Chapter 2818

Schiller gently lifted the curtain and saw a car parked downstairs at the hotel. The doorman took a business card from the driver's hand. Not long after, the door of room 1905 was knocked.

Schiller followed the waiter downstairs. Just as he walked past the corner of the stairs, he bumped into someone. Schiller originally just looked back instinctively, but his footsteps suddenly stopped. He stood on the steps staring at that person's back, and cold sweat dripped down his back neck.

The back looked exactly like the guest in room 1903.

The waiter walking in front saw him stop, so he had to stop and ask with concern: "Sir? Sir???"

Schiller paused, ignored the waiter's call, and chased toward the back in big strides, but where was the man's figure in the corridor.

Schiller stood on tiptoe in place and rushed toward room 1903.

Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!!

"Open the door!"

Schiller shouted while patting the door.

Suddenly the door was opened. A woman looked at Schiller very suspiciously and said: "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

Schiller stretched his neck to look inside. The woman immediately showed a vigilant expression. She said: "What do you want to do? Get out of here! Otherwise, I'll call the police!"

"Oh, that, ma'am, I don't mean anything else, it's just that the smoke alarm on this floor just rang. May I ask if you smoke? I'm worried about a fire..."

The woman obviously didn't believe it much, but she still said: "No, I don't smoke, my husband and I don't smoke..."

"Then your husband..."

"What's wrong? Doris?!" A rough voice came from inside the room. A tall man walked over, looked at Schiller outside the door and said: "What's wrong? Is there anything?"

Schiller took two steps back and said: "No, nothing, it's just that the smoke alarm rang. I thought you were smoking. It seems I can only go find security."

The door of room 1903 was closed. Schiller walked toward the stairs. The waiter looked at him with a somewhat helpless expression and said: "What on earth is wrong? Is there anything I can help you with?"

"No... nothing." Schiller looked back at the stairwell again and said: "Let's go."

The two continued to walk forward and soon came to the elevator door. Schiller looked back and saw the sign for the 19th floor hung opposite the elevator door. Below it were also placed two lush plants. It looked like imported monstera.

Schiller got on the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closed, the light in the elevator flashed twice. Schiller immediately looked up at the ceiling. The waiter's tone had no waves at all, "The filament in the elevator has some poor contact, but please rest assured, the power and lighting are completely two sets of systems and will not affect the normal operation of the elevator."

"I hope so." Schiller said.

The elevator soon came downstairs. As soon as he walked out of the elevator door, Schiller looked toward the front desk. Seeing the figure of the black-haired front desk, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief.

But at the very moment he was about to withdraw his gaze, a red-haired figure passed through the front desk and walked toward the manager's office behind.

Schiller chased over immediately, but suddenly a large group of travel agency tourists blocked his way. By the time Schiller finally passed through the crowd, there was nothing in front of the manager's office door.

If Nyar were to face Barbatos at this point in time, it would be unknown who would win or lose. If Nyar caused too much of a stir, it was not impossible for the Archangels to descend.

Schiller discovered that he couldn't knock the door open, so he kicked the door and sighed, saying: "Do you have your manager's business card?"

"Sorry, I don't. You can only wait for him to come back."

"When will he come back?"

"There are some circuit problems in the hotel recently. He should have gone to find maintenance personnel. He might come back in a while. You can go back to your room and wait first."

Schiller pursed his lips looking at the doorplate and chose to give up. He turned and walked toward the revolving door. When he was pushing the revolving door to go out, someone was also pushing the revolving door to come in.

Schiller stared fixedly at his side face, but the revolving door was irreversible. After Schiller went out, that person also went in, and by the time Schiller pushed the revolving door to go in, that person had long since disappeared.

The guest in room 1901.

Schiller stared at the elevator for a while, then pushed the door out, and then he saw a familiar figure in the car waiting for him outside. It was little Bruce, looking safe and sound.

Schiller pulled open the car door and sat in, sitting beside little Bruce. He asked expressionlessly: "You sent me the message. Since you are fine, why didn't you tell me directly what's going on?"

"Obviously, I'm being monitored." Little Bruce seemed to be wondering why Schiller's face looked so bad, but he still explained: "An unknown person has been monitoring my communications. I don't know if he can crack that magical communication system of yours, so I chose a safer method."

"What did you find me for?"

"Of course, it's to have you help me solve that investigator. For some reason, I can't take action against him personally. You have to help me think of a way, otherwise my house will be dismantled by him!"

"What did he do?"

