PFC Chapter 3152 Detective is dying (3)
Chapter 3152 Detective is dying (3)
Chapter 3152: The Detective is about to die (Part )
Schiller suddenly felt that this copy was pretty good. Now all Batmans were filled with questions, but they couldn't ask anything. This scene was really funny.
Batman and Bruce in the main universe are among the few who know that there is only one Schiller, but he has different personality traits. Everyone else thinks that different Schillers are isomorphs from different universes.
As a result, the two of them discovered at the same time that Schiller had been physically split, but they couldn't ask anything.
Schiller swore that he had never seen the Batman of the main universe with his eyes so wide open. He didn't look like Batman at all.
After enjoying the fun for half a day, Schiller felt it was time to do something serious, he cleared his throat and said.
"About three days ago, my church received news of a wanderer appearing in the Faraines area. I rushed here as quickly as I could. I'm a requiem practitioner. What about you?"
The background story that Schiller set for himself was very simple. He was just an ordinary worker in the church, responsible for dealing with abnormal events in the world. He received the news and rushed here at about the same time as the detective.
The main universe Batman finally retracted his gaze and 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 there seems to be a lot of trouble recently, so I came to take a look."
Bruce, who had been in a daze, suddenly reacted and said, "I am a...psychologist."
He said the last word with gritted teeth, and Schiller could only be thankful in his heart that he was just a psychiatrist and not a psychology professor, otherwise he would really have to let this corpse take him away.
"The kind with prescription rights?" Greedy asked, and it was obvious that he had an occupational disease.
"I'm an intern." Bruce changed the subject and said, "I still have about 1000 hours of internship to complete. I don't have the right to prescribe, so I'm still learning."
"How did you get here?" asked Prime Universe Batman.
"I'm doing an internship in Higeltek," Bruce replied. "I've seen some very special cases in this village in my case studies, and I came here to look for material for my thesis."
After saying this he smiled at Schiller.
He had better not really be here to write a paper, Schiller thought, otherwise he would be the next one lying on the ground.
"I'm here for tourism." Greedy shook the camera in his hand and said, "I heard that the scenery here in winter is very beautiful. I plan to take some photos."
"Are you a photographer?" Schiller asked.
"Not a very professional one, mainly a rich second generation."
"Suits you very well," Schiller commented.
The Pale Knight sighed and said, "I'm a lawyer. I got into some trouble because of a case. I heard that the price of B&B here is relatively low, so I came here to avoid the limelight. I didn't expect to encounter something like this."
"I'm the sheriff here." Night Owl frowned and said in a voice deeper than Batman's: "Obviously I'm here to investigate this murder case. I hope you can cooperate with me."
After he finished his introduction, everyone's eyes fell on the last person who had not spoken yet.
The clown uncrossed his arms, shook his apron and said, "What are you looking at?"
"What is your job?"
"Great artist!"
This can barely be considered an answer. Of course the Batmen recognized that this was the Joker. He didn't want to say more, and no one asked him about it to avoid driving him crazy.
Everyone's eyes fell on the body in the middle of the house.
The body split in half.
This is not an adjective, but an accurate description. The body was split into two starting from the head and continuing to the lower abdomen. There was a small part connected together, and now the whole person was in an X shape.
The body is an adult male around 30 years old. The time of death should have been last night, but because the temperature is very low, the body is in good condition.
He was dressed very casually, in a brown sweater and jeans, with nothing in his hands, and most importantly, his shoes were covered in mud.
It is snowing heavily outside now. If someone walks in from outside, his shoes will be covered with snow. Even if it melts, there will be water stains. However, the mud on this man's shoes is relatively dry.
This means that either this was not the first crime scene, or it had not snowed when the man came to the cabin.
Schiller, who was closest to the door, walked towards it. The door was not closed tightly at this time, but only a small gap was opened, so no one stopped him from opening the door. He lowered his head to look at the snow outside.
As soon as his hands touched the snow, he found himself completely unable to move. The voice of the Transcendence sounded in his ears, "Discovering possible clues - the thickness of the snow requires a Wisdom Check of 18. Do you want to make the check?"
Schiller immediately understood how to play the game. It had nothing to do with whether he could visually estimate the thickness of the snow and calculate how long it had been snowing based on the current snowfall. He had to pass the assessment before he could figure it out. Otherwise, he would not be able to give the answer directly.
"Test," Schiller said.
He saw a 20-sided dice appear in front of him. The dice was thrown up by an unknown force and the number 6 was on it when it landed.
The dice result is 6 plus the attribute result is 10, the total points are 16, which is less than the required points of 18, so the judgment fails.
