Chapter 2799

After the Bishop returned, looking at the umbrella Cobblepot used as a cane, he sighed and whispered, "He really is generous."

Jeremiah noticed the difference and tentatively said, "That professor left?"

Schiller nodded, put away the extinguished white candle, put the things in the box, carried the box to the door, looked left and right, and then turned back to look at Cobblepot and said.

"I must emphasize a few points to you. First, I am not a psychology expert, so if you and your old friend reunite later and cry your eyes out, I won't be able to comfort you."

"Second, wanting to use magical items to resurrect or reproduce others will inevitably come at a price. Don't think that the other party will obediently stand there and chat with you. The purpose of the hallucination in the room is always only one, and that is to kill you."

"Third, since he gave you that umbrella, I won't take it back. I can only remind you that this thing is very powerful, but also very dangerous. Don't point the umbrella surface at people casually, unless he is your enemy."

"Finally, the two of you follow me closely later. Don't look around or touch anything. Rush to 1905 in one breath. Don't stop no matter what you encounter during the process."

Cobblepot and Jeremiah looked at each other. They clearly had both seen Schiller's power, so they had no objections to him being the squad leader. The key was that even if they had objections, they couldn't out-talk him. One mental dissection class was enough.

Schiller pushed the door open violently and rushed toward the elevator. Cobblepot and Jeremiah followed closely behind him. Don't look at Cobblepot's limp; his speed was not slow. Although that leg hurt, it was much stronger than the original one.

As soon as they walked into the darkness of the corridor, something followed. Schiller realized that it was the thing he brought out from the 13th floor, but at this time, he couldn't care about that much.

Rushing to the elevator, their luck was very bad. The elevator was on the 6th floor, and it would take some time to come up. Schiller turned to Cobblepot and said, "Find a way to use the restaurant to delay its movements a bit."

As soon as the word 'delay' came out, Cobblepot knew what to do. The restaurant's door opened suddenly, and a burst of cold air gushed out.

Although the opposite side was very dark and everyone couldn't see the monster, in just these few seconds, the corridor completely turned into white covered by snow, and the sound of footsteps became very faint.

With a ding, the elevator arrived. The three of them ran into the elevator at the fastest speed and pressed the close button. At the moment the elevator closed, Schiller saw many pairs of eyes appearing outside the door.

Now let's see if there are any monsters in the elevator. Schiller looked left and right at the reflective walls and didn't find anything abnormal. The monster called Kaleidoscope didn't seem to be there. This was the only good news recently.

Jeremiah moved to press the 19th floor, but the elevator had to stop at the 16th floor for a while. Schiller turned to look at Jeremiah. After Jeremiah recalled, he said, "The 16th floor is a standard guest room. It's unclear inside the room. There seems to be a monster by the window, but it can't move. If we are lucky, it will be fine."

The elevator opened the door on the 16th floor. Outside was pitch black, and no sound could be heard. Schiller felt wind blowing from the window, which seemed a bit similar to the wind outside the building, but it didn't feel real. Soon the elevator closed the door.

Before closing the door, a scream came. A figure swished across the corridor and was slapped against the opposite wall with a smack. Now Schiller could be sure that this wind was exactly the same as the one outside the hotel.

The elevator finally reached the 19th floor. The 19th floor was unimaginably quiet. Jeremiah noticed something was wrong, and Schiller took the initiative to say, "The monster that appeared at midnight and the monster in room 1913 were both killed by me. Now, as long as you don't take the initiative to enter the room, it is safe."

Jeremiah raised his eyebrows and said, "You know that the monsters here can't be truly eliminated, right?"

"Of course I can't eliminate them, but they can themselves." Schiller looked back at Cobblepot, clearly implying the relationship between the two monsters. In fact, it was like the relationship between the restaurant and Cobblepot. They could devour each other or perish together.

Schiller finished swiping the door card, opened the door with a bang, and walked in with big strides, saying while walking, "Turn on the lights!"

There was no response in the darkness. Jeremiah and Cobblepot both stood at the door, not daring to enter. Jeremiah knew how fierce this room was, and Cobblepot was studying the umbrella. From his expression, he loved this umbrella to death.

Schiller, standing in the center of the room, hugged his arms and said, "I'll say it one last time, turn on the lights, or I'll take down all the doorplates on the 13th floor, nail them to your opposite side one by one, let them take turns crashing into the room, and crash you out to death."

With a bang, the lights turned on.

Schiller beckoned to Jeremiah and Cobblepot.

Both of them walked in. Looking at the unrecognizable room, Jeremiah clicked his tongue and said, "It seems you made quite a big commotion."

The few remaining large TV cabinets flew up and smashed heavily on the ground. Cobblepot was scared and trembled, but Schiller acted as if he didn't see it and still stood in place, saying, "We are here to ask you for help. This is a friend of mine who wants to see an old friend in his memory."

"Of course, it's not for you to work for free. If I'm not mistaken, you are about to devour another monster in this room. We can promise you not to move the elevator. If you successfully escape, perhaps you can go to other floors."

The room remained silent and didn't answer. This creature could understand human speech, but didn't seem to have the ability to communicate directly and could only demonstrate to people through hallucinations.

The scene in the room suddenly changed, and the three of them were back in the elevator. At this time, bright light shone in the elevator, and the reflective elevator walls seemed to shatter into countless pieces.

