After knowing that the hotel where Peter was staying might be more dangerous, Schiller didn't want him to explore anymore, because he might not be able to see the many dangers under the calm surface and would relax his vigilance too easily.
Schiller guessed that since the two ordinary people in rooms 1901 and 1903 could persist for so long without being completely assimilated, there might also be such people in rooms 1907 and 1909. As long as they are rational and able to communicate, the time they stay
If you are longer than yourself, you will definitely be able to provide more important information.
When it was almost 1 o'clock in the morning, Schiller left the room with a flashlight. He did not intend to wait until the next morning, because in a place like this, there is no difference between day and night. These monsters in the Cthulhu mythology system can
Not afraid of light.
Schiller opened the door gently. The corridor was dark. The mysterious entity that made the noise of the elevator was gone. Schiller held a flashlight in one hand and an unlit white candle in the other hand, running as fast as possible.
We arrived at the door of room 1907.
He did not knock on the door, but took a note and wrote a few words, stuffed it through the crack in the door, made some rustling noises, and then patiently waited for the other party's response.
He guessed that there was someone in this door for no specific reason, just intuition, but sometimes, magic just needs some inspiration and intuition.
Sure enough, soon, Schiller heard some noises behind the door, and another note was handed back, using the hotel's note on the bedside, which read, "Whoever you are, get out of here as soon as possible.
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"I'm trapped." Schiller replied: "I can't leave the 19th floor now. Is there anything you can do?"
"Follow it, you only have one chance."
Schiller immediately realized that in addition to the sound of the alarm clock in each room, the elevator would ring one more time, which proved that the mysterious being probably also came up through the elevator and that it had a way to use the elevator.
Since it can use the elevator, Schiller can follow it into the elevator and go to other floors. But the only question is, can this thing really be in close contact?
Schiller did not completely trust the people in Room 1907, because he might have had the same mutation as the people in Room 1903, and he was just lying to harm others.
"Who are you?" Schiller asked a key question.
Another piece of paper was quickly handed out, and the name written on it made Schiller's eyes widen in shock. "I am James Gordon" was written very hard on the note.
This font seems to be full of resentment, the strokes are very forceful, and it can be seen that the opponent's hands are shaking a little. If he is really James Gordon, he must be in bad condition now.
Just as Schiller was about to reply to him, another piece of paper was handed out. Just as Schiller was about to reach for it, he saw by the light of the flashlight that the note was wet.
Another note was sent out, still saying "I am James Gordon!!", followed by the second, third, fourth, and countless notes were frantically passed through the door.
He handed it out, and it was written all over it in a very resentful handwriting: "I am James Gordon!!!!"
Gordon was indeed in trouble. Schiller narrowed his eyes slightly. Notes were still being stuffed out, but some of the notes were stained with water.
Schiller did not touch any of them.
Suddenly, the sticky notes stopped appearing. After a pause of about ten seconds, the last piece of paper appeared in front of Schiller's eyes, with "Help me open the door" written in blood-red fonts on it.
"Listen, Gordon, I know you still have sense, at least part of you still has it. Please give me the door card right now, and I will open the door and save you."
"I know you don't trust me, but whether you open the door or not, you are bound to die. If your body can be left outside, it can at least give some warning to those who come after you, or let the thing in the corridor kill you.
You, prevent the spread of pollution."
Schiller spoke quickly, knowing that this was the last chance to save Gordon. Whether the detective could survive today depended on whether his remaining sanity could control him from handing out the key card.
Schiller believes that as Gotham's last conscience, he can do it.
With a click, the door card fell to the ground, but it was not handed out from the crack of the door. Schiller could already see the threshold by the light of the flashlight, but the other party seemed to be unable to bend down.
Schiller took out his pocket knife. He tried his best to put the knife in, and the tip of the knife touched the edge of the threshold, but it was still a little short of the edge. It was impossible to use force now.
Suddenly a foot at the door moved, and Gordon kicked the door card out with his right foot. The next second Schiller got the door card, he pressed the door card against the door without any pause, and used all his strength to knock the door open.
, with a bang, a black shadow was knocked away and fell heavily to the ground.
Schiller did not rashly shine a flashlight on him, but turned on the lights in the room as quickly as possible. Only then did he have time to look at Gordon - only one third of Gordon's neck was still attached to his body.
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The broken third section had many egg-like things growing on it, as if densely packed black plastic balls were embedded in the flesh. Just looking at it, Schiller felt like he had been hit hard and his eyes hurt.
It felt like it was about to jump out of my eyes.
Although his sanity value will not be reduced, he is still not completely immune to this forced mental attack. Schiller leaned back suddenly and hit the wall directly.
At this time, Gordon had already stood up. He seemed to want to attack Schiller, but he seemed to be pulled by something. He stood there and kept shaking, and his neck was about to be broken.
Schiller ignored the bruised forehead. He rushed to Gordon's side as quickly as possible, held him down, and inserted a knife into his neck.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
The screams Gordon made didn't look like a human being at all, they were more like the screams of a terrifying baby.
