The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 2829: An ant trying to shake a tree (Part 1)

Schiller gently opened the curtains and saw a car parked downstairs of the hotel. The doorman took a business card from the driver. Not long after, the door of Room 1905 was knocked.

Schiller followed the waiter downstairs. As soon as he walked around the corner of the stairs, he bumped into a person. Schiller instinctively looked back, but his steps suddenly stopped. He stood on the steps and stared at the man's back, with cold sweat running down his neck.

The back looked very much like the occupant of Room 1903.

The waiter walking in front saw that he was not moving, so he had to stop and asked with concern: "Sir? Sir???"

Schiller paused, ignored the waiter's call, and strode towards the back, but there was no figure of the man in the corridor.

Schiller tiptoed slightly on the spot and rushed towards Room 1903.

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!!

"Open the door!"

Schiller shouted while patting the door.

Suddenly the door opened, and a woman looked at Schiller in confusion and said, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Schiller stretched his neck to look inside, and the woman immediately showed a vigilant look, saying, "What are you doing? Get out of here quickly! Otherwise I will call the police!"

"Oh, that, ma'am, I don't mean anything else, but 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, my husband and I don't smoke..."

"Then your husband..."

"What's wrong? Doris?!" A rough voice came from the room, and a tall man came over and looked at the man outside the door. Schiller said, "What's wrong? Is there anything?"

Schiller took two steps back and said, "No, nothing, just the smoke alarm went off. I thought you were smoking. It seems that I can only go to find the security guard."

The door of Room 1903 was closed. Schiller walked towards the stairs. The waiter looked at him with a helpless expression and said, "What's wrong? Is there anything I can help you with?"

"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 looked back and saw the sign of the 19th floor hung directly opposite the elevator door. There were two plates of green plants placed below. They looked like imported monstera.

Schiller walked into the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closed, the lights in the elevator flashed twice. Schiller immediately looked up at the ceiling, but the waiter's tone was not at all rippled. "The filament in the elevator has some poor contact, but please rest assured that the power and lighting are completely two systems and will not affect the normal operation of the elevator."

"I hope so." Schiller said.

The elevator arrived downstairs quickly. As soon as he walked out of the elevator door, Schiller looked towards the front desk. Seeing the figure of the black-haired receptionist, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief.

But just when he was about to look away, a red-haired figure passed 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 the travel agency came in and blocked his way. When Schiller finally got through the crowd, there was nothing in front of the door of the manager's office.

Schiller walked over and knocked hard on the door again. Soon the waiter came over and said to him, "Sorry, sir, the manager is not here now. What do you want to do with him?"

Schiller found that he couldn't knock on the door, so he kicked it. He let out a sigh and said, "Do you have your manager's business card?"

"Sorry, I don't have it. 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 a maintenance person. He may be back in a short while. You can go back to your room and wait."

Schiller pursed his lips and looked at the doorplate. He chose to give up. He turned and walked towards the revolving door. When he pushed the revolving door out, there was also someone pushing the revolving door in.

Schiller stared at his profile, but the revolving door was irreversible. After Schiller went out, the man also went in. When Schiller pushed the revolving door in again, the man had disappeared.

The occupant of room 1901.

Schiller stared at the elevator for a while before pushing the door open. Then he saw a familiar figure in the car waiting for him outside. It was Bruce Jr., who looked safe and sound.

Schiller opened the car door and got in, sitting next to Bruce Jr. He asked expressionlessly: "You sent me the message. Since you are fine, why didn't you just tell me what happened?"

"Obviously, I'm being monitored." Bruce Jr. seemed to be wondering why Schiller looked so bad, but he still explained: "An unknown person has been monitoring my communications. I don't know if he can crack your magical communication system, so I choose a safer method."

"Why did you ask me to come?"

"Of course, I want you to help me solve the investigator , for some reason, I can't do it to him myself, you have to help me think of a way, otherwise he will demolish my house!"

"What did he do?"

"That guy is a complete lunatic." Bruce cursed: "Before, I used the Gotham Cathedral as one of my bases, and he found it by following the clues. Fortunately, I ran fast, but because I hid too hastily, I left some clues. "

"I wanted to go back and destroy the body, but the lunatic blew up the cathedral directly under the pretext of a terrorist attack. I lost more than 40 tentacles, and the pain made me unable to sleep well for half a month. "

Little Bruce let out a long sigh and said, "I really want to squeeze him to death, but unfortunately for some reason, I can't kill him. 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 your personal doctor 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 I was so embarrassed by them.”

"Stop!" Schiller suddenly shouted.

The driver braked suddenly, and both of them crashed into the front seat. 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 was 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 couldn't help but turn 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. Is there any problem with 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 was not Schiller.

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 spoke 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 there is no basic logic in what Schiller said. 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?"