RNP Chapter 2806: Demonic Restricted Area (2)
Chapter 2806: Demonic Restricted Area (2)
Chapter 2806: Demonic Restricted Area (Part )
It is known that there are two factions in the restaurant, namely the conspiracy faction and the reckless faction. The conspiracy faction is synonymous with the ubiquitous elevator bell, which is like a secret code for them. As long as there is an elevator bell, they must be there.
The chef and the waiter in the restaurant are not on the same side at all, and the waiter was called over by the elevator bell, which means that the restaurant itself is the conspiracy faction, and the nerves and the chef above are likely to be the reckless faction that is opposed to them.
Jerome, who was now sitting in front of him, claimed that he did not die in the reincarnation for so many days, but told Schiller that there might be someone in the kitchen who could communicate with him. He was the owner of these nerves, that is, a reckless person.
If Schiller guessed correctly, this person might be able to provide him with some information, but it all sounded like the conspiracy on the 19th floor, with the same gossip that could melt gold, and the same trap hidden in the most desperate place, forcing people to believe and rely on it.
If there was an ordinary person sitting here, even if he had survived this hellish restaurant by chance, he would know that leaving the restaurant now would be seeking death. He felt it while taking the elevator down. The entire hotel is now full of monsters. If he left the restaurant, he would most likely die somewhere else.
At this time, it is inevitable to be tempted to hear that there is a rational person in the kitchen who can be communicated with. Jerome may not have lied, he just didn't tell the whole truth, which makes it difficult for most people to distinguish.
Schiller could also be sure that what he said so far was true, even the part about rational people, but there were unknown traps hidden in it.
First of all, what kind of rationality do the people in the kitchen have? People like James Gordon can be said to be rational. Even James himself doesn’t know that he is part of a conspiracy. Otherwise, Schiller would not need to speculate but could see it directly.
If the people in the kitchen were as sane as James Gordon, then there would be no point in going there. And if he was as sane as himself, then what about the blood vessels on the roof?
The kitchen now was like a black box. No one knew what kind of danger was contained inside before entering. It was meaningless to ask Jerome to go in with him, because if Jerome was a puppet, he would not care about his own life or death. Threatening him would play into his hands.
The bishop thought that he had too little information at hand. Taking advantage of this rare quiet time, he had to explore the restaurant and obtain more information before making a decision.
But the bishop is not actually a detective. He missed a lot of relevant clues when he was investigating on the 19th floor. It can almost be said that he made forced inferences based on his experience with various abnormal phenomena.
Schiller glanced at his briefcase. Although most of the red candles had been used up, the white candles had not been used yet. He had wanted to use them for investigation several times before, but things had not deteriorated to that point, so they were not used for the time being.
Now might be an opportunity. Schiller looked around. This restaurant was not on the 19th floor. There were too many things here. It would be difficult to investigate all of them by himself in a short time. He should start from the key point. The bishop had been so busy eating that he didn't see what the key point was.
The bishop thought for a moment and took out another match. Jerome looked up at his movements and the bishop kindly reminded him, "I'm just a devout believer, not a psychologist, but I have to ask a professional to come over next, it's just..."
The bishop seemed to be hesitant to speak, and Jerome hinted with his eyes that he should speak frankly. Schiller sighed and said, "You know that professionals have bad tempers. He is in a bad mood recently. You must not provoke him later."
Jerome had an expression that said "let's see your performance".
Schiller knew that he didn't believe it. After all, it was a bit absurd for him to summon himself. But he had already issued a disclaimer, so it wouldn't be his fault if anything happened.
Schiller lit the white candles.
Schiller lowered his head at first, but soon raised it, as if he was still not used to his new body. After waiting for a while, Schiller showed an understanding expression.
He had just received all his memories of the restaurant from the Bishop, and then shook his head.
The Bishop's way of breaking the impasse was a complete detour. Although gluttony could be used to solve the problem, there were obviously more convenient and quicker methods, especially when the Bishop had already seen through certain images represented by cycles and self-eating.
Jerome watched this new Schiller warily.
But before he could finish his observation, Schiller focused his attention on him. Jerome immediately felt as if he was being scanned by X-rays. His intuition made his back go cold. He paused, and the words on the tip of his tongue fell silent. After choking, he had to bring the glass to his mouth and pretend to drink.
Schiller spoke first.
"You look like a grudge, why?"
Jerome spat out his drink.
He thought he fully understood what Schiller had just said about his bad temper, but now it seemed that his understanding was still a little superficial. How could he be like a nagging woman? !
"Your resentment is about to overflow." Schiller pushed up his glasses and said, "Did you just break up with your girlfriend? No, that's not right, boyfriend?"
