Chapter 3141

Schiller suddenly felt that this instance was quite good. Now all the Batmen must be full of question marks, but they couldn't ask anything. This scene was too much fun.

The main universe Batman and Bruce were among the few who knew that Schiller was actually only one person, just divided into different personality traits. Others thought that different Schillers were counterparts from different universes.

As a result, these two people discovered at the same time that Schiller had physically split, but they couldn't ask anything.

Schiller swore that he had never seen the main universe Batman's eyes open so wide. He didn't even look like Batman anymore.

After enjoying the fun in place for a long time, Schiller felt it was time to do some serious business. He cleared his throat and said.

"About three days ago, the church I belong to received news that a Wanderer had appeared in the Faraines area. I rushed here as fast as I could. I am a Requiem-giver. What about you?"

The background story Schiller set for himself was very simple: an ordinary worker for the church, responsible for handling anomalies in this world, roughly arriving here at the same time as the detective.

The main universe Batman finally withdrew his gaze. He said in a low voice, "I am a hunter and wilderness survival expert. I have been hunting near the Faraines mountains. I heard from the villagers here that things have been getting bad lately, so I came to take a look."

Bruce, who had been in a daze, suddenly reacted and said, "I am a... psychologist."

He said this last word through gritted teeth. Schiller could only rejoice in his heart that fortunately he was only a psychologist, not a psychology professor, otherwise he would really have to let this corpse take him away.

"The kind with prescription rights?" Greed next to him asked. It was clear that his occupational disease had flared up.

"I am an intern doctor," Bruce changed the subject. He said, "There are still about 1000 hours of internship time left to complete, and I have no prescription rights. I am still learning."

"How did you come here?" the main universe Batman asked.

"I am interning in Sigurtek," Bruce replied. "I have seen some very special cases in this village in case studies, so I came here to find material for my thesis."

After saying this, he even smiled at Schiller.

He had better not really be here to write a thesis, Schiller thought, otherwise the next one lying on the ground would be either himself or him.

"I am here for tourism," Greed shook the camera in his hand and said, "I heard that the winter scenery here is beautiful, so I'm preparing to take some photos."

"Are you a photographer?" Schiller asked.

"Not the very professional kind. My main occupation is being a rich second generation."

"Very suitable for you," Schiller evaluated.

The White Knight sighed and said, "I am a lawyer. I got into some trouble because of a case. I heard that the price of homestays here is relatively low, so I came here to avoid the limelight. I didn't expect to encounter such a thing."

"I am the sheriff here," Owlman frowned and said in a voice even lower than Batman's. "Obviously, I am here to investigate this murder case. I hope you can cooperate with my work."

After he finished introducing himself, everyone's eyes fell on the last person who hadn't spoken yet.

The Joker let go of his arms and shook his apron, saying, "What are you looking at?"

"What is your occupation?"

"A great artist!"

This could barely be considered an answer. The Batmen naturally recognized that this was the Joker. He was unwilling to say more, and no one pursued the question, lest he go crazy.

Everyone's eyes fell on the corpse in the center of the room.

The corpse was split down the middle.

This was not an adjective, but a precise description. The corpse was split in two from the head, all the way to the lower abdomen. A small part was connected together, and now the whole person was in an X-shape.

The corpse was an adult male around 30 years old. The time of death should have been last night, but because the temperature was very low, the state of the corpse was well maintained.

His dress was very ordinary. He was wearing a brown sweater and jeans. He was not holding anything in his hands. Most importantly, his shoes were covered in mud.

Now the snow outside was already very heavy. If someone walked in from outside now, their shoes would definitely be covered in snow. Even if it melted, it would be water stains, but the mud on this man's shoes was relatively dry.

This meant that either this was not the first crime scene, or this man had not yet encountered snow when he arrived at the cabin.

Schiller, who was closest to the door, walked toward the door. At this time, the door was not closed tightly; it was open a small crack, so no one stopped him from opening the door. He lowered his head to check the snow outside.

As soon as his hand touched the snow, he found that he couldn't move at all. The Transcendent's voice rang in his ears, "Found a possible clue—the thickness of the snow requires an Intelligence check of 18. Do you want to perform the check?"

Schiller immediately understood the gameplay of this game. This had nothing to do with whether he could visually estimate the thickness of the snow and calculate how long the snow had been falling based on the current snowfall. He had to pass the check to deduce all this; otherwise, he had no way to state the answer directly.

"Check," Schiller said.

He saw a 20-sided die appear before his eyes. The die was thrown up by an unknown force, and when it landed, it was the number 6.

