This time, the bus drove for an unusually long time, perhaps to give a few people time to rest, the road did not pass through any uneven roads, the vehicle has been very stable, and several people on the bus are also drowsy.

If you are a normal person, after experiencing the previous dream event, you must not be able to sleep well at this time, and this feeling of being sleepy but not being able to sleep is the most torturous.

But the four people in the car did not have similar worries at all, they closed their eyes and began to take a nap, but several of them were not very people who needed sleep to replenish their energy, and after almost recovering their strength, the four of them woke up one after another.

Batman and Natasha have not changed much, but Bat and Schiller are a little different.

Bei Bat seemed to relax a lot, he was still wearing the light suit he had obtained from Niehlet Manor, he took off the jacket of the suit, loosened the collar of his shirt, moved his somewhat stiff neck, and let out a long breath.

Natasha, who was sitting in the front row of him, turned around, pressed her chin against the back of the chair, raised her eyebrows and said, "It's in good shape, huh?" ”

"It's been a long time since I've been in this good shape." Bei Bat raised the corners of his mouth and winked at Natasha, obviously hinting at something.

Natasha immediately showed a bright smile, the female agent pursed her lips and beckoned to Bei Ba, and the two sat down in the next row of seats, muttering there not knowing what to say.

When Schiller woke up, Batman noticed that something was wrong, so he walked over and sat down next to Schiller, then turned to look at him, and tentatively exclaimed, "Greed? ”

Schiller yawned, nodded, reached out and pulled the collar of his shirt that was a little tight, sighed and said, "I said I can't come up, I have to let me come up." ”

"What's wrong with them?" Batman asked about Schiller's other personality traits.

"It's nothing, but the commotion is too big, and it's all locked up by the superego." Schiller sighed again and said, "I don't think I'm really suitable here, I'm just a psychiatrist." ”

"I hope."

Schiller stared at Batman with wide eyes and said, "What do you mean by that?" I'm not one of the Gotham psychopaths, I'm a normal, skilled, reasonably charged psychiatrist. ”

"$300 million per quarter?"

"Why did he even tell you this?" Schiller complained, "When are you two going to go to church?" ”

As if he couldn't sit still, he got up from his chair, went to the aisle between the seats, looked left and right, knocked the back of the seat with his knuckles, and looked up at the skylight, as if he was visiting a vegetable market.

Just as he was about to shake the chair with his hand, he said into the air as if he suddenly heard something, "Okay, okay, play the game according to the rules, okay?" ”

Schiller walked back to the seat and sat down, but before he sat down for half a minute, he pointed to Batman and said, "Is there anyone in the driver's seat?" ”

"Not before."

Schiller stood up again, held on to the handrail and walked to the front of the bus, and when he looked to the side, he saw that there was really no one in the driver's seat of the bus.

The driver's seat of the bus is a separate space with a metal wall in the middle and a small door that looks just big enough for an adult to get in and out.

The door is topped by a vertical railing, below is a thick iron plate, the door is a transparent barbed wire, and a huge lock is hung on the door, on which is painted a circle of diamond-shaped markings.

Batman has already checked this lock before, and the 10 diamonds on the lock are only lit up 4 at this time, which means that they have successfully passed the four levels, and it seems that to open this lock, they must complete all 10 levels of the game.

Schiller crouched down and picked up the lock, glanced into the keyhole, and found that the keyhole was not blocked, and there was a normal structure inside.

However, the material of the lock body is very peculiar, it is not ordinary metal, it is very light but strong, and all the metal structures on the bus are like this, it does not look like it can be cracked with brute force.

It seems that there are two ways to end the game, either complete the 10 rounds or find the lock key.

But there's another question, after opening the driver's seat of the bus, where do you want to drive the car to end the game?

At this time, the remaining three people all gathered around, squatting or sitting or standing at the door of the driver's seat, Schiller shook the lock with his hand and said, "Have you ever seen that kind of horror movie with many short stories?" ”

"Deadly tape?" Natasha gave an example, saying, "The basic plot is that an organization comes to a certain place and searches and finds a bunch of videotapes, each of which is a horrific pseudo-documentary. ”

"Yes, but this kind of film has a common feature, that is, there will be a main thread that connects all the stories."

"For example, in the story of the deadly videotape, the videotape is the carrier of the horror story, each videotape represents a horror story, and the continuous discovery of the videotape and revealing the origin and meaning of the videotape is the main story."

Schiller stood up, patted the driver's door next to him and said, "Obviously this bus is the equivalent of a deadly videotape, he leads us to one horror story after another, and the secret of this bus is obviously our main story." ”

Natasha crossed her arm and nodded lightly on her toes, "That's right, in this kind of horror film composed of short stories, many horror stories will be connected, or the supporting characters and passers-by in the previous story will be the protagonists of the next story. ”

"And the one who led to this series of stories is naturally the mastermind behind the main story, and the protagonist and supporting characters will more or less intersect with him."

