PFC Chapter 3051 Mercury Notes (37)
Chapter 3051 Mercury Notes (37)
Chapter 3051 Mercury Record (Thirty-Seven)
The consequences of looking directly at the Outer Gods were far more serious than Schiller had imagined.
Especially since this Outer God is not an unknown person. In all the works of Ai Shouyi, no investigator has ever looked directly at him, and even the description of his incarnation is only a few strokes. However, in the Cthulhu mythology system, the more mysterious, the more powerful.
Schiller's talent in psychoanalysis, that is, empathy, makes it easier for him to feel the existence of terror. Although he is looking directly at Nyarlathotep's body from the dream world, in the Cthulhu mythology system, everything in the world is just a dream of Azathoth, which is no different from facing Nyarlathotep directly.
The initial splitting headache is not the consequence, but only a foreshadowing of the consequence.
Schiller fell into a dream, and he began to have the same dream over and over again. He saw a huge ancient city in the sky that was about to collapse, and he himself was deep in an endless maze of rice fields on the ground.
Tears and blood continued to flow from the eyes of the giant female corpse nailed to the cross. The blood soaked the rice fields, making it difficult for him to move in the mud and he sank deeper and deeper.
When he concentrates on the real world, he can briefly free himself from the entanglement of the soil by falling, but once he loses focus for a moment, he will return to the maze and be squeezed by seemingly endless ears of wheat until he can no longer find his complete self.
Schiller could no longer tell which part of the hallucination came from the beast curse and which part came from Nyarlathotep.
He only knew that these two forces interacted with each other and even complemented each other, causing his mental state to plummet and he was about to hit rock bottom.
Fortunately, his connection with the tower is the last line of defense. He can get rid of this body when necessary, and the information exchange with the tower can allow him to maintain the last bit of clarity, allowing his spirit to remain in a state infinitely close to the bottom, but not completely lost.
Obviously, this state can maximize Schiller's empathy. In a word, Schiller is now terribly strong.
Of course, becoming stronger has a price. Hallucinations are not superpowers that can be turned on and off as you like. Once you fall into a hallucination state, the world will no longer be normal.
Schiller slept for a while and finally woke up from the dream. He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He looked up and found that it was already 11:30 in the afternoon.
The problem is that he has classes this morning.
He quickly got up from the bed, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, and saw 59 unread emails, all sent to him by students.
Before he could click it, a loud chattering sound came from behind him. Schiller stood up and turned around, but there was nothing behind him.
When he noticed the noise, it became louder and louder and kept echoing in his ears.
"Professor, are you okay? I'm worried about you. If you're not feeling well, just get some rest."
"I'm sorry to bother you, Professor Rodriguez. I'm very worried about you being unwell today. I hope you take care of yourself..."
"Professor, how do you feel? If you feel really bad, go to the school hospital. The doctors there are very kind and will definitely make you feel better as soon as possible..."
Schiller opened the email on his phone, and it was exactly the same as what he heard, all greetings from students, filled with a strong sense of worry.
Turning to the bottom, he found an email from Clark saying, "Professor, I noticed you weren't here when the class was over. I know you had something to do this morning, so I've told the students that you're on sick leave. Don't worry."
Then came Diana's email, she said: "Zatanna and Madam Xanadu have received it successfully. They have started research on the Blue Beetle and the magical items hanging on it. Everything is going well. Don't worry too much."
Oliver and Arthur both sent emails, but most of them were greetings. Only Bruce sent an email asking, "Professor, I heard that you didn't come to class this morning. It's hard to imagine what would make you miss a class. I hope Mercury doesn't explode in the near future. Thank you."
Putting down the phone, Schiller suddenly saw his own reflection in the window glass, but in addition to himself, the reflection also included several members of the Justice League.
They were sitting around a round table with their meals from the cafeteria, eating and chatting.
"He really didn't come," Clark said. "I stayed there for 10 minutes longer. He would have arrived long ago, but he didn't show up until the bell rang. I had to tell the students that he had taken a sick leave."
"The students seemed very disappointed because Professor Schiller gave them a very interesting lecture yesterday. I could only emphasize to them that Professor Schiller was not in good health and would make up for it later. They also expressed their understanding."
Diana put down the plate she had just taken and said, "He must have gone to trouble the mastermind. Someone is going to be in trouble, haha."