The die result 6 plus the attribute result 10, the total points were 16, which was less than the judgment requirement of 18 points. The judgment failed.

Schiller found that his body could move again. He turned his head to look at the others and opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound. He had no way to state his inferred judgment, and it seemed he couldn't even make lip movements.

And others seemed to have seen the die. Looking at Schiller's reaction now, they knew he wanted to state the answer, but couldn't.

But Schiller's reaction speed was also very fast. He immediately said, "Is there anyone here who is proficient in the wilderness environment? I think perhaps we can take a look at the thickness of the snow?"

The main universe Batman immediately understood his meaning. In fact, Schiller was just hinting at whoever had higher attribute points to try.

The main universe Batman walked over. When he looked at the snow, Schiller also saw the die. The red 20-sided die slowly rose and landed, number 1.

Everyone was stunned.

"Critical failure!" Schiller heard the Transcendent shout.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew into the door. Batman, who was looking down at the snow, was blown directly to the ground, and everyone felt a chill.

Schiller thought this was the punishment for the critical failure. As a result, the main universe Batman who stood up found that the door couldn't be closed. The cold wind kept pouring into the room, and the little heat provided by the fireplace was not enough. The temperature in the room instantly dropped to around zero.

Schiller didn't find any coats or anything in the room. Although they were dressed relatively warmly, most of their clothes were not windproof. If it kept blowing like this, they would all be frozen stiff in less than two hours.

"Let me try to fix the door," Owlman said. "When I was at the police station, I often repaired broken things. Sometimes you have to give them a little color."

He was hinting that his attributes were relatively high. The main universe Batman didn't fight with him, but retreated to the back. He didn't have insufficient attributes, but didn't trust his luck.

Schiller heard the Transcendent check Dexterity this time. The requirement was lowered a bit, only needing 15 points. Schiller suspected that Owlman's original agility attribute might be around 12-13 points, and he could pass if he threw another two or three points.

The die landed, number 2.

Sure enough, Owlman's agility attribute was 12 points. Unfortunately, adding 2 points was still only 14 points, which was 1 point away from passing the judgment.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" Schiller asked the Transcendent in his mind.

The Transcendent was silent for a long time. Schiller called him twice, and the Transcendent had to reply, "I'm just shocked by your bad luck."

"What should we do now?" Schiller asked him. "I think we might be wiped out."

"Uh, you can look for repair props," the Transcendent had to prompt, because he found that if he didn't remind them, these unlucky guys would really freeze to death here.

This instance hasn't even officially started yet. Now it's just the novice tutorial time for them to adapt to the game.

"I think we can look for tape or something," Schiller said. Everyone present was a smart person, of course, they knew what this meant, so they all split up to look for it.

Schiller, however, slowly approached the corpse.

"Can I strip his clothes?" Schiller asked.

"Why are you so insane?"

"He is already dead, and his clothes are useless. If we really can't fix the door later, perhaps we can use the clothes on him to block the door gap. This is not insanity, this is a consideration of pragmatism."

"Fine, you can, but you have to pass a check."

"Check what?"

"Inspiration."

"What?"

"You have to pass an Inspiration check."

Schiller stopped his steps.

Pass an Inspiration check? Stripping the clothes of an ordinary corpse shouldn't require Inspiration, right? Schiller thought, is there anything else tricky about this corpse?

"I heard that it's not peaceful here lately. This corpse might have died at the hands of that mysterious Wanderer. It's better not to move it," Greed suddenly said.

Schiller was not sure how much Mental Health value he had deducted from that first look at the corpse, but if he didn't pass this time, the deduction would definitely be more.

Schiller sighed and gave up his idea. At this time, Bruce found a screwdriver behind the bookshelf, and the main universe Batman found half a roll of tape in the drawer.

They handed these things to Owlman. Owlman took the tools and walked over, finding that he was not frozen, but very smoothly completed the repair work, and the door was finally closed.

This made Schiller understand another mechanism of this game, which is that not everything requires a check. If you can find props, you can complete some work that originally required a check to complete.

Schiller suddenly began to look at the room.

"How is the freedom of the game?" Schiller asked.

"What do you want to do?" The Transcendent understood very well why he asked this. He said, "Don't think about it. Props that can be picked up easily don't need a check, but if you want to dismantle the beams, you definitely have to pass a Strength check, and the points must be very high. Even if you throw a 20 on the dice, you won't pass."

"Who said I wanted to dismantle the beams?" Schiller sneered and said, "I am a member of the clergy now, I can't be so violent."

"You know best."

With the door closed, they could finally continue to study the corpse. Everyone gathered around the corpse.

But just at this moment, the corpse moved.