The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 3202 The Detective is about to die (Fifty-three)

Schiller had a bad feeling. If the fish was a story made up by the clown, this guy must have done something big. He had to hurry up.

Schiller looked around and walked to the door closest to the window. He tried the sturdiness of the door handle and found it was good, so he tied the rope to the door handle.

His dexterity was not low, but he also knew that the clown had the skill to control dice, so he repeatedly confirmed the sturdiness of the rope and even scraped the window sill close to the rope with a kitchen knife to prevent the rope from being worn off, so as to minimize the possibility of needing a dice check.

After getting ready, Schiller directly climbed out of the window and started to descend by grabbing the rope. He did this to bypass the confrontation between Batman and the clown and see what happened downstairs.

In his judgment, the clown would definitely come to the lighthouse, but the clown came later than he expected, which proved that he might have done something on the way. Considering that the clown might be the first person to arrive at the lighthouse, Schiller had to be on guard, and he was prepared for this.

Schiller deliberately bypassed all the windows to prevent the clown or anything else downstairs from seeing him. As he descended, he thought about everything he had encountered in the lighthouse.

First, when exploring, he saw those artificial traps on a certain floor. Schiller thought that this might be set by the keeper of the lighthouse, but why did the keeper of the lighthouse set traps? Just to make his life a little more difficult?

The keeper of the lighthouse was killed on the first floor. It is not yet clear who did it. Hef had traces of being attacked by a dog, but it was not necessarily his fatal blow. It might also be the clown.

In short, this matter revealed a weirdness. Schiller had no clue for the time being. He descended to the ground at the fastest speed. The rope could not be untied, so he left it there. He went around to the main entrance of the lighthouse and walked in.

The first floor was still the same as before. The bodies of the dogs were placed there, and the blood had long dried up.

Schiller walked into the room where the body of the lighthouse keeper was, but found that the body of the tall and thin man was gone, but the body of the dog was still there.

Schiller instinctively looked at the window on the right side of the corner where the man was lying. As a result, he could see the dock through this window. Although the distance was relatively far, the lights of the big ship were particularly conspicuous in the white snow.

Schiller's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger.

He ran upstairs, but found that the bodies of the Huff family were also gone. Schiller carefully checked the traces nearby, but the other party handled it cleanly, leaving no footprints, and the liquid exuded from the bodies did not show any signs of movement.

Could it be the skill of controlling the corpse again?

After a careful look, Schiller found that it was not right, because if the corpse stood up and walked by itself, it would leave traces instead. Now this kind of corpse disappeared out of thin air, it should have been moved away by someone, but the other party was very skilled and cleared all traces.

There is a tool room at the end of this floor. After Schiller walked over, he found that there should be something missing here. The plastic sheet of the awning, the fire hose and the mop were all gone.

From this point of view, the Joker did not come too slowly, but too quickly. In such a short time, he moved so many bodies and cleared all the traces. No wonder he could kidnap two boats of people under Batman's nose.

There was no trace when he looked up. Schiller was worried that the fight upstairs would affect him, so he walked downstairs and went down through the hole they had come up from before.

What surprised Schiller was that the large area of ​​reeds disappeared. The traces of burns on the ground were still there, but all the living reed leaves were missing, and the lake was empty.

Could it be that the reeds were also made by the Joker?

It's not impossible to think about it. Batman was seriously injured here. Although the dice took the blame, the reeds also contributed.

Schiller stood by the lake and took a look.

The river and the lake are connected, which means that the fish running in the river will directly enter the lake. Schiller did see those fish jumping from the river into the lake, but they disappeared directly in the lake.

The lake was pitch black, and nothing could be seen. Schiller was wearing night vision goggles, but if he didn't get close enough, he couldn't really see what was happening under the water.

Schiller took a deep breath, carefully approached the lake, scooped up some water with his hands, and found that the water was not turbid, which meant that the water in the lake looked so deep because the lake was unimaginably deep.

Schiller walked around the lake for half a circle, and finally found a clue at the burn marks. He found that this place should have been burned twice, and the last time was burned recently.

Did the clown burn the body here?

No, it shouldn't be. Schiller carefully observed the details of the burn marks. It was impossible to burn animals here, otherwise there would be traces of grease and the like left.

Then the cleaning tools should have been burned here.

The body was brought here and sunk to the bottom of the lake. What was at the bottom of the lake?

The boat should have docked now. Schiller calculated the time in his mind and knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

He put on the night vision goggles directly, took the pistol with a few bullets left, and jumped down along the shore of the lake.

The lake water was terribly cold, but the good news was that the night vision goggles were waterproof, so I could see the situation in the lake more clearly.

