The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Stark took Schiller to the power distribution room on the top floor. As he walked, he looked around and said, "This place still maintains the same structure as when I first took over the Stark Group. It's nostalgic..."

Just when he turned to look at the glass next to him, the shadow of a head covered with long black hair flashed across the glass, and Stark let out another yell.

He wanted to turn back to look for Schiller, but when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the shadow of a circus clown with an exaggerated wig and a red nose at the end of the corridor behind him.

Stark turned his face back again and let out a scream. He didn't know which way to turn his head for a moment.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?" Schiller asked, looking at Stark, and then he continued: "Didn't you provide Nick with those theories about ghosts?"

"Yes, but this is different from research. It's like even if you are a medical student who often dissects cadavers and run away from zombies, the ghosts in the laboratory will not rush up and bite me!"

Stark looked around suspiciously. He frowned and recalled, "When I was promoted, I didn't seem to have seen this universe, or it wasn't like this at the time."

"Because according to our timeline, this has only happened in the past year or so." Schiller said, looking at the female ghost reflected in the mirror.

Stark opened his mouth and said hesitantly: "You can also see them, but according to my original research, only people who are afraid of ghosts have brain wave wavelengths..."

"There are many me." Schiller answered concisely.

Stark sneered, obviously a little dissatisfied with Schiller's answer, but he didn't say anything more. Just as he turned back to walk, he saw another pair of light, swollen feet almost covered with corpse spots. Hit him on the forehead.

"what!!!!"

After Stark finished shouting, he clenched his fists tightly and turned to shout at Schiller who came over.

"You said you were going out to throw away garbage, and asked me if I wanted to accompany you, but you actually kicked me into the portal, Schiller! You damn liar, you lied to me again!!!"

"I'm actually here to take out the trash."

"What about the trash?"

"fall down."

Stark slapped him on the forehead.

Schiller looked at him and said, "I'm hungry."

Stark turned around helplessly and continued walking forward, but the hanged ghost and the disheveled female ghost would appear in front of Stark from time to time to scare him, and he had not finished walking for several minutes on a stretch of dozens of meters.

Then Schiller discovered that Stark was not afraid of ghosts at all. He was afraid of all sudden scares, which is called "jump scare" in English.

The reason why this conclusion can be drawn is that Stark was still frightened when a black monster that looked not much different from an alien suddenly rushed out of the door of the power distribution room at their destination. One jump.

But for some reason, this black monster hurried past the ceiling without even looking at Stark and Schiller. Schiller looked at its retreating back and said in a regretful tone: "If you move faster, If so, we might be able to catch it.”

"Don't think about that." Stark swallowed and said, "I just saw injuries on this thing's back. It might have escaped because it couldn't defeat a monster inside. What's in the power distribution room? "

Stark cautiously leaned towards the door of the power distribution room. Through the crack of the open door, he saw the figure of a thin woman with disheveled hair, and the most eye-catching thing was that she was hanging down beside her. , like the two claws of a ghost hand.

"What the hell? Is this a monster from a movie or TV show running out? Isn't the universe chaotic enough?" Stark lowered his voice and said, "I seem to have seen this thing in the game Peter played, right? Will she go crazy if the sound is too loud?"

"Nick's inspiration for making them should be movies, TV shows and games." Schiller said calmly.

Stark's eyes widened and he said: "Nick made this, what on earth is he doing?!!"

Then he looked at the witch who had not calmed down with some embarrassment, and then discovered that the skin of this female humanoid monster was very dry and looked like a mummy. Where did Nick dig this thing out from?

After a moment of hesitation, Stark made a decision. He said, "I know the location of the power distribution interface. Theoretically, we can bypass this monster. The only problem is that I don't have night vision, so I'm afraid I have to rely on Your symbiote..."

"He's on vacation."

"what?"

"Literally, Gray Mist is on vacation, so I don't have a symbiote available now." Schiller stood on the other side of the door, looked at Stark and said, "Tell me your plan, and then I'll go in."

But he suddenly saw Stark's hesitant expression, his brown eyes staring at Schiller unblinking, and then asked: "Does this mean you will be injured now?" Schiller reached out and touched his forehead. Blood flowing from the wound.

Stark looked away guiltily, touched his lips and said, "You can't do this with a doctor's body, it's too crazy."

"We are Schiller too."

"Of course you are not." Stark didn't mean to joke at all, he said: "You are just parasites living in his body that will make him lose control and encounter dangers, no different from possessed ghosts."

Just as Schiller was about to speak, Stark jumped in front of him and said, "I know you call it sick, and you claim to be the mentally ill side of Schiller, but who on earth would repeatedly mention that he is sick in front of a patient?"

