Chapter 200
Sit on the rock by the side of the road.
Looking down at the watch, the hands stopped completely.
Cole is ready to temporarily recover from his injury. At least, the broken calf needs to be restored to the point where he can walk.
The countdown to the injury of red light and shadow resumed, and his sight jumped.
Silent Hill’s original relatively static time may be faster than other outsiders, or the power of the daywalker bloodline may be at work.
The countdown is about three seconds per jump.
He was not idle during the rest time.
After making a plan in mind.
Open the real dream equipment library.
Different from his in the real world or other movie worlds.
The indescribable darkness, like a tide of evil, is completely immersed in it.
Before taking out the props, Cole brows slightly wrinkle.
Because the system does not clearly give, there is a limit on the number of items withdrawn each time.
Hesitate for a moment.
Try to take out the justice trial.
The moment he took out his pistol from the real dream equipment warehouse, deeper darkness poured into it, and the entrance that connected to the outside world also shrank suddenly to the extent that naked eye was visible.
According to this degree of estimation, he can also take out three props.
Food is a necessity to repair injuries.
Bullets are a necessity.
As for the cold weapon, Cole chose a Hidden Blade that is easier to carry, not easy to lose, and more concealed.
After taking out these three things.
The real dream equipment library is completely overwhelmed by unspeakable darkness and evil.
A one-hour countdown is presented at the entrance.
Statistics.
Only two cans were taken out, with 21 bullets and a pair of Hidden Blades.
Enough for the time being.
Gobbling down two cans, Red’s injury counts down and decreases rapidly.
Tie the sleeve sword and load the bullet.
Cole got up and moved his body. Although his condition was not very good, he did not affect his walking and trotting.
Because the watch completely stopped moving, the countdown to recovery from the injury was impressed by the food and the daywalker bloodline. The only thing he can confirm the time now is the countdown to the equipment library.
The five-minute protection time is over.
An unspeakable malice and hatred, mixed with Hell’s unique Power of Darkness, is like peeping into the evil existence from the bottom of the abyss.
soul of a deceased has not yet dispersed lingering by his side.
This moment.
At the entrance of the town where Cole is, the eternal burning dust of Silent Hill fell from the sky.
Go ahead twenty meters.
Look through the air obscured by ashes and smog.
You can see Ross Silva’s car, parked alone beside the billboard at the entrance of the town, with its doors wide open.
It shows that she has already entered the town first.
Head up.
His eyes fell on the huge billboard:'Welcome to Silent Hill. '
The reality of the movie world, Silent Hill is located in West Virginia, a geographic location in the south of the northeast...or a slave state, rich in coal mines, and overall economic strength, ranking the bottom in the United States.
Next to the fantastic Mississippi River, there are many branches and heretics of poverty, ignorance, Protestantism.
Holy Land, a full-fledged cult.
It is not difficult to understand that this kind of land gave birth to the grotesque and evil region of Silent Hill.
The irony is even more.
Even so.
The church that exists in the depths of Silent Hill still shelters cultists who claim to be righteous to persecute others and protect them from the dark side of Alesha.
It is also the deep meaning of the movie plot: what is justice and what is evil.
This time.
But listening to the roadside behind, there was a rustling sound.
Turn around.
A female police officer in uniform was sitting next to a crashed police motorcycle with a dazed expression.
Reach out and hold the helmet.
His eyes just hit Cole.
I frowned and walked over and said, "I'm tracking the suspect. You have seen a mother and daughter driving a car..."
Talking.
See Selva's car in the distance.
The right hand touched the holster behind him and hurriedly walked over.
Unfortunately, it's empty inside.
Light a cigarette, Cole frowned, "No need to look for it, this is Silent Hill. No one can escape, police officer."
Hearing this ambiguous sentence, female Patrol Sybil turned around and asked, "who you are? There is blood on your body... the fugitive?"
After speaking the judgment.
She hurriedly took out the pistol and pointed it at Cole, and shouted, "Let me see your hands and slowly lie down on the ground! Immediately!"
Cole stood there.
Black's coat was messy and bloodied because of the car accident, and the neat tie of the past was wrinkled, just like a drunkard who often buys drunk in a bar.
The trousers of the right leg were soaked in blood.
The blood scabs that haven't dried up are solidified on the black leather shoes.
"Killing me is not good for you, police officer, I am not a fugitive, but an independent reporter who rolls over in Silent Hill like you."
while speaking , Cole took out the press card from his pocket and threw it over.
Sybil picked up the credentials on the ground, confirmed Cole's identity, and said, "Independent reporter? What are you doing in a place like this?
Don't say anything else, come here."
Take out the handcuffs and shake it seriously, "This is a restricted area, you have broken the law."
Cole each minding their own business walked over and took out Sharon left in the car seat On the drawing paper.
A weird children's painting drawn with crayon, densely black lines, orange flames, silhouette distorted.
"Hi! I'm with you..."
The moment the policewoman approached him.
Cole suddenly violent, locked her arm, pressed against the car door, and said, "You need to calm down, Officer Sybil Bennett.
This is not reality. world, even if you copy me, you won’t go back to the police station.
If you don’t believe me, you can turn on the intercom.
The whispers of hell and devil will let you understand what I’m talking about "
The violent policewoman patted the car door and said angrily, "The son of a bitch... what hell and devil! You are a total lunatic!"
However .
At this time, a strange sound of footsteps and groans came from the end of the street.
The female police officer Sybil's gaze passed through the rearview mirror, her expression shocked.
Because.
At this time, there was a man without arms and face, his body was wrapped in dirty skin, making his SAN value crazy, walking stiff like a puppet monster, stumbled towards them.
Its saliva fell on the ground.
The white mist rises, making a rustling sound of corrosion.
Cole hurriedly released her, pulled out the justice trial, and pulled the trigger.
Boom!
A bullet whose blood flame was dim and dying, smashed the head of the sulphuric acid monster.
The dripping acid quickly corrodes the ground.
This scene has completely exceeded the female patrol's awareness of reality, and she was dumbfounded.
This time.
On the barren hill on the side of the road, more and more sulphuric acid monsters stumbled towards them.
"God..."
Cole indifferently said, "Don't froze, leave here..."
However.
This time.
A harsh air defense alarm sounded.
The ground, trees, vehicles...
The surface of all objects, like weathered, peeled off human skin, slowly fly into the sky.
At the same time, the very far end of the street.
An incomparably strong, tall, eyeless monster with a gallows rope dragged around his neck suddenly appeared.
His bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl is full of 4-Layer sharp teeth, dense and disgusting.
A long knife is stuck in his chest, dripping blood constantly, and the other hand is holding a huge Death God's Scythe and iron chain. Every step I take, I can feel the ground trembling slightly.