Chapter 2802

The few of them packed up and prepared to return to the restaurant.

Room 1905 is not bad, that hallucination monster must still have a lot of news that hasn't been spat out, but on one hand, this room is too small, and wanting to do something here can't be unfolded. On the other hand, this floor is not peaceful. Although the elevator monster and the door-crashing monster in 1913 are gone, there are still monsters in other rooms.

This room has been holding back, wanting to pit Schiller to death, and Schiller has to guard against it. Conversely, the restaurant controlled by Cobblepot is slightly safer. Even if Cobblepot might have been controlled, Colin is a scar in his heart, and Schiller used room 1905 to let him make a break with this matter, and used his feelings for his mother to make him urgently want to leave this hotel. The interests of the two are basically consistent.

As long as the other party doesn't want to flip the table and forcibly control Cobblepot, then he is temporarily trustworthy, so the restaurant will be a good stronghold, and Schiller's conception also needs to be unfolded here.

On the way back, their luck finally got a little better. The elevator wasn't pressed by others, and there were no monsters blocking the way, so they returned to the restaurant relatively smoothly.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, Schiller asked Cobblepot, "The hotel is now blocked, where is the kitchen waste thrown?"

"In the cold storage in the back," Cobblepot said. "There is indeed no place to throw it, so it can only be frozen temporarily, but fortunately it's not too much, otherwise the restaurant would be flooded by garbage."

Schiller looked up at the ceiling. There were still many spines hanging on the ceiling. He looked at Cobblepot again and asked, "Where did you put the spines of those people you pulled out before?"

"That was just a hallucination, but the bones of the ingredients are also frozen in the cold storage. What do you want to do?"

Schiller walked toward the cold storage while saying, "Of course it's recycling and preventing waste."

The other three followed Schiller into the cold storage and found that there were indeed some kitchen waste piled up here, but more were ingredient raw materials that couldn't be used.

To be precise, very little could be utilized. Just as Schiller said before, the parts of the human body that can be eaten and taste good are pitifully few. Even sharks can't really get their mouths down, let alone cooking.

Schiller directed the other three people to put the ingredients in categories, which could be roughly divided into torso, limbs, and head, and then he found a cutting machine in the back kitchen. This is similar to a handheld chainsaw, but more suitable for cutting meat than a chainsaw. It is generally used to cut frozen meat, and now it just happens to come in handy.

Moving these frozen meats to the cold storage outside temporarily, Schiller announced his arrangement. He said, "Cut off all the meat, leave the bones. Remember, absolutely don't break the bones, especially the bones of the limbs. They are very important."

"Jeremiah, come out with me."

The other two went to work. Jeremiah followed Schiller out of the cold storage. They came to the floor-to-ceiling window of the restaurant. This also follows the same rule, that is, as long as you look at the side with your peripheral vision, you can see another hotel.

"How much certainty do you have in using these two hotels as support, using bones as raw materials, to build a road to the top floor?"

Jeremiah's eyes widened immediately. Is this a method a human can think of? It's really Satan praising you for being great.

But after all, he didn't have any moral bottom line, so he soon thought about it seriously, then shook his head and said, "If there are enough raw materials, building that kind of simplest double-triangle support structure is not difficult, but there are two problems."

"You say."

Jeremiah liked such a straightforward party. He brought over those papers used to write answers before, and while drawing, explained to Schiller, saying, "If there is only one side of the hotel, it will be very difficult because there is no way to construct it. But if you build stairs between two walls, it will be much simpler."

"However, first and most importantly, the raw materials in the cold storage are not enough, even if you pick out all the bones, it won't work. But I also know that this is basically one of the few things in the hotel that can be moved. Things like these chairs and chandeliers will disappear if thrown out of the window."

Clearly Jeremiah had tried it before, but unfortunately, even the monsters couldn't shake the hotel itself, so taking these things in the hotel as raw materials wouldn't work.

Of course, you can also jam something into the window like Schiller did, but there really isn't such a long thing. Extending half a meter out of the window is the limit, and it won't play much of a role.

But there is one exception, and that is the guests. The hotel can't protect the guests, so naturally, it can't control where a certain part of the guests is. In this way, using a part of the guests' bodies to build stairs is feasible.

But unfortunately, the meat rots too fast. What Schiller wants to do is not a one-time passage. In case he doesn't beat those monsters on the roof, he won't have a place to run when he wants to run. He won't do such a stupid thing.

Then bones are a good choice. On one hand, human bones have relatively high strength. On the other hand, there are ready-made raw materials in the restaurant. Schiller guessed it wouldn't be enough, so he didn't feel annoyed, but asked, "Then what is the second problem?"

