"Do you believe what he said?" Schiller closed the door and looked at Greedy who was walking in front of him.
Greedy shook his head and said: "He doesn't look like a good person, but are we good people?"
The blood on Schiller's body was almost dry, but the smell of blood did not weaken at all. Fortunately, the priest's clothes were black and it was not obvious.
"Want to go to the third floor?" Schiller asked.
"There must be something on the third floor." Greedy stood at the top of the stairs, looked up, and then said, "How are you doing?"
"I'm fine." Schiller shook his head and said that he was indeed fine. Except for his mental and health values, which were still not very high, his blood volume had not dropped much and his physical strength was not bad. It would not be impossible to fight another round.
Moreover, his Requiem skill has cooled down now, and his mental health will be restored instantly. Even if there is any mental attack, it won't be a big problem.
Greedy walked up the stairs and said, "Do you feel that this place is getting more and more dangerous?"
Schiller heard what he meant. After leaving Arrogance, the difficulty of the game suddenly rose to a level from novice teaching, whether it was the weird underground river, or the reeds growing wildly in the underground caves, the lobby on the first floor
Five mad dogs, and even the man named Jeff, are very dangerous.
If they dared to fish in that dark river, they would lose at least one or two men. If they were slow when Reed attacked, it would not be something that a Batman could be seriously injured to solve.
Those five dogs are even more outrageous. Schiller can say that all his teammates who are still standing now may not be able to survive without injury if they are replaced.
The man named Jeff looked cowardly, but he was obviously not as simple as he seemed. His leg was indeed bitten by a dog, but what if he was also facing five dogs at the same time and was only bitten?
, if he can still run to the second floor, it proves that he definitely has a few tricks up his sleeve.
As for the third floor... Schiller looked at the obviously poorly lit corridor and felt that something had changed dangerously.
The structure of the third floor is different from that of the second floor. It is not a circular patio surrounded by rooms, but a straight passage extends from one side of the patio, with a window at the end of the passage.
After arriving here, they didn't hear much movement. Greedy and Schiller walked forward one after another. As soon as they stepped into the passage, they heard a "clang".
It seemed like something metal fell to the ground.
Greed also vaguely saw something falling under the window in front.
Schiller opened his spiritual vision and scanned around, but didn't see anything. Greed was still as brave as ever. He strode over, but stopped when he reached out to pick up the thing on the ground.
"What is it?" Schiller also walked over quickly and asked.
Greedy stood up with the thing in hand. Without turning around, he just handed it over his shoulder to Schiller behind him.
Schiller felt a touch of coldness on his fingertips, and through the dim light from the window, he saw that it was a house number with "1913" written on it.
Greedy turned around and looked at each other with Schiller, but neither of them said anything. Schiller turned to look at the door next to him, but he didn't see a place to nail the door plate on the door.
This door sign seems to have fallen out of thin air.
Greedy took the house number back again, and Schiller stood leaning against the window. He could feel that Greedy was a little impatient. This guy was not a detective. It was unrealistic to expect him to guess riddles.
Sure enough, Greedy picked up the shotgun next to him and kicked open the door on the left. There was nothing in the door. Greedy lowered the muzzle of the gun, and the reflection of the metal rod of the shotgun illuminated a bear trap on the ground.
The bear trap was stretched open, and someone had obviously placed it there intentionally. If the lighting was not good, rushing in rashly would result in a broken leg.
Schiller went to the second room and kicked the door with a gun. There was nothing in the second room, but this was not good news.
If the leader of this game is still the transcendent, there will be no battle. The strange silence now proves that the organizer of the game may have a different style.
Sure enough, a knock on the door came from behind Greedy.
Greed turned around and looked at the door that made the noise. He cautiously raised his shotgun and moved forward, but when he reached the door, he kicked it open without hesitation.
This is actually a warehouse.
However, unlike the small warehouse where vegetables were piled downstairs, there were much more complete items stored here. Greedy saw the two first aid kits placed on the shelves at a glance, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
He gave Schiller a wink, and Schiller held the knife in his hand and came behind him. Just as Greed was about to step forward, Schiller coughed.
Greedy looked back at him, then followed his gaze to the ground, and then saw a very, very thin fishing line not far from his feet, almost invisible to the naked eye.
Schiller looked to the side along the fishing line and found that there seemed to be a hole in the wall under the shelf on the right.
Another trap? Who has laid so many traps here?
Greedy crossed the fishing line and got two first-aid kits. Schiller by the door looked a little helpless. His mysterious tricks could deal with most people, but most of them did not include Greedy. In addition to the benefits obtained, the two of them were helpless.
Eyes empty.
Greedy first threw the two first aid kits out of the door, found an empty canvas bag under the shelf, and then started picking through the shelves like a supermarket.
