[Comprehensive horror] I am convinced of this system task

I came here to investigate the zombies before, so I still have the impression.

It seemed that we were in one of the countless side-by-side burial chambers in the cemetery.

But looking up at this scene at first glance made my heart beat a lot faster.I suddenly lowered my head to confirm, fortunately, only me and the triangular head were lying and playing together in the coffin, without the original owner of the coffin.

I'm still a little happy to think that zombies should never appear again.He turned over and jumped out of the coffin, moving his joints.The tomb is not big, so I checked the other sarcophagus on the opposite side, and it was empty inside. No wonder this tomb doesn't seem to have such an unpleasant smell.

Turning back again, my eyes were attracted by the small stele under the sarcophagus.Crouching down to check, he found that there was not a single word on the stele.Beside the stele, a piece of paper fell.

I don't even need to look to know who wrote it.

Waking up in a sarcophagus is rebirth

eternal life is judgment

andrew william

I stood up, frowning.

It was easy to talk about those before, but why is there a note left by him here?

Could it be that this tomb without a stele is his... grave?

Just at this time, the triangular head also came out of the sarcophagus.The space here is narrow, it is a bit difficult for him.After stepping out of the sarcophagus, he turned around and dragged his beloved big knife out of the sarcophagus, and it fell to the ground with a bang.

"Let's go out first." I saw that the outside world should have returned to the appearance of the watch world, so I couldn't help but feel relieved.However, I lowered my head and got out of the tomb, and was embarrassed again.

I turned around and shouted at the triangular head that was still in the tomb: "This door is so small, your head can't get through it, what should I do?"

The triangle head seems to want to try it, but as I said, let alone the whole person, he can't even poke his head out. Several ends are stuck on the door frame, leaving no room for movement.It took a lot of effort, and with my help, he freed his head from the door frame.

But he was still trapped in the tomb.After contemplating for a long time, he made a complicated gesture, and I thought about it for a while to make me retreat.Well then, I will back up. After taking two steps, I saw the triangular-headed knife piercing through the wall of the tomb.

The tomb looks like it has been around for some years, and it was built with bricks and stones.As soon as he did this, the bricks and the like became loose and began to fall.He swung the knife again, almost destroying half of the wall abruptly.

Now he can come out.But I saw that the tomb was already shaking, and pieces fell in a mess, shouting: "Hey, come out quickly!!"

The triangle head put away the knife and walked out, I ran up anxiously, grabbed his arm and pulled him, pulling him over.The tomb completely collapsed in the next moment.

It was simply too thrilling.I stared at the tomb, which had become a pile of ruins, with lingering fear.If I hadn't pulled it, the triangular head might have been buried under it.Although his head is strong enough, his body is still flesh and blood, so he probably won't be able to withstand such a blow.

The triangular head is really too violent. Wherever it goes, it is dismantled, and everywhere it goes is a mess.However, I don't seem to have anything to say about his qualifications.

I just started to observe the surrounding situation."Fear" is eliminated, but Silent Hill is still the same, still looks like a white mist, not the real world.I also expected this, after all, I haven't completed the task of attacking the triangle head yet.

This belongs to another area of ​​the cemetery. Although the overall arrangement is similar, I am sure I have never been here before.Moreover, this location is already very close to the church.

Speaking of the church, I have completely lost faith in them.Especially in the place like a dream, those believers and priests stood behind the priest, looking at the "I" who was about to be burned to death, and their expressions were distorted with excitement like a party. This kind of ceremony is almost the most The dark medieval treats witches like witches, full of perverted meaning.

I was going to go straight back to the hospital, but when I saw the church and the phoenix tail feather-like totem on its spire, I approached it in a strange way.

The triangle head didn't stop me, but just followed behind me.

The church slowly became clear in the thick fog, and when I got close enough, I suddenly saw something floating in the windows on the second floor.

In order to prevent my whereabouts from being noticed, I subconsciously quickly shrank behind a thick dead tree, and then slowly poked my head out to check.

The dark figure in the window is a human figure, but this does not make me feel at ease.

Because I can't decide whether it's people or the monsters in Silent Hill that are more terrifying.

