"Damn, what just happened......"

After a short power outage, the lights in the basement finally came on again, and Lao Liang, who was in charge of the underground boiler room, put down the glass bottle of "Red Star Erguotou" in his hand and burped. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Since his wife and son suddenly disappeared, this guy, who was originally quite energetic, has suddenly aged ten years old. He was already very irritable due to alcoholism, and almost became a crazy "time bomb".

In order to avoid him, but also to prevent him from being imprisoned one day for killing by mistake. His family found him a job as a basement caretaker all year round. And he was irritable, and he also accepted this alternative "imprisonment" very calmly.

He didn't want to talk to anyone else anymore.

Spending his days in the basement, he spent his time watching TV and surfing the Internet, and he didn't even need to leave the basement when food was provided by his cousin who lived in the "Paradise Community" above, except for the occasional trip to the yard to greet the workers.

"Hmmm......"

Lao Liang stood up drunk, kicked down the wine bottle, and whistled in the direction of the toilet under the miserable white light.

Due to living in the basement all the year round, his skin became sickly pale, and his sense of time began to blur, and he didn't even know if it was day or night outside. But that kind of problem doesn't seem to matter......

Humming an out-of-tune ballad, he pushed open the wooden door and walked into the rudimentary toilet. Even though he drank a little too much, Lao Liang still found that today's situation was a little abnormal:

"Huh?" He frowned and looked at the wall of the toilet.

-- The original concrete wall was only rough, but at some point it was paved with bright white tiles, and under the light bulb overhead, the toilet became so bright that the eyes of the old beam, who had not been exposed to sunlight for a long time, were faintly painful.

", renovated?" The middle-aged man in his forties muttered, standing still and thinking about it, but he didn't remember anyone ever coming to the basement.

As a residential area that is advertised as a high-end community, the Paradise Community has long stopped using boilers for heating, and his current position of "boiler caretaker" has actually been abolished, and the "salary" is also given by the family.

Lao Liang seems to be delirious, but in fact he knows very well that he is now just escaping reality in an abandoned basement. He also knew very well that it was impossible for anyone to have nothing to do to fix the toilet in this ghost place, so the problem came:

"Who?" Lao Liang narrowed his eyes.

While he was still wondering, certain changes had taken place inside the toilet again.

From the cracks in the white tiles on the wall, dark red blood began to slowly seep out, and unlike ordinary blood stains, it was not blood flowing downward, but something resembling a spider's web, spreading like a cancer cell.

“……”

Seeing a scene he had never seen before, Lao Liang thought that there was something wrong with his eyes, and reached out to rub his eyes, but the scene in his vision did not change.

"What the hell is this...... "He suddenly woke up for the most part, and turned around to push open the toilet door and escape, only to find that the door seemed to be fixed to the space, and it didn't move at all.

Bang!

Without time to lift his pants, Lao Liang kicked on the thin wooden door panel, which had long been rotten in the humid environment of the basement, and usually fell off the slag when touched hard, but this time it was as solid as a rock, and he didn't even move!

"Don't make a fuss! Open the door! Lao Liang roared while banging on the door.

The suffocating smell of blood permeated the small toilet, and Lao Liang slammed the door in a panic, but it had no effect. Then......

Syllable!

Several tiles from the ceiling above his head fell and fell to pieces at the feet of Lao Liang, and he looked up tremblingly and looked at the ceiling, which was also covered with white tiles stained blood red.

"Ahh

When he saw the situation on the ceiling, this rude man, who had always prided himself on being very manly, screamed like a girl:

The peeling tiles on the ceiling revealed a round hole almost as thick as his waist, and viscous blood slowly flowed down from it, and then a blood-stained human hand came out.

First, his left hand hung down from the round hole and pressed against the tile next to it, leaving a scarlet bloody handprint. Next is the right hand, and if you just look at the shape of the hand, it should not be a monster but an ordinary adult male. But-

Immediately after that, the other party's two little arms stretched out, that guy's clothes were completely different from ordinary people, just looking at the sleeves, it looked like human skin sewn on the body, and the color was also the kind of sallow yellow that resembled the skin of the deceased.

"Ah...... Ah......h

Just stretched out his two hands, and suddenly a mechanical sound similar to the bite of a gear suddenly came out of the round hole, Lao Liang didn't know what it was at all, and he didn't want to know at all. He wanted to close his eyes, but driven by extreme fear, his eyes stared at the bloody holes in the ceiling without blinking, as if he was expecting something to crawl out of it.

Hiss......