But Schiller's hand didn't stop at all. After inserting the knife, he dug out one of the black eggs with force, threw it to the side, and with a crack, the semi-soft shell shattered,
A mollusk that looked like a slug fell to the floor and rolled around trying to get closer to Schiller.
Schiller had no time to care about it now. After stomping it to pieces, he returned to Gordon's side. However, the other black eggs buried in the flesh seemed to be stimulated and had begun to hatch. The slugs half as thick as a palm began to hatch.
Drilling crazily into Gordon's body.
"Ah! Ahhhhh!!!"
Now it was Gordon who was screaming.
Schiller tried to pick out the worm with a knife, but a worm got into Gordon's stomach along the esophagus, seeming to eat his internal organs. Schiller quickly stood up and opened the bedroom door. Sure enough, there was a worm in Gordon's stomach.
A bottle of red wine was found on the bedside table.
He picked up the red wine, smashed the neck of the bottle, opened Gordon's mouth and poured it into his stomach. Gordon twitched and rolled forward, and finally lay on the ground and vomited hard, and he vomited out the slug.
Schiller did not pause immediately, but took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out a small handful of medicine, and stuffed it all into Gordon's mouth. It was a highly concentrated painkiller.
Then he took out the needle and thread from the inner pocket of the windbreaker. Of course, it was not special for surgery, it was just ordinary needle and thread. But now he didn't care about so much. Schiller straightened the position of Gordon's neck and started suturing.
Theoretically speaking, if his neck is broken like this, it is definitely impossible to save it, but after all, Gordon should have been contaminated. The vitality of the contaminated monster must be stronger than other people. Now we only need to stop the bleeding and seal the wound.
Once the sutures are done and Gordon's consciousness takes over, there's still hope to be saved.
After the eggs and slugs were removed from the body, Gordon reluctantly became quiet, and his eyes turned to Schiller, as if to observe who he was.
Schiller sewed Gordon's neck up very roughly, and was very careful not to get any blood on anything except his hands, and then rinsed his hands clean with the remaining red wine.
The painkillers took effect quickly, and Gordon's vitality did become stronger. He could even stand up slowly, then touched his neck, took a long breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "No matter you
Who is it? Thank you, you saved my life."
Schiller shook off the red wine in his hand. He looked at the young face of James Gordon and shook his head helplessly. If Gordon were in full form, he would be a really good teammate, but unfortunately, everyone in this universe is young.
, the Gordon in front of him looks like he is only in his 20s, a complete new recruit.
"Tell me what's going on here." Schiller walked over and closed the door, and then said, "I just came here yesterday and live in 1905."
Gordon looked a little pale. He sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and slowly recounted his horrific experience here.
"I didn't come much earlier than you. Three days ago, I received a message from Bruce Wayne. He said that he ran into some trouble at the Wayne Hotel and asked me to help him."
"I heard that he was in trouble in his hotel, didn't you suspect it?" Schiller had to ask, because the loophole was so obvious.
But Gordon looked at Schiller in a strange way and said, "You are not a local, are you? In recent years, it is not surprising for Gothamites to encounter trouble anywhere, even in their own bathtub."
Schiller then remembered that Bruce had used the power of the evil god to clear out the extremely evil curse in Gotham. He had eliminated many people who were deeply contaminated, and the power of the evil god had already polluted the city.
I'm afraid that for a long time, the people of Gotham have been living with these horrors.
"I know it's that kind of thing." Gordon said as expected: "It's the kind of thing we often encounter recently. It's very dangerous and terrifying, and Bruce Wayne must not have anything happen to him. That was the case at Falcone Manor.
The First World War has already cost us too much."
"Falcone Manor?"
"Yes, it was completely contaminated. Maroni killed Falcone and turned it into a lump of flesh more than ten meters high. He killed many people in the police station. In the end, Bruce and I worked together to project
It took one large fire bomb to kill him."
Schiller nodded to express his understanding, and Gordon did not want to talk more about the past glory. He said: "I realized that Bruce was in trouble, and I rushed here as fast as possible, but it was already too late."
"When I went upstairs, I felt something was wrong because I felt that the elevator was a little too humid, but I was eager to save people and rushed into room 1907 as quickly as possible."
"You didn't find Bruce."
"He's not here at all." Gordon looked a little confused and said, "I don't think Bruce would lie to me."
"But the evil god may not necessarily." Schiller said very bluntly: "Something must have deceived you."
"Yes, but when I knew it it was already too late."
"How did you become contaminated?"
"Actually, I don't know either." Gordon also expressed confusion. He said: "When I found out that Bruce was not here, I realized that I might have been trapped, but when I wanted to leave, I found that the elevator no longer worked.
, so I could only spend some time looking for a way out of here.”
"But during this process, I felt that my neck was getting more and more uncomfortable and always tilted to one side."
"It wasn't until this morning when I looked in the mirror that I suddenly realized that my neck was broken, and it was broken on the first day I came here."