The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

Walking through the aisle, after they came out of the hospital, Vincent swallowed and looked at Jiang Yilin in front of him.

The black-haired young man's face was cold, and he didn't seem to be at all moved by what he had experienced before, giving people an extremely reassuring and reliable feeling.

——It seemed that even when he entered this strange and strange environment, he had an extremely determined attitude.

"Then how can we get out of this place next...?"

After listening to Vincent's words, Jiang Yilin stopped and looked around the hospital, but found no traces of monsters hiding around.

"The information I found before is that the monster that trapped us seemed to end up in the church in Silent Hill, tied to a cross, and burned alive."

"Of course, according to the timeline, that should have happened decades ago. If we rush to the church now, it won't help."

"However, if we want to reveal all the causes and effects, we must go to the church to take a look at the end. I suspect that the key to getting out of this place of elves lies in the church."

"church?"

Vincent's expression froze.

The blond man touched his chin, and said in a strange tone, "The church...the church in Silent Hill...I've heard of it before."

"The native religion of this place is an extension of Christianity. In the Middle Ages, witches were burned alive and some heretics were persecuted. The methods were relatively cruel."

"Wait a minute, this monster that trapped us...was caught in the church for some reason, and was persecuted?"

Only then did the police officer think of such a crucial question.

Jiang Yilin stopped in his tracks, with an inexplicable expression on his face.

He said, "Maybe it's because he fell in love with his elder brother."

"Homosexuality itself is something that is not tolerated in most religions, let alone this kind of emotion with blood ties."

After hearing Jiang Yilin's words, Vincent was startled, but in the end he didn't say anything more.

He had a random guess in his mind.

—Could it be that... the monster the young man mentioned has something to do with him?

—Could it be that the person that monster likes is...?

This idea has not yet completely arisen in Vincent's mind, he only saw the black mist gathering heavily in front of him, and after the black mist completely dissipated, a Gothic church just stood there revealed in front of them.

Before Vincent could stop him, he saw the black-haired young man from the East walking straight in.

The blond police officer scratched his hair angrily, and muttered softly, "Hey! Just keep silent, don't discuss anything... did you just go in?"

However, despite what he said, Vincent could only sigh helplessly.

He took out the pistol from his trousers pocket again and put it on the upper side of his waist to prevent any weird things from happening after he went in.

Although Vincent also knew that a pistol might not be of much use against such a monster that he had never encountered before, but it was still a layer of psychological insurance for him.

The police officer followed Jiang Yilin into the church.

………………

When the two officially entered the church, they found that there was no light in the church, and it looked extremely dark.

Vincent was a little careless, almost tripped over the wooden chair placed in the back row, and staggered.

——…What is this smell?So fishy?

Vincent put his hands on the handle of the seat and straightened his body. He seemed to smell something different from the outside world, and suddenly wrinkled his nose.

Inside this closed church, there is an indescribable smell—a bit like the stench that emanates from corpses that have not been fully disposed of.

He couldn't help having a bad premonition, and took out a flashlight from the pocket on the other side, and turned on the switch for lighting.

And at this moment, Vincent's eyes widened incredulously.

On the top of the church, there are bloody totems painted one after another, just like children's graffiti. It is obvious that the perpetrator had lost his mind at that time.

Taking a closer look, those bloody patterns seem to be painted on the original holy portrait in the form of inscriptions.

——It's like Satan from hell, making powerful mockery of these sacred and inviolable images time and time again.

But near these murals, there are things like iron wires hanging straight down, and there is a person strung on top of each iron wire.

Those people seem to have been dead for a long time, the flesh on the face has been completely rotted, leaving only the gloomy skeleton.

On the skeleton, there was a black robe, and under the circles of light from the flashlight, the skeletons looked extremely ferocious.

The bloody scene in the church instantly stopped the two of them in their tracks.

Vincent's fingers trembled slightly, and the light of the flashlight also flickered.

He couldn't help looking at Jiang Yilin, "...What is this?"

Jiang Yilin looked at the black robes on the skeletons of the corpses, and said softly, "Pastor, no... look at their clothes, they should be some congregants of the former Silent Hill native religion."

The black-haired youth moved his gaze to the wires under them again.

——What a terrible punishment...

"Look, the wire runs straight through their bodies, and protrudes out of their mouths."

"My guess is that these people should still be alive when they were hung from the ceiling."

Jiang Yilin's tone was very calm.

But the calmness of the black-haired youth made Vincent feel a little creepy.

"Did you observe so carefully? It really made me a little scared..."

