As the saying goes, try to be vigilant in a strange place, don't let go of any dangerous factors, and have the most dangerous guesses about strangers.

As a native of the United States and a middle-class elite, Ross naturally shared this notion.

After getting out of the car, she remained unmoved and met the gaze of the man in front of her.

Despite the presence of the priest, Rose still felt that timidity must be the trigger in some way.

People are emboldened.

Sure enough, when she did this, the man smiled and nodded at her, and then avoided his gaze and concentrated on cheering.

Rose clenched her fists, and for some reason, she always felt that there was something wrong with this man's gaze.

It was her instinct as a woman, but there was not much fear in her heart, because there was a priest.

Rose glanced at the back seat again through the window, and the priest didn't know where to get another piece of drawing paper, and was looking at it.

Seeing this, Rose exhaled, glanced at the gas tank, and walked to the store inside.

She was going to buy water for Father York, and for her daughter.

Just halfway through, the policewoman who was talking to the female clerk with a bottle of drink happened to come out.

What Rose could see was that the policewoman seemed a little surprised when she saw her coming, and at the same time there was a look in her eyes.

Feeling the policewoman's gaze, Rose didn't have any expression, passed by her directly, opened the door of the convenience store, and walked in.

The policewoman followed and glanced back, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, as a policeman, in such a remote place, she was already familiar with the situation nearby.

Following instinct, she was the first to be suspicious.

"Why are people from outside here?"

This question arises, the policewoman looks up, and the brand-new muscle car in front of her appears in front of her, and after thinking about it, she puts away the drink bottle and walks towards the muscle car.

The shop looks small from the outside, but it's full of things.

To Rose's surprise, what was not visible from the outside of the store was a dining area.

There were already some people sitting inside, their voices undulating and full of popularity, which made her instantly relaxed.

Anyway, in common sense, more people also means safety, and Rose, who felt the danger from the man in the pickup truck, let down some of his vigilance.

As he observed, Rose walked to several refrigerators on the side of the aisle, opened one of them and took out a few bottles of water from it, and then continued to the cash register.

The female clerk standing behind the cash register wears a hat and clothes that resemble a uniform with a large open neckline.

"I'll add some oil." Rose put the bottles of mineral water on top of the cash register and opened his mouth as he took out his wallet.

The female clerk is estimated to be a hospitable person, and maybe there are no introverts in this industry.

She took out a bag and put the mineral water in it, and watched Rose speak.

"$6, you're out of town?"

Rose glanced at her, "Obviously? ”

The female clerk nodded and took out a bunch of fuel cards.

"Of course, this place is so small, as long as people from other places have not escaped my eyes."

Rose's eyes flashed, and he picked one of the pile of fuel cards in the female clerk's hand, and then began to pay, but after picking up the bag, he paused and asked.

"May I ask which way to go to Silent Hill? I can't find it on the map. ”

The female clerk raised her eyebrows and began to look at Rose: "Why did you go there?" ”

"Well, I'm a journalist and I've been studying the effects of underground coal burning lately." Rose made some excuses casually, and although she had always been guided by the priest, she wanted to know more specifically.

"So I saw some reports on the Internet and wanted to go over there to take some pictures."

The female clerk shrugged her shoulders and said indifferently: "The road is impassable." ”

"What do you mean?" Rose said as he picked up the bag.

"Literally." The female clerk obviously didn't want to talk about Silent Hill.

Rose could see that she didn't care, there was still a priest anyway.

"Okay." She said, ready to leave.

At this time, the female clerk suddenly said, "Seeing that you are from the outside, I will give you a suggestion." ”

"How?"

Ross suddenly stopped, looking back at the female clerk with her hands propped up on the cash register.

"Something has happened recently, and several people have gone missing here." The female clerk said indifferently.

"Did you see the policewoman outside? She's here for this, and you'd better be careful, there's the town of Lostester in front of you, and you can find a hotel there and wait until daytime. ”

The female clerk's voice was low: "Because the missing people seem to have disappeared at this point in time, and their cars are abandoned on the road"

Suddenly knowing this information, Rose somehow, full of a chill, shivered, and subconsciously looked at the front door, through the glass window above, she saw the policewoman standing next to her car.

"Thank you, I'll think about it seriously." Ross said seriously, and then left.

The female clerk shrugged her shoulders and watched.

Bumper bumper.