"Nothing to fix," Jeremiah said. "Bones are different from wood and stone. This thing can't do any mortise and tenon structure. Perhaps you can use rope to tie it, but we don't have rope now. I'm not sure if curtains and the like can be made out of the window. I think it should be impossible."

Jeremiah felt that Schiller's idea of using a part of the guests to build stairs was amazing, but it was very difficult to implement because basically all the things in the hotel couldn't be used outside the window, and the ingredients in the hotel had been processed, the tendons were basically broken, and they couldn't be used.

Schiller suddenly reached out his hand in front of Jeremiah. He opened his hand, and Jeremiah found a few screws lying in his hand.

Jeremiah, who had also dismantled doorplates, immediately recognized that these were the screws nailing the doorplates. He looked at Schiller with some doubt. Schiller said, "I think this thing might be useful. Perhaps you can try."

"But this thing is also from the hotel." Jeremiah didn't continue after saying this. The rooms in the hotel are indeed magical. By changing the doorplates, you can change the location, which means that these screws that can fix the doorplates must also have their uniqueness, and might not necessarily be ordinary screws.

"Then doorplates might also be usable," Jeremiah said by analogy.

And Schiller shook his head and said, "Rooms are indispensable things for the hotel. Don't provoke the existence behind it."

Jeremiah thought about it and felt it was the same truth. They didn't need to provoke the mastermind now because they weren't strong enough, nor were they in the right. Everyone here had people they cared about, but monsters didn't.

Jeremiah decided to try according to Schiller's train of thought, but the problem of raw materials hadn't been solved. Schiller just sent a message to Peter, letting him use the advantage of being able to move freely to measure the various data of the hotel, and then let Jeremiah draw the blueprint.

He himself walked to the entrance of the restaurant and took out a white candle and a red candle at the same time.

Jeremiah watched his movements and felt a bit curious, so he asked, "What is the difference between these two kinds of candles?"

"Representing two different me's."

"What is the difference?"

"The white one is normal, the red one is morbid."

"You are sicker than I imagined."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Jeremiah saw him light a white candle, so he said, "Are you sure this so-called normal state can cope? It sounds like the morbid state is stronger."

But immediately after, Schiller lit a red candle.

When the two candle flames lit up at the same time, Jeremiah's brain crashed for a moment.

Taking advantage of the fact that the candle wick hadn't burned out yet, Schiller walked to the back kitchen, borrowed the umbrella he gave Cobblepot before, and then turned to Jeremiah behind him and said, "I will go out later. Watch the candles, don't say anything to me."

Jeremiah instinctively took a step back and nodded. You must know that when that damn mental dissection psychologist came out before, Schiller only told him that the other party had a bad temper. Now he didn't even let him talk. What kind of thing is coming out?

Jeremiah didn't know. Schiller paused in place for a moment, then turned to the back kitchen, brought a large cart specially used for transporting goods, and left the restaurant while pushing it.

Twenty minutes later, Schiller returned. The cart was almost full. Jeremiah stretched his head to look in and saw quite a few acquaintances.

The man lying on the far left only had a small half of his upper body left. The cervical spine hanging below seemed to have been entangled by something, but now, there was nothing left.

This is the guest of room 1903.

Then, sure enough, there was a head with its facial features completely smashed and a body wearing a suit. This is the guest of room 1901.

Looking to the side again, piled on top of the two of them was a seemingly ordinary sportswear corpse, but the eyeballs had left the eye sockets and were lying quietly on his chest. There was also a person's arm that had left the torso, and the separated places were full of dense holes.

It seems the 19th floor was wiped out.

Jeremiah was a bit curious, but remembering Schiller's previous instructions, he still resisted not asking. Schiller went out again after finishing one trip, and when he came back, it was another cart of corpses.

Running back and forth intermittently for more than ten times, Jeremiah estimated that the corpses in the cold storage had already piled up like a mountain, and he discovered that the black umbrella in Schiller's hand would become a bit more transparent every time he came back, and in the end, it had become a phantom state.

He glanced at his design drawing that was about to be finished. When Schiller came in for the nth time, he made an 'ok' gesture to him from an angle Schiller could see.

Schiller blew out the two candles.

"Watching his expression gradually return to normal," Jeremiah said, "Who is that guy? Why do I feel like he wants to kill me?"

"Your feeling is right, he is the best fighter among us," Schiller put away the candles and then said, "You might be wondering how I entered the room without a door card..."

Accompanied by his voice, the black umbrella in his hand completely disappeared. He sighed and said, "I will give Cobblepot another one, but not the real one. That's too fatal."

Jeremiah vaguely remembered that he mentioned not to point the umbrella surface at others, so he asked, "What is on the umbrella surface?"

"The wisdom achievements of your sweetheart."

"...?"

"Oh, no," Schiller shook his head and said, "The umbrella surface is your sweetheart's cape."