Chapter 2810

In the end, Peter agreed to Jerome's invitation. He originally intended to go to the first-floor lobby to take a look, but as soon as they reached the first floor, they saw that the people who had just finished the meeting were all crowded on the first floor.

Peter's perspective was flickering more and more severely. He saw a group of sardines crowded in a can. Those fish scales, fins, and mucus were constantly surging, emitting a nauseating fishy smell.

He felt that he really couldn't go into the crowd again. Obviously, his mental state had been affected. Perhaps, as Jerome said, he was already on the verge of collapse. If this continued, he wouldn't need others to stimulate him; he wouldn't be able to stand it himself.

Deciding to go to the basement with Jerome to find out, they first walked all the way down along the emergency passage, but found that the door leading to the basement level 1 was locked.

This door had no lock, but was bolted from the back. It was impossible to open from the front. It seemed there should be other entrances.

This was simple for Peter. He directly smashed the glass above, used spider silk mucus to stick to the bolt, and pulled the door open. Jerome had an expression of 'I didn't misjudge the person'.

Peter shrugged and said: "I'm okay at doing this kind of work, but if I encounter weird monsters later, I'll have to rely on you. I can't understand those things."

Jerome didn't refute either. The two continued to walk down. Jerome said: "Basement level 1 and basement level 2 are both parking lots. That's not the place we are looking for. The hotel should have a basement level 3, but it is not drawn on the safety diagrams of either the elevator or the fire escape."

"Then how do we get in?"

"There must be a door." Jerome was confident and said: "Let's go to basement level 2 first. I already have some speculations."

Schiller in Wei En Manor was not idle either. Although there were monsters with Alfred's image patrolling outside, they couldn't speak, couldn't communicate, and couldn't make big movements, but simple exploration was still possible.

Schiller suspected that the space-time in Gotham City was now chaotic, so they might not be on the upper floors of the Wei En Hotel anymore, but had come to the real Wei En Manor, just not knowing what time period it was.

Actually, it was simple to judge. Looking at the wear and tear of the furniture and walls could also roughly judge it, but the problem was that the place they were in now was a guest room. This place might not have had anyone for years or even decades, and only had daily cleaning. A little trace would be left during maintenance. To judge the specific time, one still had to go to the place where the owner of the manor was active.

Moreover, to explore the secrets of Thomas and Martha, one had to go to the master bedroom or study, but Schiller was also not sure if he would run into Alfred's big head if he went now.

He gently opened the door and took a look through the crack. He didn't see anything abnormal outside, but discovered that there were a few more corpses in the corridor, presumably people who wanted to run and were stabbed to death by tentacles.

Gordon, sitting on the sofa, made a few gestures to Schiller. The general meaning was that he could lure that big head away, but Schiller was also not sure if he could find the study in a short time, and if Gordon died, he would only be able to face all this alone.

Schiller thought for a while and felt that he couldn't just sit and wait for death. He and Gordon couldn't communicate fluently now, so there was no talk of formulating a specific plan. The two gestured a few times and understood each other's meaning.

Gordon pushed the door open and walked out gently. He was going to make some noise to lure the big head over. Schiller took this opportunity to go upstairs to find the study or bedroom.

After Gordon left, Schiller heard some movements from the garden outside. The sticky sound of water slid past the doorway. Alfred seemed to have left.

There was no time to hesitate. Schiller rushed out of the door at the fastest speed and rushed up toward the position of the stairs in his memory. The mucus and blood on the ground were mixed together, making the ground very slippery. Schiller was a bit staggering, but still ran to the third floor very quickly.

In his memory, the study should be on the third floor, but this was not the Wei En Manor he was familiar with after all. Schiller searched around on the third floor and found neither the study nor the bedroom.

Now there were two possibilities. Either these two rooms with important information were hidden and needed some special means to open, or the study and bedroom were both upstairs and he needed to continue searching upward.

There was not much time left for Schiller to hesitate, because the garden had no more movement, and that sticky sound of water reappeared on the first floor. Alfred had obviously returned.

He had no time to clean up his footprints at all, so he would definitely chase after the footprints. It seemed that continuing to run upward would be a good choice, but Schiller hesitated for a moment and didn't leave the third floor.

Whether it was the Wei En Hotel or Wei En Manor, they were related to Martha Wei En, so some rules of the hotel might also be applied in the manor. Perhaps the doorplates were removed?

