The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

It was a passing figure.

Jiang Yilin didn't see it clearly at first, but when he concentrated his attention and put his eyes on the rearview mirror again, he found that there was nothing behind him, and the figure had disappeared.

——Could it be... is it my illusion?

The black-haired youth narrowed his eyes slightly.

Jiang Yilin kept paying attention to the seat behind him, and since then, there has been no problem.

After a few hours, the high-intensity driving made the black-haired young man a little tired.

There seemed to be some cloudy clouds in the sky, and the sky seemed to be darkening ahead of time, covering his vision heavily.

Jiang Yilin looked at the driving recorder again, and found that it was only about two or three kilometers away from Silent Hill.

For some reason, he felt that the room temperature in the car seemed to have dropped a bit, and the atmosphere was a bit oppressive, as if it was tightly locked in his heart.

Jiang Yilin tapped the edge of the steering wheel lightly with his right finger, he pursed his lips, and turned on the radio.

In the radio station, it seems to be playing a nursery rhyme from the Middle Ages.

Even though the equipment in the car was old, the voices inside could be heard clearly, as if...someone was really singing in his ear.

On the radio, the boy's voice sounded extremely immature, crisp and crisp, like a holy voice from heaven, as if it could wash away all the tiredness and sin in everyone's heart.

The voice seemed to have a calming effect, Jiang Yilin's hand gently stroked the edge of the steering wheel, continued to concentrate, and drove the car forward.

At this moment, the black-haired youth noticed that there seemed to be something wrong.

The dark clouds that were slowly gathering seemed to be blown away by something.The sky became foggy, and on the transparent glass window, white snowflakes were gently falling, leaving traces of kisses one by one.

——This sudden change of scenery is too ghostly... It's like sailing into another world.

Jiang Yilin narrowed his eyes slightly, and he felt something was wrong.

however,

Just at this time,

It seems that this young man covered in blood suddenly appeared,

Standing straight in front of his car.

The black-haired youth slammed on the brakes!

The sudden brake caused Jiang Yilin's forehead to hit the top of the steering wheel, and there was a little red mark in the middle of his forehead.

The black-haired young man opened his eyes, only to find that in front of the flashing light, it was empty... as if nothing had ever existed.

——There is no such thing as a corpse.

He wanted to turn off the sound of the radio and go down to check the situation.

"Well, what's going on... there is no way to turn it off?"

However, even if he pressed the stop button, the voice on the radio still didn't stop...it seemed like it was endlessly chanting.

Jiang Yilin's extremely slender fingers paused, as if realizing something, he stretched out his hand and slammed it on the blue mirror screen, but the voice inside remained unchanged.

Jiang Yilin sneered, and quickly turned the car key, causing the whole car to stall.

"pat--"

The engine of the engine, let out a roar, and finally stopped running.

Even so... the singing on the radio has not stopped!

At this moment, a voice came from the back seat of the car.

It was a voice with a little melancholy.

"Brother...you can't close it."

"Have you forgotten? This is what we heard when our mother took us to church when we were young... Have you forgotten, brother?"

Jiang Yilin looked back sharply, and saw his younger brother leaning on the seat, looking at him with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

No...you can't say it's my younger brother.

The boy had a face that was somewhat similar to his brother's, but looked a little younger.

Half of his face seemed to be doused by some boiling hot soup, and he looked extremely hideous. His white shirt, which looked like a school uniform, was covered with traces of blood.

His left shoulder has been completely removed, leaving only one empty sleeve.

The young man seemed to be trying his best to smile, but on that completely disfigured face, it didn't look like any kindness, it would only make people feel creepy.

"Brother, you can't close it."

The boy was still speaking kindly, but in the next second, his ghost-like face... suddenly approached him!

The tips of their noses were pointing to each other, as if the young man would be able to swallow Jiang Yilin if he just got a little closer.

"Brother, I told you, you can't turn it off...how can you be willing to turn it off? That's the prayer we listened to in the church..."

The boy tilted his head and said.

At this time, the chanting voice on the radio hadn't stopped, but it was suddenly accelerated several times!

