Chapter 2795: The Forbidden Zone of Strange Demons (Part 3)

It was known that there were two factions in the restaurant, namely the conspiracy faction and the reckless faction. The synonym for the conspiracy faction was the ubiquitous elevator bell sound. This was like a secret code of theirs. As long as there was an elevator bell sound, they must exist.

The head chef and the waiters in the restaurant weren't on the same side at all, and the waiters would be called over by the elevator bell sound, which meant that the restaurant itself was the conspiracy faction, while the nerves on the head and the head chef were likely the reckless faction opposed to them.

Jeremiah, who was sitting in front of him now, claimed that he hadn't died in so many days of cycles, and told Shiler that there might be a person in the kitchen who could communicate. He was the owner of these nerves, which meant he was a person of the reckless faction.

If Shiler didn't guess wrong, this person might provide him with some information, but all this sounded like the conspiracy on the 19th floor, the same "everyone says so," the same trap hidden in the most desperate place, making people have to believe and rely on it.

If it were an ordinary person sitting here now, even if he luckily survived in this restaurant like hell, he knew that leaving the restaurant now was looking for death. He felt it during the process of taking the elevator down. Now there were monsters everywhere in the hotel. Leaving the restaurant might also die elsewhere.

At this time, hearing that there was a rational person in the kitchen who could communicate, it was hard not to be moved. Jeremiah might not have told a lie, he just didn't tell the whole truth, which made it impossible for most people to distinguish.

Shiler could also determine that the words he said were all true, including the part about having rationality. It was just that there were traps hidden in them that were unknown.

First of all, what kind of rationality did the person in the kitchen have? It could also be said that someone like James Gordon had rationality. Even James himself didn't know that he was a link in some terrible conspiracy, otherwise Shiler wouldn't need to speculate, but could see it directly.

If the person there was as rational as James Gordon, then going to the kitchen was completely meaningless. And if he was really as sober as himself, what was going on with the blood vessels on the roof?

The kitchen now was like a black box. Before entering, no one knew what kind of danger it contained. And asking Jeremiah to go in with him was even more meaningless, because if this Jeremiah was a puppet, he wouldn't care about his own life and death at all. If he threatened him, it would be exactly what he wanted.

The Bishop thought that the information he had now was too little. Taking advantage of this rare quiet time, he must investigate in the restaurant to obtain more information before making a decision.

But the Bishop actually wasn't a detective. When he was investigating on the 19th floor before, he missed many relevant clues, almost relying on his experience with various abnormal phenomena to forcibly speculate.

Shiler glanced at his briefcase. Although the red candle had been used for more than half, the white candle hadn't been used yet. He had intended to use it for investigation several times before, but things hadn't deteriorated to that point, so he didn't use it for the time being.

Now perhaps it was an opportunity. Shiler looked around. This restaurant wasn't the 19th floor. There were too many things here. Just relying on himself, it would be difficult to investigate it for a while. If he wanted to start investigating from the key points, Gluttony had been busy eating before, and the Bishop really didn't see what the key points were here.

The Bishop thought for a while and took out a match. Jeremiah looked at his movements. The Bishop kindly reminded, "I am just a devout believer, not a psychologist, but next I must invite a professional to come over, just..."

The Bishop appeared hesitant. Jeremiah used his eyes to hint at him to speak directly. Shiler sighed and said, "You know that professionals all have some bad tempers. He has been in a bad mood recently. You must not provoke him later."

Jeremiah had an expression of "watch your performance."

Shiler knew he didn't believe it. After all, summoning himself was still a bit too absurd. But anyway, he had already issued a disclaimer. If anything happened later, don't blame him.

Shiler lit the white candle.

Shiler lowered his head at first, but soon he raised his head, seemingly still a bit unaccustomed to the new body. After Shiler waited for a while, he revealed an expression of realization.

He had just obtained all the memories about the restaurant from the Bishop, and then shook his head.

The Bishop's way of breaking the game was completely taking a big detour. Although it wasn't impossible to use Gluttony to solve it, clearly there were more convenient and quick methods, especially when the Bishop had already seen through the cycle and what self-eating represented some imagery early on.

Jeremiah cautiously observed this new Shiler.

But before he could finish observing, Shiler put his attention on him first. Jeremiah immediately felt that he was being scanned by X-rays. His intuition made his back feel cold. With this pause, the words that reached his mouth didn't come out, and after being choked, he had to put the wine glass to his mouth and pretend to drink.

Shiler spoke first.

"You look like a resentful woman. Why?"

Jeremiah sprayed a mouthful of wine.

He thought he fully understood what the Shiler just now said about having a bad temper, but now it seemed his understanding was still a bit shallow. How did he look like a resentful woman?!

"The resentment on you is almost overflowing." Shiler pushed his glasses and said, "Did you just break up with your girlfriend? No, not right, boyfriend?"

