PFC Chapter 2813: Demonic Restricted Area (9)
Chapter 2813: Demonic Restricted Area (9)
Chapter 2813: Demonic Forbidden Zone (Part )
After they had packed up, they prepared to return to the restaurant.
Room 1905 is not bad. The hallucination monster must have a lot of information that has not been revealed. But on the one hand, this room is too small and you can't do anything here. On the other hand, this floor is not peaceful. Although the elevator monster and the door-banging monster in 1913 are gone, there are still monsters in other rooms.
This room has been holding out for a long time, trying to trap Schiller, so Schiller has to be on guard. On the contrary, the restaurant controlled by Cobert is slightly safer. Even though Cobert may have been controlled, Colin is a scar in his heart. Schiller used Room 1905 to make him put an end to the matter, and used his feelings for his mother to make him eager to leave the hotel. The interests of the two are basically the same.
As long as the other party does not want to overturn the table and control Cobert, he is trustworthy for the time being. Then the restaurant will be a good stronghold, and Schiller's idea needs to be implemented here.
On the way back, their luck finally got better. The elevator was not pressed by others, and there were no monsters blocking the way, so they returned to the restaurant relatively smoothly.
As soon as he entered the restaurant, Schiller asked Cobblepot, "The hotel is now blocked, where do you throw the kitchen waste?"
"In the cold storage at the back," said Cobblepot. "There's really no place to throw it, so we can only freeze it temporarily. But luckily there's not too much, otherwise the restaurant would be flooded with garbage."
Schiller looked up at the ceiling, which was still covered with many vertebrae. He looked at Cobert and asked, "Where did you put the spines of those people?"
"That's just an illusion, but the bones of the ingredients are also frozen in the cold storage. What are you going to do?"
"Of course, we recycle and eliminate waste," Schiller said as he walked toward the cold storage.
The other three followed Schiller into the cold storage and found that there were indeed some kitchen waste piled there, but there were more unused food ingredients.
To be precise, very little can be used. As Schiller said before, the edible and delicious parts of humans are pitifully small. Even sharks can hardly eat them, let alone cook them.
Schiller instructed the other three people to sort the ingredients into different categories, roughly into torso, limbs and head. Then he found a cutter in the back kitchen, which was similar to a handheld electric saw, but more suitable for cutting meat than an electric saw. It was generally used to cut frozen meat, and now it came in handy.
After temporarily moving the frozen meat to a cold storage outside, Schiller announced his plan. He said, "Cut off all the meat and leave the bones. Remember, don't break the bones, especially the bones of the limbs. They are very important."
"Jerome, come out with me."
The other two went to work, and Jerome followed Schiller out of the cold storage. They came to the floor-to-ceiling window of the restaurant. Here, the same rule was followed, that is, as long as you looked to the side with your peripheral vision, you could see another hotel.
"How confident are you that you can use these two hotels as support and bones as raw materials to build a road to the top floor?"
Jerome's eyes widened immediately. Is this a method that a human could come up with? Satan is really praising you for being awesome.
But after all, he had no moral bottom line, so he thought about it seriously, shook his head and said, "If there are enough raw materials, it won't be difficult to build the simplest double triangle structure support, but there are two problems."
"You said."
Jerome liked such a straightforward client. He took the papers he had used to write answers and explained to Schiller while drawing. He said, "If there is only one side of the hotel, it will be very difficult because there is no way to construct it. But if we build a staircase between the two walls, it will be much simpler."
"But first and foremost, there aren't enough ingredients in the cold storage. Even if you remove all the bones, it won't work. But I also know that those are basically the few things in the hotel that can be moved. Chairs and chandeliers like these will disappear if thrown out of the window."
Apparently Jerome had tried it before, but unfortunately, not even the monsters could shake the hotel itself, so using these things from the hotel as raw materials was not feasible.
Of course, you can also stick something in the window like Schiller did, but there is really no such thing that is that long. If it sticks out of the window half a meter, it will hit the ceiling and it won't have much effect.
But there is an exception, and that is the guests. The hotel cannot protect the guests, so naturally it cannot control where a certain part of the guests is. In this case, it is feasible to use part of the guest's body to build stairs.
But unfortunately, the meat rotted too quickly. What Schiller wanted to build was not a one-time passage. What if he failed to defeat those monsters on the rooftop and had nowhere to escape? He would not do such a stupid thing.
Then bones were a good choice. On the one hand, human bones were relatively strong, and on the other hand, the restaurant had ready-made raw materials. Schiller guessed that it would not be enough, so he did not feel upset, but asked: "What about the second question?"