The lake was really weird. It was more like a huge lake than a lake. There was nothing but clear water, not even a reed leaf could be seen.

Schiller kept sinking, not knowing how deep it was, but fortunately the water seemed to be a little abnormal, and would not let him float up, but could keep sinking endlessly.

Just as Schiller was distracted thinking about the situation in the lighthouse, a swollen and terrible face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Schiller shuddered and turned away, and then he found that there were corpses floating around him, all of which were tied to their feet by reed leaves and floating two or three meters away from the bottom of the lake.

It was the Huff family, Madeline in the cabin, and the lighthouse keeper.

At the bottom of the lake, Schiller finally saw a ray of light, but it was not a light, but a green light.

He looked along the light, but it was difficult to see the whole picture, so he swam hard and saw a huge magic circle at a slightly higher place.

Schiller immediately realized something, and he hurriedly swam up, and when the last oxygen in his lungs was about to run out of water, he climbed up from the shore in a somewhat embarrassed manner, gasping for breath.

But he knew he had no time to rest. He returned to the lighthouse as quickly as possible, rushed to the room where the lighthouse keeper died, and looked through the window.

What was docked at the dock was not a modern fishing boat, but three huge sailing warships from the last century.

Schiller took a deep breath and stepped back.

I found a correct version in the 16-9 book forum!

Now it's good. From the modern weird copy to the Imsmouth Storm, Schiller now just prays that the one who comes is not a deep diver.

Wait a minute, those fish won't...

Schiller is no longer concerned about whether the fight upstairs has started. The clown is really not a good person. This should have been an original story copy, but suddenly introduced classic Cthulhu elements, but they don't have the corresponding magic skills at all. This is bad.

When he knew that the village was close to the sea, he should have been prepared for this, but he thought that there should be no one among these players who knew the classic Cthulhu mythology very well. Unexpectedly, the clown gave him a surprise.

As the only clergyman in the team, he had to do something now, otherwise if the Deep One really landed, the Old One would soon come and everyone would die.

It didn't matter if they couldn't pass the level, the key was that they killed Greed first. If they couldn't pass the level, Greed would definitely go crazy.

Schiller thought about the resources he had now.

Greed was out, and his laboratory should not be open, but if he wanted to prevent the Old One from coming back, the resources he held in his hands were crucial.

Old Siltek was a key figure, and Schiller's mind was spinning rapidly. Only by finding him could he get all the resources in Greed's settings, but the problem was that this guy was followed by a monster, and if he didn't know its limitations, he would be killed directly.

Greed knew that he was going to die, but when he mentioned this matter, he didn't give any clues. Did he know that he was calculated?

But Schiller felt that even if he knew that he was calculated, it was a situation that was bound to fail, and he would not be unwilling to destroy all the resources they could have used directly. There must be clues somewhere.

Schiller suddenly remembered that there was also a monster in the room of 1913. Could it be that the two monsters were fighting each other and both were injured?

But after thinking about it, Schiller felt that it was impossible. The monsters should not fight each other directly. The main reason was that he could not gamble. If they did not fight, in addition to facing the things on those strange ships, he would have to face two terrible monsters.

Schiller suddenly thought, what is the situation in the village now?

If something really came down from that ship, although the lighthouse was close to the pier, they might not come directly. It is more likely to rush into the village.

Schiller glanced upstairs. Batman was holding back the Joker, and the Joker was also holding back Batman. With this guy's character of fearing chaos in the world, he wanted to destroy more than just this small village. Once the old days come again, no one can escape.

And when it comes to things outside the village, an influential person must stand up. Greed is dead. No matter what dangers are around old Siltek, Schiller must find a way to get close to him.

As for why he had to go to the trouble of saving the world, in fact, if the Joker chose a different way to destroy the world, Schiller might not care, but the Deep One was really too ugly, and Schiller didn't want to become a half-man, half-fish monster.

Schiller counted the things in his hands. He had a gun with a few bullets in it and a night vision goggles, but the kitchen knife was left to Batman, and he had to get another cold weapon.

After walking around the first floor, Schiller didn't find cold weapons such as knives, but he found a crowbar. This thing is a good thing. It is of moderate length and heavy. It is very convenient to hold.

Schiller returned to the original small warehouse, ate a few bites of food to replenish calories, turned off the night vision goggles temporarily, judged the direction of the village by the direction of the dock, and then set off.

He didn't worry at all that Batman was confused about his departure. Just the footprints with water left by his walking around here were enough for Batman to figure out what was going on.

Schiller pushed open the door of the lighthouse.