[Comprehensive horror] I am convinced of this system task

"Who!"

I quickly drew my gun and pointed it at the shadow.During this period of time, my marksmanship has not improved much, and it is estimated that there is nothing that can save my poor marksmanship, but the speed of drawing the gun is much faster.

My first reaction was that it was the shadow of the little girl I saw in the corridor when I sneaked out in the church that night again, but after a long time, it didn't look like it.

The shadow was there, motionless, it didn't speak directly like before, and it didn't take the initiative to approach.After a stalemate for a long time, I cheered myself up and approached slowly with my gun raised.Anyway, relying on the triangle head to be behind me, I am not afraid.

As we got closer and closer, I was relieved until the fog between us lightened and I could see clearly.

At first, I thought that this kind of thing that suddenly appeared and startled you was at least a monster.But after looking at it clearly, I found that it was just an ordinary child.

It's a little boy with handsome features and looks younger than the priests in the church.He was wearing a blue and white striped sweater that felt a little bigger than his size, and he had blond hair with bangs in the front that grew past his eyebrows and nearly covered his eyes.Coupled with his standing still and stiff movements, it feels very shy.

It's just that that is indeed the expression that should appear on the face of a child of this age. It is not like a priest at all. Although she is speaking kindly there, there is still a sense of alienation.Besides, the phone didn't make any noise, so this should be an ordinary little boy with no problem.

I let out a long sigh, thinking that I was really going to be mentally ill by this shitty place like Silent Hill.I looked up and saw that I was still holding the gun. This time, I was not afraid of any monsters, but because the child looked timid. I was so nervous and pointed the gun at him, for fear of scaring him.So I quickly stuffed the gun into the holster and closed the cover, trying to make a very approachable expression.

"Ah, I'm very, sorry... Didn't scare you?" I still don't know how to communicate with children.Before, I was talking with the priest in an adult mode, but for this very introverted little boy, this mode didn't seem to work.

He shook his head, but he still didn't dare to look into my eyes, it was a bit like me back then.God knows how I grew from such a child who dared not look people in the eye when talking to others, or even dared to speak, to such a naughty face like I am now.

Estimates, or those things affected me.

I scratched my hair and felt that this little boy didn't have much desire to communicate with me.I smiled at him and shrugged, then turned my head to Triangle and said, "Let's go back."

Just as he was about to open the way with the triangle head and continue walking back, there was a tiny voice behind him.

I turned around and realized that the immature voice was a little boy calling me.So I squatted down on my knees again: "What's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

He pinched the hem of the sweater, feeling very embarrassed.His head was shaking slightly, his eyes were erratic, as if he was uneasily looking at the situation in the thick fog around him, but he never looked at me.I was suddenly a little worried that I would put too much pressure on him, so I took a half step back to let him not feel too nervous, and finally squatted down completely.

The little boy's lips squirmed for a while, wondering if it was because his voice was so small, it gave off a very empty feeling.He was clearly facing me, but the tone of his speech didn't sound like he was speaking to anyone:

"I can't find my way back." He said softly, "I can't find my way."

I sighed and smiled wryly, knowing that things were not that simple.But thinking about me back then, if I had to ask someone else for something, I would be super embarrassed.Besides, I don't want to get angry with such a poor little boy, so I tried to slow down my breath: "Then, do you know where your home is? I'll take you back?"

He didn't reply right away, he hesitated for a while, and finally nodded.But he didn't speak, but handed me a thin note.

I took it over and saw that the words on the note were in cursive adult handwriting, obviously not written by him himself.There is only one address on it, and it is estimated that the child's family members are afraid that he will get lost, so they wrote it for him to take with him.But having said that, this is Silent Hill. As the priests said, there are often zombie waves here like last time. In this case, it is very heart-warming to let my children run around.

But it's okay.I looked at the address on the note. Since I had wandered outside many times before, I had some impression of that address. It should be not far from the small shop where I rested on the first day.

Thinking of the small shop, I suddenly thought of the uncle in the shop, wondering what happened to him after he left.

After finally leaving the parish, my somewhat relaxed mood was dragged down again.

This time, it was not just out of kindness, but also worried about the danger that the child would encounter if he wandered outside alone.I stood up and moved my numb legs: "Okay, I'll see you off, follow me, don't be afraid."

When I said "don't be afraid", my heart was empty. After all, there is no telling what will come out of Silent Hill and scare me out of my body.But because he wanted to protect the child, he had to carry it on his own no matter how cowardly he was.

Just as I was about to take a step forward, I suddenly thought of something, and I lowered my head and said to the boy: "Don't be afraid, he is not a bad person." Then I turned my head and looked at the triangular head who was still silently behind.

Indeed, if he is by his side, no matter whether he will help or not, no matter where he goes, he will feel at ease.But I weighed it silently in my heart, and walked up to him and said to him: "Why don't you go back to the hospital first, if possible, find some medicine, bandages, etc., and take a rest by yourself. I will send this child to the hospital. I'll find you right away when I get back."