Hearing this voice, York, who had just calmed Sharon who had suddenly woken up, looked up at the source of the sound.

It is Sybil, the policewoman in the movie, who can be considered an innocent person and a good person, who is knocking on the car window.

York stroked Sharon's head and dropped the window.

"Is there anything wrong, officer?" Yorks laughed and said he had always been appreciative of good people.

"Is she alright?" Sybil stared inside, the man was burly, and the little girl was full of fear and sweat as if she had a nightmare.

If it's a father and daughter, the two of them are really long.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Seeing the policewoman's guarded face, York smiled.

Hearing this, the policewoman Sybil looked at Sharon.

However, who knew that Sharon glanced at her and said, "Mom told me not to talk to strangers." ”

"Ugh." Sybil didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Hmm." Yorkes stroked Sharon again and couldn't help but smile.

"Well done, good boy."

Sharon leaned close to York and turned her head to the policewoman outside the window.

"I'm sorry, officer, she just had a nightmare." Yorkes explained anyway.

The corners of Sybil's mouth twitched, but his heart actually relaxed, whether it was father and daughter or not, this very natural behavior could not be a stranger, nor would it be anything else, because the child would not cover it up so well.

"From out of town?" Sybil looked at York.

"Hmm." York said indifferently.

"There have been a couple of disappearances here lately, all of them from out of town," Sybil, like the female clerk, said of what had happened here recently.

"It's best not to trust strangers, there's a small town ahead, you can find a hotel to spend the night."

"Thank you." York responded.

"We will, officer."

Looking at Sybil, and then looking at the dilapidated pickup truck with only the tail lights in front of him through the stereogram, there was an indescribable meaning in his eyes.

"Hmm." Sybil glanced at Sharon again, didn't dwell on it, nodded at York, and walked straight towards his Harley Dyerson.

Halfway through, she happened to meet Rose coming out of the store, and she nodded her head in the same way.

Ross had some confusion in her eyes, wondering what the policewoman and Father York were talking about, but she couldn't ask the policewoman anything, so she could only nod her head in the same way, and walked past her for the second time towards the car.

Sybil pursed his lips, propped up the motorcycle, inserted the key, glanced at the woman who had already refueled, and then started to start, heading towards the tail of the car.

What she didn't know was that her fate had changed in this moment.

"Father York, what were you talking about?" Ross plugged in the fuel card, then picked up the gas gun and inserted it into the inlet of the car, looking into the car.

Sharon woke up again, scribbling with the paper and brush she was still holding in her hand, the picture was so familiar that she had seen it I don't know how many times.

However, the priest took a new piece of drawing paper and looked at it, and she was a little suspicious that the priest looked at it as a blank piece of paper, after all, she knew that her daughter's speed of drawing would not be so fast.

"Nothing." Yorks looked at the colorful paintings on the drawing paper and said indifferently.

"She just came to warn her that it's not safe here."

"Disappearance?" Rosdow.

"Hmm." There are scanned stereoscopic images, and York's knowledge of everything inside the store is natural.

Rose thought for a moment, took his phone out of his pocket, and confirmed.

[22：23]

Unknowingly, she drove for so long, no wonder she felt tired.

"Father York, shall we rest for the night in the town ahead?" Rose put away his phone and said.

"The clerk inside said there was a small town up ahead."

"Okay." Yorkes stared at the drawing paper, habitually squinting his eyes, through this one, as well as the previous few drawings of Sharon, the information on it already revealed too much.

Movies are still movies after all, reality is still reality, and he still doesn't know enough.

And Silent Hill turned out to be a sacred place for the Indians? Do you really want to check it again?

Yorkes stared at the paper: a group of people gathered around a tall figure, kneeling and reminding him of the Alesa who embraced him.

"What the hell are you trying to say to me?"

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At night, there is a dappled jungle on both sides, and the darkness is bottomless.

A lonely road is nestled between the mountains.

If you look at it from above, there is a dazzling headlight directly interspersed with it, and there is no one else on the road except this car.

It was still Rose who was driving, perhaps through the mountains, and it was almost midnight when Rose felt cold and subconsciously thought of Sharon.

As before, she looked up into the rearview mirror to see what was going on in the back seat.

To her relief, Sharon was asleep again, resting on the priest's lap, but she had already had a coat over her.

It was clearly the priest's clothes, and looking at the priest's short-sleeved shirt, Rose pursed his lips and looked at the navigation in the center console.