The blond police officer murmured.

Jiang Yilin didn't answer, he took a few steps forward and asked Vincent to put the flashlight down.

The light no longer shines on the ceiling, but sweeps straight towards the center in front of the church.

In the middle of the church, there is a cross, but there are no corpses on the cross.

Jiang Yilin took a few steps forward, looked at the cross carefully, and couldn't help but meditate lightly in his heart.

——Judging from this situation, my younger brother should not have died at that time, and he carried out his own revenge, and killed the believers who persecuted him and wanted to burn him to death in this bloody way.

"but……"

Jiang Yilin frowned slightly.

The black-haired young man kept walking forward until he was right in front of the cross.

The entire cross was fixed on a pitch-black coffin, judging from its appearance, it was about two and a half meters long.

Jiang Yilin couldn't help stretching out his hand gently, stroking the dried blood on the surface.

"But...if he hadn't died then, where is he now?"

There are still some traces on the top of the cross-the traces of someone who was nailed to the top and struggled for a long time but could not escape.

"Jiang... look at the top! Look at the top?!"

Hearing Vincent's slightly trembling words, Jiang Yilin suddenly raised his head.

The blood mist on the top of the church seeped out from the edge of the wall, and continuously overflowed towards the center...

Until the blood mist condensed into a solid appearance, completely staining the holy murals that could still be seen clearly, and then flowed down like drops of wax.

"...Is it coming again? A change in the inner world?"

There was a bit of interest in Jiang Yilin's eyes.

He saw that the corpses that had completely lost their vitality twisted and squirmed, as if they were alive again, and stretched out their fleshless fingers, as if trying to break free from the wire that hung them up .

At this moment, Jiang Yilin also heard a system beep.

[Ding——Ding——]

[Detection——detection——]

[The third special memory scene - church]

The line of sight twisted again.

........................

"Burn him!! Burn him!!! Burn him!!!"

"Burn him!! Burn him!!! Burn him!!!"

In the faint darkness, Jiang Yilin heard bursts of hissing and exhausting sounds.

"Burn him!! Burn him!!! Burn him!!!"

The dark-haired youth opened his eyes.

He stood where he was, and found that at this moment, he seemed to have returned to that night.

Jiang Yilin turned his head and saw his younger brother tied to the cross covered in blood.

On the seat below, sat countless believers in black robes.

These believers took off the brims of their hats that covered their heads, revealing pale faces.

Although these believers wrapped in black robes were expressionless, their voices contained a kind of fanaticism to the extreme.

These believers waved the burning torches in unison, as if it was the holy fire that ignited their hearts.

"Everyone be quiet."

At this moment, Jiang Yilin heard a slightly indistinct voice.

That voice seemed to have undergone some special processing in Jiang Xuyun's memory, so it didn't sound very real, but around it, Jiang Yilin still felt a little indescribably familiar.

And the person who spoke, obviously had a high prestige, and probably played the role of the Pope in the native religion of Silent Hill.

When the man stretched out his hand, he just raised it slightly in the air, and those fanatical believers all fell silent, and lowered their hands neatly, showing a well-trained feeling.

"I think everyone already knows it very clearly, but I still want to repeat the mistakes made by this young man chained to the cross."

"He is an existence completely abandoned by God—this man... this man from a foreign land... he fell in love with his elder brother, and wanted to do something immoral in a place like school! It's really It's ridiculous!"

"God will not forgive him..."

"And I, as the incarnation of God's will in this world, God gave me the right...to judge this criminal!"

"Now I give this right to you as well, my believers! Let him witness how those who commit crimes should be punished!"

It was such a short conclusion, which sounded extremely light, and it suddenly aroused the fanatical worship of these believers.

They raised their hands at the same time, and raised the burning torch aloft.

"Burn him!! Burn him!!! Burn him!!!"

When Jiang Yilin saw his younger brother, even after hearing such words, he just closed his eyes tightly, as if he didn't want to argue about anything, the expression on his face was so indifferent that it was almost indifferent.

"Xu Yun."

Jiang Yilin couldn't help but softly called his name, but obviously, the young man tied to the cross couldn't hear his brother's call at this time.

"Burn him!! Burn him!!! Burn him!!!"

Those people were still calling out heartily, their necks were full of blue veins, and they were so violent that they dyed their pale faces with a trace of blush.

"Burn him!! Burn him!!! Burn him!!!"

The black-haired youth looked at the believers below and suddenly felt absurd.

these people,

at this point,

Seems more like a devil from hell.