Schiller gently opened the curtains and saw a car parked downstairs of the hotel. The doorman took a business card from the driver's hand. Not long after, there was a knock on the door of Room 1905.
Schiller followed the waiter downstairs. As soon as he walked around the corner of the stairs, he bumped into someone. Schiller looked back instinctively, but suddenly stopped in his steps. He stood on the steps and stared at the person's back, with cold sweat running down his face.
It flowed down the back of the neck.
The rear image is very striking of the residents of Room 1903.
The waiter walking in front saw that he had stopped moving, so he had to stop and asked with concern: "Sir? Sir???"
Schiller paused for a moment, ignored the waiter's call, and strode towards the back, but the man was nowhere to be seen in the corridor.
Schiller stood on tiptoe for a moment and rushed towards room 1903.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!!
"Open the door!"
Schiller shouted while banging on the door.
Suddenly the door was opened, and a woman looked at Schiller with confusion and said, "What's wrong? What's the matter?"
Schiller stretched his neck and looked inside. The woman immediately showed a vigilant look and said, "What are you going to do? Get out of here quickly! Otherwise I will call the police!"
"Oh, um, ma'am, I don't mean anything else. It's just that the smoke alarm on this floor just went off. Do you smoke? I'm worried about a fire..."
The woman obviously didn't believe it, but she still said: "No, I don't smoke, and neither my husband nor I smoke..."
"Then your husband..."
"What's wrong? Doris?!" A rough voice came from the room. A tall man came over, looked at Schiller outside the door and said, "What's wrong? What's the matter?"
Schiller took two steps back and said, "No, it's nothing. It's just that the smoke alarm went off. I thought it was because you were smoking. It seems I have to go find the security guard."
The door to room 1903 was closed. Schiller walked towards the stairs. The waiter looked at him with a helpless expression and said, "What's going on? Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No...it's okay." Schiller looked back at the stairs and said, "Let's go."
The two continued to walk forward and soon came to the elevator door. Schiller turned around and saw the 19th floor sign hanging directly opposite the elevator door. There were also two plates of green plants placed underneath. It looked like
It is an imported Monstera deliciosa.
Schiller stepped onto the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closed, the lights in the elevator flashed twice. Schiller immediately raised his eyes to the ceiling, but the waiter's tone did not change at all, "The filament in the elevator has some poor contact, but please
Don’t worry, power and lighting are two completely separate systems and will not affect the normal operation of the elevator.”
"I hope so," Schiller said.
The elevator soon arrived downstairs. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator door, Schiller looked towards the front desk and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the black-haired front desk figure.
But just when he was about to look away, a red-haired figure walked through the front desk and walked towards the manager's office at the back.
Schiller immediately chased after him, but suddenly a large number of tourists from travel agencies came in and blocked his way. When Schiller finally got through the crowd, there was nothing in front of the manager's office door.
Schiller walked over and knocked on the door again, and soon the waiter came over and said to him: "Sorry, sir, the manager is not here right now. Do you have anything to do with him?"
Schiller found that he couldn't knock the door, so he kicked the door. He took a deep breath and said, "Do you have your manager's business card?"
"Sorry, I don't have one, you can only wait for him to come back."
"When will he come back?"
"There have been some circuit problems in the hotel recently. He should have gone to find the maintenance personnel. He may be back in a while. You can go back to your room first and wait."
Schiller pursed his lips and looked at the door number, choosing to give up. He turned around and walked towards the revolving door. When he pushed the revolving door out, someone also pushed the revolving door in.
Schiller stared intently at his side face, but the revolving door was irreversible. After Schiller went out, the man also entered. But when Schiller pushed the revolving door back in, the man had already disappeared.
A resident of room 1901.
Schiller stared at the elevator for a while, then opened the door and went out. Then he saw a familiar figure in the car waiting for him outside. It was little Bruce, who seemed to be safe and sound.
Schiller opened the car door and got in, sitting next to little Bruce. He asked expressionlessly: "It was you who sent me the message. Since you are fine, why don't you just tell me what's going on?"
"Obviously, I'm being monitored." Little Bruce seemed to be wondering why Schiller looked so bad, but he still explained: "There is an unknown person who has been monitoring my communications. I don't know if he can crack it.
Your magical communication system, so I choose a safer method."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Of course I want you to help me deal with that investigator. For some reason, I can't do it myself. You have to help me think of a way, otherwise my house will be demolished by him!"
"What did he do?"
"That guy is a complete lunatic." Little Bruce scolded: "I used to regard Gotham Cathedral as one of my bases. He followed the clues and found there. Fortunately, I ran fast, but because I hid too much,
In a hurry, I left some clues."