One of the figures is not difficult to see from the height. It is the priest Esther that Heather asked me to guard against, and the other is a taller man. The two seem to be talking about something.Taking advantage of their attention not being outside the window, I pulled the triangular head and rushed to the base of the wall, hiding in their blind spot.

"Hello." I whispered to the triangle head, and the cat bent its waist and pointed upward, "Excuse me, do me a favor."

The triangle head will not have a vocal response to what I say, but every time he can quickly understand my intentions.He folded his hands and pushed me hard as I stepped onto it.

Using this force, I leap high and grab a raised sculpture on the church wall.After that, things like climbing up will not trouble me.Even though the first floor of the church is much taller than other buildings, I easily climbed to the window on the second floor.

I still have the energy to choose a less strenuous posture and hide outside the window.The man was dressed in a bloated costume and looked like he should be a member of the church soldiers, but he took off his helmet and stood in front of Esther with a humble attitude.

"Has everything been confirmed?" Esther asked.

The church soldier replied: "I haven't found out where he is now, but 'that thing' has indeed disappeared completely."

My intuition told me that they were discussing my affairs.

Sure enough, he was still trying to catch me.

I sneered and continued to eavesdrop.At this time, if someone from the church came to inspect the cemetery, they could see me lying on the wall like a big gecko at a glance.Whether the triangular head will be directly silenced will not be said for the time being. Now I can only try my luck. I hope that my petty theft will not be discovered.

"It's okay." Esther's feeling of speaking at this time is completely different from what I heard before.That flirty tone was actually pretended by her, and Esther's voice was low at the moment, which even made me feel a little creepy when I heard it outside the window, "Anyway, he can't leave here, he will always be found, we have plenty of time... How is the old man?"

I pricked up my ears to know something about myself, but she suddenly changed the subject.Before I realized who she was talking about, I heard the soldier say: "He is still trying to escape here, but he has already been targeted. He is now locked in Toluca Prison."

They're talking about...my...father?

Esther nodded, with a meaningful smile on her face: "That's good, he can't escape there anyway. Anyway, he made up his mind to watch his son die back then. It's so many years late. Those who come will still come, let him... just watch carefully."

Although I had deduced the identity of that man long ago, the shock I figured out was far less than what I heard with my own ears now.

It turned out that he did not escape from here.

I patiently listened to a few more sentences of what they said, and found that the rest were all trivial matters, so I stopped listening.

I looked back, and the triangular head reached out to me in a tacit understanding.

So, I loosened my hands that were clasping the embossed decoration with great relaxation, let myself fall freely, and was finally caught firmly by the triangular head.

"Let's go home first."

Because it was sent over, the speedboat was still parked on the opposite bank, and I couldn't drive the boat of friendship with Triangular Head to go back, so I had to cross the bridge.I thought I would be in the mood for a walk, but as I walked, I realized that I didn't.

"Fear" disappeared, the curse was broken, and there should be no more corpses in Silent Hill.But my mood did not relax, even a little bit.

For me, things haven't quite worked out yet.

As soon as I got back to the hospital room, I ignored the little triangle who ran over excitedly and hugged my legs, turned my head to the triangle and said:

"I'm going to Toluca Prison."

I took a breath and continued, when the door that had just been closed was slammed open again, and Heather came running in, panting.

"Xavier you did it!"

I thought she seemed a little too enthusiastic, so I nodded sheepishly.She continued: "What did you just say, going to...prison?"

"Yeah." I said without thinking, "I heard what Esther said, she put... locked my father there."

Heather seemed to be very surprised by my decision: "What if she deliberately lured you there? Also, you called him... Father? You already know what happened, and you still have to save him he?"

I lowered my eyes, thought about it seriously, and still insisted on my decision.

"I've thought about it." I said seriously, feeling that I haven't spoken so seriously for a long time, so that I don't know myself who is talking now, "There are some things that I will never forgive in my life. I'm fine with myself, don't worry."

I thought of his lifeless cloudy eyes the first time I saw him in the commissary.I grew up so big without heart and soul, and only recently learned the truth about my life experience.But he looked like that, but he seemed to be tortured by the events of the year for a full 20 years.

"However, there are some things that I want to know." I paused, and continued, "In order to understand these things, I have to ask him, personally."

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