PFC Chapter 2815: Demonic Restricted Area (1)
Chapter 2815: Demonic Restricted Area (1)
Chapter 2815: Demonic Restricted Area (XI)
The two men slowly approached the magnificent building. They thought it would be difficult to get in because of the walls and cannons. It was obvious that they didn't want them to get in so easily.
However, what was unexpected was that although there were cannons, there was no one to operate them. Although the city walls were high, there was no one guarding them, so it was very easy to find loopholes.
Schiller always felt that there should have been guards here originally, because the style of the city wall was obviously designed for guards to stand guard. If there were no guards originally, it would not have been designed like this. So where did the guards go?
Schiller and Gordon found the side door of the castle. It was closed, but not tightly enough that Schiller could just reach a hand in and feel the lock.
Although it looks like a medieval castle, the lock is still of modern style. It looks a bit weird, but it gave Schiller an opportunity because he knew how to pick the lock.
The tools were not difficult to find. Although he could not take things out of the hotel, Schiller brought his own briefcase. He did not have professional lock-picking tools, but there was a bunch of keys inside. Schiller removed the key ring and straightened it to use as wire, and quickly pried open the lock.
The two men pushed open the side door, and it was quiet inside. The front yard still looked like Wayne Manor, but Schiller soon discovered something wrong in the bushes near the city wall.
They tiptoed over and found a man lying on the ground with a knife in the chest. He was already dead.
The strangest thing was that he was wearing something that looked like medieval armor, but it was not very complete.
Schiller was quite knowledgeable about the history of medieval Europe. Many of the patterns on this armor were too blurry, the style was lacking in some elements, and the way of wearing it was not right. What was even more outrageous was that there was a suit under the armor.
Schiller pulled off the armor and discovered that the suit the man was wearing was very valuable and consistent with the social status of the guests at the Wayne Hotel.
Sure enough, there were guards, but no one knew who killed them. Schiller looked around and found some figures lying in the grass in front. They should be guards who were killed like this man.
Schiller looked up at the small door inside the city wall again. It was obvious that this was where the guards had originally stayed, but for some reason someone slipped in and dragged them out from the inside and killed them.
Schiller looked at the knife wound on the guard's chest thoughtfully.
He turned around and found Gordon staring at the main building of Wayne Manor. He walked over and didn't find anything unusual.
The two walked towards the interior of the manor.
They had just passed through the woods trail and were about to reach the main gate of the manor when a dark shadow suddenly pounced towards them. Schiller immediately dodged to the side and turned around to see a pair of scarlet eyes.
It was a big dog almost as tall as a human.
It looked more like a monster than a dog, because there were many tentacles extending from its neck, and each of the tentacles was covered with eyes, but the dog's eyeballs were gone, and its mouth full of sharp teeth had turned into small fleshy buds.
But just because it had no teeth, Schiller didn't think it was easy to deal with. It would be worse if the thing that pounced on him was a beast with sharp teeth. Schiller was very sure that no matter whether it was the tentacles in its mouth or on its neck, they would drill into the skin as long as they touched it, because this thing looked exactly the same as the thing in Gordon's neck.
boom!
Gordon fired a shot, hitting the monster right in the middle of the eyebrow, but it was obviously useless. Schiller did not panic. He took out something that looked a bit like a kettle from his briefcase, with a folded metal tube in the front.
While Gordon was dealing with the monster, he quickly unscrewed the lid of the kettle, poured a small bottle of vodka into it, screwed the lid back on, and lit a match.
When he shook the match at the end of the tube, a flame was immediately ignited, and when Schiller pressed the button on the handle, a dragon of fire spewed out from the mouth of the tube.
Swish!
The flames successfully forced the monster back, and Gordon took two steps back in embarrassment. Schiller pressed it again, and a bright flame drew an arc in the air. The monster that had just been forced back was unable to dodge, and the flame fell right on its neck. It rolled over with a scream, gnashing its teeth and hesitating whether to continue attacking.
The evil gods are not afraid of fire, but the creatures they control are. To be precise, as long as they occupy the bodies of carbon-based creatures, they must be afraid of flames. Schiller looked calm and pressed the button again, as if he could not hear the monster's screams at all.
This time, more flames were sprayed out, and the monster was ready to give up, but Schiller obviously did not intend to let it go.
Instead of using the spraying method, he rolled to the side of the monster, waited in the path it must take to escape, opened the lid of the pot, and poured vodka all over the monster.
Then he threw a match on it.
Although the flammability of strong liquor is not as good as napalm and its power is not as great, it is still enough to deal with a dog. The obviously contaminated dog ran away screaming and hid in the woods in the garden.
Schiller screwed the lid on the kettle, put the tube back in, and put the contents back into his briefcase. Gordon stared at his bag and said, "You look very professional."
"Do a little research." Schiller said, "You'd better not use your gun again. I'm not denying the lethality of bullets, but the wound surface is too small and the deterrent effect is not enough."
