[Comprehensive horror] I am convinced of this system task

I originally thought that the shot from the chin just now could directly smash his brain, but who knew that this thing was more tenacious than I thought.One leg was cut and limped by me, and he limped towards me with his leg dragged.

The room was too narrow, and there were not many places to hide. I could only see when he raised his hand to grab me, slipped under his hand, pulled the rifle in front of him, and shot out in one breath.

The first few shots were relatively accurate, but the scattering of this gun was stronger than I thought. Fortunately, the opponent's target is too huge, no matter how scattered it is, it can still hit it.God knows how much fat is on the body of this thing, and the bullet feels soft when it hits it.

In this way, it can still continue to move.And the harder the beating, the more intense the electric sparks flying around it would be, making people's eyes hurt in the dimly lit room.While I wanted to avoid its two big hands waving around to catch me, I also wanted to avoid those electric sparks falling on me.

Fortunately, after being hurt, its response was indeed much slower.I threw the gun back behind my back, grabbed the ax and rushed forward to chop hard.It took me a lot of effort to cut it, but the fat monster also took several blows, and finally collapsed on the ground dying.

In this way, I still couldn't relieve my anger, so I cut it until it was completely motionless before I stopped, and I gave it a few kicks with disgust.

It turns out that this thing is not as scary as I imagined.It was just because I took advantage of my knot and because I didn't dare to fight it head-on, that's why I was chasing after me before.Now I have a head-to-head fight with it, and I find that it is the same.

But after defeating this one, I don’t know how many more will come out.

Even if I can kill them all, it may not be able to get rid of the fear in my heart from the root.

Even though it was a false alarm, thanks to Kevin, he came and saved me in time to keep things from going any further, or I would have died of nausea on the spot.It's just that thing that makes it difficult for me to get out of it for the rest of my life.

I've heard people say that there was a time in my life when I felt like I was out of my mind.My eyes are always empty, I don't have the energy to do things, and when others call me, I just agree feebly, and I don't say a word too much.But anytime someone gets close to me, especially a man, it triggers a violent reaction of resistance.

It all started from that incident, but it's much better now, and I no longer reject normal contact.During that time, in order to make me normal, my group of friends tried a lot.They even dragged me to go to nightclubs every three days, and then they really ran out of money, so they dragged me to the dark bars in the alleys, and even hired waitresses to accompany me, but it was still useless. After a long time, I was fine A little bit.

But homophobia still hangs over me like a shadow for a long time.Even when I try not to show it, those scenes still pop back up when I least expect it.

Thinking about it, the image of the triangle head suddenly inserted into my memory.

So what is he?

He came to me on behalf of my greatest fear, and combined with the broken task given to me by the system, he simply forced me to do the most unwilling thing.Thinking about all the things I did with him immediately gave me goosebumps again, but strangely, there was no nausea.

Moreover, if it represents fear, what is the difference between him and that fat monster?

I was fascinated by the thought, raised my hand to bite my nails, took a look before I opened my mouth, and gave up after seeing a dusty hand and other dirty things.

In short, the fat man is settled, and I have to continue looking for Henry.I made up my mind and was about to turn around when I heard a gloomy voice behind me:

"Is it exciting?"

I was about to strike back with the ax, but I was hit on the back of the head with a stick.

The strength of this blow is obviously controlled, otherwise my brains would be blown out, and this blow didn't even knock me out directly, but the stars in front of my eyes were all black in the end, and I couldn't use my strength, so I knew I was being beaten. People dragged away.

After being in a daze for a while, I finally woke up.The other party was so rough that he dragged me around on the ground like a sack, almost tore my jeans and left me naked.It's just that the place where the back of the head was knocked still hurt like a needle prick. When I raised my eyelids, I saw a long iron water pipe thrown beside me, and I was afraid that I hadn't been directly smashed to death with a stick.

But my current situation is not much better.I don't know when my hand was tied up, it was still that kind of rough hemp rope, and when I moved it, it was scorchingly painful.

Staring up at the perpetrator of these things, even though I knew who it was the moment I was knocked.

The grown-up Walter Sullivan was walking around the room, wondering what he was up to.This room was arranged by him as a place for religious ceremonies, without lights, only lit by the pile of candles everywhere.There are also messy marks painted on the wall with blood or red paint. They look like totems, but they are different from those in the church.

"Sullivan! Where's Henry? What the hell are you doing?" I frowned, feeling that something was wrong.At the same time, he carefully retracted his legs and moved his hands into his trouser pockets.

