Chapter 3077 Mercury Notes (Thirty-Seven)

Chapter 3051 Mercury (thirty-seven)

The consequences of looking directly at an alien god are far more serious than Schiller imagined.

In particular, this alien god is not an unknown person. In all the works of Ai Craftsman, no investigator has looked directly at him, and even the description of his doppelganger is only a few strokes. But in the Cthulhu Mythos In the system, the more mysterious it is, the more powerful it is.

Schiller's talent in psychoanalysis, that is, his ability to empathize, makes it easier for him to feel the existence of terror. Although he looks directly at Naija's body from the dream world, in the Cthulhu mythology system, the world Everything is just a dream of Azathoth, which is no different from facing Nyarlathotep directly.

The initial feeling of a splitting headache was not the consequence, just a preview of it.

Schiller fell into a dream, and he began to have the same dream over and over again. He saw a huge ancient city in the sky that was about to collapse, and he himself was deep in the endless labyrinth of rice fields above the ground.

Blood and tears continued to flow from the eyes of the giant female corpse who was crucified. The blood soaked the rice fields, making him flounder in the mud and sink deeper and deeper.

When he concentrates on the real world, he can briefly escape from the entanglement of the soil by falling, but as soon as he loses his focus, he will return to the maze and be squeezed by the seemingly endless ears of wheat until The complete self cannot be found.

Schiller could no longer tell which part of the hallucination came from the lycanthropy curse, and which part came from Nyarlathotep.

All he knew was that these two forces interacted and even complemented each other, causing his mental state to plummet and almost hit the bottom.

Fortunately, his connection with the tower is the last layer of insurance. He can get rid of this body when necessary, and exchanging information with the tower can keep him awake for the last time, keeping his spirit infinitely close to rock bottom, but Not completely lost.

Obviously, such a state can maximize Schiller's ability to empathize. In one sentence, Schiller is terrifyingly strong now.

Of course, becoming stronger comes at a price. Hallucination is not a superpower. You can turn it on or off as you like. Once you fall into a hallucination state, the world will no longer be normal.

Schiller fell asleep for a while and finally broke out of his dream. He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. When he looked up, it was already 11:30 noon.

The problem is that he has class this morning.

He hurriedly got up from the bed, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, and saw 59 unread emails, all of which were sent to him by students.

Before he could open it, a burst of chirping noise came from behind him. Schiller stood up and turned his head, but there was nothing behind him.

When he noticed the noise, it grew louder and continued to echo in his ears.

"Professor, are you okay? I'm worried about you. If you don't feel well, just take a good rest."

"I'm sorry to bother you, Professor Rodriguez. I'm very worried when I heard that you are ill today. I hope you can take care of yourself..."

"Professor, how do you feel? If you feel too uncomfortable, go to the campus hospital. The doctors there are very gentle and will definitely make you feel better as soon as possible..."

Schiller clicked on the email on his phone, and it was indeed similar to what he heard. They were all greetings from students, full of deep worries.

Turning to the bottom, he found that Clark also sent an email saying: "Professor, I noticed that you did not arrive when class was over. I know that you have something to do in the morning. I have informed the students that you have asked for sick leave, so don't worry."

Then came Diana's email. She said: "Zatanna and Madam Xanadu have received it successfully. They have started research on the blue beetle and the magic items hanging on it. Everything is going well. There is no need to be too nervous." anxiety."

Both Oliver and Arthur sent emails, but most of them were greetings. Only Bruce sent an email asking: "Professor, I heard that you didn't come to class this morning. It's hard to imagine what could cause you to miss a class." Do it and hope Mercury doesn’t explode anytime soon, thank you.”

Putting down his phone, Schiller suddenly saw his reflection on the window glass, but in the reflection, besides himself, there were several members of the Justice League.

They were sitting around a round table with meals in the cafeteria, chatting while eating.

"He really didn't come." Clark said: "I stayed there for an extra 10 minutes. He used to be there long ago, but when the bell rang, he didn't show up. So I could only tell the students that he was on sick leave. ”

"The students were very disappointed because it seems that Professor Schiller gave them an interesting lesson yesterday. I can only emphasize to them that Professor Schiller is not in good health and will definitely make up for them in the future. They also said Got to understand.”

Diana put down the dinner plate she had just brought over and said, "He must be looking for trouble with the mastermind behind the scenes. Someone is going to be unlucky, haha."

