[Comprehensive horror] I am convinced of this system task

However, even though the church persecuted me in every possible way, I am still standing here intact, and even came back.

I wanted to ask, but what he said next made me hold back the question abruptly:

"I don't know...you are still alive." He looked at me with blank eyes, or just looked at me, "and...you will come back, the church will not let you go, that priest, she ..."

"I know." I interrupted him, even a little understatement, "I have met with her, but the account has not been settled. Thank you, let me finally be able to 'set' the attitude to face them. "

I should have said these words through gritted teeth, but in the reflection of the glass, I saw a mocking smile on the corner of my mouth.

Now I can more or less understand the "fear" mood.

It's the kind of madness that wants to burn the church and its enemies to death.Even if I go to hell, I still have the feeling of disappearing with them.

Those who left negative impressions in his memory and caused him pain were all turned into monsters under the curse.Whether it is a hunter or a nurse, they are all suffering from torture that would be worse than death.

No, it's not so much "he", but "I", the undivided me.

He lowered his head and muttered in a low voice:

"I know it's useless to say I'm sorry, and... your mother can't hear me say sorry, I hope she knows you're still alive..."

"Yes, so you can think of something else temporarily." I waved my hand, "Now, I'll get you out first, you quickly find a way to escape from Silent Hill, and then I will solve the church's problem."

I turned to look at the triangle head: "Please."

He looked a bit reluctant, as if he couldn't let go of this person who was supposed to be my father, who had sent me into the hands of the church, even more than I did.

Right, right, if I really die, there will be no one to attack him, and no one will clean his room. Thinking about it, it's still quite lonely.

The triangular head dawdled for a rare moment before moving slowly.But before he raised his sword, he put his arms around me behind him.I took two steps back before I realized that this is glass, which is different from the previous fence or something. I guess he was afraid that I would be scratched.

I actually think Triangle Head cared a little too much for me. Compared with being protected by him, I prefer the feeling of fighting with him.I backhanded the little triangle's head into the backpack, looked at the man on the other side of the glass wall, and told him to take two steps back with my eyes so as not to get hurt.

The triangular head raised the big knife, and with a series of shattering sounds, the glass wall cracked into fragments that reflected light on the ground.

The man hesitated for a long time before coming out from inside, but he kept his eyes down, the closer he got, the less he dared to look at me.

I remembered the note I saw in the park earlier.That thing shocked me at the time, because the things written on it were so terrifying that I had never heard of them, but I never thought that those things were real, experiences that happened to me.

It's like watching TV or watching a movie and being passed through by a drama. After coming down again and again, when I really know the truth now, I don't seem to be so shocked anymore.

However, speaking of those pieces of paper, I suddenly remembered that there are things I don't know.

I asked my father, "Well, who is Andrew William?"

I'm just asking casually, since he's been in Silent Hill longer than I have, and should know who this haunted person left me with the little note.

Even if he doesn't know the answer - which is very possible - I don't think so, but I didn't expect him to suddenly look up and wait for me with a... disbelief expression on his face?

This scene made me feel very embarrassed and confused, I turned my head to look at the triangle head, only to find that my father and I did the same thing, however, the triangle head did not move, just using his big iron head, and We looked at each other.

At this moment, the whole room was suddenly dyed red.

My whole body trembled with vigilance. I thought it was the arrival of the other world, and the piercing sound did indeed resemble it.But I didn't realize it until I saw the alarm light above, because we broke the glass and the prisoner escaped and triggered the prison's alarm system.

"Let's go!" I knew I couldn't delay any longer, I wanted to slap myself a few seconds ago, even if I wanted to ask questions, I should wait until it was safe.

You know, we don't know how many meters below the ground!

I took the lead and ran out of this corridor. Amidst the ear-piercing sirens, the length of the corridor seemed to be extended tens of thousands of times compared to when I came.

Damn it, I thought it would be enough to get rid of the guards!It's not that simple at all!

Going back to the circular corridor, the sound of sirens echoed throughout the huge space, layer by layer, one after another, making people almost desperate.The red warning light illuminated sections of the corridor red, and the bottom floors of the prison were old and almost exactly the same as the other world.

No, thinking that we are about to face church soldiers or even the entire church, this is more terrifying than the other world to me now.

We rushed to the stairwell, but we didn't expect several monsters to appear out of thin air in the stairwell that we had cleaned up just now.

I stared at them, and took another pistol that I had confiscated from Sullivan before. Regardless of whether he would use it or not, I stuffed it back into my father's hand: "You take this, for self-defense."

