[Comprehensive horror] I am convinced of this system task

The split-headed man raised his head, his eyes fell on me first, and then on the triangular head next to me.

He was suddenly alert again, drawing his gun so fast I could barely see.I subconsciously jumped forward, and before the split-headed man shot, I stood in front of the triangular head: "Wait! This is me... This is my buddy."

I said nervously, I ran all the way across the bridge just now, and I am still wheezing and panting, out of breath, and have not recovered.Seeing the split-headed man draw his gun, his heart beat even faster.

Fortunately, the split man paused for a while, then put the gun back. "Your buddy is quite..." He looked at the triangle head with a complicated expression, "... trendy."

Moore and the three of them also leaned over at this time.Passing by the "tank" lying on the ground, like a large pile of expired meat corpses, the coach couldn't help shivering.That thing is so horrible that even I pray with all my heart that there won't be another one.

"Fortunately." Moore grinned bitterly, "I'm lucky. This is?..."

He asked the split-headed man, and the split-headed man turned around, but froze the moment he saw the three of them.

Moore and the others didn't understand, so I was also confused by the side, and I saw the split-headed man cursed in a low voice after seeing the red, red and white logo on the three of them's clothes.When I first met them, I noticed the logo. It should be their company or the team's logo or something, but I don't know how it attracted such strong resentment from this split man.

"Damn it, it's you again." The split-headed man showed an expression of extreme disgust for a moment, but he forcibly suppressed it, "Forget it, let's get out of here first, follow closely."

He glanced at his locomotive, and he couldn't drive it visually, so he just left it there and ignored it. He was really curious whether his locomotive was used by him as a vehicle or a weapon.

Moore and the others tried to contain the tank just now, and there were no bullets left.Moore sprained his foot and had to be supported. In this case, even with a fire axe, he couldn't swing it.If it wasn't for the split-headed man to come to rescue, one or two more zombies could perfectly cause the group to be wiped out.

Although the split-headed man has an inexplicable hostility towards the three of them, he feels that he is not bad, and his current posture is to take us out of here.

I'm not afraid. I still have some bullets left. After resting for a while, my strength will recover, and the ax can still be swung.The key is that with the triangular head next to it, even the tank can be rolled empty-handed, and it feels like there is nothing to be afraid of.

I have never seen such a wonderful team composition.A split-headed man with super fighting power but feeling very attractive, three members of the action team covered with bruises, a dazed face and me with a low sense of existence, and a triangle head who doesn't know why I'm here.

All the way down the bridge, the split-headed man was at the front, the three were in the middle, I was at the end, and the triangular head followed me every step of the way as if it was sticky.Although he is indeed very powerful, it still makes me feel a little uncomfortable.

Thinking about it, he actually followed him all the way from the hospital. In that case, the figure I saw on the street corner before was indeed him.The triangle head usually ignores me when I talk, and sometimes does things inexplicably. I didn't expect that IQ is so high that I can play stalking!

For the first time in my life, I felt like being a big star and being targeted by the paparazzi.

But it suddenly occurred to me that I suddenly felt unwell in the park and threw him away and ran away by myself, but he kept following and came out to save me again. Apart from embarrassment, I also felt a little guilty.

Now the palpitations and the feeling of chills all over the body disappeared again, just like the palpitations, coming and going, and standing with the triangular head right now, I don't feel any discomfort.

Regarding emotional instability and the like, think about it because I was too stimulated in Silent Hill.I didn't have this kind of situation before, if there was... it should have happened within a period of time after that incident.Now I don’t have a deep impression of that period. I heard from my friends that after returning to the orphanage, I locked myself in a room for a long time and locked the door, refusing to contact anyone.

But at that time, everyone thought that my state was normal, and after several weeks, or several months, I recovered by myself.

The elevator in the hospital was broken, and the triangular head didn't seem to return to the room. He didn't bring his spear or machete, so he followed up empty-handed.As I walked, I didn't know if he wanted to help me carry things or if he felt uncomfortable without a weapon in his hand, he insisted on grabbing my fire axe.But after I resisted for a while, he gave up.

There's no one else around, so there's nothing to worry about swaggering down the middle of the driveway.When we were about to get off the bridge, there was another sound like an air defense siren in the distance.

At the same time, the surrounding environment began to change.Pieces of blood on the ground gradually disappeared, and the light turned on.There was no need for the flashlight now, so I took it out of my breast pocket and turned it off.

The mist slowly gathered again, and the red color in the sky faded away.

After going through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, the inner world finally switched back to the outer world.

