Chapter 2819: Phantom Murder Space (Nine)

This issue raised Shiller's alertness. Since Jerome had asked it, it might indicate that he could be communicating with someone in the same hotel Shiller was in, but such communication might not be in real time.

The concept of a time difference became clearer before. If the time points of the two hotels were consecutive, then the one from the earlier time could leave a message for the latter, and the two would essentially be able to communicate, especially if both people had checked into the same room. Whatever was left behind by the person from an earlier timeline could immediately be seen by the person from a later timeline.

But if that were the case, how could there be a time difference? The cause of the former time should affect the latter immediately, changing the past should affect the present immediately.

Shiller then thought that in such a scenario, only the person from the earlier time point could leave messages for the person at the later time, the future couldn't send messages to the past. This was probably what caused the poor communication, only the past could direct the future.

Shiller didn't answer immediately but after dragging the conversation for a while, said, "It's possible, but there is limited time and it will come at a cost."

Shiller saw through Peter's eyes the look of realization on Jerome's face. Shiller didn't ask any new questions, while Jerome sent a message, "It seems this kid is just an ordinary person, so you must be someone formidable. I believe we can cooperate to uncover the true nature of this event."

Shiller snorted coldly, then sent a message back, "You said no one could leave this room alive, then you should treat me as if I'm a dead man rather than trying to cooperate with me. Tell me, what do you know about this room?"

Jerome seemed unwilling to easily spill the beans, but Shiller wasn't in a hurry. Feeling Shiller's unfazed composure, Jerome clearly began to wonder what Shiller was relying on. He hinted indirectly, "Something dangerous will happen in that room on the second night. I don't think you'll make it, but if you help me, I might..."

Peter suddenly packed up the communicator, saying, "He hung up."

A murderous intent flashed across Jerome's face, which Peter saw very clearly—a madness typically seen in those with antisocial personality disorder.

"I'd advise you not to lay a hand on me." Peter typed a message for him to read and said, "I know you might have a gun, but I wouldn't come here unprepared."

Jerome didn't seem to fear the words Peter had said. After making an icy expression, he focused on a small crack in the cabinet.

The gap was very small. Jerome pushed Peter away slightly, peering closely, seemingly very concerned about what the short individual staying in the room was doing inside.

Peter then remembered he had ransacked the room. This mess could be ignored by Jerome, but the short individual would certainly care about it. What if he called the hotel staff? Peter would definitely be discovered.

Jerome also looked somewhat grave, but he seemed to be waiting for something. The short man didn't call the room service; instead, he started searching the room himself. There were many hiding places in the bedroom, so he almost immediately rushed into the bedroom.

Peter's heart raced; he didn't understand why he was so afraid of this seemingly ordinary man. He still had the gear from the Spider Legion, and if anything went wrong, he could immediately return to the space where Black Sun was. But Peter just felt waves of cold, and his mind wasn't very sharp.

Peter didn't know what Jerome had seen, but he could see that Jerome's face had turned pale; his expression was somewhat dazed. Soon, Jerome looked away and pulled out a syringe, injecting it into his arm.

The syringe contained something black and red, looking somewhat like blood. Peter, with medical knowledge, knew that blood couldn't be reintroduced into the body this way; it was possibly some kind of blood-like agent.

Jerome's face remained pale, but he looked considerably better. Then he lifted his eyes to Peter. He said nothing, just held up his phone, which was off, using it like a mirror for Peter.

Peter saw his own face, terribly pale in the screen, his pupils showing signs of dilating. Why had he changed like this, doing nothing at all?

Jerome said nothing, but he seemed to be ready for something. As his footsteps stopped in front of the closet, he crouched slightly, like an arrow pulled back on a bow.

But suddenly the footsteps moved away, rushing towards the door. Jerome seemed to remember something. As the footsteps hadn't completely faded, he burst out from the closet and chased after the man.

Left in the closet, Peter was somewhat stunned. He walked out and saw some wet marks on the ground; he thought they might be from the two who had gone to the bathroom earlier and hadn't given it much thought. He stepped over the wet marks and walked away.

He felt a strong need to lie down in the bedroom to rest. Peter didn't even pay attention to the message from Shiller, and once he entered the room, he fell asleep immediately.

Realizing that Peter wasn't responding, Shiller knew something must have happened on his end. Peter's Sanity Points were alarmingly low; no matter what he encountered, he couldn't handle it alone.