Just make sure he doesn't get hurt.

I was extremely excited when I thought that I would fight another way out from here with Triangle Head.It feels like the blood in the whole body is boiling.

I glanced at the triangular head, even if I couldn't meet his gaze, I would have the feeling that I was looking at him.

That's enough to make me feel at ease.

In this way, with one bang, kill out from here.

Amidst the sound of sirens, monsters gathered towards our escape route.But no matter whether it was the monster in the shape of a strong man or the nurse, they all collapsed under the attack of me and the triangle head.

It is estimated that the detection of us intruders has not been dealt with, the more we go up, the sound of the alarm becomes more and more urgent, almost continuous, making it a headache.

Even after rushing into the guard tower, the alarm sound did not decrease at all, and in such a narrow space, the sound almost turned into a tangible force that hurt people's chest, as if they wanted to explode. Unspeakable pain.

"I'll go up first, Triangle Head, please go last!" I said to Triangle Head.The reason for this arrangement was that there would be monsters chasing after him, and Triangle Head would have no objection, but it was his father who looked at Triangle Head suspiciously.

I don't know why, every time he looks at the triangle head, it's weird.

If it was just because he felt resentful for the son he hadn't seen for a long time and came back to life on the head of the triangle, then that's fine.But I always feel that there seems to be something else in his eyes.

There's not much time to worry about it now.I slung the weapon on my back and climbed up.I looked back and saw my father was behind me, with a triangle head at the bottom, so I was relieved.

It stands to reason that climbing up is more strenuous than climbing down, but at this moment of racing against time, there is no time to rest.

"Ah, we're going up."

I saw the lights of the sentry tower monitoring room on it, and I couldn't help sighing.Not only for the people who followed, but also for myself to feel a little more at ease when I said it.

However, what I didn't expect was that after I made the sound, there was a crisp "click" from the upper channel opening.

Fortunately, I reacted quickly, and before my brain realized what the sound was, I reacted: "Stay as close to the ladder as possible! Quick!"

I buried my head in the crook of my arm as much as I could, and as soon as I finished this movement, the bullets fired fell from the hole above like a torrential rain.

"Damn it!" I carefully pulled the backpack to the side and clipped it to my side to prevent the small triangle inside the backpack from being hurt.But when the warm liquid permeated my clothes, I felt a chill in my heart, and I already felt bad.

The first wave of shooting was shorter than I thought, as if it was deliberately stopped.I heard yelling and cursing from above, and that stuffy feeling came from through the protective clothing:

"Damn! What are you messing with! The priest said not to hurt that bastard!"

Everyone fell to the ground, motionless, but my hand still did not leave the trigger.Anyway, it wasn’t my gun, and I didn’t have any sense of conserving bullets. It was like venting my anger. Until all the bullets were fired, I smashed the gun hard on a person, not enough to relieve my anger, and even kicked him. foot.

"Fuck you bastard."

After confirming that there were no more church soldiers nearby, I turned around and gave a hand, pulling my father and the triangular head who were still in the passage.Especially my father, who felt that what happened just now scared him a lot.It took a while to recover, but his eyes were still staring at my shoulder.

"What, what's wrong?..." I turned my head to look, and was stunned.

My khaki overalls, a large swath from shoulder to sleeve, were stained bright red with blood.

But I don't feel any pain in my body, I'm not injured, I'm sure of that.So, this is...

I shivered and inhaled the cold air, untied my backpack and put it on the ground like crazy, and unzipped it tremblingly.

Although the color of the black backpack can't be seen, the place where my hand touches is sticky and warm, and I don't need to look at the palm to know what it is.

But even if I took Little Triangle's body out of the backpack with my own hands, I still couldn't believe this scene.

It was as quiet and motionless as before.Even at the last moment, it spent its unknowingly long life in silence, even as bullets passed through its thin body.Because it can't scream or cry, I don't know when its cold body started to lose its temperature, and I don't know how painful the bullets make it feel.

I'd rather it be just for a moment.

I hugged Little Triangle's corpse tightly in my arms, and the clothes on my chest were soaked in blood, before they cooled down and turned into dry black bloodstains, finally warming my heart that was already about to become icy cold.

"Thank you." I saw three other little triangles climbing up my shoulders and hugging me tightly.I am very grateful to them for helping me hide my face in the shadows now, so I tried and said this sentence to them in a hoarse voice.

The body structure of the small triangle makes them silent throughout their lives.But if Silent Hill really was born from my consciousness, they will always be here, echoing thousands of times.

The author has something to say: good evening~ (top the pot and run away)