Chapter 1944 U transcends major events (sixty-one)
This time the bus drove for an extra long time, perhaps to give a few people some time to rest. There were no uneven roads on the way, the bus was very stable, and several people on the bus were also drowsy.
If you are a normal person, after experiencing the previous dream event, you will definitely not be able to sleep well at this time. This feeling of being sleepy but unable to sleep is the most tortured.
But the four people in the car had no similar worries at all. They closed their eyes and began to take a nap. However, none of them really needed sleep to replenish their energy. After their physical strength was almost restored, the four people woke up one after another.
Batman and Natasha haven't changed much, but Batman and Schiller are a little different.
Beiba seemed to have relaxed a lot. He was still wearing the light-colored suit he got from the Nehlet Manor. He took off the jacket of the suit, loosened the collar of his shirt, moved his somewhat stiff neck, and let out a long sigh.
One breath.
Natasha, who was sitting in the row in front of him, turned around, put her chin on the back of the chair, raised her eyebrows and said, "Not bad, huh?"
"I haven't been in such a good state for a long time." Beiba raised one corner of his mouth and winked at Natasha, obviously hinting at something.
Natasha immediately showed a bright smile. The female agent pursed her lips and waved to Beibat. The two of them sat in the seats in the row next to them, where they muttered without knowing what to say.
After Schiller woke up, Batman realized something was wrong, so he came over and sat next to Schiller, then turned to look at him and tentatively shouted: "Greed?"
Schiller yawned, nodded, reached out and tugged on the collar of his shirt that was a little too buttoned, sighed and said, "I said I won't come up if I don't want to. You have to let me come up."
"What happened to them?" Batman asked, referring to Schiller's other personality traits.
"It's nothing, but the commotion was too big, and it was all locked up by the superego." Schiller sighed again and said, "I don't think I really fit in here. I'm just a psychiatrist."
"I hope."
Schiller looked at Batman with wide eyes and said, "What do you mean? I'm not one of those mentally ill people in Gotham. I'm a normal, skilled psychiatrist with reasonable fees."
"Three hundred million dollars in consultation fees every quarter?"
"Why did he even tell you this?" Schiller complained: "When are you two going to church?"
After saying that, he seemed to be unable to sit still. He stood up from the chair and walked to the aisle between the seats. He looked left and right, tapping the back of the seat with his knuckles, and looking up.
Looking at the skylight, it feels like visiting a vegetable market.
Just when he was about to shake the seat with his hand, he seemed to suddenly hear something and said to the air: "Okay, okay, let's play the game according to the rules, okay?"
Schiller walked back to the seat uninterestedly and sat down, but before he sat down for half a minute, he pointed in front of him and looked at Batman and said, "Is there anyone in the driver's seat?"
"It didn't happen before."
Schiller stood up again, holding on to the handrail and walked to the front of the bus. Looking to the side, he found that there was no one in the driver's seat of the bus.
The driver's seat of the bus is an independent space with a metal wall in the middle and a small door, which seems to be just enough for an adult to enter and exit.
Above the door are vertical railings, below are thick iron plates, and the door is made of transparent wire mesh. There is a huge lock hanging on the door, with a circle of diamond-shaped marks painted on the lock.
Batman and the others had already checked this lock before. Only 4 of the 10 diamonds on the lock were lit up at this time. This means that they have successfully passed four levels, and it seems that to open this lock, they must
Complete all 10 levels of the game.
Schiller knelt down and picked up the lock. He looked into the keyhole and found that the keyhole was not blocked and had a normal structure inside.
However, the material of the lock body is very strange. It is not ordinary metal. It is very light but very strong. All the metal structures on the bus are like this, and it does not seem to be able to be cracked by violence.
It seems that there are two ways to end the game, either to complete 10 rounds of the game, or to find the key to the lock.
But there is another question. After opening the driver's seat of the bus, where do you drive the bus to end the game?
At this time, the remaining three people gathered around, squatting, sitting or standing at the door of the driver's seat. Schiller shook the lock with his hand and said, "Have you ever seen that movie that is composed of many short stories?
Horror movie?”
"Deadly tape?" Natasha gave an example. She said: "The basic plot is that an organization came to a certain place to search and found a bunch of video tapes, each of which is a horrifying mockumentary.
"
"Yes, but this type of film has one thing in common, that is, there is a main thread that connects all the stories."
"For example, in the story of the fatal videotape, the videotape is the carrier of the horror story. Each videotape represents a horror story, and the continuous discovery of the videotape and the revelation of the origin and meaning of the videotape are the main story."
Schiller stood up, patted the driver's door next to him and said: "Obviously this bus is equivalent to the video tape in the fatal video tape. He leads us to one horror story after another, and to trace the secret of this bus, obviously
This is our main story."
