Chapter 3197

"Do you know that a fleet appeared at the pier?" Schiller asked.

"Isn't it normal for a fleet to appear at the pier? Is it supposed to be a motorcade?"

"Is that so? Three-masted square-rigged warships?"

Old Silterk widened his eyes and said, "What?"

"I believe there shouldn't be any state visits from Spain recently, so where do you think those three 'Holy Trinity' ships at the pier came from?"

Old Silterk was stunned first, then roared: "It's Huff!! It must be him!!! He..."

"What happened to him?"

"He... he might know that spell."

"What?" Schiller frowned.

"He might know the spell used by the person he framed. I can't be sure, but he said some crazy things to threaten me. He might have felt that if I didn't give him what he wanted, he could use that thing to curse me."

Schiller took a deep breath and said, "You mean he used the spell before he died?"

"I can't be sure," Old Silterk said. "People who use that spell will go crazy. Did you see him go crazy?"

Schiller remembered that when they first saw Huff sitting on the ground, his spirit was still normal, but by the time Huff rushed into the room they were in, he was already a bit out of his mind.

So Huff launched the spell at that time? Schiller thought about it and felt it was possible.

Huff certainly didn't launch the spell for no reason. He was tortured by the Joker to the point of almost going crazy and even killed his whole family. This must be his act of revenge against the Joker.

And this can be inversely inferred that the Joker didn't torture Huff for no reason either. Although it was indeed to disgust Batman, he was more likely trying to force Huff to launch the spell so as to summon a disaster.

That is to say, the Joker might also know the truth about that shipwreck, or this might be a story he made up, which was fused into the story of Huff's family made up by Batman by the Beyonder.

"What are the conditions for launching the spell?"

"I don't know, but I think you must at least know the spell," Old Silterk said. "And that kind of thing must be evil and filthy. As long as you come into contact with it, you will fall into madness. I advise you not to have designs on this thing."

"Thank you for your kind reminder." After thinking about it, Schiller threw Old Silterk in place and said, "For some reasons, you can't die yet. Stay here honestly, I have to go investigate some things."

"Wait! Did you meet my son? He should be active in the village now."

"You are too optimistic. He probably can't be active now."

"What do you mean?"

"He is dead. The specific process is very complicated, so I won't say it." Schiller turned to leave, and Old Silterk called him again: "Wait! He has two laboratories in his hand, I can..."

"No need. Don't you understand yet? Now those ordinary supplies can't solve the problem."

"We have been operating in the village for a long time. Many places have cameras I left behind. As long as you can take me to the laboratory, at least I can help you monitor the situation in the village."

"And then be held at gunpoint by you? I'm not that stupid, forget it."

"No, there is a hidden compartment in the cabinet in my bedroom. Behind the hidden compartment is a safe. There is a pass for the laboratory in the safe. You can take that thing to the monitoring room of the laboratory."

"Why do you want to help me? You don't even seem to want to survive."

"I want to know the truth," Old Silterk said. "I have studied supernatural events for most of my life. Now I am about to succeed. I am about to know what is in Pandora's box."

"Tell me the password to the safe."

Old Silterk said a string of numbers.

Schiller wasn't worried about him cheating, because his Spirit Vision could see whether there were dangerous items in the safe. All his skills had no cooldown now. Even if he was injured by physical means, as long as it wasn't a fatal blow, he could be saved. It was worth gambling with the first-aid skill.

Having obtained two very useful clues, Schiller didn't stay in the underground freezer any longer. He returned the gas mask to Old Silterk and threw him back to his wife in the same way as before, returning to his garage along the original path.

As soon as he came out, Schiller felt something wrong. The air humidity had increased by at least 30%.

You know, it's a snowy day now. It's impossible for any place to be humid while snowing. These two are mutually exclusive, but now the village is filled with a cold and damp feeling.

Schiller took a deep breath and found that his vision blurred for a moment. This is a sign that his mental health value is dropping.

Schiller walked to the window carefully and looked out, but didn't see any strange figures, but it was already dark, and no one knew what would happen tonight.

Schiller went to the bedroom on the second floor at the fastest speed, found the hidden compartment behind the cabinet, and after careful inspection, he chose to open the safe.

There was indeed a pass in here, as well as a pistol and a few bullets, two gold bars, and a cross necklace with a small sapphire embedded in the middle.

When Schiller touched the cross necklace, the Beyonder's voice rang in his ear, "Myth-related item discovered, obtained one myth skill point."

Is this a myth-related item?

Schiller took the cross over, and only after turning it over did he find that it wasn't Jesus nailed to it, but three tentacles wrapped around the cross.

