Chapter 200

Sitting on a stone by the side of the road.

Looking down at the watch, the pointer stopped completely.

Cole is ready to recover from the injury for a while. At least, his broken leg needs to be restored to a level where he can walk.

The wound composed of red light and shadow counted down and jumped in his sight.

Silent hill was originally relatively static. Perhaps it was faster than others, or maybe the power of the blood of the day Walker was working.

The countdown is about three seconds.

He was not idle during the break.

After making a plan in mind.

Open the real dream equipment library.

It's different from him in the real world or other film world.

The unspeakable darkness, like the tide of evil, is completely immersed in it.

Cole frowned slightly before taking out the prop.

Because the system does not clearly give the limit of the number of props taken out each time.

Hesitate for a moment.

Try to take out a just trial.

At the moment he took the pistol out of the real dream equipment library, deeper darkness poured into it, and the entrance connecting the outside world suddenly narrowed to the extent visible to the naked eye.

According to this degree, he can also take out three props.

Food is a necessity for repairing injuries.

Bullets are a necessity.

As for the cold weapon, Cole chose the sleeve sword which is easier to carry, not easy to lose, and more secretive.

After taking out these three things.

The real dream equipment library is completely submerged by unspeakable darkness and evil.

One hour countdown, presented at the entrance.

Count the quantity.

Only two cans were taken out, 21 bullets and a pair of sleeve swords.

Enough for the time being.

Devour two cans. The red wound counts down and decreases quickly.

Tie up the sleeve sword and load the bullet.

Cole got up and moved his body. Although his state was not very good, it did not affect walking and trotting.

Because the watch completely stopped moving, the countdown to the recovery of the injury was impressed by the food and the blood of the day walker. Now the only thing he can confirm the time is the countdown of the equipment warehouse.

The five minute protection time ends.

An unspeakable malice and hatred, mixed with the unique dark forces of hell, is like the peep of the evil existence from the bottom of the abyss.

Haunted by him.

This moment.

At the entrance of Cole's Town, the sky fell silent hill's eternal burning dust.

Twenty meters ahead.

Look through the air obscured by ash and haze.

You can see Ross selva's car parked alone next to the billboard at the entrance of the town, with the door wide open.

It means that she has entered the town first.

Look up.

His eyes fell on the huge billboard: "welcome to silent hill."

The reality of the film world, silent hill is located in West Virginia, a geographical location in the south of the Northeast... Or slave state, which is rich in coal mines and ranks last in the United States in terms of overall economic strength.

Adjacent to the fantastic Mississippi River, there are many branches and heresies of poverty, ignorance, Protestantism and heresy.

Full of cult holy land.

It is not difficult to understand that such a land breeds such a strange and evil place as silent hill.

More ironically.

Even so.

The church in the depths of silent hill still sheltered the heretics who claimed justice by persecuting others and protected them from the erosion of Aretha's dark side.

It is also like the deep moral of the film plot: what is justice and what is evil.

This time.

But I heard a rustling sound from the roadside behind me.

Turn around.

A uniformed policewoman sat beside a crashed police motorcycle with a muddled face.

Reach for your helmet.

His eyes just caught Cole.

Frowning, he walked over and said, "I'm tracking the suspect. Have you seen a mother and daughter driving..."

Talk.

See selva's car in the distance.

His right hand touched the holster behind him and hurried over.

Unfortunately, it's empty.

Light a cigarette, Cole frowned. "Don't look for it. This is silent hill. No one can escape, officer."

Hearing the ambiguous words, policewoman Sybil looked back and wondered, "who are you? There is blood on your body... Fugitive?"

After you say your judgment.

She quickly took out her pistol, pointed it at Cole and shouted, "let me see your hands, lie on the ground slowly! Now!"

Cole stood where he was.

The black coat is messy and stained with blood because of the car accident. The neat tie in the past is wrinkled, just like a rotten drunkard who often gets drunk in the bar.

The trouser leg of the right leg was soaked with blood.

The blood scab that has not dried up solidifies on the black leather shoes.

"It's not good for you to kill me, officer. I'm not a fugitive, but an independent reporter who overturned outside silent hill like you."

While talking, Cole took out the press card in his pocket and threw it.

Sybil picked up the papers on the ground, confirmed Cole's identity and said, "independent reporter? What are you doing in a place like this?

Nothing else, come here. "

Take out the handcuffs and shake them. He said solemnly, "this is a restricted area. You have broken the law."

Cole walked over and took out the painting paper Sharon left on the seat.

A strange children's painting painted with crayons, with dense black lines and distorted figures in the orange flame.

"Hi! I'm with you..."

The moment the policewoman approached him.

Cole suddenly burst out, locked her arm, pressed firmly against the door and said, "you need to calm down, officer Sybil Bennett.

This is not the real world. Even if you handcuff me, you won't go back to the police station.

If you don't believe it, you can turn on the walkie talkie.

The whispers of hell and the devil will let you know what I'm talking about. "

The angry policewoman patted the door and said angrily, "son of a bitch... What hell and devil! You are a complete madman!"

However.

At this time, a strange sound of footsteps and groans came from the end of the street.

Policewoman Sybil's eyes crossed the rearview mirror and looked shocked.

Because.

At this time, a monster without arms and face, whose body is wrapped by dirty skin, makes people crazy and walks stiff like a puppet, stumbles towards them.

Its saliva fell to the ground.

The white fog rose and made a corrosive sound.

Cole quickly released her, pulled out the justice trial and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A dying bullet with dim blood flame smashed the head of the sulfuric acid monster.

Dripping acid quickly corrodes the ground.

This scene has completely exceeded the female patrolman's understanding of reality, stunned in situ.

This time.

On the barren mountain on one side of the road, more and more sulfuric acid monsters stumbled around them.

"God..."

Cole said coldly, "don't be stunned, get out of here..."

However.

This time.

A harsh air defense alarm sounded.

Ground, trees, vehicles

The surface of all objects, like weathered human skin, slowly flew into the sky.

At the same time, far away at the end of the street.

An extremely strong, tall, eyeless monster with a hanging rope around its neck appeared impressively.

His big mouth was full of four layers of sharp teeth, dense and disgusting.

With a long knife in his chest, he kept dripping blood. In his other hand, he held a huge death sickle and iron chain. With each step, he could feel the ground trembling slightly.