[Comprehensive horror] I am convinced of this system task

Henry and I looked at each other and smiled with relief.

Sullivan had no power to fight back, but he was still smiling.The corners of his mouth are still curled up, at least from my perspective.

I don't understand why he can still smile like that in such a situation.

"Okay, what to do with this guy now?" I picked up my own gun that Sullivan had taken away, and put it back into my holster.There is another one, of course it is impossible to leave it to him, I picked it up and handed it to Henry.

Henry shook his head slightly: "No, I probably don't need it, you should keep it. I met two police detectives before, and I think they should be willing to take him away. I should also leave."

"Police detective?" I seemed to think of something, "Is it really effective to ask them for help?" I couldn't help but think of those policemen with impressive execution efficiency in the real world.

Henry glanced at Sullivan: "I don't know if you have read the news before, but the twins named Loken were also killed by a man with long blond hair according to eyewitnesses. I think this is enough for him to be in prison Squatting for a lifetime."

I nodded, and put a gun on Sullivan's back: "Okay, let's go downstairs first."

To be honest, this room that is about to be arranged as an altar still makes me somewhat uncomfortable.To say, I really don't like this kind of place with too much sense of religious ceremony, and I want to leave as soon as possible.

I was fully prepared for Sullivan's sudden counterattack, but who would have thought that he would walk out very obediently, without even needing me to poke him with a gun.

This room was already on the third floor.I said why my waist and back are still hurting. It turned out that he not only dragged me away, but also dragged me up a whole floor!Thinking of the intimate contact I had with these stairs when I was unconscious, I belatedly began to worry about whether I would be half-paralyzed or something in old age.

However, if I can really live to that day, thank God.

Before leaving the orphanage, I just walked to the hall on the first floor, and I saw two dark figures in the mist outside the door.I hesitated for a moment, but Henry seemed completely unafraid and walked out first, so I had no choice but to follow.

It turned out that I knew those two people.The moment I saw them, I almost howled to greet them:

"Sebastian! Joseph! You are all right, great, great." I was really happy to see that they were all unharmed.I can still vividly remember the time I ran away from the safe with Sebastian in the hospital, and rescued Joseph from the triangle knife.Now it seems that Sebastian's arm is fine, and both of them are in good spirits.

I met them in emergency situations before, and I didn't talk to them very well.Joseph came up and took off his gloves to shake my hand. I was very happy, but I hesitated when I saw my dirty hands, but Joseph held my hand without hesitation:

"Xavier, I heard Sebastian talk about you, thank you very much for saving me last time, it's great to see you're fine."

Compared with the irascible Sebastian, his partner seems gentle and quiet.Henry also brought Sullivan up at this time and said, "This person is what I said before. The case of dismemberment where the twins were killed probably has something to do with him."

Sebastian turned his head and glanced at Joseph. Joseph pushed his glasses tacitly, then took out a small notebook and wrote down two notes.Sebastian stared at Sullivan and pushed him over, but Sullivan still didn't respond at all.

"Okay, we have to find a place to rest first, and then leave here, Mr. Townsend, and Xavier, come with us." Sebastian said.Henry nodded, but I hesitated.

I can't get out of here.No matter how you look at it.

It's great that they are all safe, but there are still things I can't let go of.

So, I still sighed: "You guys go first, don't worry about me."

I didn't say the second half of the sentence.

Because I still have to find someone else, I promised him that I would go back.

All three of them showed expressions of disbelief.That's right, I can go out, but I still want to stay in this crappy place. Anyone who sees it will think I'm sick.

I can't tell if I'm sick or not.Anyway, seeing Henry opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to me, I guess he wanted to persuade me to leave with them, but in the end, I waved my hand and stayed where I was.

Sebastian and Joseph looked at each other again, but said nothing.I know this scene is indeed a bit embarrassing, but I had to hold back the embarrassment and waved goodbye to them.

They escorted Sullivan away. Looking at the backs of those people, I breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that Sullivan suddenly turned his head and smiled at me, and that smile made my hair stand on end.He said softly:

"I will continue to complete the sacrament and seek 'liberation', I should know, thank you."

This nonsensical sentence made me stunned and unable to react. When I wanted to ask again, the gun in Joseph's hand had already stabbed him in the back, so he had no choice but to turn his head and talk to Henry and the two police officers. Tan together, it didn't take long to disappear into the thick white mist of Silent Hill.

