They tidied up and prepared to return to the restaurant.
Room 1905 was a good place, and that hallucination monster surely still had plenty of information it had not coughed up. But on one hand, the room was too small to do much in, and on the other, this floor was unsafe. Although the elevator monster and the door-banging monster from Room 1913 were gone, there were still monsters in the other rooms.
This room had been lying in wait, trying to get Schiller killed, so Schiller had to be on guard. In contrast, the restaurant under Cobblepot's control was somewhat safer. Even if Cobblepot might already have been controlled, Colin was a scar in his heart. Schiller had used Room 1905 to let him settle the matter, then used his feelings for his mother to make him desperately want to leave the hotel. Their interests were basically aligned.
As long as the other side did not want to flip the table and forcibly take control of Cobblepot, he was temporarily trustworthy. The restaurant would make an excellent base, and Schiller's plan also needed to be carried out there.
On the way back, their luck finally improved a little. No one else called the elevator, and no monsters blocked their path. They returned to the restaurant relatively smoothly.
The moment he entered the restaurant, Schiller asked Cobblepot, "The hotel is sealed off now. Where are the kitchen scraps thrown away?"
"In the cold storage at the back," Cobblepot said. "There's really nowhere else to throw them, so they can only be frozen for now. Fortunately, there isn't much, or the restaurant would be flooded with garbage."
Schiller looked up at the ceiling. It was still studded with countless spinal columns. Then he looked at Cobblepot and asked, "Where did you