Jeremiah just wanted to open his mouth to speak, but Shiler said, "No need to explain. I don't discriminate against any sexual orientation, but you don't look like someone who has had a passionate period. Your desires aren't normal, and it's hard to have any normal relationship with normal people."

"Let me guess." Shiler paused slightly, and then said, "You know someone who is very excellent, simply the perfect embodiment in your heart. You have been racking your brains to approach him, but you don't want to be friends with him. You want him to face you squarely, in a... not so normal way. I'll say it directly: you want to give him a painful lesson so that he can remember you forever."

"But no, you didn't do it. He never regarded you as his best friend, and what makes you even more resentful is that you aren't his biggest enemy either. You didn't rank first on either the positive or negative side."

Shiler paused again, seemingly thinking, and said, "That doesn't seem right either. This alone isn't enough to make you have such great resentment. Let me guess again. One day he encountered a huge trouble, simply life-threatening. It can be imagined that he would definitely mobilize all the forces around him to help himself get out of trouble, but he didn't find you."

"Hmm... doesn't seem quite right either." Shiler denied himself and said, "Your anger at being ignored is far greater than the pain of being betrayed by a friend. This proves that his ignoring of you is far greater than I imagined. Could it be that there is a third party?"

"It should be like this." Shiler confirmed his guess and said, "This third party doesn't have a good relationship with you, or rather, you have never looked down on him. Although you look down on most people, he is especially not good."

"You rushed to the battlefield the first time when your favorite person was in a life crisis, just like his most loyal dog, but the other party rejected you. It's more like he doesn't trust you, it's more like he's not familiar with you."

"And when the third party arrived, the other party opened the door

A clicking sound came from beside the table where Jeremiah was dining, but it wasn't cutlery falling; he had used his fork to stab his plate into fragments.

But Shiler took a sharp turn and said, "No, no, no, your reaction is wrong. It is not simple hatred; otherwise, you should be jumping up to bite me right now. You seem to have a trace of shame and anger that you want to conceal. You feel that if you refute me righteously, you might expose something you least want to expose."

"Is it the secret of this restaurant? No, that should be unrelated. Then there is only one possibility left: could this conspiracy that plunged your beloved into crisis have been directed by you?"

Shiler revealed a smile and said, "How does it feel to play the hero saving the beauty, only to end up facilitating someone else's romance?"

Jeremiah lunged across the table, the shard of porcelain in his hand pressed against Shiler's throat, as if he would choose to slash Shiler's throat fiercely if Shiler said one more word.

Shiler did not retreat, only appearing somewhat bored. He said, "Don't worry, your story is not that exciting, it is even somewhat cliché. I have no interest in sharing this story with others. A psychologist keeps too many secrets, and your secret is just the least important one among them."

"Ah, how could I forget," Shiler said as if he had just remembered, "walls have ears."

Jeremiah's expression suddenly froze. He jerked his head and turned to look at the entrance to the kitchen.

A flash of brilliance crossed Shiler's eyes. Jeremiah was real, and it was also true that there were others in the kitchen, and more likely, the two of them knew each other.

Shiler bypassed Jeremiah unhurriedly, pulled out the chair beside the dining table, sat down, and said, "This candle is burning much slower than I imagined; it seems to be of good quality. If your attitude were better, I could actually teach you how to win back your ex."

"He is not my ex!"

"You mean he is your current partner? I'm afraid he doesn't think so." Shiler acted as if he had completely misunderstood certain relationships. He said, "Even if he isn't an ex now, once he truly comes back to life with someone's help, he will definitely have to become an ex."

Jeremiah held his breath, nearly suffocating himself because he forgot to breathe. His complexion turned from red to blue, and from blue to white.

It wasn't that he didn't want to refute, but Shiler simply didn't leave him any room to speak. Every time he wanted to open his mouth, Shiler would cut him off first. The polite facade he had been trained in for so many years made him subconsciously close his mouth when others were speaking, resulting in him being completely unable to compete for the floor.

But Jeremiah had every reason to suspect that if he had managed to cut in, the one standing here holding the porcelain shard might not be him.

Jeremiah could truly be considered to have been hijacked while eating hot pot and singing songs.

Originally, his relationship with Shiler could be considered one of mutual dependence; someone had to explore the kitchen, and Shiler understood this logic. If Jeremiah were fake, he would go to explore the kitchen and never return, and in the end, Shiler would still have to go. If Jeremiah were real, he lacked the ability to explore the kitchen, and sending him to command would mean losing a teammate whose information hadn't been fully extracted yet.

Therefore, from the perspective of gains and losses, the one who would ultimately go to explore would definitely be Shiler. Jeremiah had originally thought so too.

But now, this newcomer had just moved his lips and exposed all of his shortcomings.

On the surface, there were only two people here, but as Shiler said, Jeremiah thought while looking up at the ceiling, this really is a case of walls having ears.