't close the bedroom door, so the water soon flowed into the living room too.

Shiler sniffed and didn't smell the fishy smell of the sea, which meant that the water gushing out from the bathroom wasn't seawater, but it was hard to say whether this water was polluted.

Ordinary people would definitely want to enter the bathroom to turn off the faucet when water started to overflow, but Shiler knew that water wasn't the point; as long as this room wanted to, it could even make the desk lamp start to flow water; it was meaningless to speculate according to common sense.

From the speed of this water flow, this room might want to drown him, because Shiler just thought about it there for a few seconds, and the water had already reached his knees.

The first thing Shiler did was to rush into the bedroom to pick up his briefcase; the things inside weren't afraid of water, but it wouldn't be good if they were washed away by the water flow.

When the water rose to the windowsill, Shiler knew he had guessed right, because the window was open so wide, and there was a sofa supporting it there, yet not a single drop of water flowed out, as if the window had been sealed with a layer of film.

Within dozens of seconds, the water had already reached Shiler's neck; Shiler chose to stand on the part of the sofa inside the room, but this could only delay the time he was submerged by a little bit.

The speed of the water flow became faster and faster; now it had submerged four-fifths of the room; Shiler could barely breathe now, but he didn't choose to swim, just stood by the window.

He believed this room couldn't kill him.

This was nothing more than another kind of intimidation, forcing people to find a way out, because drowning was actually a very painful feeling; lack of oxygen, water pouring into the lungs, struggling to death in suffocation; this kind of despair wasn't something ordinary people could endure.

At this time, as long as there was an exit, whether it was a door or a window, people pushed to the limit would definitely choose to rush out, just to restore breathing.

But Shiler wasn't a normal person.

When the water submerged the entire room, Shiler felt suffocation; he was sure this was real water, not some illusion, but he kept holding his breath and standing still, as if he were at a stalemate with this room.

This body of Sochip was an ordinary person; he needed to breathe; without pre-oxygenation, the time for holding his breath was very short, and very quickly it had reached the end.

Shiler opened his mouth and nose, letting the water pour in, entering his nasal cavity and lungs; sharp pain came from the respiratory tract, his stomach kept churning, his chest hurt as if it had been hollowed out, and his consciousness began to blur.

But Shiler still didn't have any movement; even if he only needed to stretch his head out of the window now, or even just tilt his head to the side a little, he could completely break free from this painful predicament.

But he did nothing.

He even relaxed his body, letting himself drown in this ocean of hallucinations; the room seemed to have deliberately prolonged the painful process, or simply let Shiler stay in this state, and after a stalemate for half an hour, the water in the room receded.

It seemed that the time this room could make trouble was limited, roughly from nightfall to midnight or so, so it was meaningless to have a stalemate with Shiler here.

The room chose another way; this time it was fire.

If there was any way of death more painful than drowning, it must be being burned to death; to be precise, in fact, the vast majority of people who died in fires died of smoke; they were choked to death by the fog; this way of death was also quite painful, but compared to being really burned alive, it was still a bit of a small witch meeting a big witch.

There wasn't half a bit of fog in the room, but the fire was getting bigger and bigger.

Shiler simply walked down from the sofa, because he had already verified his guess; this room couldn't kill him; it was nothing more than feeling that he wouldn't be able to stand it and would commit suicide.

The human will to survive was very strong; at the critical moment, as long as there was a way to live, they would try every means to crawl up; those near the window would go through the window, and those near the door would go through the door, but unfortunately in this eerie place, neither the door nor the window was the one opened by God, and would only lead to a more desperate dead end.

But this time Shiler didn't intend to let this room get its way; although he didn't fear pain and death, being captured without a fight and being slaughtered wasn't his style either; on the contrary, watching the other party get angry but unable to hit him was what Shiler was most willing to do.

Shiler rushed into the bathroom in one stride and stood on the toilet lid.