"It's not that I speak in Su Jing's voice, but that I am a part of Su Jing." Raven cocked up his fingers and gently corrected Sadako Yamamura's accusations, and he slid easily off the windowsill and walked over to the heir of the Siren. He gently stroked the other's graceful cheek with his cold fingers, and the white mask on the man's face dried and cracked, and then crumbled into countless pieces. With the same beautiful skin and soft smile, but unlike Su Jing, the smile on the crow's face was empty and empty, without a trace of life force.

The crow's fingers ran over Yamamura's sharp chin, wiping away the bloody tears that burned his flesh with a scorching wilting sound. The hell of Silent Hill is activated by the sorrow and anger of the psykers, and the transformation of the outer world, the inner pain and sorrow are embodied by the power of this place, rapidly eroding the world.

"Is it painful? Pain is what I crave in you. The more we love each other, the more we can't help but hurt each other. When I saw you crying, my black heart was as ecstatic as if it had been torn in half, my pain was ten times the pain you experienced, and the happiness I experienced was ten times that of yours, dear Sadako, we are all species that can only get happiness in the process of hurting each other, this is ...... The essence of human beings. My teeth want to slide across your neck, nibbling at your flexible, fragrant hair...... I need you so much. ”

Sadako Yamamura closed her eyes, the demon had successfully stirred the tide of her heart. It has accurately found its most fatal weakness, and the negative emotions are surging abnormally, allowing itself to be swept away by the filthy undercurrent beneath the surface of this world.

Although he was shielded by some kind of "enchantment" to shield his mental energy. But the psyker's keen senses can sense that the essence of this world is based on some dark force. The interior of the seemingly ordinary world is full of filthy evil thoughts. Even if this place was once just a place where the power of the mind was gathered. But now, the town polluted by evil thoughts has become equivalent to "the manifestation of hell on earth".

Don't be fooled by him.

And after the converging evil thoughts break through a certain critical point, the world begins to transform from the shallow "surface xiàn" to the "inner layer". Rotten floors, rusty gates, walls with dark red blood rolling, and strangely shaped monsters are all manifestations of the human heart. These filthy thoughts come not only from the demons who control this world, but also from those who are lost in this world. Everyone's obstacle creates their own hell and traps themselves in it.

That is, me, Sister Lu, Xiaoqi...... Does everyone encounter their own catastrophe......

And my calamity is Jing Jun.

The crow's face is flawlessly similar to Su Jing's, and her dress is exactly the same as when they met in Tokyo. Is this the demon buried in the deepest part of my heart? In other words, what I am most afraid of is being abandoned by Jing Jun......

A black crow takes Sadako Yamamura's hand and walks through the blood-stained corridors. Space twists and turns in a hellish world, and the young corpse, swollen with water bubbles, stumbles towards Sadako Yamamura, trying to grab her arm with her fingers entangled in aquatic weeds. But the crow kicked it away mercilessly, and the dead body of the child who fell to the ground burrowed young octopus tentacles from its nose and eye sockets.

Despite being held by the hand, Sadako Yamamura couldn't help but turn her head to look, and the water ghost with a face so distorted that she couldn't make out her face was salty sea water flowing from her eyes, and she tried her best to hold out her fingers. It was the resentment of the dead in the river of the underworld to the sun.

"Ignore them. It's just some scum that hasn't died cleanly. The crow opened one rusty gate after another, and Sadako Yamamura was involuntarily dragged by him as she walked down the stone steps that led to nowhere. The spiral steps seem to be endless, and the dim yellow candlelight flickers on the candlesticks. Drip cloudy wax oil. Raven and Sadako went through one floor of stairway after another, and then descended to the bottom, where there was a narrow door.

The raven opened the door.

The interior is warm and clean. The dim sun shines through the narrow windows of Guò, and this room is very familiar to Sadako Yamamura. Fragments of memories welled up in my heart.

"To be precise, I'm not exactly what your heart fears. Instead, it extracted the true power and consciousness formed by memories from Su Jing's body. The crow familiarly touched her hot ears with her soft, cold lips, "Remember?" Maybe you don't even remember, when we were in Tokyo, we were in the theater, at noon in the recording studio, and when you delivered the bento, we cheated in the locked room and copulated like beasts. Your ears are always hot, between your teeth and between your teeth, your soft bones folded by your tongue, and your sweet blood flowing through tiny veins. ”

This is the theater recording studio of the year, a small world where two people meet privately.

The black-clad crow began to unbutton her clothes, and was pushed away by Sadako Yamamura. Her long hair was messily draped over her shoulders, and she raised a hand in a vigilant manner, instinctively defending the man. One by one, the crows unbuttoned their heavy black coats, followed by neat white shirts, revealing their sturdy, lanky bodies. He pressed the button of the recording device, and the woman's gasp and pent-up pleasure in her throat echoed in the room, a voice that Sadako Yamamura was all too familiar with, and it was her own voice.