"Don't be too happy too early." Bruce tapped the plate with his fork, attracting everyone's attention, and said very seriously: "You should really seriously consider what kind of plan can make him continue. I don’t even attend class, so the mastermind behind the scenes is not in danger of being absent from school, okay?”

"I believe that as long as you are not around him, there is no danger." Arthur said nonchalantly. Several other people also expressed the same attitude, and Bruce was speechless.

Suddenly Clark seemed to feel something. He turned around, looked at the figure at the door of the restaurant and said, "Oh my God! Professor?! Why are you here?!"

Several people hurriedly put down their dishes and gathered around. Schiller was in a trance. Wasn't he watching the illusion on the glass in his bedroom? How can hallucinations break through the glass?

"Quick, quick, take him to the lounge, my God!" Diana quickly pushed everyone and asked them to take Schiele to the lounge across the corridor.

Fortunately, the faculty cafeteria and the student cafeteria are separate. There are only a few faculty members in total, so it didn't cause any commotion.

Schiller barely woke up when he came to the lounge. He looked down and found that he was still wearing pajamas and slippers on his feet. He was indeed not in his bedroom now, and neither were the people staring at him in front of him. hallucination.

How did you get to the restaurant?

Everyone in the Justice League didn't know, and Schiller himself didn't know. After listening to his account, Clark immediately realized the seriousness of the problem. He looked at Bruce and said, "Go check the surveillance!"

At this time, they didn't actually realize that Schiller was hallucinating, and thought that someone had arranged a conspiracy to teleport Schiller here.

But when Bruce called up the surveillance camera, everyone was dumbfounded. Schiller came over by himself, and no one interfered with him at all.

Because it was meal time, almost all students and teachers were gathered in the cafeteria. Schiller walked to the faculty cafeteria without meeting anyone along the way.

This is even more terrifying than if he was teleported here.

"I didn't feel any abnormal power in him." Diana said: "And I think it is impossible for Professor Schiller to be mentally controlled. His mind is too complex and cannot be controlled by ordinary people."

Schiller sighed and attracted everyone's attention, but now in Schiller's eyes, they looked different again.

All the colors on Diana's body disappeared and she turned into a typical ancient Greek sculpture god with a halo behind her head. Arthur's head turned into a tuna, his mouth opened and closed, and he was still blowing bubbles. Behind Bruce's back Half are white angel wings, half are dark bat wings, Clark is even more heavyweight, there is actually a sun in this room.

Schiller was so shaken by him that he couldn't open his eyes, so he had to look away and said, "I'm not being controlled by anyone. I'm just in a bad mental state and have been hallucinating."

The others looked at each other, as if they didn't know what to do now, but Schiller really couldn't stay in this room any longer. No one here was not shining brightly, and the brightness in the whole room almost caught up with the surface of the sun. It was so white that nothing could be seen clearly.

This gave him no chance to distract his attention by staring at something, so he quickly fell into hallucination again. The real world began to become farther and farther away, and their voices seemed to come from the horizon. In the end, nothing was there. Can't hear clearly.

"There must be a reason for the professor to become like this. I think it would be better for us to investigate." Diana said.

"I sensed that the professor was confused," Clark said. "It was so confusing that I couldn't discern his emotions."

"I asked Lilith to come over." Bruce picked up his cell phone and sent a message to Tianzhao Lilith, and continued: "She has mind-reading skills, and she may be able to figure out what is going on with Schiller's current mental state."

Lilith arrived soon. When she heard about this situation, she didn't hesitate and immediately activated her abilities.

But suddenly she covered her head, let out a scream, and then squatted on the ground.

Several people hurriedly helped her to the bed next to her. Lilith sat there and took several breaths. The girl who had always been very calm said in a rare panic.

"I saw some horrible things that I can't describe." Lilith's tone was trembling. "He always has these things in his mind. I can't go any further."

Bruce held her shoulders and pressed down with a little force, making her feel controlled. Lilith's condition improved a little. Bruce looked into her eyes and said, "Do you have the inspiration for prophecy?"

Lilith sat there in silence for a long time, took a deep breath, and then said: "Someone will die tragically, just...just tonight."

"Who? Who will die tragically?"

"I have no idea."

"Where will he die?"

"I have no idea."

Bruce asked the most crucial question.

"Did Schiller have anything to do with his death?"

Under everyone's attentive gaze, the pale Lilith raised her head, and then nodded slowly.