Chapter 2821

Schiller leaped into the swimming pool.

The other three were stunned. They all lay on the edge of the pool. Cobblepot said somewhat awkwardly, "This... should we save him?"

"This is a trap, but it's impossible that he doesn't know. Perhaps he has some other plans. Pull him up before he dies," Jeremiah said.

Schiller's air was soon exhaled. Jeremiah timed it and pulled him up. Fortunately, the pool wasn't deep. Even if a person sank to the bottom, they could basically be pulled up in one go.

Schiller lay on the edge of the pool, coughing painfully. After a long while, he wiped his lips and said, "Killing all the way to the main entrance of the hotel is useless."

He didn't say the specific details, but it was estimated that it was the same as the first ending. It seemed like the hotel problem was solved, but the most they could touch was the avatar level, and if they couldn't affect Nyarlathotep, they couldn't solve the fundamental problem.

For mortals, it is basically impossible to touch the true body of an Outer God. The Cthulhu mythos system can be considered lush and productive, but in those excellent works, I have never heard of any investigator who could hard-carry an existence at Nyarlathotep's level. Being able to come back alive after encountering an Outer God is already a legend among legends.

Schiller hadn't even caught his breath before jumping in again. The three people on the shore were already numb. They timed the gap after Schiller exhaled and pulled him up again.

"There is nothing between the two hotel buildings," Schiller said. "After jumping down, you will be blown by the wind until only a skeleton remains."

This was clearly the perspective of a bystander, but the three of them tacitly didn't ask him who exactly he had thrown down.

Then Schiller went down more than a dozen times, basically ruling out all possibilities of breaking the situation. All the hardware facilities of the hotel could not be destroyed, jumping down from outside the hotel meant death, the abnormalities inside the hotel could not be defeated, and taking any path to leave the hotel could only gain superficial peace and eventually be entangled by the Outer God's avatar.

It seems the best ending for this movie is for the group to escape the hotel in a very disheveled state, then be harassed for decades, and finally reunite in the hotel to fight to the death, all ending up with a miserable death.

Although it sounds tragic, in the many literary and film works of the Cthulhu mythos system, this kind of plot is the mainstream, because the main tone of this mythos system is despair, and having no hope is the deepest horror.

The other three sat on the edge of the pool, silent for a moment. The degree of this despair was such that even a lunatic like Jeremiah didn't know how to resist.

Theoretically, if an Outer God wants to watch fun, then the best revenge is to make him unable to watch fun, which is collective suicide.

But they also knew very well that humans like them were endless. A person wouldn't feel sad because the ants in the anthill they played with today committed suicide, because tomorrow they could change to another anthill and still play very happily.

When you are too weak, all your resistance looks ridiculous. All your pretentious serious postures and expressions, your attitude of seriously thinking and striving to survive, and your courage and strength to fight to the death are just adding three points of absurdity and an extra layer of laughingstock to this ridiculousness.

Schiller didn't jump in again, because this swimming pool obviously didn't just make people feel pain, but also weakened people's mental power. Schiller's spirit was already on the edge of danger, and another one or two times would lead to brain death.

"I don't think there's any other way," Cobblepot said. "This is an endless cycle of hell, just to trap everyone here. We aren't special either. Perhaps this is our destination."

Schiller didn't criticize his negative attitude, because things had reached this point, and not going crazy on the spot could already be considered a quite strong performance of willpower.

To be fair, his few teammates didn't have great abilities, but their mentalities were very stable.

Actually, Schiller still had a few endings he didn't tell them, because if he told them, it would seem even more desperate—that is, the power of copyright is also invalid here, and drawing Mickey Mouse is not easy to use.

The foolproof funny character breaking through the difficulties is also meaningless. This place will reflect the essence of everything. Unless you can break the dimensional wall and pull the main bodies of these funny characters over, and maybe even have to pull their creators over, otherwise you still can't break the blockade.

Heaven cannot be returned to, which means, to some extent, the Universe Administrator's management of this place also has loopholes.

However, precisely because of this, it made Schiller more certain that Nyarlathotep's main body was likely here. If it weren't for the Thousand-Faced God himself, it would be impossible for the angels' management of the universe to have such a large loophole.

People always say that Cthulhu cannot be looked at directly, but facing an Outer God is another kind of difficulty. You have to find him before you can look at him, and compared to the weak Cthulhu, Outer Gods are all hexagon warriors.

One side of Nyarlathotep even exceeds that, because he has completely overcome even the weakness of being blindly idiotic and having no subjective initiative.

It's really interesting. The returned bishop sorted out the clues in his mind, and then he discovered that there were only a few paths, and walking back and forth were all dead ends.

Although I don't know if finding Nyarlathotep counts as the end, if there is any room to break the situation, it is to try to find the main body of this Outer God.

