The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Follow the clone of the little girl Alessa into the elevator.

To put it nicely, it's called an elevator; to put it worst, it's a rusty iron cage. Even the panel with the floor buttons was leaking an unknown liquid. As soon as the two of them stepped in, the elevator door creaked shut, and the bottom button lit up.

Realizing that Alessa was still dragging him, Watson shook his arms.

The little girl turned back to look at him and silently held her hands tighter. Judging from the expression on her face, she was probably afraid that Watson, the lunatic, would climb out of the elevator and demolish a few more walls.

But isn't Silent Hill designed to attract psychopaths...

Which of the protagonists in the past is a normal person?

At this time, the surroundings of this elevator without lights had fallen into darkness. He could feel that he was descending rapidly. It took several minutes before the elevator's downward trend gradually stopped.

The little girl disappeared without knowing when.

Watson stepped into the spacious room in front of him. There was a circular altar nearly 10 meters in diameter in front of him. A thin figure knelt in the center, and that appearance made him feel inexplicably familiar.

Boom!

The heavy elevator door slammed behind him with a loud bang.

Ignoring what was happening behind him, Watson walked straight towards the altar. After he got around the dense barbed wire fence, he finally saw clearly who the thin man in the center of the altar was.

The other person's face has no facial features at all, just like the plastic mannequins often seen in shopping mall clothing stores, retaining only the basic outline of eye sockets, lips and nose. But this body was too familiar to Watson, he had seen it countless times in his previous life.

This is what my body looked like in my previous life.

Wearing a pair of shorts, ‘Watson’ knelt on the stage, like a robot that had lost its power. Several strong arms made of barbed wire and flesh were pulling at his body. ‘Watson’ just let them move, with no intention of resisting or escaping. Just being pulled, shaken, pulled again, shaken again...

Looking at the scene in front of him, Watson once had auditory hallucinations in his ears.

It was the harsh curse of a strong man.

Looking around, there was no other living thing in the empty room. Perhaps after losing her triangular head and watching Watson rampage around the hospital, Alessa realized that the monsters were no threat to him.

She chose another way.

tom!

A strange hand held a stick and hit 'Watson' on the back, making a muffled sound. He leaned forward and almost fell, but after regaining his balance, he sat back down on his own initiative.

Shaking his head slightly, Watson turned and walked towards the door not far away.

He didn't look back.

......

The door opened inwards on its own initiative, and Watson's vision was suddenly swallowed up by strong light.

"Come in, stranger."

The little girl's delicate voice reached Watson's ears for the first time. He quickly closed his eyes twice and immediately regained his vision. In front of her was a ward with simple tables, chairs and a bathroom. Alessa, wearing a blue school uniform, was sitting on the edge of the bed shaking her legs:

"I'm sorry, I can only speak here."

There is a blond nurse wearing a red coat beside her, but the other person's back is always turned to her. Next to the nurse stood a triangular-headed man holding a long-handled hammer, but...his body was obviously one size smaller.

"That last one of yours was pretty good. It worked better than any previous monster."

Watson walked slowly towards the hospital bed. He thought he could see the severely burned body of the little girl Alessa through most of the thick yellow gauze curtain.

But there was nothing on the bed.

"But you didn't go get him out."

The person who spoke was the little girl's clone beside the bed: "You are not even willing to give him a hand."

Watson didn't answer, just observed the other person carefully. He recalled the story of the first generation of "Silent Hill", where the little girl Alessa's body escaped from the fire to protect the protagonist, and finally seemed to be swallowed up by the flames again.

That was originally in 1983.

But the story of Resident Evil can happen in advance, who can guarantee that the plot of Silent Hill will remain the same as before?

"If I really go to save that guy..."

Watson glanced at the triangular head on the left, and then turned his gaze back to Alessa's face, which was staring at him: "You must have arranged a lot of trouble behind, and I'm sorry to disappoint you. Since we are now We are already face to face, so I suggest you get straight to the point.”

"Your mind makes me curious..."

