[Comprehensive horror] I am convinced of this system task

In the old photos, the 20-year-old Sullivan was not as gloomy as he had seen in the camera before, but the ambiguous smile on his mouth still sent chills down the spine.

It would be a lie to say that I am not afraid at all.Behind is the door, I can't wait to rush out and find a place to nest up now, don't think about anything, don't worry about anything.

I'm not a goddamn mother, why do I have to take care of these shit!

I closed the record book in my hand with a bang, slammed it on the table next to me, turned my head and walked outside.

But when I got to the door, looking at the whiteness outside, and the moment I was about to step into the thick fog, I hesitated again.

Yes, it's true that I don't need to take care of things that have nothing to do with me.But Henry, I really can't put him in the ranks that have nothing to do with me, and then escape with peace of mind.

Henry was the first person I met in Silent Hill to help me. After I got burned, he put me in the car and took me to the hospital without saying a word.Even if it were me, I would definitely be suspicious for a long time after experiencing those weird events.Don't ask why, but it is true that he helped me.It is also true that he disappeared at the gate of the hospital after sending me off.

Ok.

I took a deep breath and turned back.

Don't really want to be nosy anymore, but except now, for the last time.

If there is no clue before, it's okay to say.But now the clues are so plainly laid out in front of me, it's just a matter of pasting that photo on my forehead and telling me that Henry is here.After so many inexplicable things, I have reason to believe that Henry's sudden disappearance and getting involved with this man named Sullivan will never be good.If this turns around and walks away, I may never be able to forgive myself.

I checked all the firearms to make sure they were within easy reach.The flashlight is also turned on in the breast pocket. Although there are lights in the hall, it cannot be guaranteed that all other places are lit. It is much better to turn it on now than to frantically fix it when the time comes.

After everything was ready, I went inside again.In the middle of the hall is the wide staircase to the second floor, but I don't plan to go up yet.The structure of the orphanage is not as complicated as that of the hospital, but there are also many rooms.I'm going to search from bottom to top.

The orphanage is really the most hated place in my life, not one of them.I'd rather live in a hospital than in an orphanage, as much as it sucks.

Counting half of my life now, I have spent half of my life in the orphanage, but half of those days, I have been trying my best to escape from it, and then I was caught back.I never knew how I got into the orphanage. Maybe my parents disliked me since I was born. In short, the end of the memory I can recall is there.I don't know why those staff members are so obsessed with me. Every time I escape, they can find me back.If you have that energy, you might as well take care of other children.

I opened a door and was relieved that the phone wasn't making any noise.There is no one here, not to mention Henry, even the young Sullivan who didn't know how to get out of there didn't know where he went, and the daily necessities in the room were still lying around, just like the situation in all the places before. , Whether it is the staff or the children, they all seem to disappear suddenly.

But this room always makes me feel weird.I couldn't tell what was wrong, and I didn't want to delay, so I had to go out and go to the next one.

The entire first floor is empty, all rooms are empty.I knew it was not that easy, so I had to go up to the second floor.

When I reached the second floor, I suddenly remembered what that strange feeling was.

Although the decoration style is quite different, the overall layout here, and even the arrangement of each room, are exactly the same as the orphanage I lived in when I was a child.

The uncomfortable feeling that was finally suppressed rose again at this time. I would rather believe that it was a coincidence, but how could it be so coincidental that even the steps of the stairs are exactly the same?

I haven't been to other orphanages, but according to my common sense, the United States has not issued a standard for the internal arrangement of orphanages in all states.This is so weird, so to speak...

I squeezed my palms, and turned into the corridor.After turning a corner and another, I saw the 223 house number.

Putting my hand on the doorknob, I hesitated again before opening it.The ear is still quiet and there is no noise, indicating that there is no danger inside.

It's just that I now feel that the building itself is the greatest danger to me.

I pushed open the door, choking on the dust inside.There are two beds in one room, the whole orphanage is like this, and this one is no exception.But the layout of this room, the position of the bed, the position of the bedside table and the table, and even the vase on the bedside table, which doesn't have any sense of existence, overlap with my memory without leaving any gaps.

For a moment, I thought I had returned to the real world through this door.It's just that there is still a thick white mist outside the window, and the coolness seeping in from the window seems to remind me that I am still in the outside world in Silent Hill.