"It's almost there, Father York."

York looked in the rearview mirror, feeling the strangeness in Rose's tone, and then looked at the front window in front of him, his expression a little ambiguous.

"Ms. Ross, don't get out of the car later."

Rose was stunned, not understanding what Father York was saying.

"How?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Rose suddenly noticed that something was going on in front of him.

In the next second, at the moment when the headlights follow the speed of the car and shine in.

She saw a dilapidated pickup truck in the middle of the intersection, and a very familiar man appeared directly into view, his right hand beckoning upwards.

Rose instantly understood what Father York had said.

The dilapidated pickup truck in front of her and the man in a jacket and denim were none other than the man who refueled at the gas station and made her instinctively feel uneasy.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Seeing Rose's eyes widen slightly, Yorks soothed.

"Slow down."

The dilapidated pickup truck in front is directly stuck in the middle, and there is obviously no room for the past.

This kind of drama reminds Yorkes of some movies, and the routines on them are so familiar.

He remembered that there was a woman who drove her own car and set off in a random direction, distracted, and ran into a murderer.

This murderer is like a real passerby, playing the tricks of some traffickers, trying to get the woman out of the car, and then torture and kill.

"Tsk, can I only say that it is worthy of free America." York smacked his mouth, and found it amused.

When I was on the road before, I didn't think I would encounter this kind of thing, but I didn't expect to face a murderer.

When he was at the gas station, through the three-dimensional diagram, he had already discovered the problem of men.

Under the analysis of the transparency function, some human tissues and blood stains remain in the invisible place in the back seat of the dilapidated pickup truck, and there is also a shotgun on the notch in the front seat.

As for why he didn't tell the policewoman Sybil, in addition to not wanting the policewoman to be involved in the Silent Hill incident like in the movie, plus there was no definitive evidence, it would be too troublesome.

"Yes, Father."

Hearing Father York's voice, Rose suddenly felt that his somewhat uneasy emotions unconsciously settled down, looking at the man waving his right hand in front of him, Rose pursed his lips and began to slow down.

"Stop."

At a distance of about ten meters, York looked at the man who was still standing in place under the headlights.

Rosston pressed the brakes.

"Father York, what's next?"

"Just wait for me in the car, and I'll take care of everything."

The car stopped, and York gently lifted Sharon's head, put her in the back seat, then opened the door and got out of the car, walking towards the man who had stopped waving.

Rose stared at the front, not letting go of any situation, she had already pinched the phone in her hand, and the screen was already stuck in the interface of 911, once something happened, she would call the police directly.

"Uh, I'm sorry."

This man with a long beard and a very sloppy hair seemed embarrassed.

"My car suddenly turned off, and I don't know what happened."

At this time, Yorks had already walked about two meters in front of the man, and looked at his left hand, which was hiding behind him:

"Really,"

"Man, do you look at the car?" The man looked at York, who was even more burly than him, and his eyes showed a hint of timidity.

"Otherwise, you can only wait with me for the person carrying the cart to come."

"Yes."

Because of the man's amazing acting skills, York couldn't help laughing, and walked over, because there was Rose watching behind him, he wouldn't behave if he didn't behave very inhuman, and in front of everyone, he would always choose to make corresponding and more suitable behaviors.

"I'll show you this."

"That's great." The man seemed relieved.

But when York walked in front of him, he instantly changed his expression, fierce and full of anger, and the shotgun that he had been holding in his left hand suddenly raised.

When he senses danger in front of him and makes the man he is not sure of let his guard down, he will first shoot the man to death, and then enjoy the abuse of his wife and the lovely daughter in front of him.

Delicious food beckoned to him, and he could already imagine the wonderful taste.

But just as he was about to wave his waiting left hand, a hehe sound exploded in his ears.

The man's eyes widened suddenly, and a large hand that could only cover his entire face and fill his vision had been suppressed.

There was no time to think about why his left hand couldn't move, and the man only felt an unstoppable force burst out of his face, and he let this hand press down like a rag doll.

Bang!

There was a sharp pain in the back of his head, and his consciousness instantly fell into darkness.

This scene happened so brightly that Rose, who had been staring, was stunned for a moment.

She only saw the priest walk by, and then suddenly reached out and pressed the man in the face, and pressed the man to the pickup truck behind him.

(End of chapter)

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