The little girl jumped off the floor and walked to Watson: "I can feel that you still have fear in your heart, but you don't seem to have any corresponding expression at all. Aren't those monsters wandering in the hospital reflected from your heart? ?"

"...They really are."

Watson pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at the little girl who was silent for a while: "You are not wrong, those monsters are what I fear most in my nightmares. And then that big fat man dressed as a woman... "

He couldn't help but smile: "I have to thank you, it reminds me of the time when I was scared to wear a skirt."

Alessa said nothing.

The little girl just pouted her mouth, wrung her hands together, and waited quietly for Watson's next words. Everyone who enters the dimensional world will be dialyzed by her power. What irreparable mistakes this person has made, what experiences he doesn’t want to mention, and even his hidden personality...

will be reflected by Silent Hill.

But Alessa was unable to use them this time to understand the past experience of the man in front of her.

The other person's mind is as blurry as the thick fog in Silent Hill. Sometimes it seems that part of it is revealed, but it seems to be a complete illusion. It was like cutting up dozens of film clips of different themes and mixing them together, with no correlation between them. This even made Alessa doubt Silent Hill and her own abilities for the first time.

"When you live alone long enough, you learn to live with fear. Because no matter how scared you are, no one will comfort you, so you have to bear it alone."

Watson looked into Alessa's eyes: "It's that simple."

But simple doesn't mean easy, and I didn't get through it at first.

How can people's fears be limited to monsters and monsters?

He did not say these two sentences.

"...Why are you here?"

Alessa was silent for a while and then directly chose to change the topic.

"Because Silent Hill is causing trouble for me." Watson folded his arms and leaned forward, looking directly into the little girl's eyes: "It's targeting my...friend."

"Then your friend must be in pain inside."

Alessa sat back on the bed and folded her arms like Watson: "I can't choose a target for Silent Hill. Although this land gave birth to consciousness, it is far from being called 'spiritual intelligence' It’s like a zebra on the grassland. It will lower its head to eat grass when it is hungry, and it never cares where the grass grows.”

"I thought you were completely integrated."

"My body has been destroyed long ago, and now I am just a soul attached to this land." When the little girl said this, the nurse who had been carrying her body slowly turned around. Watson felt that the nurse's uniform on the other party was probably the cleanest in the entire Silent Hill, and that pretty face should also be pleasing to the eye...

If this face wasn't bleeding from all the orifices at the moment.

The little girl Alessa didn't dislike it at all, and just lay comfortably in the nurse's arms: "I know you may not believe it, but this is beyond my control. And everyone who is selected to enter Silent Hill , it’s all for a reason. At least it used to be.”

"once?"

"The things that those fools enshrine in the church are extracting the power of this land every moment, so Silent Hill is forced to capture more people's souls from the outside world for testing. Maybe if this continues, this place It would be completely out of control.”

"I understand."

Watson was a bit dumbfounded: "So why did you stop me in the first place? Do you think I am someone who will join them? You can wait until I attack those guys outside the church before you judge my position."

"Not because of this."

The little girl reached out and touched the nurse's face, but strangely no blood stuck to her face: "It's because I don't have much time."

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When Watson left Brookhaven Hospital, he had an extra weapon on his back.

The long-handled hammer in the hand of the triangular head.

According to Alessa's intention, as long as she uses this hammer to smash the seal totem on the church altar, the power protecting the cultists will escape, creating an opportunity for her to invade.

The ride to the church was uneventful.

The originally dark red sky still gave people a heavy and depressing sense of doom, but the monsters that appeared from time to time were completely missing. It wasn't until Watson got closer to the cathedral that he felt a little bit of popularity.

Those were the two believers standing guard at the gate.

They wore heavy leather protective clothing, and the gas masks on their faces were even more exaggerated than those of chemical defense troops. Watson took advantage of the cover of the dim sky and electromagnetic noise to successfully approach after a small circle.

puff!

There was a slight sound of falling to the ground, but the cultists standing guard a few meters away did not notice it. He just looked nervously at the street on the right, as if a group of extremely weird humanoid figures might walk out from there at any time.

