Chapter 2800

Schiller stared quietly at the phantom in the room. He knew that this was not something happening now. Little Bruce in this universe, like other Batmen, lost both parents when he was young. Martha Wei En could not appear here.

Schiller had actually thought about why room 1905 was special. Now it seems that time not only needs to be traced back to 20 days ago, but it is also possible to trace it back to 20 years ago.

Martha in the room was wearing silk pajamas, seemingly just finished taking a bath, and was wiping on skincare products. When she paced barefoot by the bed and turned around, the expression on her face looked tired and sorrowful.

When she turned around, Schiller discovered that Martha was pregnant.

It looked like she was five or six months along, because Martha was relatively thin, so her belly looked exceptionally large. If nothing unexpected happened, this belly should be little Bruce.

Schiller searched through the memory bank in the stream and discovered that little Bruce mentioned before that the matter of him being chosen by Nyarlathotep was not that simple. All encounters were long-awaited reunions.

But why her?

Schiller didn't see anything special about Martha. At least the woman in front of him was just an ordinary person and didn't seem to have any intersection with the occult world.

Schiller looked carefully again and discovered that Martha's expression was not very good. Schiller didn't know much about obstetrics and gynecology, but he could also see that Martha was mentally exhausted and very tired. This pregnancy didn't look like it was being well-cared for.

But this was actually not very possible. The person she married was Thomas Wei En, and in the TV series "Cat Getan", little Bruce was the only child of the couple. How could Thomas allow his wife to have problems?

Schiller thought again and felt that Martha appearing here was not quite right. She was already carrying a big belly and looked pale. I'm afraid Thomas would have been too busy letting Alfred take good care of her. How could he let her run to the Wei En Hotel alone?

Martha kept pacing in the room. The skincare products on her face had already dried, but she kept applying them. Schiller observed very obvious anxiety symptoms, but couldn't analyze what she was anxious about.

Martha came to the bedside and sat down. Although it was just a fantasy, Jeremiah and Schiller still gave up their seats to her. Martha sat blankly on the bedside. Schiller suddenly noticed that an alarm clock suddenly appeared on the bedside table.

This alarm clock was also an illusion, because the alarm clock in room 1905 was now with him, but the alarm clock in this fantasy was exactly the same as the one in his hand. This was very likely the appearance of this alarm clock in the past.

Martha picked up the alarm clock and started adjusting it. Schiller saw that the time on the alarm clock now was past 8 o'clock in the evening. Martha adjusted the alarm clock to midnight.

Her expression was somewhat scattered, and her movements in fiddling with the alarm clock were absent-minded. When she tilted her head to the side, two hairs hung in the gap of the alarm clock's battery compartment. This was the source of the two hairs in the alarm clock in Schiller's hand.

Martha adjusted the alarm clock and lay on the bed to sleep. She slept very restlessly this night, waking up frequently, and then looking toward the bedside, but there was actually nothing there.

At 12 o'clock in the night, the alarm clock rang, but it was not the sound of the elevator, just a very ordinary alarm clock ringtone. Martha was startled awake, and with some pain, slowly turned over and sat up.

She walked toward the door.

Jeremiah and Schiller were both somewhat surprised. What was a pregnant woman doing running out of the hotel room in the middle of the night?

Unfortunately, this monster in the room seemed completely unable to affect places outside the room, so Martha's figure completely disappeared after leaving the room. No one knew where she went.

Schiller had a vague premonition, but couldn't be sure. Just at this time, the door from the living room to the bedroom was opened, and Cobblepot walked out carrying the umbrella. He was covered in blood.

His expression was also somewhat scattered, with a sense of collapse after excessive fatigue. Schiller seemed to have expected this situation long ago. His gaze followed Cobblepot, seeing Cobblepot throw himself into the chair in the bedroom, and then sat there stiffly.

Schiller and Jeremiah didn't look into the living room very tacitly. They actually didn't need to look. Even if they weren't very experienced people, they could roughly guess what happened in the living room from the bloodstains on Cobblepot, not to mention these two lunatics.

"You won," Cobblepot suddenly looked up at Schiller and said.

Jeremiah looked at Cobblepot quite mockingly and said, "I really don't know where your confidence comes from, actually thinking he would feel guilty toward you. If I'm not mistaken, even if you made a hole in his chest, he wouldn't repent at all, and would even want to go from bad to worse, viciously insulting and cursing you."

Cobblepot's facial muscles began to twitch, and the nasolabial folds became more obvious, making him look at least ten years older. Schiller, however, shook his head and said, "His methods were too clumsy, actually giving you the opportunity to make a move on him. I think his importance doesn't even compare to Fish Mooney..."

As soon as this name came out, the expression on Cobblepot's face became complex, and his eyes became more spirited, as if afraid, as if disgusted, but there was also a trace of indescribable emotion.