With an eerie sound, the "man" continued to crawl outward. The true face was finally exposed to Lao Liang's field of vision, and when he saw the appearance of the other party, the middle-aged man with a face full of snot and tears, his facial muscles twitched a few times, and he suddenly let out a stupid laugh:

"Ha, haha......"

When he saw that "person", Lao Liang, who was already a little abnormal, finally completely "liberated himself" and became an incurable psychopath.

Two seconds later, his breathing stopped.

……

At the same moment, on the street above where a large crater had just been blasted out by a missile, Frankenstein and Zhou Yong looked at each other, and the weapons in their hands were slightly lowered.

"Oh no, I didn't expect this at all."

Looking at the exterior wall of Building 3 of the Paradise Community standing not far away, it began to be dyed bloody red. Zhou Yong's face became even worse, and he crumpled the rune paper in his hand and threw it at his feet: "I admit defeat, can you let me go?" ”

Hearing the other party's childish speech, Frankenstein would have blasted off the exorcist's head in normal times, but this time she didn't do that, but said quickly:

"Is it the 'inner world'?"

"Yes, the Lord of Paradise is finally on the move." Zhou Yong said and pressed his right hand to his throat and began to report the situation to the headquarters of the Authority with a throat microphone.

Frankenstein didn't say anything as the guy reported on the situation, just staring at the blood-soaked residential building.

Then, from the other side of the street, suddenly there was a jumble of footsteps.

The two men, who had temporarily ceased fighting due to an unexpected situation, turned around at the same time, only to see a group of guys wrapped in brown military coats and wearing tightly sewn flesh-colored hoods on their heads, walking from the west side of the street.

These people were holding blunt instruments such as iron pipes and wrenches in their hands, and they were shouting something as they walked, and because the sound was so chaotic, Zhou Yong also heard what those people were shouting after a while:

"Paradise is coming! Long live the true gods! Long live the Holy Child Pie! ”

"We'll be happy forever tonight!"

"The Messenger of God has arrived! Under the guidance of the Three Sages, Paradise will finally come! ”

Hearing these slogans, which were obviously not what normal people could shout during the march, Zhou Yong scolded rudely: ", it's a cultist!" ”

Frankenstein still didn't speak, but just raised the bazooka on his right shoulder and aimed it at the crowd of the Holy Boys.

"Don't kill them! Father...... I, I'll fix it. Zhou Yong finally got rid of his habitual habit of calling himself "Lao Tzu", and the runes on his arms were windless and automatic, emitting a strange white light:

"Lao Tzu has come to teach you how to be a man!"

Before the words fell, Zhou Yong had already jumped out like a cannonball, savagely rushing into the crowd, and after a burst of white light, hundreds of cultists on the street all fell to the ground and lost consciousness completely.

"Well, that's pretty much it." Zhou Yong snorted with satisfaction, looked back at Frankenstein, who was still holding a bazooka, and then turned his gaze back to the position of Building 3 again, and said: "I'll go over there and kill them, this time I will spare your life first, and you can do whatever you like." ”

"You're the one who saved your life." Frankenstein said with a straight face.

"Hah, whatever. Anyway, I'll go there first. Zhou Yong didn't look back, and suddenly asked again: "If you see my companion, a woman in gray clothes, can you leave her a way out." ”

"Not guaranteed." Frankenstein replied.

"Haha, that's a good answer for your style." Zhou Yong said three steps and ran in two steps, running in the direction of Building No. 3.

While watching the white-clothed exorcist leave, Frankenstein used the Executioner's Eye to send a message to Zhang Luo: "How's the situation?" ”

"Not so good." The answer over there was succinct: "The other side is very strong." ”

"It can't be more powerful than Zhang Luo." The girl in white sent another message.

"Not necessarily, the problem is that it just restrains me." Zhang Luo replied.

Cutting off the "eyebrow flirtation" in the eyes of the executioner, Li Wenchong, who had just returned to the street with the unconscious Li Wenchong, was dressed in tattered black, staring at the "person" who was walking in strange movements on the street in front of him.

It was a guy with a flesh-colored robe sewn on his body and blood on his hands. Dressed a bit like a triangular head, the figure is quite tall, the difference is that this "person" does not wear a pyramid-shaped spired helmet that covers the entire head, but directly exposes the face.

- No, it's not his face, it's the human skin that was sewn into his face.

Unlike the Triangle Head, this monster wrapped in human skin did not carry an oppressive broadsword or a spear for execution, but the sense of fear and oppression it brought was even higher than that of the Triangle Head. Even if the other party was still dozens of meters away from him, Zhang Luo's "ghost premonition" had already begun to send out strong signals, and kept repeating the same warning in Zhang Luo's consciousness:

"Run."