"But we are also the source of his abilities."

"What ability?" Stark asked in surprise, and then he found Schiller staring at his face without speaking, or to be precise, staring at the wound on his head.

Stark recalled it and found that when he and Schiller were fighting, Schiller's strength was abnormally large, and it was even more outrageous when he was fighting the giant security zombie. The zombie weighed at least 250 pounds. But Schiller could pick it up like a rag doll and smash it to the ground.

Schiller glanced at the situation under the door and said, "I can artificially lift the muscle restrictions."

Stark's eyes widened, and Schiller pressed his hand on the door and continued: "And I have a certain range of sensing, like radar, and I can feel the woman in the room calming down."

Just as Stark was about to say something, there was intermittent crying in the room. Stark remembered Peter explaining to him that this kind of monster called a witch would cry just in the way, and anyone who disturbed her would She will take crazy revenge.

"This is too risky." Stark raised his lips to reveal his teeth, looked at Schiller and said, "Even if you don't die, it will still hurt."

"But your good doctor can't feel it."

Stark had nothing to say, but he was always very resistant to letting his friends take risks. His intelligent brain began to work crazily, and suddenly he said something like a flash of inspiration.

"Why didn't this monster chase the alien?" Stark rolled his eyes upward, then looked up at the ceiling, and said, "She can't fly or climb, so her head is safe... …Follow me, let’s go upstairs!”

Schiller stared at the monster and refused to leave. Stark suddenly found that the tricks he usually used to deal with Helen were suitable for use now, because Schiller really looked like a squatting in front of the shelf looking at the gaudy toys. A kid who wants to go.

"Listen, I don't think you are Schiller, so I can probably give you another name. I've seen the so-called sick part before, and he also likes to talk very much, so I call him Artificial Intelligence No. 1, you are Artificial Intelligence No. 2..."

Schiller finally looked away, looked at Stark intently and said, "Besides greed, the first thing you recognize should be arrogance..."

"That's Hydra No. 1." Stark stood up straight, put his hands on his hips, and then stretched out a finger and said: "Okay, Artificial Intelligence No. 2, let's not waste any more time, and you'd better not Treat that woman as food. According to my rich understanding of the female figure, this guy should be so skinny that only bones are left. I guarantee that even if you try hard to catch her, you will never get a bite of meat."

Schiller stood up straight with some reluctance, and Stark was finally able to lead him upstairs.

Eddie was standing in the utility room of the hospital and took out a roll of fire safety straps from the bottom of the cabinet. It was used to rappel victims on high floors during fires, so it was very long and quite strong.

"What the hell are you doing?" Venom asked.

"I'm going to drop directly from the window to the ground to avoid the zombies that may exist in the hospital corridors and wards." Eddie licked his lips, looking very nervous. He had just seen from the house number that this was the eighth floor, so he was It's a very exciting height.

"Are you wrong?!" Venom said in an incredible tone: "When I controlled your body, you refused to jump from the sixth floor. Now you say that you don't need my help and have to rely on this broken belt to jump from the eighth floor." Go downstairs?!"

Eddie squatted on the spot, grinned, took a deep breath, grabbed the fire safety belt tightly, and said: "Listen, Venom, I'm not trying to be a hero. You have to understand that we are in a strange place." To survive in this world, there is no supply and no way out.”

"Now is not the time for you to kill everyone. Zombie viruses cannot attack your symbiote factors, but this does not mean that you will not be consumed by fighting with them. As long as you fight, you will inevitably be injured. Once your power is exhausted, both of us will Gotta die.”

"As you can see, the situation in this world is very strange. The grimace I just saw was not my imagination. There may be more monsters here than we can imagine, so we have to prepare for the worst. Your power should Save it for when it’s more important.”

"Are you serious? Eddie?!" Venom asked in disbelief: "Are you going to use your body to fight monsters that you can't possibly defeat?"

"I'm not you, Venom." Eddie lowered his hand, put the fire safety belt at his feet, and put his arms on his knees. "I'm not a monster like you who was born powerful but can't use his strength now for various reasons. , being strong is not my normal state, being weak is."

"Humans are a weak species who may fall to death if they step down the stairs. Our ability to survive and rule this world has never depended on strong physical strength. I will survive here and take you with me. Understand?"

Venom was silent for a long time, and then he said like a troubled child: "I still think you are crazy, but do whatever you want. If you want me to save you, buy me three times the chocolate balls when you go back. "

Eddie picked up the fire safety belt again and started to tie it on himself, and said, "Then you just wait until you get hungry."