Natasha crossed her arms and tapped her toes lightly, and said: "Yes, in this type of horror film composed of short stories, many horror stories are connected, or the supporting characters and passers-by in the previous story are the next.
The protagonist of a story.”
"The person who caused this series of stories to happen is naturally the mastermind behind the main story. The protagonist and supporting characters will more or less interact with him."
"It seems like we should gather clues in the first few stories," Schiller said.
And as soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of several other people fell on him, and their eyes were not very friendly. They probably meant, who is the reason why we failed to collect clues carefully?
Schiller coughed twice in embarrassment. At this time, Natasha also saw a familiar feeling from Schiller's expression. She tried to shout: "Doctor."
Schiller smiled at her, and Natasha let out a sigh of relief as if she suddenly collapsed. She walked up to hug Schiller, patted him on the back and said, "Long time no see, doctor."
"It's been a long time indeed. You're about to undergo your next psychological evaluation."
"I know it won't be that long."
Baybat turned to look at Batman. He had vaguely heard the conversation between Batman and Schiller before, and then he realized that he seemed to be the only one in the car who didn't recognize him. It might be Schiller's new personality.
Schiller leaned against the driver's door, smiled at Beiba and said, "Nice to meet you. Actually, I am Dr. Schiller."
"You look like a cosmopolitan."
"That's right."
Schiller yawned again. He turned to look at the almost unchanged scenery outside the car window. He was about to say something when a sudden change occurred.
"boom!!!"
Violent explosions, tumbling and fire, everyone's eyes went dark.
Schiller did not feel pain, but his consciousness did briefly fragment, manifesting as blackness in front of his eyes.
Although the fragmentation was short-lived, the recovery process was a bit long, just like waking up from a coma. Schiller regained consciousness, but he had not yet regained consciousness.
Gradually, he felt that he was lying on the cold ground. He thought, what a catastrophic scene.
Soon, Schiller found that he could hear sounds. He heard some "sizzling" sounds of electricity above him, and then a hazy light appeared in his sight, which seemed to be hanging from his head.
Light bulb overhead.
Then he found that he could lift his arms, but the dizziness was still very severe, so Schiller lay on the ground without moving until he could feel his complete body.
By this time, Schiller's vision had completely recovered, and the halo he saw was indeed a lamp hanging from the ceiling.
His palms felt that he was lying on the cement floor. There were no tiles or floors. The ground was a little damp, so it was particularly cold.
Schiller sat up at an extremely slow speed, turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound of electric current was coming from. Sure enough, there was a large-head TV in the corner above the room, which was constantly playing snowflakes, and the sound of sizzling was.
Came from TV.
"What the hell? Don't tell me that a little puppet will come out later and want to play a game with me. Plagiarism is too bad."
Schiller muttered, stood up, shook his neck, and rubbed his waist. He found that there was no pain anywhere, but his head was a little dizzy. He sighed and said, "Why did I get so excited as soon as I came up?"
?Is this being kidnapped?”
The snowflakes on the TV flickered twice, and the frequency of the beeping sound also changed. Schiller turned to look again. After the screen flashed a few times, a figure appeared on the screen.
That is indeed not a puppet, that is a rag doll.
Schiller put one hand on his hip and stretched out a finger on the other hand and said: "If you dare to say, 'I want to play a game with you'..."
"You have to play a game with me."
Schiller slapped him on the forehead.
Schiller let out a long breath and looked at the TV helplessly. The doll was a little girl. Her skin was light brown linen, her hair was braided with dark brown wool, and her eyes were slit.
There are two buttons on it, and the mouth is a seam, but if you can really open your mouth, the inside of the mouth is made of red cotton.
"Schiller, you are a psychiatrist..."
"You are mistaken, I am a psychology professor."
"Schiller, you are a psychiatrist..."
"Ragdoll, you are a repeater."
"Schiller, you are a psychiatrist..."
"Okay, okay, I am, please go on."
"Schiller, you are a psychiatrist. You listen to the troubles of countless people, but the results of treatment are closely related to the cost. You don't care about their pain, you only care about the money you gain."
"That's true."
The doll paused briefly.
"You have had countless opportunities to save other people's lives, but because they were no longer able to provide you with the material conditions you wanted, you cruelly rejected them."
"Don't make it sound like there is really someone in this world who can provide me with the material conditions I want."
Ragdoll paused again.
It seems that its original lines should be quite long, but for some reason, it did not continue, but said, "The password to open the door is in the heart of the human heart. You must use your superb psychological skills to know them."
Secret, what choice will you make this time?"
There was a "click" sound, and a phone fell from the ceiling, with a plug-in phone cord. There was another slight "click" sound, and Schiller saw a small secret door open under the wall behind him.
There is a socket inside the door.
As soon as he connected the phone line, the phone rang rapidly. Schiller picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"
