"According to official statistics ten years ago, bath town has about 300 households, a population of nearly 2000, and has always retained the custom of sacrifice..."


    Hardy walked beside Cole with a document in his hand and kept nagging.


    "Cole, is it the object of their sacrifice? According to historical records, although bath town is closed, the residents'' life has always been very calm."


    It''s almost evening.


    Like walking in the streets of silent hill world, there is silence around.


    The thick fog on the streets became thicker and thicker, and the visibility continued to decline at a speed visible to the naked eye, followed by unbearable cold.


    Cole put his hand into his coat pocket and said, "do you believe in God, hardy?"


    "I don''t believe it."


    Passing by a low house, they walked over and knocked on the door.


    After a moment of waiting, like the silence of the city, no one responded.


    Hardy stamped his feet, rubbed his hands and cursed, "is it so cold in October, this damn weather?"


    Then he took a breath and complained, "hiss... If we don''t find anything else, we''d better return to the hotel early to exchange information. I always think someone is watching us."


    Cole''s eyes moved to the gravel path in front of the house and leaned over to touch it. His skin felt cold and wet and rough.


    He frowned slightly, looked at the blurred footprints on the ground, got up and said, "no one has been here for a long time."


    "Really?"


    From leaving the hotel, Hardy''s mood began to become impatient, and he became more and more impatient as the night was coming.


    I don''t know whether it was fear or cold. His body trembled slightly, his eyes looked left and right, and his face was blue and white.


    Cole lit a cigarette, the scarlet end of which flickered in the thick fog.


    Breathe in, breathe out


    Is it really related to the fog and cold here?


    It''s not just evocative I. The emergence of evil spirits and demons in the world will cause ultra-low temperature.


    In other words.


    There are a large number of evil spirits in bath town to maintain this unbearable low temperature.


    The gradual approach of night leads to the aggravation of the situation, which can testify to the correctness of this conjecture in a sense.


    Sniffing, Cole examined the thick fog around him, that is, at this moment, there may be many evil spirits spying on him and Hardy.


    Ten?


    Twenty?


    Tut tut.


    Seeing hardy as he is now, it is no surprise that his senses and judgment have been completely disturbed by the dark forces.


    No wonder an integrated Imperial Army squadron will disappear here silently.


    When mortals are in direct contact with evil spirits and dark forces, their senses and spirit will be seriously disturbed.


    If the number of evil spirits is large, or the power is too strong, the time from intrusion to bending will be greatly shortened. Moreover, there is an especially suspicious thick fog in bath town.


    Hardy hugged his arm and kept reading.


    however.


    Facing this situation, after reaching such a terrible conclusion, Coles did not panic. She could even detect that there was a strange rhythm mixed with Hardy''s broken thoughts.


    That''s not human language.


    It''s not a sequence secret.


    He took out a palm sized tape recorder from the inner pocket of his coat. He was going to record Hardy''s nonsense and hand it over to the professional mystical researcher of the demon hunting group. Maybe he could get useful information.


    Now the sun has completely set.


    Night is like a black curtain of death, quickly pulled down.


    The little man, who was already vaguely conscious, didn''t even find the recorder that Cole stretched out in front of him and kept talking to himself.


    This state lasted five minutes.


    Broken thoughts suddenly stopped.


    He looked up at Cole and wondered, "cole, what are you doing with the recorder at me? Oh, oh, oh..."


    In a trance, Hardy was pointed at his head by Cole, quickly raised his hands and retreated.


    For fear that the other party would shoot him crazy, the little man smiled and said, "Hey! Cole, it''s me, Hardy betani. Listen, I shouldn''t put on airs in front of Lydia that I''m your senior. I admit it''s my fault. From now on, you''re the boss. Everything depends on you. I''m serious! You must calm down."


    Cole held the cigarette in his hand and said coldly, "so, are you sober now?"


    Hardy smiled awkwardly and wondered, "awake? I don''t know what you''re talking about."


    "Where''s your concentrated medicine? Take it out and drink it."


    "Drink now?! Cole, do you want to kill me? I... ouch!"


    Hardy screamed and covered his cheek.


    He was not a tough guy. Facing the threat of violence, he didn''t even dare to say more nonsense to resist. He hurriedly took out the concentrated medicine bottled with small medicine from his pocket and drank it with his head up.


    Suddenly.


    His forehead exuded big drops of cold sweat, his eyes were covered with blood, covered his chest and gasped wildly.


    After a while, he bent down and held his knee, spat bloody saliva on the ground, and said hoarsely, "cole, you saved my life."


    Seeing him awake, he put back colt m1900 and handed him a lit cigarette. This time, hardy didn''t refuse.


    He took a strong breath and coughed violently. Hardy smiled, "cough... This thing is really, cough... Not very likable."


    Exhaling a foul breath, he looked warily around the dark, "how did you find that my spirit was seriously disturbed?"


    Cole turned on the recorder and played a piece of reading that he didn''t know himself.


    Hardy shrugged and said helplessly, "well, this kind of thing is the first time I''ve met, but how are you okay? Haven''t they bothered you?"


    Put out the burned cigarette with his hand. Cole patted him on the back. They walked to the street and said indifferently, "they are afraid of me."


    "Uh... Are you serious?"


    Hardy could hardly believe that someone would say such a thing shamelessly.


    Especially such a cold looking bad guy.


    "Yes."


    "Uh..."


    First level killing demons can''t interfere with Cole''s senses, let alone some ordinary evil spirits.


    But his cold joke seemed to scare Hardy.


    On the foggy street, two figures, one high and one low, gradually disappeared and blurred.


    Suddenly.


    When they left.


    Cole''s cigarette handle on the ground seemed to be stepped on by something.


    The gravel path they had stayed in before began to creep like living creatures, and the walls of low houses drooped like melted wax oil.


    Like the face of a hotel owner.


    The windows on both sides are like the invisible eyes of giants peeping into the soul.


    Behind the automatically opened door is the abyss of darkness and distortion.


    later.


    A burst of decadent sounds, as if from a very distant place, played slowly.


    If you listen carefully, you will find that the melody inside is very similar to Hardy''s broken thoughts.