[Comprehensive horror] I am convinced of this system task

"You, hello?" I hesitated to say hello, not knowing whether to introduce myself, "I'm Xavier, new here."

His slow response to my words almost made me suspect that he was deaf. Only those cloudy eyes staring straight at me, coupled with the silent and dim environment, made me feel a little uneasy.

It took him a while to slowly turn his head back.It was not a coherent movement, but like a doll controlled by clockwork, it only turned one angle stiffly at a time, and it took several times to complete this process.

"I'm leaving..." He said tremblingly, not as if he was answering my words, but more like talking to himself.He picked up the fallen cans and put them back in his pocket.

I stared at him for a while, then knelt down to help him pick up the dropped things.

When I was down and down, I used to be a street gangster who would run around when people complained about dogs. Although I thought I had never done anything unethical, I was still disgusted by people.

I have also fallen because of other people's eyes, but I finally walked out.Now in another world, I can do it more according to my nature.

Among other things, when I saw the old look of that person who was not yet old, I felt a sour feeling in my heart.It was even more unbearable to see him picking things up slowly.

"I'm leaving..." He suddenly said, the voice was so faint that it almost gave me goosebumps, "I killed my son...I'm leaving..."

What he said shocked me, but I still felt very pitiful looking at his appearance.

"Where are you going? This place is very dangerous!" I hurriedly said, he was older and weaker than me, if he encountered the monsters in Silent Hill, he would have no chance of surviving!

After picking up the things on the ground, he tightened the bag: "No one can escape from here..."

He looked up at me again, and I felt a layer of cold sweat seep out of my spine.

The uncle stood up and put the bag on his shoulder: "I killed my son...I have to leave..."

He kept saying these few words over and over again, as if the answers to any of my questions were irrelevant.

This world, like being caught between the real and the fake, is so absurd.

I stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do, but watching him step by step and slowly walk out of the store.

"Can I stay here?" Then I remembered my original purpose, "I'm starving to death, and I have nowhere to go..."

His back hesitated for a moment, and then he nodded slightly, almost making me think it was an illusion.This is the only communication he has with me.

Then he continued to walk slowly outside, and when his figure disappeared outside the door and into the fog unique to the world of Silent Hill, I heard a distant, sigh-like voice:

"They're coming..."

I went to the door and looked around.After seeing that he had left completely, I took a deep breath, closed the door, thought for a while and locked it again.Only then did I feel at ease.

Before eating, I checked the space I stayed in. There were no windows, the door was locked, and there was another door besides the main door.

I had a good eye, first searched the shelves and counters, and finally found a flashlight, which is an old-fashioned military-style elbow, which can be easily inserted in the pocket, saving one hand for another thing.

I turned on the flashlight, maybe it hadn't been used for too long, the light flashed twice, and finally it turned on, the light was bright.Holding it, holding the wooden bar, carefully and slowly opened the door hidden behind the shelf, and then quickly jumped away.

It turns out I was overthinking.The flashlight shone in and soon formed a huge spot of light on the wall.There were no strange-shaped monsters that suddenly jumped out as I expected. It was a very small space. Seeing the buckets and mops inside, it should be a utility room.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and when he was about to close the door of the utility room, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.I pulled out the mop inside and fiddled with it for a while to remove the mop underneath.

In this way, I have an iron rod, not to mention how easy it is to swing, as long as it beats people better than wooden sticks and nail clippers.

After checking almost every corner of the house, I finally calmed down. It’s not that I’m too nervous, but this place really doesn’t allow me to rest with peace of mind.

But it's all right now.I went to the aisle and got some food, mostly canned food, and a bag of potato chips.I was careful and checked the production date and shelf life one by one. Fortunately, although there was some dust on the packaging, they were still edible.

I opened a bottle of mineral water, poured out a little bit and washed my hands, then I didn’t care too much. I opened the package and started to gobble it up. I didn’t even care about the taste. It’s enough to fill my stomach. .

Since I ate the cheapest hamburger set meal that day, I changed into formal clothes and went to work in the hotel. I stabbed someone and then drove away. I drank a bottle of Coke in the car all day. I was racing against time when I was refueling. Run away after adding land, no time to buy things at all.Then I crashed into a car and fell into a coma. I can't count how many hours I haven't eaten.

After eating, the body functions quickly recovered a lot, but sleepiness also followed.I couldn't figure out what to do next, so I spread two newspaper towels, removed the cushion from the chair, and just lay on it, falling asleep drowsily as soon as my upper and lower eyelids touched.