"Run."

"Run."

"Run, I won't lose to the creatures of Paradise." Zhang Luo said and raised Pandora, and it was a shot at that guy.

There was a loud bang, and smoke rose from the middle of the street. The monster walked out of the smoke with epileptic and chaotic steps, seemingly unscathed, still unscathed.

"No, master, I can't hit it." Pandora's voice was a little surprised: "It does have a substance, but I still can't ......"

"It's fine." Zhang Luo didn't mean to blame the weapon, but just carried Li Wenchong and began to retreat, while continuing to stare at the monster alone on the street in front of him.

Compared to the "Triangle Head", which is also a creation of Silent Hill, this monster's appearance can only be said to be decent, and it does not have the oppressive helmet and broadsword of the Triangle Head. But Zhang Luo could still perceive that the monster he encountered this time was probably a little stronger than the undying executioner "Triangle Head".

"What is this?"

After opening several investigation reports on the Silent Hill Sect in the Strange Tales Research Society, Zhang Luo immediately found the answer:

"Valtiel, is the messenger of the gods of Silent Hill. It usually appears in the form of a ceremonial robe, without a helmet, without a weapon, and with the coat of arms of the archangel Metatron (Medanzo) inscribed on his shoulder. ”

"According to some accounts, in the alternate world of Silent Hills, this emissary may be in charge of controlling the switch between the outer and inner worlds. At the same time, it will be responsible for observing and recording the birth of "gods", as well as holding séance ceremonies. ”

"His existence is very closely related to the Lord of Paradise. In "Paradise", the status of this oracle should be higher than that of the triangular head of the executioner, and his appearance basically means that the Lord of Paradise is here. ”

Reading this, Zhang Luo turned on the magnification mode of the Executioner's Eye, stared at the shoulder of the "person", and sure enough, he saw that the robe on the other party's shoulder was torn, revealing the scarlet coat of arms engraved on the skin underneath, which was made of circles and triangles.

"The Lord of Paradise is hiding here......"

Realizing that the monster in front of him was the messenger of the Lord of Paradise, Zhang Luo was about to drive the power of the evil god to attack that guy, but suddenly found that his body had fallen into an abnormal state again.

"Your vital signs are gone." A message from Frankenstein appeared in his sight: "Are you still alive?" ”

"It seems to be alive, but that 'messenger' killed me as a human part." Zhang Luo replied quickly.

Although the other party was just walking over and did not make any attacking movements, Zhang Luo could feel that his human body seemed to have been completely destroyed, and no matter how he tried, he had no reaction at all, and his current self had become a complete monster that was forcibly driven by the power of the evil god!

There is no heartbeat, no breathing, all organs have stopped functioning, Zhang Luo's current five senses are completely supported by the power of the evil god, and he knows that although he is still "alive", he has nothing to do with people......

"This bastard ......"

Zhang Luo scolded, but suddenly realized something, and rushed backwards with Li Wen on his shoulder, flashing a kilometer away in an instant.

――If he continued to be around that messenger, his body would be ruined, but he would be able to rebuild it, and if Li Wenchong died, he would be in trouble......

"Can you come and take this kid away?" He sent Frankenstein a message to the past.

"He volunteered to save you." The girl's voice suddenly sounded from behind Zhang Luo.

"Take this kid away, I was saved by him this time." Zhang Luo handed Li Wenchong to Frankenstein, who had just arrived, and then clenched his fists with interest:

"The Lord of Paradise seems to be going to play the real thing this time, and I will beat him back to his hometown."

When taking Li Wenchong, in order to avoid accidentally injuring this guy, Zhang Luo would be a little restrained. And now, after handing over this "baggage" to Frankenstein, he can finally play his best with peace of mind.

"Is it okay?" Frankenstein asked again.

Seeing that the girl looked cold on the outside, but actually cared about herself, Zhang Luo nodded and said, "It's no problem at all." After this time, can you help me resurrect a friend? Borrow your 'digital soul' approach. ”

"Of course." Frankenstein replied immediately, pausing before speaking again.

Zhang Luo thought that this mechanical girl would say something old-fashioned lines such as "have a good trip" or "you must come back alive", but what she didn't expect to hear was:

"ZHANG LUO SAID THE DEATH FLAG."

"Whatever." Zhang Luo laughed out loud again, turned around and walked towards Building 3 of the Paradise Community.

――It doesn't matter if it's a death flag or not.

Because now I am actually a "dead person". (To be continued.) )