The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 2795: Weird Feast Nightmare (Part 3)

Many times, this world is like what you fear will come true.

Ding!

As soon as the elevator door opened on the 7th floor, Schiller did not open his eyes, but rushed out of the elevator at the fastest speed, recalling the layout of the 7th floor that he had seen through Peter's eyes. He first bypassed the entrance, walked through a long corridor and turned right.

After pushing open a glass door, the lights in front of him were bright.

Schiller, who was used to the darkness, was shaken for a moment. He stretched out his arm to block his eyes, slowly opened his eyes, and squinted at the bright light ahead.

A group of people looked at him with surprise.

Schiller slowly put down his arms, and then he saw that the huge restaurant was full of tables, and each table was full of people. Eight huge chandeliers lit up brilliant lights, and neatly dressed waiters stood on both sides waiting to serve.

The closest to Schiller was a man in a chef's uniform. Schiller saw that his head was completely melted and piled on his neck, but when the light flashed, a handsome and elegant old man appeared, with silver hair neatly combed behind his head.

Schiller looked at the center of the restaurant in a trance. Everyone was sitting on chairs in bright and beautiful dresses, looking at the menus on the table, and other chefs were busy in the door leading to the kitchen at the other end.

"It seems that our last guest has arrived." The chef said, "I think you should still remember the seat you reserved?"

"Yes..." Schiller said, "I reserved... a seat by the window."

"Then go quickly."

Schiller slowly walked to the last empty seat at the table by the window, as if that seat was prepared for him. He sat down and saw that the figure sitting opposite him had a familiar face - Jerome Valeska.

He was wearing a plaid suit, his hair was combed very neatly, and he was wearing black glasses that made him look very honest. At this time, he was staring at the menu in his hand intently, and he seemed to be muttering something.

The movement of Schiller sitting down attracted his attention. He looked up at the man in front of him, but when he saw his dazed eyes and dilated pupils, he lowered his head again and continued to look at the menu.

Schiller gradually put away his confused expression, because the chef's attention was already on other people. He began to look at the people around him. There was no doubt that even if the hotel in this timeline was not so seriously polluted, it was unlikely that so many intact people would sit together.

Some of them hid their true colors.

Schiller did not think that he had seen the fleeting illusion just now, but the Cthulhu mythology system was like this. Before everything became abnormal, they were all normal. Although many things had early signs, many people lost the ability to judge whether they were normal, so they could not discover the horror hidden around them.

Schiller did not intend to explore this abnormality, because unfortunately, he brought something more abnormal.

Schiller huddled in a chair, flipping through the menu like all diners, ignoring what was happening outside the window, but more than ten seconds later, the lights in the restaurant began to flicker.

Bang!

A loud noise came from the door of the restaurant, as if something was hitting the door. All the diners looked up in confusion. Schiller imitated their expressions, as if he didn't know what was hitting the door outside.

The chef suddenly turned his head to look outside the door. He seemed to see something and walked slowly towards the door, but stopped halfway and raised his hand to press down gently.

All the diners lowered their heads. Schiller felt something was pressing his head down. The touch was wet, like a floating corpse that had been soaked in water for several days.

Schiller lowered his head voluntarily. It was better not to let him see.

But he still raised his eyes and looked at the chef gently. He was sure that the chef was not looking at him and should not suspect that he brought that thing. Schiller breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he really did it on purpose, because he knew that there were two forces that restrained each other in this hotel, so it could be inferred that the things that were usually locked up blocked the way of certain existences. As long as these things could be released and brought to another conspiracy, it would be very likely to cause trouble for the other party.

Sure enough, the waiters who were standing neatly by the window lined up and walked towards the door. The banging continued. Schiller did not hear any screams, but a waiter disappeared outside the door.

A bustling whisper sounded.

This was more terrible than any screams and wails. Schiller heard some sounds coming from outside the door and echoing in the room. He wanted to raise his hands to cover his ears, but he felt it was too conspicuous.

The best option now was to rupture his eardrums directly, but unfortunately, the thing pressing on his head seemed to be waiting for an opportunity. If he reached out for the fork now, he would definitely be discovered.

Schiller's face began to become as pale as other diners, his expression became dazed, his pupils gradually dilated, and his mouth began to echo those whispers, but his sanity value was infinite, so as long as there was no armed conflict...

Bang! ! ! ! ! !