However, a shuddering chill penetrated from the back of his head, and the man's body trembled, and then he lost consciousness.

Watson wiped the blood on the sword blade and walked slowly to the double doors three to four people high. The large patterns carved on the facade are very exquisite, and the top and bottom are full of religious atmosphere. The final picture composed of these strange shapes is exactly the image of the fallen angel Samael in Watson's memory.

Press both hands on a door and push it open.

Why does this feel like a door opening in "Dark Souls"? Watson listened to the heart-wrenching sound of the metal door bolt rubbing, and an inexplicable thought came to his mind.

As the door was slowly pushed open, the scene inside the church finally came into view.

The ground was full of people wearing rags, kneeling and praying. At this time, they all turned to look at Watson, rows of thin and sunken faces full of surprise. Watson stepped down the stairs step by step. He did not use the black light virus to restrain his movements. Every step echoed around the old ceiling.

"Look at him..."

"Look at that outfit!"

"Don't go there! He has weapons on him!"

"He's a foreigner! There haven't been any strangers here for many years!"

As Watson stepped onto the central corridor, the cultists observing him up close began to whisper. The female bishop standing on the altar at the end of the corridor turned around and saw the noisy believers in a vegetable market. She opened her mouth and shouted:

"quiet!"

The people who were still whispering to each other instantly closed their mouths and looked towards the altar with a pair of eyes with enthusiasm. The white-haired female bishop looked very satisfied, and took the initiative to ask Watson: "Who are you?"

"I've said enough for today."

Watson let out a long sigh, pulled out the two T-shaped swords from his back, tilted his head and looked at the female bishop: "Do you think we should go through the process first, or start directly?"

The female bishop's wrinkled eyes suddenly widened, and she saw the hammer on the back of the man in front of her.

"That's the devil's weapon!!!"

The mouth was opened completely, revealing two rows of black and yellow rotten teeth. A shrill scream came from the throat of the female bishop, which made Watson's ears feel uncomfortable: "He is the messenger of the devil!! Kill him! Kill him. Kill him!!!"

With a crash, the crowd around Watson boiled like boiling water. As if they had seen something extremely terrifying, they grabbed the arms of their companions and started talking nonsense. For a while, the whole church was filled with panicked voices.

"Die!!!"

Several strong men holding axes and iron bars rushed toward Watson, their eyes as red as a bacterial infection. The naked upper body is covered with patterns, looking like a totem warrior from a civilized and uncivilized tribe.

Watson quickly rushed forward into a man's arms, and the sword blade in his right hand penetrated through the chin like lightning. The man's throat, which had been roaring angrily just a second ago, suddenly stopped moving. His whole body just started to go limp when Watson pushed the unlucky guy behind him.

There is really nothing to say about dealing with these miscellaneous soldiers.

Now Watson feels that he is becoming more and more like a clockwork man, but his ballet-like dance steps are of course much simplified when he uses them. The two T-shaped swords have become more and more handy, and Watson can block melee attacks in the blind spots of his field of vision without even turning his head.

boom!

Just when the last enemy was cleared, a bullet hit Watson. He turned around and saw that it was a man holding a revolver, huddled in the corridor on the second floor and shooting at himself.

Immediately afterwards, the small doors on both sides of the altar were kicked open, and several guys holding long and short guns squeezed out.

"I almost forgot, thanks for reminding me."

Watson wiped his hands behind his back a few times, and the two T-shaped swords were replaced by two M9 pistols. He didn't give the group of enemies on the opposite side any more time to attack, he raised his guns and opened fire.

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

The two pistols were fired by Watson in medium-speed bursts. Before the cultists holding the weapons could take aim, they were hit by Watson's bullets. Except for a few who ran to the back and fell down successfully, the others had no time to escape.

The gunshot replaced all movement, hit the ceiling hard, and then rushed back to people's eardrums.

The panicked believers screamed loudly and hid outside. They did not dare to leave the church, but just rushed towards the surrounding corners desperately. Some relatively thin people were directly crushed to the ground and endured the ruthless trampling.