[Comprehensive horror] I am convinced of this system task

When I heard this, I couldn't react for a while, and it took a few seconds to realize that what my father said should be a triangle head.

The first reaction was that he already knew that there was a relationship between me and the triangle head, so I couldn't accept it for a while.But judging by his expression, he was too serious to seem to be talking about that.

So what he means is that the triangular head is a monster?Indeed, the first time I saw the triangular head, I was terrified. In addition to the strange task, there was also the influence on me from the game of Silent Hill. The big knife in his hand was sharp. The helmets give people a very strong aggressiveness, and it is false to say that you are not worried.

But looking back, what my father said just now was "that person", not "that monster".

In other words, he regarded the triangle head as a human being?The triangular head is not the same as those twisted and deformed monsters, except for the head, it is no different from normal people.

Even more ferocious in some respects.

Ha ha.

I twitched the corner of my mouth, and straightened my expression again to ask: "You mean the triangle head?... What's wrong with him?"

Father looked around cautiously. He should be worried that the triangular head would eavesdrop, but as far as I know, he doesn't have this attribute yet.There were only the two of us in this narrow passage, and the atmosphere was eerily silent.

In fact, I avoided talking to him all the way out of prison.The reason is simple, I don't know how to talk to him.But when it comes to the triangular head, I can no longer pretend to be stupid.

Really want to explain my doubts, my father seems not as decisive as before: "I'm not sure, I just want to remind you... Have you heard of the executioner of Silent Hill?"

I shook my head blankly and let him continue.

"It is said that during the Civil War, in the church of Silent Hill, there were executioners who specially executed death row prisoners." My father still pressed his voice to the extreme, which made it difficult for me to listen, and I could only concentrate on distinguishing what he said, "They used hanged or impaled...to punish those who disobeyed the will of the church."

Church again?

The Civil War has been going on for so long now, this church is really poisonous, not to mention its vitality, it can still be so tossing.

However, how could the triangular head have anything to do with the church?

"We've been together for a while, and I haven't seen what relationship he has with the church?..." I recalled it, and said slowly.

If he has anything to do with the church, let's not talk about me, I don't believe he can still coexist peacefully with Aretha, that is, Heather.Since Heather didn't warn me, there shouldn't be any danger.

My father sighed: "I'm just guessing. It is rumored that because the executioner's punishment is extremely cruel and bloody, they will wear a huge triangular hat to cover their faces. In this way, they can be isolated from the world. Become a monster without humanity..."

Whether his words are over here, I have lost consciousness.

It's just that what he said, there is really no way for me to completely separate them from the triangle head.

The blood-stained room below the prison... the picture of the executioner, the machete and the spear, and finally...

"Human monster"...

I rolled my eyes, and said to my father in an understatement tone: "Thank you, I will pay attention."

Maybe my reaction was too flat and abnormal, which made him a little worried.I waved my hand again: "Okay, get out of here quickly. I'm not sure if the church will catch up, anyway, don't delay."

I walked towards the car and graciously opened the door for him.The triangular head stood beside me and joined me, watching him get into the car, a little bit reluctant, but didn't say anything, and finally started the car and left.

"It can be regarded as solving one of the problems." I breathed a sigh of relief, but I still couldn't relax my heavy heart.

I glanced at the triangle head, and felt a little uncomfortable in my chest.

I can't let go of what my father said, but I don't want to quickly dismantle the relationship we established because of those few words.

Because from the current point of view, he has always, almost unconditionally, stood by my side.Facing the influence of the church, he was merciless in killing people.

If he belonged to the church, with his strength and ability, he could pack me up and carry me to the church at any time.But he didn't, at least not yet.

So, I still choose to believe him.

Even if it's a game, I can choose how I play it.Isn't it too boring to follow what the NPC says every time?

The triangle head was still looking at the direction the car was driving away, so I tugged at his hand: "Let's go, there are other things to do."

I reversed the direction of the backpack on my back and hugged it to my chest.

"Let's find a place to bury the little triangle."

I am not very familiar with Silent Hill, and it is difficult to find a good place in a short time.Maybe ask Heather and he'll tell me where to put this little guy who doesn't know where he came from, but I don't want to ask her, I'd rather walk outside alone for a while.

