The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 3167 The Detective is about to die (XVIII)

"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 bloody smell did not diminish at all. Fortunately, the priest's clothes were black and it was not very obvious.

"Are you going to the third floor?" Schiller asked.

"There must be something on the third floor." Greedy stood at the stairs and looked up, then said, "How are you?"

"I'm fine." Schiller shook his head and said that he was indeed fine. In addition to his mental and health values, his blood volume did not drop much, and his physical strength was still okay. It was not impossible to fight another game.

Moreover, his soul-soothing skill has been cooled down, and his mental health value can be restored instantly. Even if there is something mentally attacking, it is not a big problem.

Greedy walked up the stairs and said, "Do you feel that this place is getting more and more dangerous?"

Schiller heard the implication of his words. After Pride left, the difficulty of the game suddenly increased from the novice tutorial to a higher level. Whether it was the strange underground river, the wildly growing reeds in the underground cave, the five mad dogs in the first floor hall, or even the man named Jeff, they were all very dangerous.

If they dared to fish in the dark river, at least one or two people would be lost. When the reeds attacked, if they were a step slower, it would not be a Batman who was seriously injured.

The five dogs were even more outrageous. Schiller could say that all his teammates who could still stand now might not be able to escape without injury.

The man named Jeff seemed to be very cowardly, but he was obviously not as simple as he seemed on the surface. His leg was indeed bitten by a dog, but if he was also facing five dogs at the same time, and was only bitten once, and he could still run to the second floor, it proved that he was definitely capable.

As for the third floor... Schiller looked at the corridor that was obviously not well lit, and always felt that things had changed dangerously.

The structure of the third floor was different from that of the second floor. It was not a circular patio surrounded by rooms, but a straight passage extending from one side of the patio, with a window at the end of the passage.

After arriving here, Greedy and Schiller walked forward one after the other. As soon as they stepped into the passage, they heard a "clang".

It seemed that something metal had fallen to the ground.

Greedy also vaguely saw something fall under the window in front.

Schiller opened his spiritual vision and scanned around, but he didn't see anything. Greedy was still as brave as before. 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, without turning around, but just passed it over his shoulder to Schiller behind him.

Schiller felt a touch of coldness on his fingertips. With the dim light from the window, he saw that it was a house number with "1913" written on it.

Greed turned around and looked at Schiller, but the two said nothing. Schiller turned and looked at the door next to him, but he didn't see a place to nail the house number on the door.

The house number seemed to have fallen out of thin air.

Greed took the house number back again. Schiller stood by the window. He could feel that Greed was a little impatient. This guy was not a detective. It was a bit unrealistic to expect him to guess the riddle.

Sure enough, Greed picked up the shotgun next to him and kicked open the door on the left. There was nothing in the door. Greed put the muzzle down, and the reflection of the metal rod of the shotgun illuminated a trap on the ground.

The trap was stretched open, and it was obvious that someone had deliberately placed it here. If the light was not good, rushing in rashly would inevitably end up with a broken leg.

Schiller came to the second room again, 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 can't be no fighting. The strange silence now proves that the game's choreographer may have another style.

Sure enough, the knocking sound came from behind Greed.

Greed turned around and looked at the door that made the sound. He carefully 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 downstairs where vegetables are piled up, the things stored here are much more complete. Greed saw the two first aid kits on the shelf at a glance, and his eyes lit up immediately.

He gave Schiller a wink, and Schiller came behind him with the knife in his hand. Greed was about to step forward when Schiller coughed.

Greed looked back at him, then followed his line of sight to the ground, and only then saw a very, very thin fishing line not far from his feet, which was 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 below the shelf on the right.

Another trap? Who set so many traps here?

Greed crossed the fishing line and got two first aid kits. Schiller at the door seemed helpless. The trick of being mysterious can deal with most people, but Greed is not among these most people. Apart from the benefits he got, his eyes were empty.

Greed threw the two first aid kits out of the door first, found an empty canvas bag under the shelf, and then began to pick and choose between the shelves like shopping in 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 managed to pull the flour out, 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 checked the crow. He turned the fallen crow over, and when he saw the dense sarcoids on its abdomen, he knew that it should be a monster mutated by strange influences.

He recalled what was in Madeleine's 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 very 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 a scream 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 and glanced at 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 right in front of him, leaving him struggling and panting like a hanged man.

Schiller turned back.

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. .

Schiller withdrew 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 can let us see the monster in each other, whether it is real 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 worthy of trust.

There is also the Prowler who is possessed by someone unknown, 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 make hunters who are already in a powerless state 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 so fragile, and more importantly, each of them has a secret.

Greed: Immersive shopping in the supermarket