Chapter 1929 U transcends major events (forty-six)
As soon as Schiller and Beiba walked out of the door of the consulting room, Beiba felt a cold wind blowing from the end of the corridor, blowing the broken hair on his forehead.
Beibao opened his eyes hard, then rubbed his eyes with his hands, took half a step forward, leaned his upper body forward, and looked at the end of the corridor.
He thought he had just been dazzled. Why did he vaguely see black hair blown by the wind at the end of the corridor after the wind blew over? Was there a woman standing there?
Just as Beibao was about to go out and take a closer look, he was grabbed by a hand. When he looked back, he found that it was Schiller.
Beibao's eyes fell on the hand that Schiller was holding on to. His eyes were obviously asking why you were holding me. Schiller shook his head slightly and said.
"I would like to emphasize to you again that there may be supernatural events in this hospital, so be mentally prepared..."
"I won't accept this trick." Beibat withdrew his arm and said, "Even if there are really ghosts in this world, I won't be afraid. All of this can be explained by science."
As he spoke, he walked to the center of the corridor and faced the window with a ghostly shadow. Sure enough, there was a black-haired woman with her hair blown by the wind.
Bei Bat saw that the female ghost in red clothes had a pale face and blood-red eyes. He hummed softly and walked towards the female ghost with firm steps.
"I'd like to see……"
The next second, Beibao froze.
Because he saw another familiar figure behind the female ghost.
"ah!"
"boom!"
The door of the consulting room was closed forcefully. Beibao leaned against the door with his hands behind his back, staring at Schiller who was not far away from him as if he had seen a ghost.
He glanced at Schiller, turned to look at the observation window of the door, and then looked back at Schiller.
Beibao rubbed his eyes vigorously.
"I told you there was a supernatural incident." Schiller looked at Beiba and said.
"But you didn't tell me that this ghost is you!!" Beibao almost roared, he said: "What's going on? Why are there two of you?!"
"Some accidents occurred." Schiller tilted his head and said, "Now you should be able to understand how I felt when I just found out that you were not sick."
These words made Bei Bat show a surprised expression. He squeezed one eye and asked, "Are all the Batmans you know sick?"
"It depends on whether your definition of Batman's illness is caused by his pathology or my emotions. For the latter, you should stop looking at me like you've seen a ghost. We need to think about it.
Think of ways to."
"But..." Beibao choked and sighed softly. He pointed at Schiller first, then outside the observation window, then at Schiller, and finally pointed at himself with his fingers together and spread his hands.
This series of actions already illustrates his attitude - now the monsters and players are you, what can I do?
"What did you just see me wearing?"
Schiller's question made Beiba even more surprised. He was about to ask what the connection was, but when he saw Schiller's serious eyes, he knew that the seemingly absurd incident in front of him was probably not a joke.
"Wait a minute, let me guess." Beiba stretched out a hand to stop what Schiller was going to say and said: "Some evil spirit has escaped from your body, and you can't control it."
Schiller nodded, then shook his head.
Beiba showed a puzzled expression, and Schiller looked at him and said: "'a' is not very accurate."
Beibao's eyes widened.
"The idea of evil spirits is interesting, but it is not accurate." Schiller shook his head slightly, raised his eyes and looked outside the observation window and said: "You should have thought of it, now we are in a special situation.
In a dream."
"The problem is that patients with dissociative identity disorder have independent identities in their dreams, and some of my personality took this opportunity to escape."
"But the owner of this dream is not me, but most likely the murderer in this level, so the current state of the morbid personality is very strange. They don't seem to be entities, or even ghosts, but a kind of can only
A spirit reflected by a reflective object.”
Schiller looked outside the observation window again and said: "But this is not good news. It seems that the morbid personality of the spirit can affect the entity and the ghost in this dream at the same time, achieving a simultaneous killing."
"Wait a minute." Beiba interrupted Schiller. He frowned and put his ear to the door panel, then looked at Schiller and said, "Did you hear anything?"
Schiller kept quiet and did not answer. Beiba listened carefully. It was a low "woo-woo" sound that seemed to come from the corridor.
As soon as Beibao opened the door, there was another gust of cold wind, but when he stared at the window after the ghost disappeared, he found that the window was closed.
Bei Bat frowned, as if he had thought of something. He said: "If this is a dream, our bodies should still be in the car, then what we see and hear in the dream is really
Does it only exist in dreams?"
Suddenly, a cold light flashed in front of Beibao's eyes. He felt a hand grab his arm and pull him back violently. The door was closed with a "bang" and Beibao fell to the ground.
The person who pulled him back was Schiller, and the cold light that just flew past his eyes was now diagonally inserted on the opposite wall. Beiba, who stood up through the observation window, could see that it was a sharp weapon.
pieces of glass.
"What color clothes did you just see me wearing?!" Schiller asked the question again, the seriousness in his tone reaching the point of urgency.
"Black, it's black."