The triangular head stopped suddenly, turned back—turned back to his huge pyramidal head—to the direction it came from, and was stunned for a while.

"Do you want to go back?" I also listened, and from the corner of my eye I saw that the four people in front had already walked away.The triangle head still didn't respond to what I said as always, but he just paused for a while, then turned back and continued walking.

After getting off the bridge, there is a toll booth. We were going to skip it directly, but the split man who led the team went straight in.

I was a little curious, so I went in to have a look.Found him actually checking various chests of drawers inside, and smashed two crates stacked in the corner.Searching every corner here like entering no one's land.

"Who the hell are you?" I folded my arms and asked him in a relaxed tone as much as possible.Although he did save us from the crisis, his strange attitude towards Moore and others always made me very disturbed.

Suddenly, he saw a bottle exposed from the crate he smashed. It was the kind of glue-like healing potion that he had in the hospital before.Thinking of Moore's foot injury, I rushed over with one stride and snatched it from the split-headed man.

"Have you always had this attitude towards other people's questions?" The split-headed man withdrew his hand and glanced at me with sharp eyes.

I was choked by him, and I was a little speechless: "My name is Xavier. I don't know why I came here. I am helping to investigate some things now, that's it." I spread my hands and first signaled to him that I was not hostile, but in reality Still upset.

The split-headed man looked at me again, and then said: "Leon. I'm also here to investigate some things. I advise you, if you don't want to be further involved, don't continue to cooperate with those people."

I froze.Again?Why does everyone tell me to watch out for them?

I asked him my question, and Leon still answered me while searching for things: "Did you see their logo? The company's water is very deep, I'm afraid you won't be able to swim through it."

Just as I was about to say something, he dug out a box of pistol/gun ammunition from the wreckage of those messy crates, took it out, paused in front of my eyes, put it in his pocket, and left as if no one was there.

His attitude is really hard for me to accept, but when I think about their whole load of munitions, all kinds of biological and chemical weapon-like equipment, and the company's practice of crossing the river and demolishing bridges, I have to admit that what Leon said is correct.

But I can't really let go of Moore and the others as they said, after all, I have lived and died together all the way.I walked out of the toll booth with the bottle of pills and walked straight up to Moore.

His ankle was high and red and swollen.This bottle of medicine has healed my hand injury twice and I am sure it will work.

"Relax, you can sit down." I said to Moore.

Vivienne and the coach supported him to sit against the wall, and I glanced at Leon in front of me from the corner of my eye. Although he still kept a long distance from us, he just stopped there without going far, observing our actions.

The triangular head behind did not follow up either. I found out just now that Moore and the others have always maintained an expression of fear towards him.I knew I couldn't convince them to accept a monster that even I couldn't fully accept, so I didn't waste my efforts.In case the triangle head does something excessive in front of them, then I might as well just jump into the lake.

I rolled up Moore's trouser legs, unscrewed the bottle and poured the potion down.

His injury was not as deep as my previous few times. As soon as the medicine was poured on, the redness and swelling could be seen to subside immediately, and half a bottle of medicine had been used to restore it to its original state.

Moore hurriedly stopped me, not allowing me to continue pouring: "Okay, I think I'm fine, please save yourself, this medicine is so amazing, don't waste it."

I put the lid on suspiciously but didn't tighten it: "You take two steps first?"

Vivienne wanted to reach out to help him, but Moore waved at her. He slowly stood up while supporting the wall, and then took two steps carefully.

He showed a surprised expression: "Damn, it's really all right!"

Seeing him running and jumping a few more steps in a row, I tightened the lid with confidence and threw the medicine into the backpack.Just as I was about to continue walking, I realized that Leon in front turned around and walked towards us.

"What kind of virus is the incident here?" He asked Moore straight-forward with a cold expression.

The joy on Moore's face immediately faded: "I, we don't know either."

"You know Nick?"

Vivienne was stunned: "He, he is our liaison officer..."

"That's right." Leon crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows lightly, "He called the police. He said that three people were missing, so it should be you. Now it seems that the matter here is not caused by your company from?"

It seems that Vivienne's focus is not on Leon's focus, she asked anxiously: "How is Nick? The people over there won't..."

Leon waved his hand impatiently: "The agent is protecting him. You just need to answer me, does this matter have anything to do with the umbrella company?"

"No." Moore replied as calmly as possible, "We also investigated to collect samples at the beginning. Now that the contact with the company has been cut off, they should think... we can't survive."

Leon considered it for a while: "It seems that the collection is not necessary now, but you three," he pointed at Vivienne and the coach with his hand, "Record a statement with me first."

The author has something to say: Good night~