His tone didn't sound like he had hit me with a stick and tied me up. It was more like I went to his house for afternoon tea leisurely, and as the host, he entertained me very enthusiastically: "I'm very sorry, Xavier. I need your help in completing the sacrament."

He didn't answer my first question, and it dawned on me that Henry might not be here at all. "It's easy to talk." I tried to make my tone a little more relaxed, and at the same time, I wanted to attract his attention so that I could file the rope with nail clippers silently, "But are you begging for help? What can you do for help? Just say it straight away, I'm very easygoing."

He carefully lit all the candles, and then suddenly walked towards me. I was startled, and quickly stuffed the nail clippers into my cuffs. Fortunately, he didn't see my move.

"Liberation." He was still smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes, "As the origin of all this, I must complete the ascension ceremony for you to obtain 'liberation'."

origin?Isn't that what the priest said, let me seek the origin of all this?Sullivan actually said that the origin is me, which I can probably understand, because the system said that some things in Silent Hill were produced from my consciousness, at least I know that the fat man is.But if the origin is mine, how can we continue to investigate?

and many more……

What did he just say?

"Ascension?!" I yelled directly.There is no ambiguity in this word anymore, no wonder you have to tie me up if you want me to help!

I couldn't pretend to be calm anymore, watching Sullivan turn around and take out the nail clippers and start sharpening them again.

Sullivan's tone was still slow: "That's right, and before that..." He suddenly walked towards me with a knife in his hand.It was a dagger-like knife, but it was sharp enough, and it shone coldly.

I gasped, watched him squat down and brought the knife close to my face, and was about to cut it down, I gasped for breath and kicked towards him, then got up and ran while he was staggering.

But the door is locked!

From heaven to hell in an instant, I was so anxious that I kicked the door, and the door remained motionless.Standing in front of the door, he broke out in a cold sweat, and when he turned around, he saw that Sullivan had already forced him over.Fortunately, there was a large table in the middle of the room. I stared at him closely, walked around with him, and took time to file off the rope in my hand.

"Brother, speak up if you have something to say." With his hands still tied, he could only pretend to be cowardly, "I'm still a little bit unwilling to let me die like this. Before that, you have to explain the reason clearly to me, right?"

His sinister eyes made it hard for me to connect him with the timid kid before.Sullivan held the knife and leaned towards me unhurriedly, as if he felt that he could kill me sooner or later. It was just a short while, which was just in line with my intention of delaying time.

As I walked around the table, I looked around cautiously.He was still prepared. I don’t know where I threw my bag, and the holster was empty. Sure enough, I disarmed me beforehand. Fortunately, he didn’t search my trouser pocket. planted.

"There is no way, there is really no way to find a more suitable sacrifice than you." Sullivan said softly.

I stared at him closely, not noticing that I almost tripped over something under my feet. Fortunately, before he chased me, I quickly stood still and continued to circle around. From the church?"

"No, at least not the church you know. This is my wish. I want to see my mother." Sullivan told me the truth openly.Judging from his appearance, he doesn't look like he is going to kill someone. As long as I am willing, I can probably chat with me until both of us starve to death.

But the gleaming knife in his hand was so sharp that it made people shudder. "I, I understand you." I've seen something about Sullivan in the register downstairs.I heard that he was abandoned in the apartment by his parents when he was born, and was sent to the orphanage by the administrator.

Although it is very pitiful, but who is not such an encounter.I also wondered why I was abandoned, but I never thought that I could pull someone I didn't know at all to kill as a "sacrifice" in exchange for the opportunity to meet my own parents.

This is really unbelievable, at least beyond my cognition.I sped up the speed of the file rope and felt just a little bit closer to being free.I didn't expect that the nail clippers, which I thought were so harmful at first, would play an important role many times.

"You know my experience? Feel very pitiful?" Sullivan stopped suddenly and looked at me across the table, "But this is not the most pitiful. Have you ever heard of the child's biological A story about a father who wanted to send his son to be burned alive by others, or even drive his mother crazy and then commit suicide? Although they all grew up in an orphanage, does this version sound a little more tragic?"

At that moment, the nail clippers finally cut the last strand of the rope, and the hemp rope rustled from my wrist to the ground.

But I can't move anymore, and the counterattack plan that was deployed in my mind just now has all failed.Like Sullivan, he settled on the other side of the table, staring closely at his eyes, trying to find a trace of a joke in them.

There was definitely a hint of teasing in that.Sullivan said slowly in a low voice: "Why don't you continue talking, are you too shocked? ... Xavier Jackson?"

The author has something to say: Good night~

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