[Comprehensive horror] I am convinced of this system task

"Ah? Are you kidding?..." But I couldn't even look away from the room. It can even be said that I am a little afraid to look at the triangle head now, so I deliberately looked elsewhere, "Are you kidding?"

In this way, I have no way to know his reply.

The place looked like no one had been in for a long time.The windows are covered with dust, so that even the sunlight falling into the room is obscured, not to mention the dust floating in the light.

The whole scene is like soaking in water, there is no sound, and it makes people feel suffocated.In the deep sea, no matter how hard you swim, you can't float up, just like you are now at a loss.

Whether it is the orientation of the bed and table arrangement or the overall orientation in the room, it is exactly the same as the room in the hospital.

even...

I took a step back, but I couldn't stand still and almost fell backwards.This time I didn't need the triangle head to support me, and I was able to stand on my own.

Because I saw that from my feet, extending into the entire room, almost the ground I could see was covered with messy scratches.

Scratches from long knives.

I suddenly turned around and looked at the triangular head behind him. He was still standing quietly under the door frame, without any reaction that he should have gone home.

But I can't think of a more reasonable explanation.

I moved slowly again and walked into the room.It was like opening a treasure that had been sealed for a long time.

The bed still has a mattress and a very simple, even rough, pillow and quilt, unlike in the hospital, where the poor triangular head only has a bare iron canopy bed.The extra cabinets on the side also make this place more human-living.

Apparently it was a place where people used to live.

The triangular mask isolates them from the world, turning them into ruthless monsters.

Isn't this monster a metaphor.What father wanted to say was a real monster?

"So... is this your home?"

I asked cautiously, even though I knew he couldn't answer.

Up to now, I no longer know whether the definition of triangular head is "human" or "monster" in my mind.

At first I did think he was a monster, and the most vicious and formidable scary monster in Silent Hill.But not only did he not hurt me, he also lived with me during this time.Apart from being unable to eat and speak, he is no different from a human being.

Even, after I knew what the church guys were doing, I felt that he was more "human" than them.

His body is warm.

So... is he really, transformed from a "human"?

I glanced at him blankly, and put my hand on the side of his neck.He tilted his head a little uncomfortable, but he didn't resist.On the contrary, I hesitated again when my fingertips touched those brain-like soft things.

I haven't experienced it, so I can't imagine the feeling of those long iron nails being driven into my brain.

Especially after knowing that he was once a living person, I remembered that I pulled out the nail because of my curiosity, which aroused his violent reaction, and I couldn't help but feel the pain in the chest.

"What should I do, can I help you?" I smiled wryly, and put my hand on his shoulder.

Although I was attacking the triangle head, but now it seems that I have been holding him back.

He helped me unconditionally. Now I found his problem and wanted to help him, but I didn't know where to start.

The triangle head doesn't care at all.Instead, he rubbed my head in relief, telling me not to worry.

"Please allow me to rummage around." I had an idea, and said to the triangle head, even if he disagreed, he couldn't stop me, "If this is the place where you lived, maybe there will be some clues."

In fact, I have no idea, but I can't think of another way.

I often see on TV, in movies, some bridges about amnesia.Then the patient will be dragged to various familiar places and do familiar things, which is said to help restore memory.

I don't know if what is said in the movie is really scientific, I can only try it myself.

I searched the table and wardrobe first.The drawer of the desk is very clean, I don't know if there was nothing in it, or it was cleared.

Before I opened the closet, I was curious.I want to know what Triangle Head's dressing taste was like before as a human being.

But unfortunately, there are several clothes in the closet, but they are all the same white executioner's robes, and there are no daily clothes.In a blink of an eye, I remembered the photos of the executioner I saw before, as well as the bloody execution ground.The white clothes are probably often stained with blood, and have been washed over and over again. Some stains are not clean, and they are already a little yellow.It also feels like the kind of frizz that has been washed thousands of times.

But anyway, it was a piece of clothing, much better than the rag around the triangle head.

I sigh.If he is a monster, it is okay, but if he is a human being, he will be regarded as a pervert if he walks on the street wearing a piece of cloth and shirtless.

I stuffed the clothes back into the closet. Anyway, the triangle head looks like it is now, and the condom can't fit it.But as soon as he closed the cabinet door, he remembered something, quickly pulled out the dress, picked it up and dangled it in front of the triangle head.

