civilwarnovels Chapter 2821: Demonic Restricted Area (7)
Chapter 2821: Demonic Restricted Area (7)
Chapter 2821: Demonic Restricted Area (Seventeen)
Finally, Peter accepted Jerome's invitation. He had planned to go to the lobby on the first floor, but when they got there, they saw all the people who had just finished the meeting crowded on the first floor.
Peter's vision became more and more blurry. He saw a group of sardines crowded in a can. The scales, fins and mucus kept surging, emitting a disgusting fishy smell.
He felt that he really couldn't go among the crowd anymore. It was obvious that his mental state was affected. Perhaps, as Jerome said, he was on the verge of collapse. If he continued like this, he wouldn't be able to bear it without others provoking him.
Deciding to go underground with Jerome to find out what's going on, they first went down along the safe passage, but found that the door leading to the basement level was locked.
This door has no lock, it is just bolted at the back and cannot be opened from the front. It seems that there must be other entrances.
This was easy for Peter. He simply smashed the glass above, stuck the bolt with spider silk glue, and pulled the door open. Jerome had an expression that said, "I didn't see you wrong."
Peter shrugged and said, "I'm fine with this job, but if we run into some weird monsters later, I'll have to rely on you. I don't understand anything."
Jerome did not refute, and the two continued to walk down. Jerome said, "The first and second floors below ground are parking lots. That's not where we are looking for. The hotel should have a third floor below ground, but it is not drawn on the safety diagram for either the elevator or the fire escape."
"Then how do we get in?"
"There must be a door." Jerome was confident. He said, "Let's go to the basement level 2 first. I have some guesses."
Schiller in Wayne Manor was not idle either. Although there were monsters in the image of Alfred patrolling outside, they could not speak, communicate, or make any big movements, but they could still conduct simple investigations.
Schiller suspected that the time and space in Gotham City were now disordered, so they might no longer be on the top floor of the Wayne Hotel, but had come to the real Wayne Manor, but it was not clear what time period it was.
In fact, it is easy to judge. You can roughly judge it by looking at the degree of wear and tear of the furniture and walls. But the problem is that they are now in the guest room. No one may have come to this place for several years or even more than ten years. Only daily cleaning and maintenance will leave some traces. To judge the specific time, you still have to go to the place where the owner of the manor often goes.
Besides, if he wanted to explore the secrets of Thomas and Martha, he had to go to the master bedroom or study, but Schiller was not sure whether he would bump into Alfred's big head if he went there now.
He opened the door gently and took a look through the crack. He didn't see anything unusual outside, but he found a few more corpses in the corridor. It was probably those who wanted to escape but were stabbed to death by the tentacles.
Gordon, sitting on the sofa, made a few gestures to Schiller, roughly meaning that he could lead the big head away, but Schiller was not sure whether he could find the study in a short time, and if Gordon died, he would have to face it all alone.
Schiller thought about it and felt that he could not continue to sit there and wait for death. He and Gordon could not communicate smoothly at the moment, so there was no way to make a specific plan. After a few gestures, the two understood each other's meaning.
Gordon pushed open the door and walked out quietly. He wanted to make some noise to attract the big head over. Schiller took this opportunity to go upstairs to find the study or bedroom.
After Gordon left, Schiller heard some movement in the garden outside, and the sticky sound of water sliding past the door. Alfred seemed to have left.
Without time to hesitate, Schiller rushed out the door as fast as he could and rushed towards the stairs in his memory. The mucus and blood on the ground mixed together, making the ground very slippery. Schiller staggered a little, but quickly ran to the third floor.
In his memory, the study should be on the third floor, but this was not the Wayne Manor he was familiar with. Schiller searched the third floor but found neither the study nor the bedroom.
There are two possibilities now. Either these two rooms containing important information are hidden and require some special means to open. The other possibility is that the study and bedroom are upstairs, so we have to continue searching upstairs.
Schiller didn't have much time to hesitate, because there was no movement in the garden, and the sticky sound of water reappeared on the first floor. Alfred had obviously returned.
He had no time to clean up the footprints, so he would definitely follow them. It seemed that continuing to run upstairs would be a good choice, but Schiller hesitated and did not leave the third floor.
Both the Wayne Hotel and Wayne Manor are related to Martha Wayne, so some of the hotel's rules may also be applied to the manor. Perhaps the house number plate has been removed?