"That guy is a complete madman." Little Bruce cursed: "I previously used Cat Getan Cathedral as one of my bases. He followed the clues and found it. Fortunately, I ran fast, but because I hid too hurriedly, I left some clues."

"I wanted to go back to destroy the evidence, but that madman used the name of a terrorist attack and directly blew up the cathedral. I lost more than 40 tentacles, and it hurt so much that I didn't sleep well for half a month."

Little Bruce sighed for a long time and said: "I really want to pinch him to death. It's a pity that I don't know why, I can't kill him. Even if I hurt him, he can recover very quickly."

"And that guy's luck is so good that it explodes. He can bump into any clue. He also found forbidden spells from I don't know where in Cat Getan Library, made a pile of bombs, and has already killed more than 200 of my tentacles. If I don't solve it quickly, he will definitely rush into my house and blow me to death."

Schiller sat in place and remained silent. Little Bruce had no choice but to ask him, "What on earth is wrong with you? You look so bad. Are you feeling unwell? Or should I call a private doctor for you first?"

Schiller shook his head silently, because he had just discovered a terrible fact. Without the Battleworld communication system, the interface that would appear with just a thought in the past had completely disappeared.

"Are you communicating with people from other universes? I advise you to give up that idea. That mysterious guy monitoring me created a brain wave blocking instrument. Any abnormal brain waves can't be sent out, otherwise I wouldn't have been made so miserable by them."

"Stop the car!" Schiller suddenly shouted.

The driver braked sharply. Both of them hit the front seat hard. Schiller reached out to support, but little Bruce took it solidly.

"Turn back." Schiller said.

Little Bruce looked at him with very suspicious eyes. He opened his mouth wanting to ask, but seeing Schiller's extremely bad face, he still said nothing and said to the driver: "Turn back, return to the hotel, maybe something was forgotten."

The driver had no choice but to turn back and drive.

"Nyar is the God of a Thousand Faces. Could he be Thomas Wayne?!"

This speculation shocked everyone again.

But unfortunately, thinking about it carefully, it wasn't impossible.

Nyar had a notorious record in this regard. What he was best at was turning into various people to deceive others. Becoming Thomas and using human means to get Martha pregnant with his child—then the Batman of this universe was simply not a dependent of an Evil God, but rather the offspring of the Evil God himself.

"Now little Bruce can never escape the shadow of his father." Greed sighed and said as if joking, "The good news is that his parents might both still be alive."

"Turning Batman into his own offspring..." Pride said thoughtfully, "Even if it's just one in ten thousand universes, it proves that Nyar's plans are not small. We must be cautious."

Greed then stood up and said.

"I will tell the Bishop to let him contact Peter to see if he can leave the hotel. In a while, I will use my own body to go out once to prepare for a possible confrontation later."

"No, it's fine." Schiller hung up the phone.

He put down the wine bottle and looked at the wine glass he had taken out last night. His expression seemed somewhat indecisive.

Finally, he put everything down and stood up, walked into the living room and opened the briefcase. All candles were intact, the wicks were also very fresh, without any traces of having been used. The vodka hadn't decreased by a drop, and there were exactly 60 matches.

Schiller took out a match and lit it. He hesitated for a moment, but still picked up the red candle and recited the name of the manipulation in his heart.

The candle was lit, and the power spread out. Schiller breathed a sigh of relief. The channel formed by the power was connecting into his mental world, and the door opened.

The one who came wasn't Schiller.

Schiller saw a starry sky behind the door.

Immediately after, countless terrifying, weird, and dark things poured into his brain. He let out a scream and extinguished the candle at the fastest speed.

Schiller leaned on the sofa and gasped for a few breaths, staring somewhat incredulously at the candle that had just burned a little.

The door of room 1905 was knocked.

Schiller walked over and opened the door. Little Bruce stood outside the door. He looked at Schiller somewhat worriedly and said: "Are you okay? I heard a scream just as I walked up. What on earth is wrong with you?"

Schiller saw that his subtext was actually wanting to ask "Who on earth could make you like this?"

Schiller spoke slowly, telling little Bruce about his previous encounter. Very unexpectedly, little Bruce didn't believe it, because Schiller indeed had no evidence.

Batman is actually not the kind of detective who values evidence very much. He knows that reasoning sometimes requires some inspiration, and the truth often requires a leap of thought to touch.

But the problem is, the things Schiller said didn't even have basic logic. Little Bruce raised a few obvious questions.

"First of all, and the most incredible thing is, the four major families actually united together? Why? What basis do they have to unite together?"