A strong tremor interrupted all whispers in the restaurant, and then there was a sudden shock, and Schiller immediately felt a sticky liquid flowing from his nose, and blood dripping on the table in front of him.

But the thing pressing on his head was no longer so strong, so Schiller had time to reach out and wipe his nose with a napkin, and many diners next to him seemed to have just woken up from a dream.

But soon, the waiters came back in a row and stood in the corresponding positions step by step. It seemed that the trouble had been solved. Although Schiller could no longer feel the things above his head, he did not act rashly under the gaze of many people.

Taking this opportunity, he paid attention to Jerome opposite.

The reason why he was sure that this was Jerome was because the temperaments of the two brothers were completely different.

The story of the two Valeska brothers in "Gotham" is very interesting. In summary, Jerome is a born bad seed with all the characteristics of narcissistic personality disorder and antisocial personality, but he pushed all the bad things he did on his brother.

Jerome has a perfect disguise and has always been a good man in the eyes of everyone. He went to college step by step. He is smart, steady, and full of gentlemanly demeanor.

But Jerome, who was framed, has been a bad boy in the eyes of everyone since he was a child. He was considered to be a bad boy and was always excluded and abused, which led to his mental condition getting worse and worse. In the end, of course, he dropped out of school and became a complete lunatic.

All of the above is the story in the original book.

Since Bruce Jr. got the power of the evil god, everything has changed. One of the two brothers became an insurance investigator. Schiller suspected that it was Jerome, because Jerome was more like the clown he knew, and he kept chasing Bruce Jr. and almost rushed into his house.

But with Jerome's education and personality, he should not apply for a job at an insurance company. Instead, Jerome, who has a low education and a bad mental state, may be reduced to doing this job.

After all, they look exactly the same. It is difficult to tell who is who without being disfigured. The clowns are all cunning. Schiller can't be 100% sure that the one sitting in front of him must be Jerome.

The reason why we need to find out who is who is because the two brothers have different personalities. Jerome is pure madness, while Jerome is well disguised. Their goals are also different. One seems to want to destroy Gotham purely, while the other wants to rule Gotham.

More importantly, their relationship with Batman is different, which is why Schiller thinks Jerome is more like the Joker. In the original book, Jerome has been circling around Bruce, while Jerome is more independent.

Jerome has a deeper connection with Bruce Jr., so if it is Jerome in front of him, Schiller is sure to guess that Bruce Jr. is also hiding at this time. If it is Jerome, the evidence is insufficient.

Just as Schiller was thinking, the chef clapped his hands vigorously.

Snap!

All the diners slowly raised their heads and turned to look in that direction. The chef stood in the middle and said.

"Thank you all for coming. Next, I and all the chefs of the Wayne Hotel will present a perfect feast for you. I will introduce you to the dishes and stories of all the ingredients. I hope you will spend a perfect day here."

Very good, it seems that this day is destined to be imperfect, Schiller thought in his heart, I want to see what else you can do.

The waiters walked to the kitchen like a stream, and soon they came out again, each holding a black tray, and stood beside each table with a plate, placing dishes one after another in front of the diners.

The process was very standardized and the movements were very elegant. If you ignore the fact that there was a human head on the plate, it would definitely be a good start to a perfect day.

Schiller looked down at what looked like a human head on the plate. It was not very accurate to say that it was a human head. It should be a head with completely rotten skin, half rotten brain, and all eyeballs fallen off.

But Schiller still vaguely judged from the structure of the bones that this person was himself, and not Neog Sosip, but Schiller Rodriguez.

The rotten lips moved.

"I ate them, swallowed them into my stomach, turned them into my nutrients, and became the flowers nurtured by their souls.

They are getting fewer and fewer, they are getting fewer and fewer, I feel hungry, death is coming to me, and the flowers are gradually withering.

I ate myself, first my spleen, slipping into my stomach, thorns growing on the petals, and hardwood turning into soft rhizomes.

They are getting more and more, they are getting more and more, I have never felt so satisfied, I am about to become a big tree.

Now, it's your turn, it's your turn."

Schiller looked around, all the heads at the table were reciting the same poem, and after the voice fell, someone picked up the tableware.

...

The door of the restaurant was pushed open.

An identical man walked in, and under the guidance of the chef, he sat back in his original position, with his own head in front of him.

The slight sound of the clash of knives and forks echoed in the restaurant, and a veritable feast began.

Inspired by "Menu"