Chapter 2804

The two slowly approached this magnificent building. They originally thought it would take some effort to get in, because there were city walls and cannons, clearly meaning they didn't want them to get in so easily.

But what they didn't expect was that although there were cannons, no one operated them. The city wall was high, but no one was guarding it. Finding a loophole was still very simple.

Schiller always felt that there should have been guards here, because the style of the city wall was clearly designed for guards to stand guard. If there were no guards originally, it wouldn't have been designed like this. So where did the guards go?

Schiller and Gordon found the side door of the castle. The side door was closed, but not very tightly. Schiller could almost reach a hand in and touch the lock inside.

Although it looked like a medieval castle, the lock was still a modern style, which looked a bit eerie, but it gave Schiller an opportunity because he knew how to pick locks.

The tools were not hard to find. Although things in the hotel couldn't be brought out, Schiller himself brought a briefcase. There were no professional lock-picking tools, but there was a bunch of keys inside. Schiller took the ring of the keys off and straightened it into a wire, and soon picked the lock.

The two pushed open the side door. It was quiet inside. The front yard was still the appearance of Wei En Manor, but soon Schiller discovered something wrong in the bushes near the city wall.

They walked over lightly and found that it was a person lying on the ground. His chest was stabbed with a knife, and he was already dead at this time.

The strangest thing was that he was wearing something like medieval armor, but it wasn't very complete.

Schiller had studied European medieval history relatively well. Many patterns on this armor were too blurry, the style was missing parts, and the way of wearing it was not quite right. What was even more outrageous was that there was a suit under the armor.

Schiller pulled the armor apart and discovered that the suit the man was wearing was worth a lot, which was very consistent with the status level of the guests of the Wei En Hotel.

Sure enough, there were guards, but they didn't know who they were killed by. Schiller looked left and right and found that there were some figures lying in the grass in front, which should all be the guards killed like this man.

Schiller looked up at the small door inside the city wall again. It was obvious that this was where these guards originally stayed, but I don't know why someone sneaked in and dragged them out from the inside and killed them.

Schiller looked at the knife wound on the guard's chest and was lost in thought.

He turned his head and found that Gordon was staring at the main building of Wei En Manor. He walked over and didn't find anything abnormal.

The two stepped toward the interior of the manor.

Just as they crossed the garden path and were about to reach the front door of the manor, a black shadow rushed over. Schiller immediately dodged to the side, turned his head, and saw a pair of scarlet eyes.

It was a big dog about the same height as a person.

Rather than a dog, it was more like a monster, because many tentacles stretched out from its neck, and the tentacles were covered with eyes, while the dog's eyeballs were gone, and the sharp teeth full of mouth had also turned into small buds.

But it wasn't because it had no teeth that Schiller felt it was easy to deal with. It would be better if a beast with sharp teeth and claws rushed up. Schiller was very sure that whether it was the tentacles in its mouth or on its neck, as long as it touched the skin, it would drill in, because this thing looked exactly the same as the thing in Gordon's neck.

Bang!

Gordon fired a shot, hitting the monster right in the center of the eyebrows, but it clearly didn't work. Schiller wasn't panicked. He took out something that looked a bit like a water bottle from his briefcase, with a folded metal thin tube in front.

While Gordon was circling with the monster, he quickly unscrewed the cap of the water bottle, poured a small bottle of vodka into it, tightened the cap, and lit a match.

When he shook the match at the end of the thin tube, a cluster of flames was immediately lit. When Schiller pressed the button on the handle, a fire dragon sprayed out from the mouth of the thin tube.

Swish!

The flame successfully forced the monster back. Gordon retreated two steps in a somewhat embarrassed manner. Schiller pressed it again, and bright flames drew an arc in the air. The monster that had just been forced back couldn't dodge in time, and the flame fell exactly on its neck. It rolled around screaming, gnashing its teeth, and hesitating whether to continue the attack.

Evil Gods are not afraid of fire, but the creatures they control are afraid. To be precise, as long as they occupy the bodies of carbon-based organisms, they must fear fire. Schiller's expression remained as usual, and he pressed the button again, as if he couldn't hear the monster's screams at all.

This time more flames were sprayed out. The monster was ready to give up, but Schiller clearly didn't intend to let it go.

He didn't use the spraying method again, but rolled to the side of the monster, waited on the path it had to pass to escape, lifted the lid of the pot, and splashed the monster with vodka.

Then he threw a match on it.

Although the flammability of high-proof alcohol is not as good as solidified gasoline, and the power is not that great, it was enough to deal with a dog. This dog, which was clearly contaminated, ran away screaming and drilled into the woods of the garden all the way.

Schiller tightened the pot lid, put the thin tube away, put the things back into the briefcase, and Gordon stared at his bag and said, "You look very professional."

"Slightly studied it," Schiller said. "You'd better not use your gun again. I'm not denying the lethality of bullets, but the wound surface is too small and the deterrent power is not enough."