"These creatures controlled by the evil spirits probably only have instincts left, except for their violent aggression. You can't expect a dog to know what a gun is. Even if a human loses all logical thinking and memory, he may not remember that this thing can kill him."
"Because this is a recent creation of human civilization, it has not yet had time to be engraved into human instinct. Under controlled conditions, of course, the more dangers are engraved into instinct, the more deterrent they are. For example, there is almost no creature in nature that is not afraid of fire."
Gordon took out something from his waist again. Schiller saw that it was a stun gun. Schiller shook his head and said, "Unless you are the god of thunder and can create thunder similar to that in nature, it is difficult to scare them away with this."
"Of course I know that, but I've tested it and found that electric shock guns can paralyze the controlled creatures for a short period of time. It seems that the electric current interferes with the operation of some of their parts."
Schiller nodded. He knew that Gordon must be sure when he said that, but this made him think of another thing.
Human beings have developed too fast in modern times, and have come up with all kinds of strange and bizarre things, which are a bit ahead of the evil gods. It can only be said that there is no monster that cannot be solved by napalm. Those weapons that are prohibited from being used against individual soldiers are basically used to suppress these minions.
Most humans do not have a correct understanding of the firepower level of modern humans. All they can say is that if zombies or aliens only have the abilities shown in the movies, they will be blown to pieces before they can leave the town.
The biggest problem for mankind is that they cannot deal with the evil gods behind these minions, so it is useless to deal with more of these minions. However, Gordon's words gave Schiller a hint. Does the interference of electric current with certain components also mean that the evil gods need sending and receiving devices to control these creatures?
Going further, does influencing people's consciousness also mean influencing their brain waves? If this is true, there is a lot to be said for this, because evil gods can influence people's brain waves, and humans can do the same. Professor X is actually a big evil god.
If you look at it in a more scientific way, then perhaps the giant octopus sent you a compressed package, and after decompression, the hard disk did not have enough space, causing it to explode directly. Even if there was such a large space, forcibly interpreting these files would burn out the CPU.
In the face of this kind of erosion, there are actually two ways. One is to destroy the receiving device, just like when Wanda and her group dug out their eyes when they were in that world. Without the receiving device, knowledge will be difficult to transmit.
There is also a more difficult way, which is to damage the terminal, but this is almost impossible to do on an Outer God.
However, if this method can be improved, that is, the signals emitted by the outer gods can be staggered with the signals that humans can receive, perhaps there will be a way to answer the sky when others ask the earth, and if the frequencies don't match, the file will naturally not be received, and the brain will not be exploded.
Schiller thought about these questions over and over again, and walked into Wayne Manor with Gordon.
The interior of Wayne Manor can be very different from the exterior.
At this time, the lights in Wayne Manor were on, and a group of people were shivering and crowded in the hall of the manor. Schiller looked around and saw that they were all people wearing swimsuits.
It seems that these people were guests who were playing in the open-air swimming pool and were trapped here after an accident happened in the hotel.
But since they had already walked in, why didn't they go out through the main door?
Soon Schiller got the answer, because a huge head suddenly appeared on the patio stairs on the second floor. It was Alfred.
Alfred in the TV series "Gotham" is not very old and looks more like a middle-aged veteran. However, after so much time has passed, he has aged a little.
At this time, his head occupied the space of several floors above, almost filling the entire patio. His face was covered with dense pustules, and tentacles kept poking out from the gaps between the pustules. His eyes, nose and mouth had also become nests of tentacles.
Schiller looked at Gordon, and Gordon immediately understood, but he shook his head and said nothing, which made Schiller understand that some things cannot be said.
Schiller looked up at the tentacle inside Alfred's ear.
In any mythological system, the image of a monster is not fabricated out of thin air, but must reflect people's fear of certain things. For example, the rules of a restaurant are more like the concrete fear of people's violation of etiquette.
The fact that Alfred's facial features are covered with tentacles is definitely not random. There must be a reason why they look like this.
The moment Alfred appeared, several people standing in the hall screamed, and then almost immediately, the tentacles on the ground pierced through their bodies, and blood splattered everywhere.
Can't listen, can't see, can't speak, Schiller thought to himself, it seems that this also represents the fear of certain taboo rules. Whether it is the restaurant or the swimming pool, he feels a strong sense of being restrained, like a trapped animal struggling in a cage, but he doesn't know where this feeling comes from.
Maybe he should find a personality that is good at psychoanalysis, but now is not the time.
Schiller looked around and saw the crowd in panic. He thought for a moment, then waved gently to Gordon, and the two of them moved towards the stairs.
Schiller was the first to step onto the stairs. The huge monster floating in the center of the patio did not move at all. Schiller felt relieved and quickly walked up the stairs to the second floor.
The structure of this Wayne Manor was somewhat different from the one he knew, but in such manors, the guest rooms were usually placed in the activity area. Schiller found the nearest room and pushed it open. He was lucky enough to find that the room was a bedroom.