Because after this thing is over, I'm going to start planning the next thing.In other words, those things that I temporarily store and don't want to think about must also be faced.

Finally I found a small hill, away from town, in the mist, barely looking down to see the silhouette of Silent Hill below.

I think it's nice here.The little triangle doesn't seem to belong in Silent Hill in the first place.They are not like the monsters, weird masses, and churches, like elves.It feels "clean" to bury it outside of Silent Hill, away from the nasty stuff.

Find a small tree and carefully put down the backpack.The other three small triangles got out first by themselves, and stood neatly beside me, with their hands clasped together, looking very solemn.

I took out the dead little triangle and uncovered the outer coat.

The bloodless gray skin made it no different from when it was alive, as if it was asleep.

I really hope that at this moment it will suddenly jump up, jump into my arms and give me a hug.

It's a pity that this is Silent Hill and there are no fairy tales.

I don't have any tools on me, and its small body doesn't need much space for the small triangle.So, I started digging the soil with both hands.

The process was slow and even a little difficult. My fingers felt sore after a while, and there were some small wounds, but I was determined to complete it.

What I didn't expect was that the triangle head would also squat down to help.

The relationship between him and the little triangle has always been unclear to me.At first, he was very impatient with the little triangle running around on his body, and even picked up the little triangle that naughtily jumped onto his helmet.But later, I occasionally saw him sitting on the bed, slowly playing with the little triangle.

So I didn't say anything, and with his help, I dug a small hole big enough for the small triangle.

As the only person present who could speak, I felt I should speak.Although I've never been to a decent funeral, I tried to make Triangle's funeral a little more solemn.

The little triangle feels more like a "human" to me than the guys in the church.

I cleared my throat and stood in front of the small pit.

"You come silently, you leave silently.

"Helped me and countless other children.

"We will never forget you, as we will never forget the day off and the stars.

"Little Triangle, may you rest in peace."

In the end, I felt that my throat was a little blocked, so I was forced to end the speech and covered it with soil.The body of Little Triangle gradually disappeared before my eyes and turned into a small mound.After standing up, he closed his eyes again, and stood silently in front of the mound for a while, and then let the other little triangles get into the backpack and left there.

This road is completely unfamiliar, but I remember the general direction in my mind, and I can still return to the hospital by walking slowly.

My coat was covered in blood and stains and I stuffed it in my bag and didn't want to wear it.The mist floated by my side, and I felt a little cool.

"I still lied to my father." I said suddenly, turning my head to look at Triangle Head.

He also turned his head sideways, as if listening.I continued: "I don't know if this is a lie... He said that killing 'Fear' must use the blood of 'God', remember? I said, it was killed by you."

I smiled wryly before continuing: "Actually... I don't want to face those things at all. I'm a god or something. How could it sound possible? But..." I frowned and looked at him, "The one from before The door was opened by my blood. The moment I cut myself with your knife... the blood... stained your knife..."

Looking down at his hands, even though the wounds on them had healed.

Some things seem absurd, but in fact, they are so logical that they are scary.

The title of "God" falls on me, it is too heavy.

It's just in this Silent Hill, apart from Silent Hill, I'm nothing but Xavier.As long as you settle things and go out, you can get rid of these burdens.

Thinking this way, it seemed a little easier, and my steps were a little brisk.Just walking, I saw a car parked on the side of the road.

Is it Moore's car?I looked at the dirty white van and the red and white umbrella pattern easily confirmed my suspicions.I ran up to look in two steps, and there was no one in the car.No wonder, Moore and the others should have left Silent Hill.

Just tried it casually, the door can still be opened.If I can drive back to the hospital, I can walk less. It happens that I am also very tired. Physical fatigue always comes with mental relaxation.So I got in the driver's seat and figured out how to drive it away.

This time the triangular head seemed to be more active. After he squeezed into the car door with difficulty, he turned his head and stared at me for a while, then suddenly picked me up.

"Can you..." I said in a panic, but I felt a soft touch under my body, and I was hugged and sat on his lap.

Of course, it doesn't seem to be completely soft.

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