"Are you worried about the monster in the elevator? It wasn't there when we just came up, but maybe it appeared as soon as you entered. I'm curious, can't you beat it?"

The hallucination disappeared, and a mirror appeared in front of Schiller. Many hands suddenly stretched out from the mirror and grabbed toward Schiller. Cobblepot stepped forward to do something but was stopped by Schiller.

Schiller was pulled by the hands toward the mirror. Just as Schiller stuck to the mirror, the mirror and the hands disappeared. He understood that this was the room telling him that if he encountered the monster called Kaleidoscope, he would likely be pulled into the mirror. Even if he was a monster, it would be a case of calling to heaven and heaven not responding.

This was indeed a trouble. Schiller remembered what Jerome said before. He said he avoided all reflective objects, but since this hallucination monster could read memories, it meant that the solution in Jerome's mind was not the real answer.

It seems he still has to play the game of driving the tiger to swallow the wolf again. I don't know if the monster on the 13th floor can conflict with Kaleidoscope. The pile of eyes Schiller saw before the elevator closed didn't open.

The room could indeed read memories. When Schiller thought of this method, a figure began to gradually appear in the room. Cobblepot's expression became excited. It seemed Colin had appeared.

Schiller and Jeremiah didn't intend to spoil the fun here, so they simply walked into the bedroom. Schiller sat on the bed and fell directly to the ground. The bed was a hallucination, and the real bed had been moved a bit toward the window.

"Are you childish?" Schiller asked the room, "I have obtained quite a bit of toilet water elsewhere, don't force me to pump you."

Jeremiah, however, lay on the bed in a spread-eagle position, looking at the ceiling and saying, "I always feel that the monster in this room is a bit different from the others. It has emotions that other monsters don't have. You are a psychologist, don't you understand this?"

"I am not a psychologist, but if you miss it very much, I can also call it back."

"That's not necessary."

"What did you see in this room?" Schiller asked.

Jeremiah's complexion clearly became somewhat bad. He shook his head and said, "Nothing much."

Suddenly a figure appeared by the window. Schiller turned his head and found that it was Jeremiah. At this time, his pupils were dilated. He didn't know what he saw, but his face was full of sadness and pain.

A piece of glass flew up and stabbed straight toward his chest. Jeremiah didn't seem to have come back to his senses at all. By the time the glass piece was about to stab his chest, he barely dodged to the side, but the glass piece left a huge cut on his abdomen.

"So that's how he was injured," Schiller looked at him with some disdain and said, "You knew this was a hallucination."

"Everyone has such moments, don't tell me you don't," Jeremiah said after sitting up, staring coldly at Schiller, "Monster."

Schiller was amused by him. A person suspected to be the Joker actually called him a monster. But Jeremiah shouted at the room, "Let me see the scene of this guy in the room, I can laugh at him with you!"

The room stopped for a long time without any movement. Schiller rolled his eyes slightly and said, "Guess why it's so afraid of me?"

Jeremiah raised his eyebrows in surprise. He shook his head and said, "No, impossible, everyone has psychological weaknesses, Bruce Wei En also has them, people can't face all their memories with indifference."

Schiller also sat on the edge of the bed and said, "But people can deceive themselves."

"But it can distinguish the truth from the falsehood of memories."

"Memories are all true, just in a different order," Schiller said as if speaking to the room, "I was locked in a laboratory when I was a child. I just grafted the feelings of that time onto later memories. When I left there, I indeed felt like a newborn baby."

"But the process of pregnancy full of pain and bleeding is not beautiful at all for the fetus and the mother. People in the outside world who welcome the arrival of newborns with full expectations are better."

"Those words about not feeling the connection with the world are also true, because at that time I had no connection with the world at all. I existed in an isolated environment, and the only thing that could give me some sense of reality was the death of others in the laboratory."

"Because at that time everything outside was permanently existing to me, only death was the only unique ending. At that time, my mental state was also unstable, and the more unstable it was, the more unique talent I revealed."

"Everyone I witnessed dying could establish a special connection with me. I saw those chaotic colored lines through the wall, representing all the emotions they experienced in their lives. They had no secrets to me, which allowed me to accurately locate every mastermind later."

"If you don't believe it, you can look for it. Now, when I was younger, it was all warm memories, and if you have a little logic, you will find that this is impossible."

The bed in the room floated up.

However, this time it wasn't smashed down heavily. Schiller looked toward the window and seemed to see a familiar figure again. The room seemed to want to repeat the old trick, but Schiller shook his head and said, "The person you conjured is really not very like."

The room didn't seem to want to believe this point, but Schiller grasped another key point. He said, "It seems there is a part of the memory you can't imitate... Who invented the Arc Reactor?"

The phantom by the window disappeared.

Sure enough, Schiller said, "Do you know Mickey Mouse Clubhouse?"

The bed fell down with a bang.

Schiller smiled.

"I happen to know it, how about I sing it for you?"

The curtain flying by the window covered Schiller's mouth, but Schiller took out a white candle from his briefcase again and recalled the characters in the high tower that could not be mentioned in his mind.

The room that read Schiller's memory conjured a gust of wind and blew the candle away. Schiller didn't intend to give up at all, stood up, and went to pick up the candle.

Suddenly, another figure appeared in the room. It was another phantom conjured by the room, but this time the person made Schiller feel exceptionally familiar.

The woman turned her head, and Schiller saw a haggard face. It was Martha Wei En.