Chapter 2841 The Forbidden Zone of Strange Demons (11)
Chapter 2815 The Forbidden Zone of Strange Demons (11)
The two people slowly approached this magnificent building. They thought it would be a little difficult to get in because there were city walls and artillery, and they obviously didn't want them to get in so easily.
But what I didn't expect was that although there were artillery, no one was operating it. Although the city wall was high, there was no one to guard it. It was still very easy to find loopholes.
Schiller always felt that there should have been guards here originally, because the style of the city wall was obviously designed to have a place for guards to stand guard. If there were no guards in the first place, it would not be designed like this. So where were the guards?
Schiller and Gordon found the side door of the castle. The side door was closed, but not too tightly. Schiller could almost put his hand in and feel the lock inside.
Although it looks like a medieval castle, the lock is still in a modern style, which looks a bit weird, but it gives Schiller an opportunity because he can pick locks.
The tools were not difficult to find. Although the things in the hotel could not be taken out, Schiller brought his own briefcase. He did not have a professional lock picking tool, but there was a bunch of keys inside. Schiller removed the key's ring and straightened it.
Treating it as a wire, the lock was quickly picked open.
The two pushed open the side door, and it was quiet inside. The front yard still looked like Wayne Manor, but Schiller soon discovered something was wrong in the trees near the city wall.
They walked over quietly and found a man lying on the ground. He had been stabbed in the chest and was already dead.
The strangest thing was that he was wearing something that looked like medieval armor, but it was not very complete.
Schiller is quite knowledgeable about the history of the European Middle Ages. Many of the patterns on this armor are too vague, the style is lacking in east and west, and the way of wearing it is not right. What is even more outrageous is that underneath the armor is a suit.
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Schiller took off the armor and found that the suit the man was wearing was of great value and fit the status of the Wayne Hotel's residents.
Sure enough, there were guards, but I didn't know who had been killed. Schiller looked around and found some figures lying in the grass in front of him. They should all be guards who had been killed like this man.
Schiller looked up again at the small door inside the city wall. It was obvious that this was where these guards originally stayed, but for some reason someone slipped in and dragged them out from the inside to kill them.
Schiller looked at the knife wound on the guard's chest thoughtfully.
He turned around and found Gordon staring at the main building of Wayne Manor. He walked over and found nothing unusual.
The two of them stepped towards the interior of the manor.
They had just walked through the woods and were about to reach the main entrance of the manor when a black shadow suddenly rushed over. Schiller immediately dodged to the side. When he turned around, he saw a pair of scarlet eyes.
It was a big dog about as tall as a man.
It is more like a monster than a dog, because there are many tentacles sticking out from its neck, and the tentacles are covered with eyes, but the dog's eyeballs are missing, and the fangs in its mouth have turned into small granules.
But just because it has no teeth, Schiller thinks it is easier to deal with. It might as well be a beast with sharp teeth that pounces on it. Schiller is very sure that whether it is in its mouth or on its neck,
The tentacles will burrow in whenever they touch the skin, because this thing looks exactly like the thing in Gordon's neck.
Bang!
Gordon fired a shot, hitting the monster between the eyebrows, but it was obviously useless. Schiller did not panic. He took out something that looked like a kettle from his briefcase, with a folded stick on the front.
Metal thin tube.
While Gordon was dealing with the monster, he quickly unscrewed the lid of the kettle, poured a small bottle of vodka in, screwed the lid back on, and lit a match.
When Schiller shook the match at the end of the thin tube, a flame was immediately ignited. When Schiller pressed the button on the handle, a fire dragon spurted out from the mouth of the thin tube.
Whoosh!
The flames successfully drove the monster back. Gordon took two steps back in embarrassment. Schiller pressed it again, and the bright flames drew an arc in the air. The monster that had just been forced back could not dodge, and the flames fell on it.
On its neck, it screamed and rolled over, baring its teeth and hesitating whether to continue attacking.
The evil gods are not afraid of fire, but the creatures they control are. To be precise, as long as they occupy the body of a carbon-based creature, they must be afraid of fire. Schiller's face remained normal, and he pressed the button again, as if he could not hear the monster at all.
's screams.
This time more flames were sprayed out, and the monster was about to give up, but Schiller obviously did not intend to let it go.
Instead of using the spray method, he rolled to the side of the monster, waited on its inevitable path to escape, opened the lid of the pot, and poured vodka all over the monster.
Then he threw a match on it.
Although the flammability of strong alcohol is not as good as that of napalm, and its power is not that great, it is still enough to deal with a dog. The obviously contaminated dog screamed and ran away, all the way into the woods in the garden.
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Schiller screwed on the lid, took back the straw, and put the things back into his briefcase. Gordon stared at his bag and said, "You look very professional."
"Let's do a little research." Schiller said: "You'd better not use your gun anymore. I'm not denying the lethality of bullets, but the wounds are too small and the deterrent effect is not enough."