Just as Jerome was about to open his mouth to speak, Schiller said, "No need to explain. I don't discriminate against any sexual orientation, but you don't seem like someone who has a passionate love period. Your desires are abnormal, and it's hard for you to have a normal relationship with a normal person."
"Let me guess." Schiller paused for a moment, then said, "You know someone who is very good, the embodiment of perfection in your mind. You have been trying hard to get close to him, but you don't want to be friends with him. You want him to look you in the eye in a... not so normal way. Let me be frank. You want to teach him a painful lesson so that he will remember you forever."
"But no, you didn't do that. He never treated you as his best friend. What made you even more resentful was that you were not his biggest enemy. You were not ranked first on both the positive and negative sides."
Schiller paused again, as if thinking, and said, "No, that's not enough to make you so resentful. Let me guess, one day he encountered a huge trouble, which was a matter of life and death. It is conceivable that he would mobilize all the forces around him to help himself out of trouble, but he didn't look for you."
"Hmm... that doesn't seem right." Schiller denied himself again. He said, "Your anger at being ignored is far greater than the pain of being betrayed by a friend. This proves that he ignored you much more than I thought. Is there a third party?"
"That should be the case." Schiller confirmed his guess and said, "This third person doesn't have a good relationship with you, or you have never looked up to him. Although you look down on most people, he is particularly not good."
"When your favorite person was in danger of death, you rushed to the battlefield as soon as possible, like his most loyal dog, but he rejected you. It's not that he didn't trust you, but it's more like he didn't know you well."
"As soon as the third person arrived, the other party opened the door to him and warmly welcomed him in. They were even willing to expose their most vulnerable weaknesses to him, showing unconditional trust in him."
There was a clattering sound coming from the table where Jerome was dining, but it wasn't that the cutlery had fallen, but that he had simply stabbed the plate into pieces with his fork.
But Schiller made a U-turn and said, "No, no, no, your reaction is wrong. It's not pure hatred, otherwise you would jump up and bite me now. You seem to have a trace of shame and anger that you want to hide. You think that if you refute me with confidence, you might expose something that you least want to expose."
"Is it the secret of this restaurant? No, it should have nothing to do with this. Then there is only one possibility left. Could it be that you are the one who directed this conspiracy that put your beloved into danger?"
Schiller smiled and said, "I wanted to be a hero saving a beautiful girl, but ended up helping others. How does it feel?"
Jerome suddenly crossed the table and pressed the broken porcelain pieces in his hand against Schiller's neck, as if if Schiller said another word, he would choose to cut Schiller's throat fiercely.
Schiller did not retreat, but seemed a little bored. He said, "Don't worry, your story is not that exciting, even a little cliché. I am not interested in sharing this story with others. Psychiatrists keep too many secrets, and your secret is just the least important one."
"Oh, how could I have forgotten that," Schiller said, as if he had just remembered, "the walls have ears."
Jerome's expression suddenly froze, he shook his head and turned to look at the entrance to the kitchen.
There was a gleam in Schiller's eyes. Jerome was real, and it was also true that there were other people in the kitchen. What was more likely was that the two of them knew each other.
Schiller walked around Jerome without haste, pulled out a chair next to the dining table and sat down, then said, "This candle burns much slower than I thought. It seems to be of good quality. If you have a better attitude, I can teach you how to win back your ex."
"He's not my ex!"
"You mean he's your current boyfriend? I'm afraid he doesn't think so." Schiller seemed to have completely misunderstood some relationships. He said, "Even if he's not your ex now, he will definitely become your ex if he really comes back to life with someone's help."
Jerome held his breath and almost suffocated himself because he forgot to breathe. His face turned red, then blue, and then white.
It's not that he didn't want to refute, Schiller didn't leave him any room to refute. Every time he wanted to open his mouth, Schiller would interrupt him first. The polite disguise he had trained over the years made him subconsciously shut up when others were speaking, resulting in him being unable to interrupt at all.
But Jerome had every reason to doubt that if he had snatched it, the person standing here holding the broken porcelain pieces might not be him.
Jerome Michael was eating hotpot and singing songs when he was suddenly robbed.
Originally, he and Schiller had a close relationship, so someone had to explore the kitchen. Schiller also understood this. If Jerome was fake, he would go to explore the kitchen and never come back, and Schiller would have to go in the end. If Jerome was real, he would not have the ability to explore the kitchen, and asking him to command would result in the loss of a teammate who had not yet obtained all the information.
So from the perspective of gains and losses, Schiller would definitely be the one to explore in the end, and Jerome originally thought so too.
But now, this new guy touched his upper lip to his lower lip and started to expose all his shortcomings.
On the surface, there are only two people here now, but as Schiller said, Jerome looked up at the ceiling and thought, it is true that walls have ears.