"How? Did you remember anything?" I asked hopefully.

It's a pity that the triangular head's head just turned slightly with the clothes floating around, and it seemed that he was looking at it very seriously.But other than that, there was no other reaction.

I sighed, dropped my clothes anyway, and searched for something else.

However, I even searched the toilet and under the bed, but I couldn't find any useful clues.I showed the triangle head all the toilet paper in the toilet, and in the end, I didn't have any expectations.

I sat down on the bed discouraged. I was obviously not very heavy, but because the bed was too old, the whole thing creaked.

"Fuck! Ring your mother, ring."

I was in a bad mood at this time, and I was sulking at myself again. I couldn't beat myself, and I had nowhere to vent my anger, so I could only punch myself hard on the bed.

This punch not only made a louder noise, but also shook violently.

For a moment, I thought the bed was about to collapse, so I stood up immediately to avoid my butt.

The bed creaked for a long time, but in the end it didn't fall apart.It's just that because of the shaking, something leaked out from the gap between the mattress and the head of the bed, and with a "boom", it fell to the ground lightly.

"This is?……"

I really didn't search this place just now, and I didn't expect it to be hidden quite deep.I picked it up and it was an old notebook.

The cover was covered in dust, which stained my hand.I opened the notebook and found that the paper inside was also yellow and brittle, so I had to turn the pages carefully.

The notebook was in my hand, so light that it didn't match its size.When I opened it, I found that many pages inside had been torn out.

Moreover, the format of the inside pages of the notebook is so familiar to me.

I can't believe that this person who has never shown his face but affects all my actions in Silent Hill, at this moment, completely overlaps with the triangle head who has always been by my side.

In order to prove it, I quickly turned back.I skimmed through many blank pages in the middle, and some of them were even broken by my movements too much, and fell to the ground. Finally, I saw the handwriting.

I have seen handwriting many, many times.

My hands were shaking a little, and I groped several times before I found the phone from my trouser pocket, opened the phone cover, and called up the pictures saved in the phone before, and put them next to the notebook for comparison.

The same.

Andrew William.

It turned out to be...

Holding the notebook in my hand, I slowly looked back at the triangular head standing behind me.

It turns out that he has experienced no less than me.

He was the one who walked in front of me, opened the way for me, and helped me find my way in difficult situations.

I feel a bit uncomfortable in the nose, maybe the dust here is too much.I turned around and looked at the words on the notebook.These things were written by him on the last page, and I think they were probably things he didn't want others to know.

Rituals handed down from the early days of Silent Hill

It's corrupting and it's growing like crazy

they lit a flame

In the end it will only catch fire***

all i have to do is judge

I don't know if I should show this notebook to Trianglehead.

It is estimated that he will not respond.

So I used this excuse I gave to re-stuff the notebook into the crevice of the bed.

I don't know why, I just don't want him to see this.

If it brings back memories, it will be painful memories.

He is obviously a human being, but he has been turned into what he is now.

"Let's go back." I whispered to the triangular head, my voice was a little unsteady, I was afraid he would hear that I was hiding something from him.

But the triangle head was still the same as usual, even grabbed my hand and left the room.

For him, the room in the hospital was actually more comfortable than here.

The watch world has not disappeared, and monsters still exist on the streets.But for us, they are no different from decorations, they don't affect me, and I don't bother to kill them.

Looking back, a lot happened that day.When reminiscing, there is still a hazy feeling like a dream. When I opened the door, three small triangles ran up to meet them. They didn't think they were too dusty, hugged me and the triangle head, and stuck to them for a long time before hugging them back. .

After taking a shower and going to bed, the day is over.

No matter how troublesome things are, leave them for tomorrow.

I lay on the bed and didn't even notice when I fell asleep.

Just in the middle of the night, I was suddenly awakened by the vibration of my mobile phone.

Sleeping in a daze, I didn't even think about whether it was dangerous or not, I thought it was the alarm I set that went off.

I got up and took out my phone from my trouser pocket and opened the cover.

But I only endured the glare of the light and glanced at it for the first time, and I was instantly sober.

Signal is still zero.But it actually showed that I had received a text message.

"Get out of the room and don't disturb the triangle head."

The author has something to say: Good afternoon~

The update time during this period is rather ghostly, I hope everyone will forgive me (puff kneel down