"In addition to violent aggression, these creatures controlled by evil gods probably only have instincts. You can't expect a dog to know what a gun is. Even if humans lose all logical thinking and memory, they may
I don’t even remember that this thing can kill me.”
"Because this is a modern creation of human civilization, it has not yet had time to be engraved into human instincts. When controlled, of course, the more dangers are engraved in instincts, the more powerful they will be, such as fire, nature, etc.
There is almost no one who is not afraid of this."
Gordon took out another thing from his waist. Schiller looked at it, a stun gun. Schiller shook his head and said, "Unless you are the god of thunder and can make thunder similar to that of nature, it will be difficult to kill them with this."
Get scared."
"Of course I know, but I have tested that the stun gun can temporarily paralyze the controlled creatures. It seems that the current interferes with the operation of some of their parts."
Schiller nodded, knowing that Gordon must be confident when he said this, but it made him think of another thing.
Humanity has developed too fast in modern times, and has come up with all kinds of weird things, which are a bit ahead of the evil gods. It can only be said that there are no monsters that napalm cannot solve, and those that are forbidden to be used against individual soldiers
Weapons, to deal with these little minions is basically to suppress them.
Most humans do not have a correct understanding of the firepower level of modern humans. We can only say that if zombies or aliens only have the abilities shown in the movies, they will be blown up to nothing if they cannot leave the town.
The biggest problem of mankind is that it cannot solve the evil god behind these minions, so it is useless to solve more of these minions. However, Gordon's words gave Schiller a hint. Does the current interfering with certain parts also mean that the evil god controls these?
Living things also need sending and receiving devices?
Going one step further, whether affecting a person's consciousness also affects a person's brain waves? If this is the case, there are too many places to make an issue, because evil gods can affect people's brain waves, and humans can actually do it. Professor X is actually
A big evil god.
If you look at it with a more scientific attitude, the Cthulhu Mythos system may be that the big octopus sent you a compressed package. After decompression, the hard disk does not have that much space, causing a direct explosion. Even if there is such a large space, these files are forcibly decoded.
It will also dry out the CPU.
In the face of this kind of erosion, there are actually two ways. One is to destroy the receiving device, which is similar to Wanda and his group gouging out their own eyes when they were in that world. Without the receiving device, knowledge will be lost.
It's hard to pass on.
There is another more difficult way, which is to break the terminal, but it is almost impossible to do this on the outside god.
However, if this method is improved, that is, by staggering the signals emitted by the alien gods and the signals that humans can receive, there may be a way. If the frequency is not matched, the file will not be received, and the brain will be damaged.
It won't be exploded.
Schiller thought about these questions repeatedly and walked into Wayne Manor with Gordon.
The inside of Wayne Manor can be very different from the outside.
At this time, the lights in Wayne Manor were brightly lit, and a group of people were shivering in the manor hall. Schiller looked around and saw that they were all people in swimsuits.
It seems that this group of people were guests who were playing in the outdoor swimming pool and were trapped here after an accident at the hotel.
But I and others have walked in, why don't they go out through the gate?
Soon Schiller had the answer, because a huge head suddenly appeared on the patio stairs on the second floor. It was Alfred.
Alfred in the "Gotham" TV series is not very old, he looks more like a veteran in his prime, but after such a long time, he has still aged a bit.
At this time, his head filled the space on several floors above, almost filling the entire patio. His face was covered with dense pustules, and tentacles were constantly protruding from the pores of the pustules. His eyes, nose, and mouth were also covered in pustules.
It became a nest of tentacles.
Schiller looked at Gordon, who understood immediately, but he shook his head and said nothing, which made Schiller understand that some things cannot be said.
Schiller looked up at the tentacles in Alfred's ears.
In any mythological system, the image of a certain monster is not fabricated out of thin air. It must reflect people's fear of certain things. For example, the rules of a restaurant are more similar to the concrete people's fear of violating etiquette.
Alfred's facial features are all covered with tentacles, so it's definitely not random. There must be a meaning to why he looks like this.
The moment Alfred appeared, several people standing in the hall screamed, and then almost immediately, tentacles on the ground penetrated their bodies, and blood sprayed everywhere.
Can't listen, can't see, can't speak, Schiller thought in his heart. It seems that this also represents the fear of certain taboo rules. Whether it is a restaurant or a swimming pool, he feels a strong sense of being restrained, like a head being imprisoned.
A trapped animal struggling in a cage, but not sure where this feeling comes from.
Maybe he should find someone who is good at psychoanalysis, but now is not the time.
Schiller looked around, and the crowd was panicking. He thought for a moment, waved gently to Gordon, and the two of them moved towards the stairs.
Schiller stepped up the stairs first, but the huge monster floating in the center of the patio did not make any movement. Schiller felt relieved and quickly walked up the stairs to the second floor.
The structure of this Wayne Manor was different from the one he knew, but in a manor like this, the guest rooms were usually placed in the activity area. Schiller found the nearest room and pushed it open. He was very lucky, and the room was in the right place.