I numbly walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down.This bed is mine, and the one next to it should be Kevin's.Kevin is also my roommate for as long as I can remember.Originally, our beds were reversed, slightly larger, because when someone came to make trouble, such as those aunts who were sued and came to clean me up, they immediately jumped through the window and escaped, so we changed places with Kevin. .Speaking of which, although he has always played the best with me, he has always been a good boy in the eyes of those managers.

Sighed.Memories are useless at this time, Kevin, Neil, I don't know what happened to them, and I am still in danger.

Looking down, I found a diary beside the bed.I never got in the habit of writing about it anyway, and neither did Kevin as far as I know.I picked it up and opened it, and on the title page was a name I had never seen before.

This did ease my mind.The explanation is indeed just a coincidence, this room is not the one I lived in.When I was about to put the diary back, I found a note under it.

The gods and angels came.

Awaiting another trial.

Andrew William

It's this old man again, he doesn't feel too tired to panic.

"God" is mentioned in it. Could it be that it has something to do with this place and those people in the church?And besides that, what is "God Envoy"?

The orphanage in Silent Hill is indeed more wonderful than the real world.I stood up and patted the ashes on my pants, and went out to continue searching.

But when I turned around, I saw that young little Sullivan standing at the other end of the corridor looking at me.

I froze in fright, then reacted immediately.

"Wait! Are you Sullivan?" I asked as I ran over, my voice echoing round and round in the hallway.The kid saw me and turned around and ran away.

I drew out my pistol as I chased, not wanting to bet my own safety any longer.I was holding a pistol, and the distance between me and him gradually narrowed, but he finally stopped at the door of a room.

He stood at the door of the room, staring blankly at the door.I rushed forward, no matter what it was, I grabbed it first, but the moment I touched him, he disappeared!

I was startled, and almost fell down before I could stand still. After standing still, I turned around and kicked the door open.

I absolutely believed my eyes, he literally just stood there and disappeared.There was no sign of him in the room either.

But after I saw it clearly, I couldn't walk anymore.

There really was no little Sullivan here.But in front of my eyes, the phantom of another child appeared in a trance.

Me ten years ago.

Cold sweat trickled down from his forehead.Things that I never want to recall are like a jar of calm water, placed in the depths of my memory, but at this moment, it seems that someone is grabbing my head and pressing me into it.Force those things to pour into my brain from my eyes, nose and ears.

I can't remember anything else at that time, and I can't even remember what I committed, so I was chased around by the managers.

"Hey, come here and hide!"

I was worrying about having nowhere to run, when I turned around and saw that it was the one who came to do volunteer work.He really has a lot of body fat, about two times as wide as me, but he's not bad, and he even gives us snacks from time to time.

Seeing that he was about to be found, he didn't have time to think so much, so he followed him and plunged into an empty room.And the dim room with no lights turned on was completely reappeared in Silent Hill at this moment.

"Why did you lock the door?"

"That way they won't be found."

"Stay the fuck away from me, do you hear me?"

There was a pain in my head from the echo of these indelible sounds.He supported his head, and that electric current-like feeling hit his whole body in an instant.

"Don't move, it's better to behave like this."

I looked down and saw my fist with throbbing veins.If I had been this powerful back then, I wouldn't have punched him and left him unscathed.

"Little thing, do you still want to hit me?"

His hands and feet were all cold, as if he had fallen into the memory, it was like a dark abyss, as long as he entered, no one would be allowed to come out.

If it weren't for the sudden noise from his pocket, he didn't know how long he would stand here unconsciously.

Hearing that voice, I suddenly woke up, and quickly turned around to look at the only door in this room.The fat monster that appeared twice in the hospital came before my eyes again.

On one side of its body, the electric wires were still sparking, crackling and bursting out fragmented sparks.

I understand.

Silent Hill uses this method to pull out the past that I was afraid of again and again, and put it in front of me again.

I took off the fire ax, held the handle, and stared at the fat man who was blocking the door and approaching me.

Unfortunately, now, I can deal with it.

These things do scare me and make me sick.But it makes me even more angry.

I rushed over, dodged the arm that was falling, and slashed at its leg with an axe.Then he raised his hand and pressed the muzzle of the gun against its fat chin, firing the bullet without hesitation.

The miserable howl of the monster made my ears almost deaf, but I still gritted my teeth and pulled out the ax to avoid another crazy attack from it.

I am not afraid now.

Just like that day a few years ago, the man holding my hand suddenly loosened, and then fell to the side.Suddenly escaped from danger with a dazed face, I only saw Kevin holding a baseball bat behind him, and said to me:

"Xavier, don't be afraid."

The author has something to say: Good night~~