Chapter 217

The voice fell.

The iron thistle reaching for Cole stopped in front of him.

Dark Aretha looked back at another her, looked dark and said, "what are you waiting for? He took away your hatred and anger."

"No, I just... Have a problem."

Human Aretha is now over 40.

Paralyzed, she could only lie in the hospital bed, bound by the black bandage of the mental patient, and imprisoned on it.

Look straight into Cole's eyes.

After a moment of silence, he said, "are you... A bad man?"

It's hard to imagine.

Such a naive question will come from a middle-aged woman.

Rose, who was held in the air by the iron thistle, kept struggling, asked for help from Cole with his eyes, and made a meaningful sob.

Cole stood where he was.

Ignoring the iron thistles that stayed in front of him, wriggling, full of rust and dried blood.

Take out a cigarette and light it with your head down.

"The wicked and the devil never think I am a good man, Aretha. I kill them, take their souls, and throw them into the fire of hell to be roasted and tortured."

The dark and shabby world.

Even a moment of silence will become a repressive and suffocating silence.

Until the iron thistle slowly returned to the hospital bed, Aretha said weakly, "you are different from them..."

In the dark, Aretha frowned, her voice was full of blame and anger, and said, "Aretha, crisbella has always wanted to kill you, and his purpose is the same.

Kill him and leave his soul here. Silent hill and time will tear off his disguise. "

"No..."

"Kill him!"

"No."

"Kill him!"

"No!"

The violent mood swings made Aretha a little out of breath.

A malicious smile appeared on the dark Aretha's face and asked, "why not? Is he different from crisbella?"

"Cough... I... I don't know, but he..."

"He's cheating you, poor little Aretha. He's winning your trust, just like the cleaner."

Mention Colin.

Like Aretha's worst nightmare.

Her expression gradually became frightened and her breath was short.

"No... they are different."

The tone of dark Aretha gradually changed from mild to oppression and command, "Aretha, kill him."

Finally.

In human beings, Aretha's fragile soul was pressed step by step by the devil and fell into the moment before collapse.

An exaggerated revolver appeared in Cole's right hand.

Take a deep breath.

Throw away the half burnt cigarette.

Colt's just trial appeared in his left hand, lowered his head and frowned, "I'm not the speaker and referee of the debate, Aretha.

You are a poor man tortured by evil believers and used by demons.

There is no doubt about this.

But you killed too many innocent people.

Thomas Gucci, he saved you from the hands of the cult and from the burning stake, but in return, you burned his father.

Burn more innocent people deep in the mine... "

Raise your hand.

The muzzle of the just trial was aimed at human Aretha, and the muzzle of the noon gun was aimed at her dark side, with indifferent eyes.

"I help you wash away your hatred with the blood of evil believers.

Now it's time for you to pay for the innocent. "

Ross, who was tied up in the air, opened his eyes and shouted vaguely.

Dark Aretha took a step back.

Seems to be aware of the power of divine enchantment.

His expression was gradually ferocious. He waved his right hand, commanded the dense iron thistles all over the world, and roared, "kill him!"

The next moment.

Gunfire rang out.

A blood flame burning bullet came out of the chamber, passed through the Tribulus terrestris, and disappeared into the human Aretha's chest.

meanwhile.

The hammer that has arrived at noon is like a red soldering iron. The sacred enchantment composed of mysterious patterns on the barrel emits a faint white light.

A bullet constructed of pure spiritual power.

The anger of the creator and the power of heaven's commandments are invisible, such as the light spot compressed to the extreme, at the moment when the hammer falls.

Flew out of the gun in anger.

Hit the dark Aretha's body through her heart.

Rose struggled desperately in the air.

In her eyes.

Time seems to freeze forever at this moment.

She can't believe it.

The investigator will really be cruel and kill the pitiful poor girl of Aretha.

A bullet that pierces the heart.

It's like hitting her chest.

The heart rending pain and despair almost swallowed her up.

She could not imagine what her life would be like if Sharon died.

Maybe... Dalia graysby's madness is the end of her future.

Finally.

In the moment when the time is slow enough to completely crush Ross's soul.

Together, they radiate the glory of human nature, disperse the unique evil figure of dark and silent mountain, and appear in front of human Aretha.

Sharon selva.

Like the ancient oil painting of saints and angels meeting in the clouds.

Their hands were close to each other and their fingers collided.

It is also like pinning all hope and kindness on another self.

later.

Human Aretha's right hand is powerless, her eyes lose their look, her head is down, and her life is gone.

"No --!"

Dark Aretha's angry voice has completely lost the voice line, distortion and overlap that the little girl should have.

However, the bullet that hit her chest sent out inviolable orders.

Disconnect her from the iron thistle and silent hill world.

The next moment.

A bone short sword, the wing of the angel of death, which was born to kill angels and demons, roared across the air and stabbed her forehead accurately.

Without one of the seventy-two pillar demons, varac's grotesque vision was distorted when he died.

Dark Aretha fell soft to the ground.

The dark blood of sin flowed slowly down her cheeks.

The burning silent hill world.

At this moment.

Gradually turned into ashes in the wind.

soundless and stirless.

Rise to the sky, float away, eliminate.

Also like Aretha quietly came to this world and was forgotten by the world in the dark corner of conscience and morality until her death.

When the first ray of sunshine from the real world comes into Cole's eyes.

Together as if there were nothing.

Maybe it's an illusion.

Maybe it was Aretha's last thought before her soul was recalled to heaven.

It whispered in Cole's ear.

"... thank you."

The blood debt was repaid.

The soul controlled by the devil and bound by the broken body regains freedom and light.

Death is for Aretha.

Maybe it's another relief.

In the darkness on the ground, Aretha looked at Cole with both eyes. The dark blood on the beach spread out of her wound.

Dying.

She stretched out a middle finger and said her last words in a weak voice.

"Cole, fxxk..."

I haven't finished yet.

The body was completely disintegrated by the sun shining into silent hill, and dissipated in the air with silent hill.

This time.

Sibyl, who had been in a coma for a long time, didn't know when he had woken up. He stood up hard and said to Cole in a hoarse voice, "Hoo... Now, I know who you are."

Cole walked over, pulled out the wings of the angel of death inserted on the ground and said coldly, "you can call me the mystery investigator or another name for me.

Demon hunter. "

The policewoman put her hands on her hips, bent down and took a deep breath to relieve the dizziness of the memory world.

Then he grinned, "demon hunter? No, you're more like an avenger, Mr. Cole walker."

later.

The system prompt sound suddenly sounded in Cole's ear.