PFC Chapter 2785 Phantom Chamber (1)
Chapter 2785 Phantom Chamber (1)
Chapter 2785 Phantom Chamber (XI)
Schiller was very clear that the events in Cthulhu's mythology system were somewhat different from those of superheroes. They often took a long time to lay the groundwork before the real disaster revealed its true face.
Schiller had previously felt that the hotel fit this situation very well. It was very peaceful at the beginning, then all kinds of strange situations gradually occurred, and then it turned into a disaster that affected the entire city.
But if the time point he is in is the past and Peter is in the future, the situation would be weirder than he could imagine.
Because it is very obvious that the hotel where he is staying is full of abnormal phenomena, the 19th floor where he can't come down once he goes up, the elevator ringing in the middle of the night, and the neighbors are obviously not in a good condition. No matter how you look at it, this must be the result of the outbreak of strange events.
On the contrary, Peter's side was very peaceful. He checked into the hotel very smoothly and could move around freely in the hotel. His neighbors were all normal and they could communicate with each other. He had enough basic survival supplies and no supernatural incidents occurred.
But assuming that things had already become like this at Schiller's time, then what about the peaceful situation at Peter's time?
It would be fine if the time gap between the two people was very large, that is, they were from two completely different eras, but the short man living in Room 1903 in both hotels was obviously the same person. His voice and appearance did not seem to have changed much, which means that the time span could not have been several decades, and the change must have occurred within a year.
This means that it is impossible for a supernatural phenomenon to destroy an entire town, and for people to forget about it and start all over again.
Obviously, it is impossible that the supernatural broke out during Schiller's time period and healed itself without any medicine, and suddenly it got better on its own, and then it became very peaceful at Peter's time.
Then there is only one possibility left. The supernatural phenomena have been continuing to worsen. The hotel where Schiller is located is actually before the worsening, while the hotel where Peter is located is after the worsening. All the peaceful scenes are just disguises, and unimaginable horrors are hidden deeper.
Jerome's appearance at Peter's place was also a piece of evidence. According to Schiller's understanding, this investigator was able to chase little Bruce up and down. If there was really no problem with the hotel where Peter was, he would not have appeared there. On the contrary, his appearance proved that the problems of this hotel were so big that they were unimaginable.
Schiller felt sad about Peter's bad luck in his heart. Just when he wanted to use the communication to remind Peter, he found that the scene in the room began to change and a person gradually appeared.
She was a beautiful and plump blonde woman. She stood in the middle of the room with her back to the window. The messy living room suddenly disappeared, replaced by a luxuriously decorated guest room.
Schiller felt that the figure was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while, so he didn't move, leaning on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, ready to watch the show.
The woman was touching up her makeup with lipstick. After a while, she tidied her hair and finally turned around. She looked at Schiller who was sitting on the sofa outside the window and said, "Why are you still sitting there? Didn't you say you wanted to chat?"
Schiller narrowed his eyes slightly. What was this? A honey trap?
No, that's not right. This woman looked familiar. She should be someone Schiller had seen before. Just when Schiller was trying to remember who she was, the woman walked to the window, looked at Schiller with a smile and said, "It seems that you have forgotten me. Do you remember? We had a romantic date..."
When the word "date" came out, Schiller seemed to think of something. He did know this woman. She was a socialite he met at a banquet when he was studying in the United States in his previous life.
If the martial arts scenes are not good enough, are you planning to do some literary scenes? Schiller thought with interest.
He was not surprised that some being in this room could read his memory. The Cthulhu mythology system was an expert in playing with memory, knowledge and emotions. It would be strange if they could not do this.
Schiller even felt that this was not an illusion created by any magical energy, but because his brain waves were interfered with. The illusion that only appeared in front of his eyes was equivalent to putting a film on his eyeballs.
Sure enough, the memories related to this woman gradually emerged in my mind, and the room turned into a bedroom.
Schiller found it somewhat amusing that the room seemed to be trying very hard to find moments of emotional fluctuations in him.
It stands to reason that the memory of a first date with your loved one would be a good place to reminisce about the past.
But Schiller never made sense.
As his memories surged and his thoughts flashed through his mind, the white body lying on the bed had turned into a bright red, jumping fish, and the smell of blood was so strong that it seemed to burst the room.
With a whoosh, the illusion disappeared.