Not dreaming.But everything that happened was circling in my mind like a dream.I hope to wake up and find that I'm still at the scene of a car accident on the highway, or that I've overslept and missed a new job in my crappy little apartment bed.

I thought it was better than finding it lying in the dusty corner of the grocery store anyway, but I was wrong.

Opening my eyes, the scene in front of me finally made me scream out loud.

"Ahhhhhhh fuck-"

I couldn't hold it in any longer, and what was happening was driving me crazy.

I didn't suppress the scream until my throat started to hurt, but the chill crawled all over my body like dense insects and ants, making my hair stand on end.

Where I am is still the commissary has not changed.But the scene in front of me seems like I have slept for decades and hundreds of years, and when I was asleep, there was a tragic massacre here.

All the shelves were rusty, and the smell of bleeding from the scarlet rust made it very uncomfortable to hold in there.And both the ground and the wall are covered with shocking bloodstains!It's not dried up, but bright red blood that is still slowly flowing in front of my eyes!The roof and walls were charred and black in many places.

Although the gray chandelier was still shining above my head, it could only illuminate a small area.There were no windows, and no light came in.Darkness feels more oppressive.

I was stunned for a second or two, and ran towards the door that came in.I was quite timid, and at this time I was also quite frightened. There was a mess in front of me and I couldn't see anything clearly. I only heard a bang. I didn't rush out of this convenience store, but bumped into something, and the bridge of my nose hurt.

I rubbed my nose cursingly, took a closer look and screamed again.Where is there any other door? !If I had to describe it, the place where there was a door was like... It was as if a gash had been forcibly torn on a person's skin, and then healed naturally.

That's right, right now on the wall in front of me is a wound that is slowly oozing blood and has healed.Judging from the feeling I just bumped into it, it should be hard, but it clearly looks like a soft biological skin texture, which is completely different from the careless painted decoration of the haunted house in the playground.

Even though it was visually disgusting, I still took a deep breath to strengthen myself. As long as I can escape this weird house, it doesn't matter if it's disgusting or not.I stepped forward and grabbed the raised "skin" on both sides of the "wound" and pulled it to the sides.

Not moving at all.This result made me discouraged. There was a sticky feeling on my hand. I looked down and saw that it was blood on my hand!

After a while of scalp numbness, I realized that I was not injured, and the blood should be seeping from the wall.I rubbed it casually, when I suddenly heard a sound coming from my pocket.

I followed the sound and pulled out my phone, and Kevin's voice came from there again, but I knew it was supposed to be the damn system.

"Hello, you have successfully entered..."

"Fuck, shut up!!"

I'm in an extremely anxious and irritable state now, and I don't want to hear that twitching voice at all.The phone was obediently quiet, and I violently stuffed it back into my pants pocket.

Of course I know what my own situation is!

This is the most sinister and terrifying place in Silent Hill—contrary to the foggy surface world I was in before, the interconnected and switched inner world!

If the surface world is quiet and lurking horror, the inner world is to spread out the ugliest and most threatening things in front of your eyes.

I kept reminding myself not to scare myself anymore, but the cold sweat still couldn't stop dripping down my spine.It took me a long time to regain control over the freedom of movement of my body, which existed on me as decoration, as if deprived of it.

Fortunately, the phone was quietly in my pocket without making any noise.In other words, there is no danger around me for the time being, but it is still urgent to escape from here.

I calmed down a bit, and fumbled to pick up the flashlight and metal stick I got yesterday from the ground, turned on the flashlight, and inserted it in the breast pocket of the overalls. Everywhere so I don't lose sight.

I moved my body a bit.Because this is Silent Hill.For no other reason, being in the world means danger and fighting.

Since the door is blocked, there should be another exit here.It's not going to lock me up in this store until I run out of ammunition and starve to death.

I checked the shelves and cash register, and there was nothing unusual, no mechanism.I sighed and was about to think about the next step when I caught sight of that door—the door to the utility room.

Although the space in the utility room is so small that people can hardly stand through it, it is a real door, a real door.There is no "alienated" door.

Grab the handle of the door slowly.

Swallowed.

If the world doesn't intend to kill me, then this is my only way out.

Turn the doorknob.

"Squeak -" it opened.

I took a step back.No further examination is required.All the things that were placed in the utility room before disappeared, and the light of the flashlight shone straight in, and an old staircase leading to the underground emerged faintly in the darkness.The place where the flashlight can shine is also covered with rust.The stairs can't see the end, as if to lead me to hell.