"Looks like we should be collecting clues in the first few stories." Schiller said.

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of several other people fell on him, and their eyes were not very friendly, which probably meant that we couldn't collect clues carefully because of whom?

Schiller coughed twice in embarrassment, and at this time Natasha also saw a familiar feeling in Schiller's demeanor, and she tried to shout, "Doctor." ”

Schiller smiled at her, and Natasha let out a sigh of relief as if she had suddenly collapsed, walked up and hugged Schiller, patted him on the back and said, "Long time no see, doctor." ”

"It's been a long time, and you're about to have your next psychological evaluation."

"I know it wasn't that long."

Bei Bat turned his head to look at Batman, he had vaguely heard the conversation between Batman and Schiller, and then he realized that he didn't know the new personality of Schiller in the car now.

Schiller leaned against the driver's door, smiled at Bei Bat and said, "It's nice to meet you, in fact, I'm Dr. Schiller." ”

"You look like a Met."

"Sort of."

Schiller yawned again, and he turned his head to look out the window at the almost unchanged view, and he was about to say something when the change abruptly changed.

"Boom !!"

Violent explosions, tumbling and fires, and everyone's eyes were dark.

Schiller didn't feel the pain, but his consciousness did break for a moment, and it was black in front of his eyes.

Although the fragment was short-lived, the recovery process was a bit long, as if he had just woken up from a fainting, Schiller regained consciousness, but not yet regained consciousness.

Gradually, he felt himself lying on the cold ground, and he thought, what a catastrophic scene.

Soon, Schiller realized that he could hear voices, and he heard some "zila-la" electric sounds above him, followed by a hazy light in his vision, which seemed to be a light bulb hanging above his head.

Then he found that he could lift his arms, but the dizziness was still heavy, so Schiller lay on the ground and did not move until he could feel his full body.

By this time, Schiller's vision had fully recovered, and the halo he saw was indeed a lamp hanging from the ceiling.

The palm of his hand felt that he was lying on the concrete floor, there were no tiles, there was no floor, the ground was a little damp, so it was extremely cold.

Schiller sat up at a very slow pace, turned his head to look in the direction of the sound of electricity, and sure enough, there was a large-headed TV in the corner above the room, on which the snowflakes were constantly playing, and the sound of zila la la was coming from the TV.

"What the hell? Don't tell me that a little puppet will come out later, and he wants to play a game with me, plagiarism is too inferior. ”

Schiller muttered, stood up and shook his neck, rubbed his waist again, and found that it didn't hurt anywhere, but his head was a little dizzy, he sighed and said, "Why did I get so excited as soon as I came up?" Is this kidnapping? ”

The snowflakes on the TV flickered twice, and the frequency of the sound changed, and Schiller turned his head to look again, and after a few flashes of the screen, a figure appeared on the screen.

It wasn't really a puppet, it was a rag doll.

Schiller crossed one hand on his waist and stretched out a finger with the other and said, "If you dare to say, 'I'm going to play a game with you,'......"

"You've got to have to play a game with me."

Schiller slapped his head on the door.

Schiller let out a long sigh and looked at the TV helplessly, the rag doll was a little girl, her skin was light brown linen, her hair was a dark brown wool braid, her eyes were sewn with two buttons, and her mouth was a stitch, but she could really open her mouth, and her mouth was red cotton.

"Schiller, you're a psychiatrist......"

"You're mistaken, I'm a psychology professor."

"Schiller, you're a psychiatrist......"

"Ragdoll, you're a repeater."

"Schiller, you're a psychiatrist......"

"Okay, okay, I am, you can go on."

"Schiller, you are a psychiatrist, you listen to the troubles of countless people, but the results of the treatment are closely related to the cost paid, you don't care about their pain, you only care about the money you gain."

"That's true."

The ragdoll pauses slightly.

"You have had countless opportunities to save the lives of others, but you cruelly refused them because they were no longer able to provide you with the material conditions you wanted."

"Don't say it, as if there are really people in this world who can provide the material conditions I want."

The ragdoll paused again.

It seems that its original line should be quite long, but somehow, instead of going on, it says, "The code to open the door is in people's hearts, you must use your superb psychological skills to learn their secrets, what will you choose this time?" ”

With a "click", a telephone fell from the ceiling, with a plug-in telephone line, and with a slight "click", Schiller saw a small secret door open under the wall behind him, and inside the secret door was a socket.

As soon as the phone line was connected, the phone rang urgently, and Schiller picked up the phone and said, "Hello? ”

"Hello? Are you a psychiatrist? ”

It was Peter Parker's voice.

(End of chapter)