"Don't be too happy too soon." Bruce tapped the plate with his fork to attract everyone's attention, and said very seriously: "You really should seriously consider what kind of plan can make him skip classes. The mastermind behind this is not as dangerous as Schiller who skipped classes, okay?"
"I believe there's no danger as long as you're not with him." Arthur said nonchalantly. Several others expressed the same attitude. Bruce was speechless.
Suddenly Clark seemed to sense something. He turned around, looked at the figure at the door of the restaurant and said, "Oh my God! Professor?! Why are you here?!"
Several people hurriedly put down their dishes and gathered around. Schiller was a little dazed. Wasn't he in his bedroom looking at the illusion on the glass? How could the illusion break through the glass?
"Hurry, hurry, take him to the lounge, oh my god!" Diana hurriedly pushed everyone and asked them to take Schiller to the lounge across the corridor.
Fortunately, the faculty and student cafeteria are separate, and there are only a few faculty members, so it didn't cause any commotion.
Schiller came to the lounge barely awake. He looked down and found that he was still in pajamas and slippers. He was indeed not in his bedroom, and the people staring at him were not illusions.
How did you get to the restaurant?
The people in the Justice League didn't know, and Schiller himself didn't know either. After listening to his narration, Clark immediately realized the seriousness of the problem. He looked at Bruce and said, "Go check the surveillance!"
At this time, they actually didn't realize that Schiller was hallucinating, and they thought someone had set up a conspiracy and teleported Schiller here.
But when Bruce checked the surveillance footage, everyone was stunned. Schiller walked over by himself and no one interfered with him at all.
Because it was lunch time, almost all the students and teachers gathered in the cafeteria. Schiller walked to the faculty cafeteria without meeting anyone along the way.
This is even more terrifying than if he was teleported here.
"I didn't sense any abnormal power from him." Diana said, "And I don't think it's possible for Professor Schiller to be controlled by the mind. His mind is too complicated to be controlled by ordinary people."
Schiller sighed, drawing everyone's attention, but now in Schiller's eyes, they looked different again.
All the colors on Diana's body disappeared, and she turned into a typical ancient Greek sculpture with a halo behind her head. Arthur's head turned into a tuna, his mouth opening and closing, blowing bubbles. Bruce's back was half white angel wings and half black bat wings. Clark was even more heavyweight. There was actually a sun in this room.
Schiller was so shaken that he could hardly open his eyes. He had to look away and said, "I'm not controlled by anyone. I'm just in a bad mental state and I've been having hallucinations."
The others looked at each other, seemingly not knowing what to do now. But Schiller really couldn't stay in this room any longer. Every person here was shining. The brightness of the entire room was almost as bright as the surface of the sun. It was all white and nothing could be seen clearly.
This left him with no chance to even look at something to divert his attention, and he soon fell into hallucination again. The real world began to become increasingly distant, and their voices seemed to come from the horizon, until in the end he could no longer hear anything.
"There must be a reason why the professor became like this. I think we should investigate it," said Diana.
"I felt that the professor's mind was in a state of confusion," Clark said. "So confused that I couldn't discern his emotions."
"I'll ask Lilith to come over." Bruce picked up his phone and sent a message to Tianzhao Lilith, and then said, "She has the ability to read minds, so maybe she can figure out what's going on with Schiller's current mental state."
Lilith arrived soon. When she heard about the situation, she did not hesitate and immediately activated her ability.
But suddenly she covered her head, let out a scream, and then squatted on the ground.
Several people hurriedly helped her to the bed next to them. Lilith sat there and gasped for several breaths. This girl who had always been very calm spoke in a rare panic.
"I saw some horrible things that I can't describe." Lilith's voice trembled a little. "He always has these things in his mind. I can't go any deeper."
Bruce held her shoulders and pressed down with a little force, making her feel controlled. Lilith felt a little better. Bruce looked into her eyes and said, "Do you have any inspiration for the prophecy?"
Lilith sat there in silence for a long time, took a deep breath, and then said, "Someone will die tragically, tonight."
"Who? Who will die tragically?"
"I do not know."
"Where will he die?"
"I do not know."
Bruce asked the most crucial question.
"Was Schiller involved in his death?"
Under everyone's focused gaze, Lilith raised her head with a pale face and nodded slowly.
(End of this chapter)