“WTF...”


    The policewoman stepped back.


    The world reflected in the pupil is broken and desolate.


    The dim and old orange light, like the flame from hell, roasts the world and asks sinners.


    Fly to the skin of the sky.


    It is also like the sinner''s skin dried by the fire, gathering in the darkest corner.


    The baby''s unique cry makes the world more and more gloomy and terrible.


    When as low as charcoal fire, twisted and strange dark evil children came out of the dark corner one after another and rushed to them.


    A cold sweat flowed down Sybil''s sideburns.


    The voice was terrified.


    "What the hell is this place?!"


    Cole gave the clip of justice trial, pressed the bullet just knocked off, and said coldly, "as you can see, silent hill."


    Raise your gun.


    Break through, the first three sulfuric acid monsters.


    Then he said, "if you don''t want to die, do as I say, okay?"


    A critical moment.


    Can really see a person''s true face.


    Policewoman Sybil looked at the suspicious person who was extremely calm when shooting. She even couldn''t see any mood fluctuations on her face.


    She can be sure.


    This guy is definitely not an independent reporter.


    Pull out the matching gun.


    Follow Cole and attack the sulfuric acid monster approaching them.


    At the same time, he said loudly, "who the hell are you?"


    "Investigator."


    There''s no time to continue questioning.


    In the face of more and more gray children and sulfuric acid monsters, as well as the sickle monsters with a strong sense of oppression in the distance.


    They empty the magazine.


    Change bullets as you step back.


    This time.


    But all the monsters suddenly stopped, as if suffering from pain, screamed repeatedly, fell to the ground one after another, turned into curly skin and rose to the sky.


    After a short moment.


    The world under the orange flame returns to the gray world full of dust again.


    When everything returns to normal.


    Sybil held up his gun, his face sweaty and tense.


    "What the hell is this..."


    Click.


    The sound of lighters in this silent place is particularly eye-catching.


    The policewoman''s eyes fell on cole, who was as calm as usual. She looked frightened and said excitedly, "you see, too? Are those true?"


    "This is silent hill, not reality, a binary world created by evil forces."


    Put the matching gun into the holster.


    Sybil put his hands around his head, his short blond hair stretched out the gap between his fingers and looked around blankly.


    As a policeman who has never been in contact with the dark world... Or supernatural events, it is difficult for her to calm down due to the violent impact of senses and thoughts.


    "You just said you were an investigator? Which department?"


    "Knowing too much is not good for you."


    Silence.


    The policewoman''s eyes looked at Cole, who was smoking alone on the roadside.


    In her eyes.


    The mysterious feeling of breaking new moon, like a thick fog, is tightly shrouded in this calm and extraordinary man.


    The situation just now.


    Anyone who is mentally normal can''t be as calm as he is in the garden in his backyard in the face of that twisted and hateful monster.


    And I can''t figure out where he comes from, whether he is good or evil, and what his purpose is.


    "No, no, no... I have to contact the headquarters as soon as possible and ask for support. I don''t want to stay in such a damn place for a second."


    Remove the radio.


    However, there are only blind sounds and harsh sounds with unknown meaning.


    I can''t stand the fear of being trapped in a strange place.


    The policewoman bent down and shouted hysterically, "Fark --!"


    Cole took out the crayon he got in the car.


    In addition to the flame and the twisted and painful black figure, there are also words composed of black lines: school.


    Glancing over the countdown of the real dream equipment library.


    Not surprisingly, the heroine rose da Silva will return here in up to five minutes, try to contact her husband and drive away.


    Outside the car.


    Sybil, who gradually calmed down, suddenly thought that the man who claimed to be an investigator seemed very familiar with this place.


    Does he know how to leave?


    Hurried to the car and said hurriedly, "Mr. investigator, do you know how to get out of here?"


    Cole put his cigarette hand out of the window, flicked off the ash and said coldly, "no one can leave here unless the owner of silent hill is willing to let you go."


    Talking room.


    Look up.


    His ruthless eyes made Sybil unconsciously touch the holster behind him.


    The police intuition kept giving warnings.


    She can''t describe how she felt when she touched the man''s eyes.


    DANGER.


    Full of oppression.


    Like a cold knife into the chest.


    Even the cruelty and indifference in the eyes of the most ferocious thug she has ever met is less than one tenth of his.


    Those are the terrible eyes that only those who have their hands stained with the blood of the living and the shadows behind them are entangled by the spirits of the dead.


    Pass the picture to the policewoman.


    Cole frowned, took a deep breath, threw away the cigarette butts, frowned and said, "but do you think the devil composed of hatred and resentment will easily let us leave its world?"


    Look down at the picture.


    Notice the words above.


    Sybil was silent for a moment and frowned. "What do you mean, is this word a clue?"


    "Yes.


    But it''s not for us. Wait here until she comes back. "


    Waiting time.


    Chat about the monster just now.


    Cole said indifferently, "the monster you see in this world is essentially a reflection of some idea in your heart.


    The sulfuric acid monster looks like a bound prisoner. "


    "Prisoner? You mean..."


    "It reflects your heart, police officer, which is constrained by the law and higher moral level than ordinary people. Otherwise, you won''t be brought into the world because you worry that the woman is a criminal of child abduction and trafficking.


    The twisted children burned into black charcoal, according to my investigation of the fire in silent hill in November 1974, should be the embodiment of a painful desire in the heart of the world''s master. "


    Originally, Sybil was full of doubts about the identity of investigator Cole.


    A conversation.


    Especially for all kinds of in this strange world.


    It made her feel more and more that the investigator named Cole Walker might not have lied, and the degree of expertise was far beyond her imagination.


    "What about the big guy?"


    Cole took out the cigarette box, but it was empty. He crumpled it into a ball and threw it out of the window. He said indifferently, "it is the embodiment of my heart. The sickle represents death, and the pierced heart lacks necessary pity.


    Tall and strong body, advocating violence.


    As for the noose... "


    The female patrolman said thoughtfully, "only the death row prisoners who have committed serious crimes will be hanged."


    without doubt.


    Whether heaven or hell.


    Boast of being mortal, but surpass the gods.


    A judge and executioner who practices a man.


    Cole walker, you deserve the death penalty for a felony.