"These creatures controlled by Evil Gods, besides having violent aggression, probably only have instincts left. You can't expect a dog to recognize what a gun is. Even if humans lose all logical thinking and memory, they might not remember that this thing can kill themselves."

"Because this is a creation of modern human civilization, it hasn't had time to be carved into human instincts. And in the state of being controlled, of course, the more dangerous things carved into instincts, the greater the deterrent power, such as fire. There is almost nothing in the natural world that is not afraid of this."

Gordon took out something from his back waist again. Schiller took a look, a stun gun. Schiller shook his head and said, "Unless you are Thor and can conjure thunder similar to the natural world, it is also difficult to scare them away with this."

"I certainly know, but I have experimented. The stun gun can temporarily paralyze the controlled creatures. It seems that the current interferes with the operation of some of their components."

Schiller nodded. He knew that Gordon saying this must be certain, but this reminded him of another thing.

The development of modern humans is too fast, and they have come up with all kinds of strange things, which are a bit ahead of time for Evil Gods. It can only be said that there is no monster that solidified gasoline can't solve. Those weapons prohibited from being used by individual soldiers are basically suppressing these minions.

Most humans don't have a correct understanding of the firepower level of modern humans. It can only be said that if zombies or aliens only have the abilities shown in movies, they would all be blown to slag before they could get out of the town.

The biggest problem for humans is that they can't solve the Evil Gods behind these minions, so solving more of these claws is useless. However, Gordon's words gave Schiller a hint. Does the current interfering with some components also mean that Evil Gods manipulating these creatures also need sending and receiving devices?

Going a step further, does affecting people's consciousness also mean affecting people's brain waves? If this is really the case, there are too many articles that can be written, because Evil Gods can affect people's brain waves, and humans can actually do it too. Professor X is actually a large Evil God.

If you look at it with a more scientific attitude, the Cthulhu mythology system might be a compressed package sent to you by a big octopus. After decompressing, the hard drive doesn't have enough space, leading to a direct explosion. Even if there is enough space, forcibly interpreting these files will burn the CPU.

Facing this kind of erosion, there are actually two ways. One is to destroy the receiving device, similar to when Wanda and the others were in that world, they dug out their own eyes. Without the receiving device, knowledge is very difficult to transmit.

There is another more difficult way, which is to break the terminal, but it is almost impossible to do this on the Evil God.

But if this method is improved, it is to make the signal emitted by the Evil God misaligned with the signal that humans can receive. Perhaps there is a way to answer the sky when others ask the earth, and if the frequency doesn't match, naturally you won't receive the file, and your brain won't be supported and burst.

Schiller pondered these questions repeatedly and walked into Wei En Manor with Gordon.

The interior of Wei En Manor is very different from the exterior.

At this time, Wei En Manor was brightly lit, and a group of people were shivering and huddled in the manor hall. Schiller looked around and saw that they were all people in swimwear.

It seems that these people are guests playing in the water at the open-air swimming pool and were trapped here after the hotel accident.

But since they have all walked in, why don't these people go out through the front door?

Soon Schiller had the answer, because a huge head suddenly appeared on the patio stairs on the second floor. It was Alfred.

Alfred in the TV series "Gotham" is not very old and looks more like a middle-aged retired veteran. However, after such a long time, he has aged a bit.

At this time, his head occupied the space of several floors above, almost filling the entire patio. His face was covered with dense pus, and tentacles constantly probed out from the gaps of the pus. His eyes, nose, and mouth had also become nests for tentacles.

Schiller looked at Gordon. Gordon immediately understood, but he shook his head and said nothing, which made Schiller understand that some things cannot be said.

Schiller looked up at the tentacles in Alfred's ears.

In any mythology system, the image of a certain monster is not fabricated out of thin air, but inevitably reflects people's fear of certain things. For example, the rules of the restaurant are more similar to the concrete manifestation of people's fear of violating etiquette.

The fact that Alfred's facial features are full of tentacles is definitely not randomly formed like this. It must have its meaning.

The moment Alfred appeared, the few people standing in the hall let out screams, and then almost immediately, tentacles on the ground pierced through their bodies, and blood sprayed everywhere.

Cannot listen, cannot look, cannot speak, Schiller thought in his heart. It seems that this also represents the fear of certain taboo rules. Whether it is the restaurant or the swimming pool, he felt a strong sense of being bound, like a trapped beast struggling in a cage, but he didn't know where this feeling came from.

Perhaps he should find a personality trait that is good at psychoanalysis, but now is not the time.

Schiller looked around, the crowd was panicked. He thought about it, beckoned to Gordon lightly, and the two leaned toward the stairs.

Schiller stepped on the stairs first, and the huge monster floating in the center of the patio didn't have any movements. Schiller was slightly relieved, and he walked up the stairs quickly to the second floor.

The structure of this Wei En Manor is not quite the same as the one he knows, but generally, in such a manor, guest rooms are usually placed in activity areas. Schiller found the nearest room and pushed it open. His luck was very good, and the room was exactly a bedroom.