Chapter 24
"According to official statistics ten years ago, there are about 300 households in the small town of Bath, with a population of close to 2,000, and the custom of sacrificial offerings has always been retained..."
Hardy walked by Cole with a document in his hand and chattered non-stop.
"Cole, is there a problem with the object of their sacrifice? According to historical records, although the town of Bath is closed, the life of the residents has always been peaceful."
Time Approaching the evening.
It's like walking in the streets of Silent Hill world, surrounded by silence.
The dense fog on the street became heavier and heavier, and the visibility continued to decline at a rate visible to naked eye, followed by unbearable cold.
Cole put his hand in his coat pocket and said, "Do you believe in God? Hardy."
"I don't believe it."
Passing by a low residential building , The two went over and knocked on the door.
After waiting for a while, it was like the dead silence of the city, and no one responded.
Hardy stomped his feet vigorously on the side, rubbed his hands, and cursed, "This damn weather, is it so cold in October?"
Sucked after speaking. in a breath of cold air, complained, "Hi...If nothing else is found, it is better for us to return to the hotel to exchange information earlier. I always feel that someone is watching us."
Cole Moving his gaze to the gravel path in front of the house, he leaned over to touch it, and his skin felt cold and dusty.
brows slightly wrinkle, looking at the fuzzy footprints on the ground, stood up and said, "It's been a long time since no one has been here."
"Really?"
From the moment he left the hotel, Hardy's mood began to become irritable, and as the night approached, he became more and more impatient.
I don't know if it is because of fear or cold, his body is trembling slightly, his eyes are looking left and right, his face is pale.
Cole lit a cigarette, the scarlet of the cigarette butt, which flickered in the thick fog.
Inhale, exhale...
Is it really related to the fog and cold here?
It's not just The Conjuring world's unique Evil Spirit and devil that will cause ultra-low temperature after appearing.
In other words.
There are a large number of Evil Spirits in the town of Bath to maintain this unbearable low temperature.
The gradual approach of night causes the situation to worsen, which in a sense can prove the correctness of this conjecture.
Ticked his nose, Cole looked at the dense fog that filled all around, that is to say, at this moment, there may be many Evil Spirits watching him and Hardy.
Ten?
Twenty?
tsk tsk.
Seeing Hardy now, it is no surprise that his senses and judgments have been completely disturbed by Power of Darkness.
No wonder a reorganized imperial army platoon will disappear here silently.
Mortals directly contact Evil Spirit and Power of Darkness, and their senses and spirit will be severely disturbed.
If the number of Evil Spirits is large, or the strength is too strong, the time from intrusion to leaning over will be greatly shortened, and there is still a particularly suspicious thick fog in the town of Bath.
Hardy hugged his arm, thinking constantly.
However.
Faced with this situation, after getting such a terrifying conclusion, Cole didn't panic at all. He even noticed that Hardy's broken thoughts were mixed with a certain strange rhythm.
That is not human language.
It's not a sequence secret technique either.
Take out the palm-size tape recorder from the inner pocket of the coat. He is going to record Hardy’s unexplained fragments and transfer it to the professional mysterious researcher of the Demon Hunter. You may get it useful information.
At this moment, the sun has completely set.
The night is like a black curtain of death, quickly pulled down.
The little man who was already aware of fuzzy, didn't even find the tape recorder Cole stretched in front of him, and kept talking to himself.
This state has continued for five minutes.
The broken thoughts suddenly stopped.
He looked up at Cole and wondered, "Cole, what are you doing with the recorder at me? Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Cole pointed the gun at his head, hurriedly raised his hands, and backed away.
For fear of the other party going crazy and shooting him, the little man said with a big smile, "Hi! Cole, it’s me, Hardy Bettany, listen, I shouldn’t say I’m yours in front of Lydia Senior put on airs. I admit that it was my fault. From now on, you are the Boss. Everything is up to you. I mean it! You must calm down."
Cole pinches the cigarette in In his hand, indifferently said, "So, are you awake now?"
Hardy smiled awkwardly and asked in confusion, "Wake up? I don't know what you are talking about."
"Where's your concentrated potion? Take it out and drink it."
"Drink now?! Cole, are you trying to kill me? I...Ouch!"
A sturdy punch on the cheek, Hardy screamed and covered his cheek.
He was not a hard bone. Faced with the threat of violence, he didn't even dare to say a word of nonsense to resist. He hurriedly took out the concentrated medicine in the small medicine bottle from his pocket, and drank it with his head up.
Suddenly.
His forehead oozes big drops of cold sweat, his eyes are bloodshot, and he covers his chest and pants wildly.
After a while, he bent over to support his knees, and sipped bloodshot saliva on the ground. His voice hoarsely said, "Cole, you saved my life."
Seeing him wake up, put the Colt M1900 back, and hand him a lit cigarette. This time, Hardy did not refuse.
Taking a sigh, and coughing twice, Hardy said with a smile, "cough cough...this thing really, cough cough cough...not very likable."
p>exhales one mouthful of impure air, he watched the pitch black all around vigilantly, "How did you find that my spirit was severely disturbed?"
Cole turned on the tape recorder and played a while Sui Sui thought that he himself didn't know.
Hardy shrugged, helplessly said, "Well, this is the first time I have encountered this kind of thing, but why are you okay? Did they not bother you?"
Squeezing out the burned cigarette, Cole patted his back, and the two walked towards the street, indifferently said, "They are afraid of me."
"Uh...are you serious?"
p>Hardy is hard to believe that someone would say this kind of shamelessly.
Especially such a cold-looking bad guy.
"Yes."
"Uh..."
Level 1 killing devil can't interfere with Cole's senses, even more how is just some ordinary Evil Spirit.
But his cold joke seemed to startle Hardy.
On the foggy street, two figures, one tall and one low, gradually fade away, blurry.
Suddenly.
When the two left.
The cigarette handle that Cole threw on the ground seemed to be stepped on by something.
The gravel path where they had stayed before began to wriggle like a living thing, and the walls of the low residential houses drooped down like melted wax oil.
Like the face of the hotel boss.
The windows on both sides are like the invisible eyes of the giant beast prying into the soul.
Behind the automatically opened door is darkness and distortion like an abyss that cannot be seen.
Afterwards.
A slapstick sound that seemed to come from a very remote place slowly played.
If you listen carefully, you will find that the melody inside is extremely similar to Hardy's broken thoughts.