The cross as a whole was silver, but there were black stains where the tentacles were. Schiller simply looked at the composition and found that there should be a little gap, and another tentacle would come.

Schiller suspected that this cross should be a prop that could resist mental pollution. It had already been used three times, and now there was one chance left.

But this is also normal. A rich man like Old Silterk wouldn't do no preparation after finding out about this. Money can't buy everything, but as long as you are willing to spend money, it's not a problem to get one or two such props.

Schiller hung the cross around his neck, which made him look more like a priest. Now he just needs a "Bible."

He picked up the new pistol, loaded the bullets, took the inspection card, and prepared to return to the lighthouse.

Schiller didn't know how to return to the lighthouse entrance from this entrance of the garage, so he couldn't walk underground and could only return the same way, returning to the lighthouse from the surface.

But the surface now is probably not so easy to walk on.

The battery of the night vision goggles is too precious to be wasted casually. Schiller searched the house again, but really couldn't find a flashlight, so he had to go to the house next door to get some firewood and made a simple torch.

The good news is that the sudden humidity made the temperature not so cold, and Schiller could move freely even wearing a uniform. The bad news is that taking a breath of that damp air would drop his mental health value. If he walked back to the lighthouse like this, he definitely wouldn't be able to keep his mental health.

But Schiller still had to go back. Now he could only hope that his own Soul-Soothing skill could pull him back when his mental health dropped to the bottom.

Unlike the morbid and other Schillers, the agent is very disgusted with losing his mind. Although he is like other Schillers, the less healthy his spirit is, the stronger his ability to analyze spirit, but for an agent, losing control is the most terrible thing. He hates madness.

Schiller took the torch, looked at the village, didn't hear any strange movement, so he walked towards the lighthouse along the original path.

The feeling of mud came from under his feet, seemingly because the snow began to melt. The light was too dark, and Schiller couldn't see the specific situation, just feeling that all places were seeping water.

He walked all the way, and his vision blurred every few seconds. By the time he walked to the edge of the village, his vision had begun to shake continuously.

Schiller sighed. He felt that he could persist for about two more kilometers. By then, it wouldn't be too late to use the Soul-Soothing skill.

But just as he was about to continue walking, he suddenly heard a scream from the street next to him.

Schiller instinctively looked over there and saw a few people rushing over, the last one firing back while running.

Schiller cursed "idiot." Fortunately, there was a house on his right, and he rushed over, wanting to climb over the wall.

The dice flashed before his eyes. Dexterity 15 < 20, wall climbing failed.

Schiller knew that this kind of action could be tried repeatedly, but the problem was that the required check value would increase, and it would waste physical strength. Seeing that group of people rushing closer and closer, Schiller could only gamble again.

The dice were thrown high, and landed 21 > 20, check successful. Schiller almost climbed into the yard rubbing the corners of those people's clothes.

This group of people scrambled to climb in, but it was obvious they didn't have Schiller's skills and couldn't climb in at all.

"Save us, save us! There are monsters chasing us!"

Someone went around half a circle and ran to the back door of the house. The back door was an iron fence door, so they could see Schiller. They kept shaking the back door, making a huge sound, which made Schiller very angry.

He walked over holding the torch and said, "Can you see my clothes clearly? Are you sure you want me to save you?"

The two men with blood on their faces who rushed to the front subconsciously looked at Schiller's clothes under the torchlight—the priest's long robe with golden patterns woven on it.

The two of them turned and ran.

Schiller also understood how notorious the Tribunal he belonged to was through the actions of the two of them.

But this is also good, saving this group of people from finding trouble for him.

In fact, if all the Schillers were put together, the one most likely to save this group of people would be the agent, because this group of people could hide from the Prowler and survive until now and see the monster with their own eyes, they must have very valuable intelligence.

But the problem is that from the series of operations of this group of people, it can be seen that they survived until now purely by luck.

Not to mention that they came out to stroll in the village in the middle of the night, since they had already encountered monsters, they only had two choices: one is to resist to the end, and the other is to turn and run.

They very cleverly chose both. A group of people rushed forward screaming like crazy, and another group turned and fired, as if that moving loudspeaker was afraid that the monster's companions wouldn't know something happened here.

Seeing the firelight ahead, running this way is understandable, but seeing that the other party obviously didn't want to deal with them and still chased over, and in the situation where there were monsters chasing behind, they wasted more than ten seconds shaking the iron door.

Schiller didn't doubt at all that if he opened the door for them, they would definitely scream and panic, and after leading the monsters over, they would harm themselves as well.

But even so, Schiller still intended to go out and take a look. It would be best if he could save them. If he couldn't save them, it would be fine to take a look at what the monster looked like. If it really didn't work, the shotgun in the hand of the guy who fired before was also a good thing.