Chapter 2832: Demonic Forbidden Zone (Part 2)

Chapter 2806: The Demonic Forbidden Zone (II)

It is known that there are two factions in the restaurant, namely the conspiracy faction and the reckless faction. The synonym of the conspiracy faction is the ubiquitous elevator bell, which is like a secret code for them. As long as there is an elevator bell, they must exist.

The chef and the waiter in the restaurant are not on the same side at all, and the waiter will be called over by the elevator bell, which means that the restaurant itself is the conspiracy faction, and the nerves and chef above the head may be the reckless faction that opposes them.

Jerome, who is now sitting in front of him, claims that he did not die in the reincarnation of so many days, but told Schiller that there may be someone in the kitchen who can communicate. He is the owner of these nerves, that is, a reckless person.

If Schiller guessed correctly, this person might provide him with some information, but all this sounds like the conspiracy on the 19th floor, the same rumor, the same trap hidden in the most desperate place, so that people have to believe and rely on.

If it was an ordinary person sitting here, even if he survived this hellish restaurant by chance, he would know that leaving the restaurant now would be a death. He felt it while taking the elevator down. The whole hotel is full of monsters. If he left the restaurant, he would probably die somewhere else.

At this time, it was inevitable that he would be tempted to hear that there was a rational person in the kitchen who could communicate. Jerome might not have lied, he just didn't tell the whole truth, which made it difficult for most people to tell.

Schiller could also be sure that what he said was true, even the part about rational people, but there was an unknown trap hidden in it.

First of all, what rationality did the people in the kitchen still have? James Gordon could be said to be rational, and even James himself didn't know that he was part of a conspiracy. Otherwise, Schiller didn't need to speculate at all, but could see it directly.

If the people in the kitchen were as rational as James Gordon, then it would be completely meaningless to go to the kitchen. If he was really as sober as himself, what about the blood vessels on the roof?

The kitchen is like a black box now. No one knows what kind of danger is inside before entering. It is meaningless to ask Jerome to go in with him, because if Jerome is a puppet, he will not care about his life or death. Threatening him will play into his hands.

The bishop thinks that he has too little information now. Taking advantage of this rare quiet time, he must explore the restaurant and get more information before making a decision.

But the bishop is not a detective. He missed a lot of relevant clues when he was investigating on the 19th floor before. It can almost be said that he relied on his experience of various abnormal phenomena to forcefully speculate.

Schiller glanced at his briefcase. Although most of the red candles had been used, the white candles had not been used. He wanted to use them for investigation several times before, but things had not deteriorated to that point, so he did not use them for the time being.

Now might be an opportunity. Schiller looked around. This restaurant is not the 19th floor. There are too many things here. It would be difficult to investigate all by himself in a short time. If he wanted to start from the key point, the bishop did not see any key point because he was busy eating before.

The bishop thought about it and took out the matches again. Jerome looked up at his actions. The bishop kindly reminded him: "I am just a devout believer, not a psychologist, but I must invite a professional to come next, but..."

The bishop seemed to be hesitant to speak. Jerome hinted with his eyes that he had something to say. Schiller sighed and said: "You know that professionals have bad tempers. He is in a bad mood recently. Don't mess with him later."

Jerome had an expression of "watch your show".

Schiller knew he didn't believe it. After all, it was a bit absurd for him to summon himself, but he had already issued a disclaimer anyway. If something happened later, it would not be his fault.

Schiller lit a white candle.

Schiller lowered his head at first, but soon he 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 obtained all the memories about the restaurant from the bishop, and then shook his head.

The bishop's way of breaking the situation was completely a big detour. Although it was not impossible to solve it with gluttony, there was obviously a more convenient and quicker way, especially when the bishop had already seen some images represented by cycles and self-eating.

Jerome carefully observed this new Schiller.

But before he finished observing, Schiller focused his attention on him first. Jerome immediately felt as if he was being scanned by X-rays. His intuition made his back cold. After a pause, he didn't say the words that were on his lips. After being choked, he had to bring the wine glass to his mouth and pretend to drink.

Schiller spoke first.

"You look like a shrew. Why?"

Jerome spit out a mouthful of wine.

He thought he fully understood what Schiller had just said about his bad temper, but now it seems that his understanding is still a bit superficial. How can he be like a grudge woman? !

"Your resentment is about to overflow." Schiller pushed his glasses and said, "Did you just break up with your girlfriend? No, that's not right, boyfriend?"

