Indifferent skies and broken streets. The ashes produced by the burning are lightly sprinkled and the gray mist fills the air.

The ground was covered with a thin layer of snowflake-like ash. The ashes fell day after day, but the ground was always only a thin layer.

A line of footprints stretched out into the distance on an empty street, and a little girl stood in the middle of the road.

This is Alesha's world, dead, cold, and dilapidated. Only black and white.

This is Alesha's world, and she's the only one. There used to be a lot of people, then there were only two left, and now she is the only one.

She's not alone, though. It was, and still is.

Blood outlines the silhouette, forming a tall figure in front of Alesha. It looks a little scary, but in Aresha's eyes, this is her only sustenance.

Alaisa opened her mouth to say something, Wang Yao couldn't hear it, but he had his own unique way of communicating.

Cutting his fingertips, Wang Yao squatted down and used his fingertips to write on the floor, the wound rubbed against the rough wooden board, and the pain in his heart only made Wang Yao's pupils rotate and contract slightly.

【Are-you-all-right】(Are you okay)

The crooked blood letter appears on the floor, as well as on the ground covered in a layer of ash in another world.

It's glaring.

Alesa nodded, and the mist in her big eyes cleared and bent into an arc. She stepped forward and stood on tiptoe slightly, raising her hand to touch Wang Yao's cheek.

There is no hidden distress and nostalgia in his eyes.

The palm passed through Wang Yao's body.

Seeing this, Wang Yao tilted his head slightly, allowing Aleisha's weak and boneless little hand to overlap his side face.

The light passed around them, forming a natural silhouette.

The picture seems to freeze in this moment.

Click――

Wang Yao, who was staring at Alesa intently, didn't hear it. Danny and Lisa heard. They looked at the source of the sound, and Walter chuckled, hiding his father's camera behind him.

Wang Yao had wondered countless times what would happen when he saw Alesa again. Until we actually meet. Only then did he realize that he couldn't say anything. The same goes for Aressa. This little girl is easy to satisfy.

Wang Yao didn't know whether to be grateful or resentful. It gave itself the opportunity to meet with Alaissa, but deprived it of a lot.

Invisible silver light gradually emanated from Alaissa's body, and Wang Yao, who had experienced it once, knew that this brief meeting was coming to an end.

He didn't do useless obstruction like a fool, he just bowed his head. Quietly eye contact with Area.

The silver light became vigorous, even faster than Sanli left. Wang Yao squatted down and rewrote on the floor.

Wait-for-me

The silver light was strong enough to dissipate suddenly. Alaisa was still in place, but her figure was fading.

She nodded, and eventually vanished. And the black mist around her, which was already extremely thin, stirred for a while, and finally transformed into the appearance of Dark Alesa, smiled at Wang Yao, and gradually faded.

The girl's chuckle sounded in Wang Yao's mind without warning.

Everything is back to normal.

Alesa is gone. Or maybe she never showed up.

Not surprisingly, this may be the only chance to see each other in a long time.

For the sake of Aretha, Wang Yao must also live. Theoretically, the lifespan of immortality, as long as you don't die, sooner or later you will have the opportunity to return to Silent Hill.

Even if it's ten years, a hundred years.

"Three minutes." Xiao Wu said to Wang Yao, who was still staying in place. It's very different from the 24 hours of three separations.

"I know." Wang Yao made a move. He tore off his blood-stained shirt, revealing his tall, sturdy body. The shirt was so full that I couldn't wear it anymore.

Accompany Aresha away. He gradually became the cold and silent Wang Yao again.

"She's important to you." Walter, who rarely spoke to Wang Yao, said at this time.

Wang Yao thought for a moment and nodded: "Very important." ”

Walter swallowed. Rubbing to Wang Yao's side step by step, he handed over a photo. Wang Yao's self-mutilation frightened the three of them before, and even Danny, who had always loved to stick to him, didn't dare to approach at this time.

"Here's for you."

Wang Yao took the photo.

In the photo, a small girl stands on tiptoe and reaches out to touch the cheek of a tall figure covered in blood.

"Thank you."

Wang Yao stared at the photo for a long time. Raising his head and saying to Walter, his tone tinged with sincerity.

Probably feeling that Wang Yao had become easy to get along with, Walter asked tentatively again, "That...... There's something in you. ”

"Is this?" Wang Yao raised his left arm and said.

A ring of dark gray scales grew on his wrist. Not only his wrists, but also sporadic traces of scales on Wang Yao's naked body, like ugly markings hanging on his body.

"Uh-huh." Walter nodded along with Danny in the back.

"The Zogs. I devoured it. There's something troublesome in the genes. ”

Walter looked back at Danny. They had never seen the Zoge, and they didn't know what the Zoges looked like. I don't know what Wang Yao meant by devouring.

"Looks so cool." Danny yelled from behind.

Wang Yao returned to the guest room on the second floor, put down the photo, and walked into the bathroom where the fog had not yet cleared.

The sprinkler head is turned on and the water is splashing down.

……

"Who's that girl? I think it must be his most important person. Maybe it's my sister. Downstairs in the living room, the three of them sat on the couch, and Danny said in a milky voice. The front of the sofa is a broken wall, which feels like watching a giant screen, and it is more realistic.

In fact, they have become accustomed to the further destruction of their homes.

"But she's white." Walter said.

"Hmm......" Danny bit his finger and fell into deep thought.

Upstairs in the guest room, Wang Yao, who had washed off the blood stains on his body, turned off the shower head and walked to the vanity mirror.

The vanity mirror was filled with fog, and Wang Yao reached out to wipe away the fog on the mirror, revealing a mirror image.

The sturdy and straight upper body is distributed with dark gray scales, and the protrusions can be clearly felt when you touch it.

The palm of his hand suddenly used a little force, Wang Yao buckled the scales, and peeled the scales off his body little by little.

A line of blood flowed from the wound with a crisp sound, and scales the size of bottle caps fell into the sink, leaving a few spots of blood in the white porcelain sink. The little five on his shoulders appeared, and his small hands turned into tentacles to hook the towel and wipe the blood off his chest.

An uglier blur of flesh appeared in the original place of the scales, and the blood gradually stopped, and the wound began to wriggle and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a few minutes of silent waiting, a brown film covered the wound. New scales are brewing.

Genetic conflict was shown on Wang Yao's body for the first time, and the result was more than that.

Wang Yao wiped away the newly hung mist on the mirror, and leaned forward to approach the mirror. In the depths of these black eyes, a new pair of pupil shadows faintly appeared. The vertical pupil is the same as the snake pupil.

Fortunately, the second pupil is not noticeable and does not affect vision.

Reflexively pushed open the bathroom door, and the cool air hit me. Wang Yao rolled over and lay down on the bed, he wanted to sleep now, even though he had slept all day not long ago. (To be continued.) )