Cobblepot didn't seem to want to talk about this problem anymore. He regained his composure, looked at Schiller, and asked, "Where are we going next?"

"No rush, let's go see someone first."

Schiller took the two of them to the room where Gordon was. Gordon was sitting on the sofa in the room, with a very terrifying suture mark on his neck. Cobblepot became excited almost as soon as he saw him.

"James, James, what happened to you?" Cobblepot rushed up. As soon as he saw the wound on Gordon's neck, his eyebrows raised high, and he screamed angrily, "Who did this?! Who the fuck dared..."

"Quiet down, Oswald," Gordon curled his lips with some disgust. He said, "You shouldn't appear here. Why don't you go home and accompany your mother?"

Cobblepot was almost immediately drowned in shame. He muttered with a pale complexion, "It was an accident. I wasn't at home when the incident happened..."

"Alright, I didn't mean to talk about you," Gordon sighed and said, "Things happened too suddenly, and I didn't expect it either."

"Do you know you might have been controlled?" Schiller said very straightforwardly, "The intelligence you gave me has a huge trap. Fortunately, I didn't step into it."

Gordon didn't look surprised. He shook his head and said, "I remember my opening statement was about how I was contaminated. If you are a smart person, you know that everything said after this is unbelievable."

"But they shouldn't have chosen you," Schiller was also very calm. He said, "Perhaps you are not the real James Gordon, but they gave you his memories, then you are Gordon, and Gordon is a hero, the last conscience of Cat Getan."

Gordon shook his head and pointed to his own head with his finger, saying, "I am Gordon, at least this part is."

Schiller's pupils shrank slightly. He pushed Cobblepot away, stepped forward to check Gordon's neck, and then discovered that except for the half part he sutured, there were many fine black lines on the part where the head and body were still connected before, which also looked like some kind of suture.

And the skin color and skin texture above and below the suture were different.

Schiller looked at Gordon with a slightly shocked gaze. Gordon said, "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you the whole truth, but I didn't know if you were credible. I am indeed James Gordon, but this body is not mine."

"Can you tell me what happened?" Schiller glanced at the police uniform on Gordon's body. The clothes were stained with many stains and there was no police number that could prove his identity.

"On the first day the entire city became abnormal, my teammates and I went to the hotel to investigate, but at that time we were not cautious enough and entered a very terrifying place. Both of them died, and only I survived."

Schiller somewhat doubted what Gordon was saying now, because he knew that if someone had to die, Gordon would definitely rush to the front.

Gordon seemed to have thought that he would question this, and said, "That place is completely different from what you imagine. It's not dangerous, but eerie. Life and death are not under your control. Death comes suddenly, and no one has the chance to save anyone."

"I should have died there too, but I knew that if the three of us all died, then everyone would have died in vain. I had to find a way to pass the intelligence out, so I made an extremely bold decision."

"You took the initiative to accept the contamination," Schiller said definitely. "You let yourself become one of them, because you know they are immortal, and even if you obtain some of their abilities, you can restrain them, thereby surviving here."

Gordon nodded. Cobblepot couldn't help but admire him more, or rather, sympathize with him more, because Cobblepot clearly also adopted this method.

"We had no choice," Gordon said. "Ordinary people can't survive in such a dangerous environment. Don't you also rely on some special abilities to survive until now?"

Schiller and Jeremiah didn't deny this point. Although Jeremiah looked like an ordinary person, he also had some means to save his life, but the price was too high and couldn't be used unless it was a last resort.

But as long as there were such means, his mentality was different from that of a real ordinary person. The possibility of him making a forced error was much smaller than that of a real ordinary person, because he knew he had a way out.

Schiller sighed lightly and said, "Can you tell us where that place is?"

Gordon shook his head and said, "I know you are not afraid of death, but there is no need to take such meaningless risks."

"Then why did you take such risks in the beginning?" Schiller immediately found the loophole in his words and said, "That place doesn't seem to be easy to enter, otherwise we would have stumbled into it long ago. If you went there specifically, it means you knew there must be some secret there."

Gordon shook his head, seemingly intending to be stubborn to the end. Schiller discovered that everyone who survived by means of contamination would have some changes in their personality. Gordon in the TV series "Cat Getan" was not such a negative person, and Cobblepot, covered in blood, was not someone who would use such high-profile means to kill.

But under the current circumstances, Schiller couldn't pick teammates. He could only use whoever was available. Gordon was a policeman after all, and could be considered the peak of combat power among ordinary people. Moreover, this Gordon was still young, strong, and really a rare bodyguard and thug. Schiller had to take him with him.

"We have reasons that we must go deep into this place," Schiller intended to continue persuading. He said, "I hope you can help us. This is also helping Bruce Wei En."

Hearing Bruce's name, Gordon had a trace of wavering, but Schiller captured his fleeting complex emotion. It seems Gordon really knew a lot.