"What are you doing standing still?"
"Hurry up and follow!"
At the entrance to the basement of the police station, the red-haired awakened man frowned and scolded the leather-armored man who suddenly stopped.
His talent is to absorb fire and strengthen all attributes, especially strength.
In the past, it could absorb geothermal heat and solar energy from the outside world.
But in this trial tower, there were burned ruins everywhere, but he couldn't feel the slightest breath of fire.
Irritability and decreased strength.
Facing the leather-armored man who was a little out of control, he naturally didn't look good.
Thanks to the leather-armored man who was so flamboyant in the safe zone, I heard that he even established a gang to torture and kill survivors for fun.
Unexpectedly, after entering, he was like a waste and ran faster than anyone else.
In the shadows.
The leather-armored man raised his head slowly when he heard the sound, a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.
In the outside world, no survivor would be respectful to him.
If the other party hadn't been the captain chosen by the team, he would have been unable to bear it any longer.
Everyone is trash, aren't you also afraid of triangle heads? ?
Putting on an ugly smile, he held the newspaper with only one corner and handed it over:
"I'm looking at... something up here."
"I think we might be able to find a clue..."
"for example..."
The red-haired man laughed mockingly, took the newspaper and glanced at it.
Squint.
The photo in the newspaper was really too blurry.
Without raising his eyebrows, he couldn't see any clues.
"how?"
"Do you still want to learn from those spiritual awakeners? Are you ready to collect clues?"
"Stop dreaming, don't say you and I don't have that ability."
"Even if the spiritual systems from outside are allowed to come in, they are still a bunch of trash."
Sneered.
As a power system, their way of thinking is also affected by talent.
Although after becoming an awakened person, both thinking efficiency and observation ability will be greatly improved.
But the power system still prefers to use force to resolve battles.
Use your brain to break the situation?
No less than bear programming.
"I think maybe the judge is not as simple as a monster."
"I've watched Silent Hill..."
When the man in leather armor saw the leader laughing at him for not overestimating his abilities, he couldn't help but suppress his anger and explain in a low voice.
His strength attribute is not high, and a large part of the reason is because he is actually a pseudo-double type.
"okay."
"Whatever it is, so what if it's a meme?"
"Do you think you can solve it, or find out something!?"
Somewhat impatient.
Everyone has been surviving since the apocalypse broke out until now.
Everyone knows the most basic rules.
In the past six months, he has met too many "smart people" who thought they were self-righteous and thought they could solve the mission.
But often out of 100, 99 people will trick themselves to death.
The only one left will kill everyone.
“Whatever the system says, do it!”
"You've made a plan, just follow it! Don't cause any complications!"
As if recalling painful memories, the red-haired man turned around and walked into the basement after scolding him.
The man in leather armor was left alone.
There is no other reason.
Some time ago, they encountered a memetic incident near the safe zone.
The Heart Eater, a "monster" meme that eats human hearts indiscriminately.
The mentally awakened people in the gathering place, relying on their talent for memory replay, volunteered to come forward to solve the problem.
When he racked his brains, he came up with a meme that asked everyone to capture wild dogs, obtain the heart, and use a fake heart to deceive the meme to solve the problem.
But the absurd thing is.
The memetic monster did not eat their hearts, but it turned the entire gathering of survivors into dogs.
Until they set off, the top management of the safety zone was still trying to find a way to rescue the barking spiritually awakened person.
...
The head is drooped.
Footsteps sounded.
Looking at his companions walking into the basement.
After hesitating for a moment, he threw away the newspaper in his hand and thought no more about it.
Although the leader's words were unpleasant, he was telling the truth.
It’s not that they are unwilling to think and look for more clues.
However, there are too many bloody and painful lessons.
Doing what the system says may not be the optimal solution, but it will definitely not cause any major problems.
no Zuo no Die.
....
"WUUUU!!"
The piercing alarm sounded, indicating that the safety time was over.
Hiding in the basement of the police station, everyone rummaged through the debris in the basement out of boredom.
The space is large, with several cage-like places constructed of blue bricks and stones.
This was once a place where prisoners were held and where prison guards worked.
Maybe it's because it's hidden underground, so it's a little damp here.
The corners of the walls were moldy and green, and some strange torture instruments hung in the open cells.
.
There was a faint sound of heavy objects walking overhead, it was the triangular monster wandering outside the police station.
"Hold on."
"When the main force arrives nearby, we will work together to kill the monsters outside."
Somewhat numb.
The red-haired man who led the team sat on a long oak table, flicking a lighter with his fingertips. The flames ignited from time to time, bringing faint light to the basement.
Breathing heavily.
Upon seeing this, the man in leather armor took out a fluorescent stick from his belt. After gently breaking it, the green light suddenly illuminated the surrounding area.
As a survivor who can survive to this day, everyone brought a lot of war preparation supplies before departure.
If the space props were not too rare, they wouldn't mind carrying an arsenal with them.
"I went to look behind me, and there seemed to be the sound of water there."
In silence.
The man in leather armor stared at the layout of the basement in a daze.
For some reason, he always felt a suppressed uneasiness in his heart.
The pervasive water vapor is mixed with the smell of decay. Maybe there are abandoned sewer pipes here?
The layout of the police station didn't quite fit in with the era of Silent Hill he remembered.
1970s? A 90s hybrid?
Looking at the dark red torture instruments in the cell, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
In the newspaper, the girl was burned to death? Or was he acquitted?
In the midst of random thoughts, the team leader waved his hand and warned in a cold voice:
"Don't go out into the basement. If you find a water source, mark it."
"Ake's talent is to draw strength from water."
Leaning against the wet wall, an awakened person with scales on his body smiled friendly at the leather-armored man.
But buried in the darkness, his smile was a little gloomy.
...
"There are still 4 points left... 4 people..."
With his hands on the dirty sink, the man in leather armor whispered to himself, subconsciously looking at himself in the mirror.
I'm...so haggard.
The eyeballs were covered with bright red bloodshot eyes.
A foul smell penetrated the nasal cavity, and turbid sewage flowed from broken water pipes.
The cracked mirror was mottled with white stains, like mildew.
Before escaping to the police station, he took the opportunity to kill another War Zone Awakener.
Although everyone worked together to attack, the final blow belonged to him.
Recalling the man's resentful expression before his death, he didn't have much emotion.
"The red-haired Axel can also kill..."
Just killing other awakened people in the war zone would definitely not be enough to collect the heads.
Although everyone is a war zone awakener, everyone is aware of this, but no one points it out.
Hide your strength...
I can't kill the monster, but...
A low laugh.
He slowly stood up and prepared to turn around and leave.
However, the uneasiness in my heart became stronger and stronger.
Why do I always feel like someone is watching me?
Before he walked out of the toilet, he subconsciously glanced at the mirror with his peripheral vision, and saw that his reflection in the mirror was a little blurry, but nothing unusual.
Smile to yourself.
He shook his head and turned to leave.
Nailed on the gray toilet ceiling are the people he killed with his own hands.