There were about a dozen rows of shelves in this warehouse. Schiller did not go deep into it, but Greedy was not afraid at all. He even threw the gun directly to Schiller so that he could free his hands to take things.
He checked the products on the shelf one by one, even comparing their production dates, picking one and throwing it away. After a while, the canvas bag was almost full.
Suddenly, the sound of "Gululu" came from behind. Greedy, who was holding a can, turned around and saw a can rolling past him.
Greedy ignored it and continued to read the words on the can. After a while, there was another sound. Greedy didn't even look back. He squatted under the shelf and reached out to grab the bag of flour inside.
He felt something dripping on his arm, but he still tried hard to pull out the flour, and then started to look at the production date of the flour.
Suddenly he felt a gust of wind blowing, but he remembered that the windows in this room were closed. When he turned around, he saw that the window at the end of the row of shelves where he was was opened.
A black crow sat on the window sill.
Greed looked at the crow, and the crow looked at Greed. Suddenly, the crow rushed over from the window sill like an arrow from a string.
Greed felt a gust of wind pass by his ears, and with a scream, a bright kitchen knife hit the crow's head. Greed looked back and saw Schiller.
Schiller walked over and examined the crow. He turned the fallen crow over, and when he saw the dense tumors on its abdomen, he knew that it must be a monster mutated by strange influences.
He remembered what Madeline had written in her notes. Unless it was absolutely necessary, monsters usually would not possess animals that were too weak, such as insects and small birds. Although crows were considered birds of prey, they were not that powerful.
However, animals within the scope of the influence of strange events may be affected by monsters. Even if they are not possessed, they are as malicious as monsters towards humans, and they will try their best to attack humans.
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But when Schiller made a mistake, the sarcoma disappeared again. It was an ordinary crow, and the blood flowed to his hand.
In just a blink of an eye, greed disappeared.
The bag he was carrying fell to the ground, and the contents rolled out. Schiller reached for the handle of the bag to turn it over, but saw a greedy head inside.
In another blink of an eye, the head disappeared. Schiller reached out and took out the can inside, and then saw the smiling spokesperson on the can wink at him, and the head suddenly rolled down.
Schiller stood there, holding cans and bottles, turned his head and saw Greedy's back walking out of the room through the gap in the shelf, and suddenly heard screams in the next room.
He turned the cans and bottles in his hand and began to look at the ingredient list and production date.
He heard rapid breathing in his ears, and it was difficult to determine the direction. Schiller raised his head again and glanced in the direction of the window. The light shone on his front face and the shadow fell behind him.
He turned 180 degrees, completely facing away from the window, where Greed should have been, but now there was nothing there.
Schiller turned on his spiritual vision.
In an instant, he saw the handle of the flying canvas bag around Greedy's neck, pulling Greedy into the air in front of him, leaving him struggling and panting like a hanged man.
Schiller turned back again.
He threw away the cans and bottles and picked up the crow. There was nothing wrong with the crow and there were no tumors on its belly, but Schiller still held the crow's body in one hand and raised the kitchen knife with the other.
With a puff of the knife, blood flowed from his palm. When he turned around, he found that Greed was looking at him with surprised eyes, but there was no crow in his hand at all. The tip of the knife hit his palm, and blood was dripping to the ground.
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Schiller took back the knife and looked at his bleeding palm. Then he looked at Greed and said: "The rule of the illusion is that you must pay a price. You'd better not be so stingy."
"Have you encountered an illusion?" Greedy asked.
Schiller nodded and looked at the crow carcass that had not been picked up at his feet. He was not sure whether it was because he touched the animal carcass or whether he killed the animal.
Suddenly, Greedy was startled, and Schiller felt that he might have fallen into an illusion. Two seconds later, he returned to normal, and said with a complicated expression: "Do you know what I saw?"
"What?"
"In my hallucination, there is a monster inside you."
Schiller was not surprised. He said: "Prowler? What does he look like?"
Greedy shook his head and said: "The key is that if the illusion allows us to see the monster in each other, whether it is true or not, we will have a reason to attack each other."
"Hunters are not that stupid," Schiller said.
"But the hunter was seriously injured." Greedy picked up the bag and said, "Whether it's a painter, a lawyer or a doctor, they all have good reasons to kill him. The monster just gives them an excuse to do it."
Schiller understood what he meant. In the entire team, only Batman from the main universe was a truly good person. The others, whether Bruce, Nite Owl, or the two clowns, were not trustworthy.
There is also an unknown Prowler possessing someone, and the opportunity to kill the Batman of the main universe is just around the corner.
"I'm more inclined to think that hallucinations will cause hunters who are already in a powerless state to make irrational actions." Greedy and Schiller said as they walked out: "After all, he has never seen this trick before, maybe he is unprepared?"
Schiller shook his head, Batman is not that fragile, and more importantly, each of them has secrets.