Schiller looked at the rooms on the third floor and didn't find any doorplates, but it was also rare for anyone to put names on every door in a private residence.

But Schiller noticed a detail. The door handles of all the room doors looked the same. Schiller found a door at random and twisted it, finding that twisting to the right opened the door, while twisting to the left wasn't that it couldn't be twisted, but as long as he used a little force and turned it a few more times, he could directly remove the door handle.

Schiller removed a door handle at the fastest speed. Sure enough, the door started to disappear gradually, leaving only a hole for the door handle and screw holes, which had the same effect.

Understanding the principle, he had to figure out where the door handles of the study and bedroom went. Looking at the huge figure approaching step by step downstairs, Schiller had a bad guess, which was that the old butler of the manor personally kept the door handles of the most important rooms.

It seemed he had to have a head-on collision.

That sticky sound wasn't footsteps, but the sound of something sliding across the railing of the atrium stairs. That huge head didn't need to walk; it could rise or fall freely in the atrium, just like an elevator.

Wait, elevator?

All the imagery in this type of horror scene was meaningful and represented certain things. The elevator was an image that repeatedly appeared in both scenes. For Martha Wei En, the elevator must have special significance.

Was Martha Wei En's first encounter with the monster in the elevator?

Schiller couldn't be sure, but he suddenly thought, if this rule of not being able to listen, see, or speak was aimed at Martha Wei En, or if Martha Wei En felt that she was in this state in the manor, then this imagined monster must also be targeting Martha.

Schiller immediately knew what to do.

He first squatted down, hiding in the corner of the stair corner, waiting for that huge head to rise.

When the black shadow slowly approached, the unpleasant fishy smell came, making Schiller almost unable to breathe. He endured the feeling of suffocation and looked toward the huge head. The faint moonlight illuminated the entire head.

At the moment of looking directly at this head, Schiller was hit hard. He felt a bloody smell lingering between his nose and mouth. Reaching out to wipe, he had a lot of nosebleeds.

But that glance just now didn't allow Schiller to see clearly whether there was anything else on this head, so he could only look again. This time, blood flowed out from Schiller's eye sockets.

His vision was almost completely black. Obviously, he couldn't look a third time, but the good news was that Schiller saw two tentacles on the back of Alfred's head seemingly holding a string of door handles, which was also very consistent with the image of a great butler holding the keys to the whole house.

This big head couldn't be looked at directly in the first place. Schiller looking at him twice had already attracted Alfred's attention, or even ignited Alfred's anger.

The tentacles flew toward this side, and small tentacles like bamboo shoots also started to constantly drill out from the ground. Many people before were stabbed through by these tentacles on the ground.

Schiller avoided being touched by the tentacles as much as possible. His figure was flexible, constantly turning and moving, and he came to the other side of the atrium.

He reached out and threw something down.

That was the door handle he had removed before, but the door handle was wrapped with two hairs, which were exactly the two hairs he had found in the battery compartment of the alarm clock in the hotel before, suspected to be Martha Wei En's.

Schiller bet right. This was indeed Martha Wei En's hair, and Alfred always took Martha as the first target. The door handle fell to the first floor with a 'thud', and the big head also followed down.

Schiller made an extremely risky move—he flipped out directly from the atrium railing, jumped onto the top of the big head, snatched the string of door handles, and then jumped onto the atrium of the second floor.

This direct contact behavior really angered Alfred, or perhaps the weight of those two hairs was too little. Alfred turned his target again and turned his face toward Schiller.

Schiller guessed that the door handles held by Alfred must have their special features. Whether it was the master bedroom or the study, it was possible that they were places Alfred couldn't touch.

This was also reasonable. Although he was a great butler, the owner's privacy was the first priority. There must be some places in the entire manor he couldn't go.

Schiller ran back to the third floor in a few steps, took a door handle from the string of door handles at random, and twisted it into the hole of the door handle that had been removed before.

At the moment of opening the door, a thick tentacle pierced through the corridor. Fortunately, Schiller had already walked into the room one step ahead.

Closing the door, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief. Listening to the gradually weakening movement outside, he knew he had made another correct choice.

As soon as he turned his head, he found that his luck was very good. This was a study, and there were still some traces of activity. Judging from the height and state of the traces, the person who had been active here was Thomas Wei En.

But what made Schiller feel a bit surprised was that everything was covered with a layer of dust. It looked like this study hadn't been used for at least 20 years.