I'm the only one left here again, and it's time for me to go back.

I wanted to smile with relief, but after finally pulling the corners of my mouth, I felt that the smile was too fake.Anyway, no one could see it anymore, so I lowered my head depressedly and left in the opposite direction.

What Sullivan said can't be ignored.

Although the results are the same, and I finally grew up to this age, but what he said, about my parents, will always echo in my mind.

I know I'm old enough now, I don't know how bad I was when I was a kid to get annoyed enough by my dad to burn me to death.

Although I have never experienced what family love is like, I just watch it as a bystander in the movie, and sometimes I think it is too exaggerated.But I still have a brain, and I know that wanting to burn my own children to death should not be the norm in American families.

If what was written on the note picked up by the park is really my business, then it has something to do with that church.

I paced slowly and walked towards the hospital.But the canteen passed by again on the road.

The commissary where I stayed overnight on my first day.

In fact, I was already very hungry. Standing here, I wanted to go in and get something to fill my stomach, but I was stunned at the door.

If those are true.

So the uncle I met in this small shop before, who muttered "Killed my son", could it be, could it be...

My whole body was icy cold.Even though nothing appeared, I was still scared and took a step back.

These are ridiculous.It's scarier than a monster, and why do so many messy things have to happen to me!

That depressive emotion was firmly stuck in my chest, and I couldn't get rid of it no matter what.But when I was about to lose my breath and collapse, a very harsh sound of rubbing behind me pierced the silence. That familiar sound made me subconsciously look back quickly.

Sure enough it was him.

The triangular head also found me here at the same time, so he stopped walking, and the friction sound stopped, and I walked quickly to his side.

The first thing he looked up was the wound on his chest.It seems that the half bottle of medicine is still useful, and scabs have formed on it.But he was dragging a knife in his hand, and I knew the weight of that long knife, so I was afraid that he would tear the wound open again with excessive force.

"Why did you come out with the knife, looking for me?" I scratched my hair, trying to take the knife from his hand to help him, but he didn't give it to me at all, and suddenly hugged me, squeezing me effect.

"Pfft, cough, cough... I'm fine now, don't worry, don't worry, I've taken care of it all." Now, the feeling of stagnation before was squeezed by him, and he was about to suffocate me again.His hand strength didn't decrease at all even after he was injured, and it was difficult for me to break him with either hand.

It seemed that he was really worried about me. I didn't expect him to be like this, as if he was going to strangle my whole body, and he didn't let go after a while.

I smiled at him, and forgot about any family affairs for the time being: "Let's go, let's go back, I'm exhausted. I have time to tell you what happened slowly."

I tried again to reach for his knife, but failed again in this noble attempt.Triangle Head didn't seem to care about his injuries at all, as if only the things with screws under his head belonged to him.

I went all the way back to the hospital. The last time I was here was the World War corpse tide. At that time, there were broken arms and legs everywhere, but in the watch world, the hospital was still clean, and those fragments disappeared.That's fine, don't worry.

And after entering the hall, I found that the mysterious nurse was sitting behind the front desk this time, quietly watching me and the triangle head coming in through the door.

I didn't mind it, but the triangular head was so big that it didn't scare the nurse.Her expression remained calm, even a little indifferent.

"You, can't you see him?" I was a little curious.

The nurse still didn't make any movement, but said indifferently: "I can only see the patient."

She looked like she didn't want to continue talking to me at all, and I didn't bother to make fun of myself. Now going back to rest and eat is more important than anything else, so I got into the elevator with the triangular head.

Now there is no crisis situation and the malfunction of the elevator has been fixed.And while waiting for the elevator to go up, there is also that kind of hollow music with the rustle of electricity, which is so annoying that people want to dig the wall.When the elevator reached the floor, I jumped out immediately and returned to my not-so-well-decorated room with the triangle head.

I am in front and the triangle head is behind.After he entered the door, he put down the knife and locked the door behind him with a "click".

"You..." My heart hung up again just after I let go, and I was forced to fall down on the bed as I backed up, "You are still injured, why do you want to..."

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By the way, I saw someone on the forum saying that the author did not reply to the comments, and I felt very sad...I felt like I was shot in the knee by an arrow

I post 4, I read QAQ carefully for each one, but sometimes I really don’t know how to reply, so I usually only pick out the problematic ones, and let the others follow the fate... If you reply to every one, what kind of feeling? Perfunctory and sentimental...

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