Schiller looked around the rooms on the third floor and didn't find any house numbers, but it was rare for people in private homes to put a name on every door.
But Schiller noticed a detail: the door handles of all the room doors looked the same. Schiller randomly picked a door and turned it, and found that turning it to the right would open the door, while turning it to the left would not prevent it from opening. As long as he applied a little force and turned it a few more times, the door handle could be removed directly.
Schiller unscrewed a door handle as quickly as possible, and sure enough, the door began to disappear gradually, leaving only a hole for the door handle and a screw hole, which had the same effect.
Now that he understood the principle, he had to figure out where the door handles of the study and bedroom were. Looking at the huge figure approaching downstairs, Schiller had a bad guess, that is, the old butler of the manor personally kept the door handles of the most important rooms.
It seems that we have to have a head-on collision.
The sticky sound was not the sound of footsteps, but the sound of something scratching across the railings of the patio stairs. The huge head did not need to walk, it could rise or fall freely in the patio like an elevator.
Wait, an elevator?
All the images in this type of horror scene are meaningful and represent something. The elevator is an image that appears repeatedly in both scenes. For Martha Wayne, the elevator must have a special meaning.
Was Martha Wayne's first encounter with a monster in an elevator?
Schiller was not sure, but he suddenly thought that if this rule of not being able to listen, not being able to see, and not being able to speak was aimed at Martha Wayne, or if Martha Wayne felt that she was in this state in the manor, then this imaginary monster must also be targeting Martha.
Schiller knew immediately what to do.
He first squatted down and hid in the corner of the stairs, waiting for the huge head to rise.
As the black shadow slowly approached, the unpleasant fishy smell made Schiller almost unable to breathe. He endured the feeling of suffocation and looked towards the huge head. The faint moonlight illuminated the entire head.
The moment Schiller looked directly at the head, he felt as if he had been hit hard. He felt a bloody smell lingering between his mouth and nose. He reached out his hand to wipe it and his nose bled a lot.
But the previous glance did not allow Schiller to see clearly whether there was anything else on the head, so he could only look again, and this time blood flowed from Schiller's eye sockets.
His vision was almost completely black, and he obviously couldn't take a third look, but the good news was that Schiller saw that the two tentacles on the back of Alfred's head seemed to be grabbing a bunch of door handles, which was also consistent with the image of a butler holding the keys to the entire family.
This big head was not meant to be looked at directly. Schiller's two glances at him had already attracted Alfred's attention, and it could even be said that it had ignited Alfred's anger.
The tentacles were flying towards this side, and small tentacles like bamboo shoots began to emerge from the ground. Many people before were pierced through by these tentacles on the ground.
Schiller tried his best to avoid being touched by the tentacles. His body was agile and he kept turning and moving until he came to the other side of the patio.
He reached out and threw something down.
It was the door handle he had removed before, but there were two strands of hair entangled in the door handle. They were the two strands of hair that Schiller had found in the battery compartment of the hotel's alarm clock, which were suspected to be Martha Wayne's hair.
Schiller bet right, this was indeed Martha Wayne's hair, and Alfred always took Martha as his first target. The door handle fell to the first floor with a thud, and the big head followed closely.
Schiller made an extremely risky move - he flipped over the patio railing, jumped onto the top of Big Head, grabbed the door handle, and then jumped onto the patio on the second floor.
This direct contact really angered Alfred. Perhaps it was because the two hairs were too light, so Alfred changed his target again and turned to Schiller.
Schiller guessed that the door handle held by Alfred must have its special features. Whether it was the master bedroom or the study, it might be a place that Alfred could not reach.
This is also reasonable. Although he is the butler, the master's privacy is the first priority. There must be some places in the entire manor that he cannot go to.
Schiller ran back to the third floor in a few steps, picked up a door handle from the door handle string at random, and screwed it into the hole of the door handle that had been removed before.
The moment the door opened, a thick tentacle ran through the corridor. Fortunately, Schiller had already walked into the room.
After closing the door, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief. Listening to the noise outside gradually weakening, he knew that he had made the right choice again.
As soon as he turned around, he found that he was lucky. This was a study room, and there were some signs of activity. Judging from the height and state of the signs, the person who had been active here was Thomas Wayne.
But what surprised Schiller was that everything was covered with a layer of dust, and it looked like the study had not been used for at least 20 years.