"Oops."
After the words fell, Schiller quickly walked to the window of the consulting room. He clicked the lock on the window, and sure enough, it didn't move at all. Looking out the window, the originally normal scenery was all shrouded in a hazy mist. If you look closely,
If so, it will twist into ripples and vortexes.
The fact that this is a dream does not need to be supported by the scenery outside the window. It is just that the way out of the hospital building is blocked. If you want to leave the room, you can only go back to the corridor.
"I don't understand." Bei Bat spread his hands and said, "Aren't you the same person? You..."
"Wow!"
The glass shards of the observation window of the door passed by Bei Bat's eyes with colorful light, and what was reflected on the smooth surface was a man wearing a black shirt.
It looked like Schiller, but it wasn't him. He didn't wear glasses, and the gray eyes revealed were only as bloodthirsty and cruel as a hunter's.
"That's hunting." Schiller said as he walked quickly to the door: "We have to get out of here quickly and find a safe place. I will explain to you again."
After saying that, he pushed away Beiba who was standing by the door, reached out and turned the door handle, but after the click of the door lock, he did not open the door immediately.
The next second, there was a "boom", and the ceiling in front of the door crashed down. Schiller's expression remained unchanged, he pushed the door open a crack, kicked away the plaster fragments blocking the door, and pushed the door open.
Went out.
Beibao followed him, constantly feeling the cold wind coming from behind him, and the thoughtful look on his face became more and more intense.
Just as another gust of cold wind passed by his side, Beibao shuddered and suddenly realized.
He quickened his pace and was almost shoulder to shoulder with Schiller who was walking in front. He said, "We should really find a safe place. I also have some speculations to tell you."
"We can't stay on this floor. Let's go upstairs." Schiller raised his head and glanced at the roof and said, "If I'm not wrong, it will be relatively safe up there."
"Without your spiritual personality?"
"She has a relatively safe personality."
The two of them quickly walked into the stairwell. As soon as they stepped on the two steps, Beibao looked up and saw a long-haired female ghost lying on the railing above.
The expression on Beibao's face froze slightly, but the next second he was completely stunned, because the female ghost was not trying to scare people by maintaining this posture, she seemed to have fallen here from somewhere.
This was a heavy fall for the female ghost. Bei Bat found that the female ghost's head was directly stuck in the corner of the handrail. In other words, it was not the female ghost who wanted to stare at the two people in this scary posture, but
She was stuck and could only maintain this position.
Bei Ba paused and asked, "What should we do now?"
"Are you often embarrassed for others?"
"Sometimes, but not often."
"I can't, so we just walked over."
After speaking, Schiller quickly walked up the stairs, then walked past the female ghost and came upstairs.
Beibao wasn't too scared when he walked up, but it was really embarrassing.
Because the female ghost's posture is quite scary when viewed from downstairs, with two blood-red eyes shining in her hanging black hair. But when she walks up and looks at her from the side, she is bent over, lowering her head and stretching her neck, a bit like
He is a retarded person who licks the iron railings in winter, looking like he is not too smart.
Bei Bat also quickly quickened his pace and walked past the female ghost quickly. Then he stopped Schiller in front and said, "Didn't you say that the upper floor would be safer? Then what happened to her?"
Schiller turned back and glanced at the female ghost. The female ghost was still glaring at the two of them with her big red eyes. Unfortunately, she couldn't move her head and could only move her eyeballs. It couldn't be said that her face was scary, it could only be said to be slightly scary.
funny.
But Schiller's expression did not soften at all because of this scene. He said: "She fell from a higher place, which just shows that the floor above is not very dangerous."
The two walked to the corridor on the upper floor as quickly as possible, then found the nearest room, walked in and closed the door, but did not lock it.
This happened to be an office. Schiller picked up a piece of paper on the table as quickly as possible, stuck the top edge into the gap between the door observation window glass and the door panel, and covered the observation window.
Then he started to draw the curtains again.
Bei Bat found another piece of paper and wrote and drew on it, seemingly sorting out his thoughts. When the two sat down on both sides of the table at the same time, they spoke almost at the same time.
"Speak first," Schiller said.
"No, I may need some time to sort out my thoughts, so you should talk first."
"What I want to say is bad news." Schiller also took a piece of paper and briefly drew the structure of his thinking tower and abyss for Beibat. Regardless of Beibat's eyes that were listening to heaven, he was in the abyss.
I sketched it and said.
"My pathology does not have as clear dividing lines as normal personality traits. It can even be said that they are a complete trait, but the premise is that they have to stay in my subconscious."
"The morbid collection is like a sophisticated machine, with engines, levers, gears, bearings, etc. It is not completely crazy, but rather cleverly balanced."
"But once they are broken up and become independent, some of the extremely aggressive personalities can become very dangerous."
Schiller looked up at Beibat and said: "As far as I know, there are at least four such evil spirits in this building now, namely hunting, art, gluttony and abuse."