Seeing him motionless, I don't know if he listened or not.But his injury was so serious that I felt terrified when I saw it.So he quickly added: "I promise I will go back, I won't lie to you, and don't worry about me, I'm much better than you now."

Anyway, the triangular head never expresses anything to what I say, even if he can shake his head, my communication with him will be much smoother.But this time he was only stunned for a while, then turned around and left silently.

I have been watching his back fade in the mist until it disappears.Almost simultaneously with his disappearance, the system's voice suddenly sounded:

"Congratulations! Your current mission: 25% of the attack on the triangle head has been completed. Please continue to work hard."

I'm at a loss.I'm pretty sure the triangle head didn't take the opportunity to touch me when I was napping.Where did the ten percent come from?Is it possible that I let him go back to the hospital to rest and count as a strategy?The calculation of this system is really confusing, and I even start to suspect that it is the progress of the strategy that is randomly shaken by shaking the dice.

But after tossing for so long, at least a quarter of it is gone.

The boy was very obedient, standing there motionless, but seemed to be muttering something in a low voice, I listened to it, and it was nothing more than random thoughts about "can't find the way back".I walked over and wanted to pat him on the back, but when my palm was about to touch his thin back, I withdrew it again: "Let's go."

The safety of the road makes me more flustered than the unsafe one.In order to ensure the safety of this child, I pressed my hand on the holster the whole time, and the other hand was ready to reach the fire ax at any time.But along the way, not to mention seeing any ghosts and ghosts, the crappy system in the trouser pocket didn't make any sound at all.

When I passed by the small shop, I asked the child if he wanted snacks and drinks.In fact, after eating compressed biscuits for so long, I also want to eat potato chips and drink Coke.But the child felt too withdrawn and said nothing.It felt like he was floating behind me like a... ghost all the way.

I got goosebumps from the things I was thinking about.He quickly diverted his attention and counted the sects to help the child find a home.I counted them one by one, and when I finally reached the door that matched the note, when I looked up, the chill, even an even colder chill, came back and swept my whole body.

It turned out that I had misunderstood it all along.

What he was looking for was just a place to "go back", so I took it for granted that he wanted to go home.

I actually have such an illusion, especially, I am a person who has never had a home.

I stared at the sect of the big building for a long time, then turned my neck stiffly, and looked at the little boy who was following me.

"Randy Rosa's Happy Home".

orphanage.

The last time I was just passing by this door, the phone made a noise.This time, although the system was still quiet, my heart seemed to be frozen.He took out the note and compared it with luck, but what was written on it was exactly the same as that on the house number.

"It's here, you go back quickly."

Even though I said that, I couldn't let go of my heart at all.Since there was noise before, it meant that there would be danger inside, maybe it would also threaten the little boy.

He also seemed to have some concerns, staring at me with a pair of big blue eyes.

I really don't want to have anything to do with the orphanage in this life, but looking at his expression, I can't say no: "Okay, I will accompany you in. I will check it for you. If there is nothing If it's anything else, I'm leaving."

It seems that such an agreement can be reached, and the little boy no longer hides behind me like before, but starts to walk inside by himself.I was afraid that he would bump into something by himself, so I also bit the bullet and trot to keep up with him.

This orphanage fits well with the settings in horror movies.After opening the door and entering, the lights were not even turned on.I managed to touch the light cord to turn on the light, and I couldn't tell that there were other people inside.

What's even more weird is that when I quickly looked around and then looked back, the little boy disappeared!

I thought it was hard for him to return to the place where he lived, and he would run around when he was excited.But I shouted a few times at the top of my throat, but no one responded to me.

It's as if the child... disappeared out of thin air.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the back of my head was numb.Sure enough, things were much more complicated than I thought. Coupled with the gloomy atmosphere of the orphanage, no matter how worried I was, there was only one thought left in my head.

Run, run first, run out before the door closes by itself.That child is probably not a normal person.

I slowly backed out towards the gate, tripped and stepped on something.

I didn't notice it when I came in just now. I saw it was a book and it wasn't too thin, so I picked it up and read it.

The cover reads "Happy Family Roster," and one of the pages appears to have been creased.Although all I could think about was getting out, I still opened that page accidentally.

After I opened it, I didn't even think about leaving. The whole portrait was welded to the ground and I couldn't move.

There were several photos on that page.The first one is the little boy just now, with his name written next to it.

Walter Sullivan.

And the other photo next to him was even older than his current age.After the eyebrows and eyes have been opened, they have gradually been finalized.

This face, this outline, I have never seen before.

He turned out to be the last one to appear in Henry's camera, the man in the blue windbreaker with a strange smile.

The author has something to say: I'm really sorry, it's even later

Good night~