Schiller found that his body could move again. He turned his head to look at other people and opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He had no way to express his speculation, and it seemed that he couldn't even make lip shapes.
The others seemed to have seen the dice as well. From Schiller's reaction, it was clear that he wanted to give the answer, but couldn't.
But Schiller was also quick to react. He immediately said, "Is there anyone here who is familiar with the outdoor environment? I think maybe we can take a look at the thickness of the snow?"
The main universe Batman immediately understood what he meant. In fact, Schiller was just hinting that whoever has higher attribute points should give it a try.
Batman from the main universe walked over. When he looked at the snow, Schiller also saw the dice. The red 20-sided dice was slowly thrown up and landed on the ground, with the number 1 on it.
Everyone was stunned.
"Big fail!" Schiller heard the Transcendent shout.
Suddenly a cold wind blew in through the door, and Batman, who was looking down at the snow, was blown to the ground, and everyone also felt the cold.
Schiller thought this was the punishment for a huge failure, but when the main universe Batman stood up, he found that the door could not be closed. The cold wind kept pouring into the house, and the heat provided by the fireplace was not enough. The temperature in the room instantly dropped to around zero degrees.
Schiller did not find any coats or anything in the room. Although they were dressed quite warmly, most of their clothes were not windproof. If the wind continued like this, they would be frozen in less than two hours.
"Let me try to fix the door." Night Owl said, "When I was in the police station, I often fixed broken things. Sometimes you have to teach them a lesson."
He was implying that his attributes were higher. The Batman in the main universe did not compete with him for it, but retreated to the back. It was not that his attributes were not high, but that he did not trust his luck.
When Schiller heard that the Transcendent was passing the agility test this time, the requirement was lowered a bit, only 15 points were needed. Schiller suspected that Night Owl's original agility attribute might be around 12 to 13 points, so he could just throw out two or three points.
The dice landed, number 2.
As expected, Night Owl's agility attribute is 12 points, but unfortunately after adding 2 points it is still only 14 points, just 1 point away from passing the judgment.
"Did you do this on purpose?" Schiller asked the Transcendent in his mind.
The Transcendant remained silent for a long while. Schiller called him twice, and the Transcendant had no choice but to answer, "I am just shocked by your bad luck."
"What should we do now?" Schiller asked him, "I think we might be wiped out."
"Well, you can look for any props for repairs." The Transcendent had to remind them, because he realized that if he didn't remind them, these unlucky guys would really freeze to death here.
The dungeon hasn't even officially started yet, and now it's just the tutorial time for them to get used to the game.
"I think we can look for tape or something." Schiller said. Everyone present was smart and of course knew what this meant, so they all started looking separately.
Schiller slowly approached the body.
"Can I undress him?" Schiller asked.
"Why are you so crazy?"
"He's already dead, so there's no point in asking for clothes. If we can't fix the door later, we can probably use his clothes to seal the crack. This isn't crazy, it's a pragmatic consideration."
"Okay, you can, but you have to pass the test."
"What are you testing?"
"inspiration."
"what?"
"You need to pass the inspiration test."
Schiller stopped moving forward.
Pass the Inspiration Test? It shouldn't take inspiration to strip an ordinary corpse, right? Schiller wondered, is there anything else strange about this corpse?
"I heard that things have been uneasy here lately. This corpse might have died at the hands of that mysterious wanderer. It's best not to touch it." Greedy suddenly said.
Schiller wasn't sure how much mental health he had lost when he first looked at the corpse, but if he failed this time, it would definitely be a lot.
Schiller sighed and gave up his idea. At this time, Bruce found a screwdriver from the back of the bookshelf, and the main universe Batman found half a roll of tape in the drawer.
They handed all these things to Night Owl. Night Owl walked over with the tools and found that he was not immobilized. Instead, he completed the repair work very smoothly and the door was finally closed.
This made Schiller understand another mechanism of the game, that is, not everything needs to be checked. If you can find props, you can complete some tasks that originally required checks.
Schiller suddenly began to look around the room.
"What is the freedom of the game?" Schiller asked.
"What do you want to do?" The Transcendent understood why he asked this question. He said, "Forget it. You don't need to pass the test for items that you can easily pick up. But if you want to remove the beams, you definitely need to pass the Strength test, and the score must be very high. Even if you roll a 20 on the dice, you won't pass it."
"Who said I was going to tear down the roof beams?" Schiller sneered and said, "I am a clergyman now, I cannot be so violent."
"You know best."
After closing the door, they could finally continue studying the corpse, and everyone gathered around the corpse.
But at this moment, the corpse moved.
The rules of the game have been greatly simplified, so even if you haven't played it, it won't affect your reading experience.
All dice results are real ones rolled by the author.