Just when Jerome opened his mouth to speak, Schiller said: "No need to explain, I don't discriminate against any sexual orientation, but you don't seem to be the kind of person who has been in love. Your desires are not normal, and it is difficult to interact with normal people." What kind of normal relationship does it have?”

"Let me guess." Schiller paused for a moment, then said: "You know a person who is very good and is simply the embodiment of perfection in your mind. You have been deliberately approaching him, but you don't want to have sex with him. My friend, you want him to look at you, in a... not so normal way, let me tell you straight, you want to teach him a painful lesson so that he can remember you forever. "

"But no, you didn't do it. He never regarded you as his best friend. What makes you even more resentful is that you are not his biggest enemy. You are not number one in both positive and negative aspects."

Schiller paused again, seeming to be thinking, and said: "That's not right. This is not enough to make you feel so resentful. Let me guess again. One day he encountered a huge trouble, which was a matter of life and death. It is conceivable that he will definitely mobilize all the forces around him to help him get out of trouble, but he did not look for you. "

"Well...it 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 neglected you more than I thought. Much bigger, is there a third party?”

"It should be like this." Schiller confirmed his guess. He said: "This third party does not have a good relationship with you, or you have never thought highly of him. Although you look down on most people, he is particularly bad. ”

"When your favorite person was in a life crisis, you rushed to the battlefield immediately, just like his most loyal dog, but the other person rejected you. It was more like he was not familiar with you than he didn't trust you. ”

"As soon as the third party arrived, the other party opened the door to him, warmly welcomed him in, and was even willing to expose his most vulnerable weaknesses to him. He had unconditional trust in him."

A clicking sound came from the table where Jerome was dining, but it was not that the tableware fell, but that he stabbed the plate into pieces with his fork.

But Schiller made another 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 still have a trace of shame and anger that you want to hide. You I feel that if you refute me confidently, you may expose something you least want to expose."

"Is it the secret of this restaurant? No, it should have nothing to do with it. Then there is only one possibility left. Could it be that you directed the conspiracy that put your beloved in crisis?"

Schiller showed a smile and said: "I want to play a hero and save a beauty, but I become an adult beauty. How does it feel?"

Jerome suddenly crossed the table, and the broken porcelain in his hand was pressed against Schiller's neck. It seemed that if Schiller said another word, he would choose to slit Schiller's throat severely.

Schiller did not back down, but seemed a little bored. He said: "Don't worry, your story is not that exciting, and it is even a bit cliché. I am not interested in sharing this story with others. Psychiatrists keep too many secrets. You The secret is the least important of them all."

"Ah, how could I forget." Schiller said as if he had just remembered: "The walls have ears."

Jerome's expression suddenly froze, he shook his head suddenly, and turned to look at the entrance to the kitchen.

A glint flashed in Schiller's eyes. It was true that Jerome was there, and it was also true that there were other people in the kitchen, and it was more likely that the two of them knew each other.

Schiller walked around Jerome unhurriedly, pulled out a chair at 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 get your ex back."

"He's not my ex!"

"You mean he is your ex? I'm afraid he doesn't think so." Schiller seemed to have completely misunderstood certain relationships. He said: "Even if he is not your ex now, wait until he really lives with the help of someone." If you come here, you will definitely become your ex."

Jerome held his breath. He almost suffocated himself to death because he forgot to breathe. His face turned red and blue, then blue and white.

It's not that he didn't want to refute, Schiller didn't leave him any room to breathe. Whenever he wanted to open his mouth, Schiller would interrupt him first. The polite disguise he had trained over the years allowed him to speak in front of others. Sometimes I subconsciously shut up, resulting in being completely unable to grab it.

But Jerome had every reason to suspect that, assuming he had snatched it, the person standing here holding the broken piece of porcelain might not be him.

Jerome was actually eating hot pot and singing when he was suddenly robbed.

Originally, he and Schiller had a close relationship. Someone had to explore the back kitchen. Schiller also understood this. If Jerome was fake, he would never come back after he went to explore the back kitchen. In the end, Schiller had to go. , if Jerome is real, he does not have the ability to explore the back kitchen, and let him command the loss of a teammate who has not yet collected all the information.

So from the perspective of profit and loss, Schiller would definitely be the one to explore in the end, and Jerome originally thought so.

But now it's better. The new guy's upper lip touched his lower lip, and he exposed his shorts all over.

On the surface, there were only two people here now, but just like Schiller said, Jerome looked up at the ceiling and thought, this is really a wall with ears.