"I wanted to go back and destroy the corpses, but the lunatic blew up the cathedral under the pretext of a terrorist attack. I lost more than 40 tentacles, and the pain was so great that I couldn't sleep well for half a month."
Little Bruce sighed and said, "I really want to crush him to death, but unfortunately I can't kill him for some reason. Even if I hurt him, he will recover quickly."
"And that guy is so lucky that he can find any clues. He also found a forbidden spell in the Gotham Library and made a bunch of bombs. He has killed more than 200 of my tentacles.
, if we don’t solve it quickly, he will rush into my house and blow me up to death.”
Schiller sat there in silence, and little Bruce had no choice but to ask him, "What's wrong with you? You look so bad. Is it because you're not feeling well? How about I call a private doctor for you first?"
Schiller shook his head in silence, because he had just discovered a terrible fact. Without the Doujie communication system, the interface that used to appear with just a thought had completely disappeared.
"Are you communicating with people from other universes? I advise you to give up. The mysterious guy who monitors me has built a brainwave blocking device. No abnormal brainwaves can be transmitted. Otherwise, I won't be able to
They made me so embarrassed."
"Stop!" Schiller suddenly shouted.
The driver braked suddenly, and both of them crashed into the front seats. Schiller reached out to help him, but little Bruce received a solid blow.
"Turn around and go back," Schiller said.
Little Bruce looked at him with very doubtful eyes. He opened his mouth to ask, but seeing Schiller's extremely bad expression, he still didn't say anything. He said to the driver: "Turn around and return to the hotel. Maybe I forgot something."
."
The driver had no choice but to turn around and drive back.
Schiller glanced in the rearview mirror. Little Bruce's face looked as normal, but his own face was as pale as death.
The car soon stopped at the door of the hotel. Schiller pushed open the door and staggered out, then opened the revolving door again. Without any pause, he rushed into the elevator and pressed the button for the 19th floor.
After arriving on the 19th floor, he quickly rushed to the door of room 1905, took out the key card and opened the door. Seeing the briefcase on the sofa, Schiller involuntarily turned his head to look at the bedroom.
There is nothing there.
He walked over, picked up the alarm clock from the ground, opened the battery compartment, and found two batteries lying quietly inside.
Schiller threw the alarm clock on the bed and picked up the bottle of red wine on the bedside. It was not a cheap red wine, it was worth at least more than 1,000 US dollars, which was very consistent with the quality of Wayne Hotel.
Schiller sat on the bedside and dialed the front desk phone. He asked, "Why is there a bottle of red wine on my bedside table?"
The front desk explained in a gentle voice: "Now we have a free room upgrade service. It is recorded here that you did not choose to upgrade your room, so you will receive a gift from the hotel. The gift list records that the gift given to you is a bottle of Margaux.
Do you have any questions about the winery’s red wine?”
"No, it's okay." Schiller hung up the phone.
He put down the wine bottle and looked at the wine glass he took out last night, his expression seemed a little hesitant.
Finally he put everything down and stood up, went to the living room and opened the briefcase. All the candles were intact, the wicks were fresh, there was no sign of use, there was not a drop of vodka missing, and the matches were exactly 60
root.
Schiller took out a match and lit it. He hesitated for a moment, then picked up the red candle and silently recited the name of manipulation in his heart.
The candle was lit, and the power spread. Schiller breathed a sigh of relief. The channel formed by the power was connecting to his spiritual world, and the door opened.
It wasn't Schiller who came.
Schiller saw a starry sky behind the door.
Immediately afterwards, countless terrifying, strange and dark things poured into his brain, and he let out a scream and extinguished the candle as quickly as possible.
Schiller leaned on the sofa and took a few breaths, staring in disbelief at the candle that had just burned a little.
There was a knock on the door of room 1905.
Schiller walked over and opened the door. Little Bruce stood outside the door. He looked at Schiller with some worry and said, "Are you okay? I heard a scream just as I walked up. What happened to you?"
Schiller saw that his subtext was actually asking, "Who could have made you do this?"
Schiller opened his mouth slowly and told Bruce about his previous experiences. Unsurprisingly, Bruce didn't believe him because Schiller really didn't have any evidence.
Batman is actually not the kind of detective who values evidence very much. He knows that reasoning sometimes requires some inspiration, and the truth often requires a leap of thinking to get to the truth.
But the problem is that what Schiller said doesn't even have basic logic. Bruce Jr. raised several obvious questions.
"First of all, and the most incredible thing is that the four major families will unite together? Why? Do they have any basis for uniting?"