The room darkened, becoming gray and cold. A serious professor with gray hair was sitting at his desk reading a book. He pushed up his glasses, looked at Schiller outside the window and said, "Long time no see. How are you doing recently? Have you published any new papers?"
"Long time no see, professor." Schiller said as if he was really greeting him. "I really haven't had any outstanding research results recently."
He began to recall the professor's face again. When he tried to retrieve this face from his memory, countless memories about the old professor were also turned up at the same time.
The room turned blood red again.
The shadowless lamp was suddenly turned on, and the room gradually turned into an operating room. A bed was pushed in, and a pale little boy was lying on the bed. The nurse shouted to Schiller anxiously: "Doctor! Surgeon! What are you still standing there for? The patient's operation is about to begin..."
Schiller flipped through his memory again, and suddenly there were two operating tables in the room, one with a man with his stomach ripped open lying on it, and the other with a woman lying with her eyes open in death.
The scene in the operating room began to fade away, but no new hallucination scenes appeared, and the room seemed to be stuck.
Schiller laughed and said, "You want to find some good memories to lure me back? You can try to look through them again. I remember there were a few times when they didn't turn into murders."
The phantom in the room began to change again. When this scene appeared, Schiller felt very familiar. It was the prayer room where he often stayed in his previous life. An old priest opened the door and walked in.
"You came early today," he said.
"Because I have something to do." Schiller replied habitually: "You can go back and rest. I will help you entertain other believers."
Then the scene jumped to the back garden of the church. In front of the rusty flower pavilion, the soil was piled up high, and a big pit appeared in the middle of the room, where a body that had just died lay.
Schiller leaned back on the sofa and said, "Those were really carefree days that I miss so much."
The body began to move.
"Are you finally going to haunt someone?" Schiller seemed to be talking to himself, and no one in the room answered him.
"Why do you want to kill me?" The old priest, whose face was covered with corpse spots, stood up and looked at Schiller outside the window and asked, "I am not your enemy, and I have never blocked your way."
"Yes, you even took good care of me." Schiller nodded, looked at the corpse and said, "Do you want me to feel guilty?"
"Shouldn't you feel guilty?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "You told the believers the wrong truth. I am just preventing you from spreading the fallacy more widely."
"You are a demon."
"And the angel you longed for didn't come to save you." Schiller said, "You are the first priest I know. Your death is not meaningless, but it gave me a good start."
"You killed an innocent me."
"It was God who killed you because God did not save you." Schiller looked at him calmly and said, "Have you ever resented God?"
It seems like the other party is stuck again.
The fantasy in the room disappeared in an instant, and it returned to its messy state. Schiller compared these memories and found that they seemed to be played in order from back to front.
There were many corpses in the room, most of them were no longer in human form, standing in a row in the messy living room.
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"Why do you want to kill me?"
"Why do you want to……"
"Why are you……"
They repeated the same words together, moving closer to the window and reaching out their hands through the broken window, as if they wanted to pull Schiller back. However, the distance was obviously not enough, and the phantom seemed unable to affect the area outside the window.
"It was God who killed you," Schiller replied, "because he did not come to save you when you were struggling in pain. No matter how pious you were and how much you had paid for your faith, the Almighty God did not appear when you died tragically."
"It's you……"
"It's you……"
"It's you……"
Schiller glanced at his watch. It was 11:00 p.m. He said, "I guess you have to stop before 'it' comes. You still have an hour. If you still want to continue to be a repeater here, I won't stop you."
The corpses stopped moving and just stood there blankly by the window, but because most of them were no longer in human form to the point where the uncanny valley effect could not even be awakened, they did not look very scary.
Schiller looked up and down at the bodies with nostalgia, and the unique memory was the pillar that constituted each personality trait.
Apparently, he had a hand in the bodies becoming what they were, but that was a long time ago.
As the memories continued to surge, the gentle expression belonging to "Schiller" reflected in the glass disappeared.
Instead, there were brows and eyes as sharp as knives on that strange face.
These sudden appearances of “old friends” reminded him of his youth.
The young Schiller was like a vast wind, which came with a mighty force and went away with a blanket of ice and snow, lonely, proud, cold and unstoppable.
The layers of stubborn illness beneath the earth's veins were turned upside down, and he used the black blood flowing in the deepest evil arteries to forge himself into a sharp and powerful sword.
On that face, there is three parts murderous intent and three parts chivalry. Even though it is ruthless, it is still moving.