What makes people feel ironic is that with just such a slight change, the originally extremely holy voice has changed into a strong sense of oppression and sharpness... It's like singing from hell...

The young man stretched out his other relatively intact hand and touched Jiang Yilin's cheek, but the palm of that hand was already bald—his five fingers seemed to have been pulled out by someone with some kind of tool.

The bare fingertips rubbed against Jiang Yilin's cheek.

"Brother...you can't close it."

The hideous-looking young man smiled softly, as if he was acting like a spoiled child.

"My brother seems to feel a little uncomfortable after hearing this, and his brows are wrinkled. I really want to help my brother...but, look...my hands are gone...how can I close it for you?"

As the boy said, he looked at the steering wheel again.

In the next second, the car moved forward strangely, even maintaining the speed it should have been driving before Jiang Yilin turned it off.

What surprised the black-haired young man the most was...his car keys had obviously been pulled out.

As the distance between them got closer, and with the blood-stained fingertips rubbing the cold breath on his face, Jiang Yilin developed an intuition.

——This extremely weird aura... He knew that this person was definitely not his younger brother!

Jiang Yilin calmly looked at the face in front of him, and with his right hand, he suddenly pressed the switch of the car door beside him, only to find that the door seemed to be tightly locked.

The black-haired young man pressed his elbow against the window of the car again, as if he wanted to use his strength to break it open. However, the door seemed to be trapped by some external force, and it was impossible to open it from the inside.

"It's useless, brother... Brother... You are so naive, it's useless, brother."

The voice of brother kept echoing in the ears of the black-haired young man, and his tone seemed extremely lingering.

Jiang Yilin gritted his teeth, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes. After several collisions to no avail, he grabbed the young man in front of him by the neck.

"elder brother……?"

The boy's expression seemed to be a little unbelievable, and then, a look of disappointment seemed to flash across the ghostly face.

The black-haired young man's fingers did not pass through the young man's neck where the flesh had faded away, but he felt the slippery blood in the palm of his hand.

——Is it not a hallucination, but an entity?

This thought flashed through his mind quickly, and with his own momentum, Jiang Yilin controlled the boy in this way, and landed straight to the rear of the car.

Immediately afterwards, he used the weight of his body to smash open the window of the rear door of the car.

For some unknown reason, the rear window was not as strong as the front window, and Jiang Yilin smashed it open with just one blow.

The boy didn't seem to have thought that Jiang Yilin would do such a thing. Since the car was still driving and the speed was not slow, Jiang Yilin fell out. Fortunately, he protected the key parts of the human body in time. After a few rolls, there were no serious injuries.

The black-haired young man only felt a slight pain from the position of his knee.

He stretched out his hands to support himself. Fortunately, some of the big roads under the snow were still slightly slippery, which also helped him reduce some momentum.

"That monster... didn't follow up?"

Jiang Yilin muttered to himself.

Behind him, a glare of light suddenly dazzled his eyes.

The black-haired young man raised his head and heard a somewhat familiar voice.

"How are you... sir? Are you all right?"

A somewhat muffled voice sounded slowly.

Jiang Yilin raised his eyebrows, and there seemed to be a police car in front of him, which stopped not far from him.

A westerner with blond hair and a more handsome face stepped out of the police car.

With a little concern in his deep blue eyes, he looked at himself who fell on the ground.

——The police officer had a face of Vincent's impressively.

"It seems... this dungeon is indeed related to my memory. Did Vincent transform the police officer's appearance? That monster used the image of my younger brother Jiang Xuyun... What does this mean? "

The black-haired youth thought to himself.

Vincent seemed to want to stretch out his hand to give him a hand, but Jiang Yilin didn't accept his favor. Instead, he stretched out his hand to support the ground, stood up, and the police officer withdrew his hand in embarrassment.

Jiang Yilin looked at the worried policeman in front of him, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Mr. Police Officer."

Before Vincent could continue to ask, Jiang Yilin looked back.

He found……

The car that starts automatically,

It never seems to stop,

always driving forward,

And, it's nowhere to be seen.