"What a nostalgic old days." The crow squinted her eyes and licked her lips with her bright red tongue, "Why run away, it's a world shaped by your own memories, warm sunshine, dark tones and elegant décor - memories are always good." We always selectively remember those sweet memories and throw away those dark tones......"

“…… No! I'm getting out of here! You can't stop me, because this is the world of the mind, and as long as I 'refuse', you can't force me to do anything!" You...... You can only induce me to choose the wrong path......" Sadako Yamamura grabbed the hem of her shirt and bit her lip to refasten the crow's unbuttoned clothes.

The crow raised an eyebrow, and the empty smile on his face did not disappear, but became more conspicuous.

Sadako Yamamura didn't want to stay here any longer, so she pushed the crow away and opened the door to the studio. The spiral staircase, which was supposed to be at the end, had a new path downward, and the way up was blocked by a stone wall dripping with blood.

With no other choice, Sadako Yamamura can only move on downward. Her light-colored sweater and coat were like white flowers sinking deeper into the mire in this filthy hell, and the menorah on the walls became darker with each passing floor. The light provided by the candle flame is getting weaker and weaker, and the world is gradually entering the realm of deep darkness.

On each floor, a spiral staircase leads to a door. Some doors were tightly locked with chains, while others were wide open. Sadako Yamamura saw a pair of conjoined monsters squirming and struggling to separate on the bed in a poorly decorated room, the backs of the monsters glued together, but both sides tried their best to break free from each other, and the flesh that had grown together was torn apart, revealing Bai Sensen's backbone. Blood trickled down the tattered mattress, the sound of flesh and bone bursting reached her brain, and the conjoined monster lying on the bed let out a wail of grief.

Sadako Yamamura burst into tears at some point, and she left the floor crying and continued to run. In the room on the next floor was a dry well, the mouth of the well sealed by cement slabs had been torn by something, and a dirty hand was sticking out from the bottom of the well, and the nails on the five fingers were all broken, and the hands were covered with sludge that had accumulated at the bottom of the well.

Sadako Yamamura continued to run down, and there was a layer of doors that were tightly closed, but seawater continued to flow through the cracks in the doors. Milky white viscous biomass seeped through the cracks with a fishy smell, and things behind the door seemed to whisper to her, telling her to open the door and summon it out of nothingness......

The spiral of steps seemed endless, and her figure faded into the darkness.

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"Silent Hill Historical Museum?"

Lu Mengyao pushed open the door of the museum, and it seemed that no one had come to this place, and there was already a layer of dust on the doorknob. When she stepped into the hall, the lights came on one after another, and the fluorescent lamps were covered with dust, and the lights were a little dim.

The magician dusted off the gray snow from his head and carefully undid the homemade mask on his face, the air here was dreary, but at least stronger than the fog outside.

Welcome to the Silent Hill Museum of History. 】

The text message from the other party was only a short sentence, and it seemed that she was going to explore it on her own. And this is exactly what she wants, Lu Mengyao doesn't like the feeling of being led by the nose. She started with the town's history.

The history of this town dates back hundreds of years, when the Native American people used the land as a sacred place, and at that time it was known as the place of slumber of the soul. Then, at the end of the 17th century, colonists began to settle here. Then came the feverish age of the witch trials, followed by the plague that took place in Silent Hill......

Prisoner of war camps in the American Revolutionary War, old prisons, plague-time hospitals, the discovery of underground coal mines, the mass disappearance of residents, the disappearance of cruise ships on the lake...... The history of this town is full of legends and mysteries. The primitive beliefs of the Indians, the fanatical trials of witches, black magic, cults, ...... These things, hidden in the archives of history, are connected and woven into an intricate web.

No, these are just scratching the surface. Like the fog that shrouds the town, these sensational messages are just something that hides the ears of the people, and the truth ...... Buried in an unnoticed place.

The magician wanders from one room to another, closing his eyes and forming a network of all the information in his head. Remove those tricks, peel off the redundant useless information little by little, and reveal its true face hidden under the fog.

When she opened her eyes, she was standing in front of a huge landscape painting. The calm waters of the lake reflect the clouds in the sky, and on the shore is a sea of white flowers. The artistic conception of the whole oil painting is serene and soft, and the sign has a history of more than 100 years.

The girl raised her eyebrows.

"It's ...... What flowers? (To be continued......)

PS: Push my friend's book "Shadow Supreme", although it is still very tender, but it is unexpectedly interesting hahahaha......