"There's nothing to hold it in place," Jerome said. "Unlike wood and stone, bones can't be used to make mortise and tenon joints. Maybe we can tie them with ropes, but we don't have any ropes right now. I'm not sure if curtains or something like that can make a window, so I don't think it's possible."
Jerome thought that Schiller's idea of using part of the guests' space to build stairs was amazing, but it was very difficult to implement because basically everything in the hotel could not be used outside the window, and the food in the hotel was processed and the tendons were basically broken, so it was useless.
Schiller suddenly stretched out his hand in front of Jerome, opened his hand, and Jerome found a few screws in his hand.
Jerome, who had also dismantled the house number plate, immediately recognized that this was the screw that nailed the house number plate. He looked at Schiller with some doubts. Schiller said, "I think this thing may be useful. Maybe you can try it."
"But this thing must also be in the hotel." Jerome stopped talking here. The rooms in the hotel are indeed magical. The location can be changed by changing the door number. That means that the screws that can fix the door number must also have their unique features and may not be ordinary screws.
"Then maybe the house number can be used, too," Jerome said, drawing inferences.
Schiller shook his head and said, "Rooms are an indispensable part of the hotel. We can't irritate the people behind them."
Jerome thought about it and felt that this was true. There was no need for them to anger the mastermind now because they were not strong enough and were not in the right. Everyone here had someone they cared about, but the monster did not.
Jerome decided to try Schiller's idea, but the problem of raw materials had not been solved. Schiller just sent a message to Peter, asking him to use his advantage of being able to move freely to measure the various data of the hotel, and then let Jerome draw the blueprint.
He walked to the door of the restaurant and took out a white candle and a red candle.
Jerome watched his actions and felt a little curious, so he asked: "What is the difference between these two candles?"
“It represents two different kinds of me.”
"what is the difference?"
"White is normal, red is sick."
"You're sicker than I thought."
"Thanks for the compliment."
Jerome saw him light a white candle and said, "Are you sure this so-called normalcy can handle it? It sounds like something more morbid."
But then Schiller lit another red candle.
When the two candles lit up at the same time, Jerome's brain froze for a moment.
While the candle was still burning, Schiller went to the back kitchen and borrowed the umbrella he had given to Cobert. Then he turned to Jerome and said, "I'm going to go out later. Keep an eye on the candle and don't say anything to me."
Jerome instinctively took a step back and nodded. You know, when that damn psychological anatomist came out before, Schiller only warned him that the other party had a bad temper. Now he is not even allowed to speak. What kind of person is this?
Jerome didn't know that Schiller paused for a moment, then turned to the kitchen, took out a large cart specially used for transporting goods, and pushed it out of the restaurant.
Twenty minutes later, Schiller came back and the cart was almost full. Jerome looked inside and saw many familiar faces.
The man lying on the far left had only a small portion of his upper body left, and his drooping cervical vertebrae seemed to have been entangled by something, but now, there was nothing left.
This is the occupant of room 1903.
Then, as expected, there was a head with completely shattered facial features and a body in a suit. This was the occupant of Room 1901.
Looking to the side, stacked on top of them was a seemingly ordinary corpse in sportswear, but his eyeballs were out of their sockets, lying quietly on his chest. There was also a person whose arms were separated from his body, and the place where they were separated was full of holes.
It looks like the 19th floor was destroyed.
Jerome was a little curious, but remembering Schiller's previous instructions, he resisted the urge to ask any questions. After Schiller made one trip, he went out again, and when he came back there was another car full of corpses.
After running back and forth for more than a dozen times, Jerome estimated that the bodies in the cold storage had piled up into a mountain. He also discovered that the umbrella in Schiller's hand became a little more transparent every time he came back, and in the end it had become a phantom.
He took a look at the design drawing he was almost done with, and when Schiller came in for the umpteenth time, he made an OK gesture to him from an angle where Schiller could see him.
Schiller blew out two candles.
"I watched him gradually return to normal," Jerome said. "Who is that guy? Why do I feel like he wants to kill me?"
"Your feeling is right. He is the best fighter among us." Schiller put away the candle and said, "You may be wondering how I got into the room without a door card..."
As he spoke, the black umbrella in his hand completely disappeared. He sighed and said, "I will give Cobert another one, but not the real one. That would be too terrible."
Jerome vaguely remembered that he had mentioned not to point the umbrella towards others, so he asked, "What's on the umbrella?"
"The fruit of your sweetheart's wisdom."
"...?"
"Oh, no." Schiller shook his head and said, "The umbrella is the cloak of your sweetheart."
Arrogant and sarcastic
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