Although thinking about it carefully, finding him is useless, because Nyarlathotep cannot be looked at directly, and humans have no way to communicate directly with his main body, otherwise their brains will be blown up, so going around in circles is still a dead end.

Schiller made a decision, which is to wait.

That's right, he intends to do nothing and just wait here, because he knows that now he is one person, but he is not just one person.

During the waiting process, Schiller began to ponder Nyarlathotep's purpose. Although for fun-seekers like them, being able to watch fun is already very happy, but if there is free time, they don't mind getting some benefits along the way.

Schiller always felt that some of the things the Black Pharaoh said were true, which is to say, Nyarlathotep making such a big move was not just for Little Bruce, at least a part of it was for him.

But what does he have that would be targeted by Nyarlathotep? It wouldn't be because of the Nameless Mist, right? Then he should go find the Gray Mist, why find himself?

No, Schiller suddenly had a flash of inspiration. The Nameless Mist is not important to Nyarlathotep, but the Nameless Mist not being there is very important to Nyarlathotep.

Otherwise, why did he come to the door as soon as he and the Gray Mist separated? When he was on top of Barbatos's head, he also dealt with Nyarlathotep several times. Why didn't he make a move then?

In the Cthulhu mythos system, there are too few descriptions of the Nameless Mist, but Schiller estimates that Nyarlathotep should not be able to do anything to the Gray Mist, so when the Gray Mist was there, he was very honest. It was only after finally catching this opportunity of the Gray Mist leaving that he found himself.

But if the first ending is really an ending, the Gray Mist came, but left without any burden, which shows that Nyarlathotep does not want to harm himself, and even if he was entangled again later, there should be no substantial harm, otherwise the Gray Mist would not have left so easily.

Then what exactly does this guy want to do?

It wouldn't really just be wanting to entangle himself to have a drink, right?

Then this wine has been drunk, that's about enough. Why perform a cycle and trap yourself here?

Thinking of this, the train of thought was basically broken. Schiller calculated that the time was about right, and he lit a white candle.

The one who came was Greed. As soon as he came over, he picked up the sticky note to write, but didn't write long, left a sentence, and then left.

The bishop returned in a daze, and was even more dazed when he saw the words on the note. What Greed wrote on the note was "Summon Mediocrity".

Schiller looked left and right, up and down, and didn't figure out where the wonder of this move was. Things that he and Morbid and Normal couldn't handle, you call Mediocrity over? Wouldn't he be scared to death on the spot?

But Schiller really didn't have any high moves, so he simply lit a white candle and silently recited the name of Mediocrity in his heart.

When Schiller opened his eyes again, he was also blank. Mediocrity didn't intend to create a separate body at all. He was sleeping in the high tower, and somehow someone opened the door and dragged him over.

He looked left and right, first was startled by Gordon's state, then looked at Cobblepot's leg with some hesitation, and finally realized that he was standing on the edge of such a large swimming pool.

Very unsurprisingly, he was startled, his foot slipped, and he fell directly into the pool.

Accompanied by a splash, Jeremiah was a bit strange. He said, "Why is there such a big movement this time? Does he think a different water entry posture will have new clues?"

Schiller falling into the pool was not as quiet as last time. Although the water wasn't deep, he couldn't swim at all, couldn't grasp his balance for a while, and choked on several mouthfuls of water.

The previous few times of entering the water were on the edge of the pool. This time Schiller's foot slipped, and he fell into the middle of the pool. His legs and feet were also not honest, kicking around. The pool wasn't deep, and after Schiller kicked twice, he felt his left foot kick something away.

Jeremiah looked at the whirlpool on the water surface in shock.

Schiller removed the plug of the pool's drain valve???

The water in the pool was indeed getting less and less, all drained out along the drain pipe. Schiller, who was sitting in the middle of the pool and soaked through, still had an expression of surviving a disaster.

After he stood up, he stared at the drain and said, "That's not right, shouldn't this kind of professional swimming pool have a professional water storage truck to pump water? Where is this drain draining the water to?"

When he said this, the other few people reacted. Most swimming pools don't change water in the way many people imagine—one outlet to drain, one inlet to fill. Most adopt chemical cleaning. Even if they want to thoroughly change the water, they connect a pipe to send it to a water truck, and then pull a truck of water over. There is no draining into the hotel's drainage system.

Then where did this water flow?

Several people jumped into the pool and looked carefully, only to find that this drain didn't seem to be matched, but someone had drilled a hole here, and the thing blocking it was kicked away by Schiller.

Then they looked carefully again, and there was no water pipe under this hole. In other words, this pool of water should have already flooded the top floor of the hotel.

Schiller gasped and said, "This can't be blamed on me. This hole is so small. If it were ordinary water, it couldn't flow so fast, unless it is much heavier than ordinary water."

Jeremiah is a doctor of physics, how could he not understand this point? He said somewhat hesitantly, "This water is indeed not ordinary water. Should we go down and take a look?"