"ah--!"

This is the voice of that girl!

I quickly ran to the voice. It was not how brave I was, but that I felt that there was still a secret in this girl. After all, there were no special reasons for those who could survive in such a place but didn't want to go out. Who would believe it?

However, when I rushed to the girl, I found that there was no danger at all. The girl just squatted on the ground with her head in her arms, and just screamed loudly against the wall of the house. I put away the wrench, walked over, and hugged the girl. When I hugged her, her body stiffened and then quickly began to struggle. I pulled her face towards me and let her see that it was me. Finally, she stopped struggling, but gradually fell asleep.

I couldn't just put her here like this. I looked left and right, but when I looked up, I found that it was a hotel. Then I picked up the sleeping girl, walked into the hotel, found a room, put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and guarded her on the side.

Looking at the girl who was gradually curling up in the quilt, I knew that from a psychological point of view, this position was a sign of insecurity. But I was not surprised at all, because no normal person would like to stay in such a place and not go out. As for what she said after her father sent her here, after all, on the tourist map, Silent Hill is a nursing home.

Sitting in the room for a while, watching the girl sleeping soundly, I stood up and walked out the door, preparing to find some water for the girl. But when I closed the door, an accident happened.

"This...is this the second floor?"

Looking around, although the layout around is similar to the first floor, it is still possible to be different. Just as I was thinking, the wallpapers on the surrounding walls slowly turned yellow, wrinkled, and peeled off the walls one by one. It seemed that they had been through a long time. As the wallpapers peeled off, the brown walls were exposed, and the light around them gradually became darker.

"Oh……"

"Pu...pu..."

The moan of the monster I just met suddenly came from the corner ahead, but I knew that in fact, it turned out to be a wall in front of me, but now it has become a corner. I am facing a choice, whether to turn around and escape, or fight with the monster. The door next to me has long been unable to open, and the stairs behind me can still go down, and the door of the hotel is also open, but such an obvious prompt made me hesitate and suspect that this is a trap...

"cut……"

I cursed inwardly, made a decision, picked up the flashlight, turned the light to the strongest, and shot straight towards the monster that had already walked out. Yes, my purpose was to attract it and then lure it away, because I always felt that this monster must have something to do with that girl.

"Swoosh--!"

The thing that seemed to be a snake appeared again, but I was prepared and hit it with a wrench. Then I slowly retreated and watched it keep following the true self, so I went downstairs with confidence, walked out of the door, and walked into the thick fog with confidence.

As expected, when I led the monster around the fog and returned to the hotel again, the monster disappeared and the hotel returned to its original state. I entered the hotel kitchen, burned a glass of hot water, and returned to the room where the girl was sleeping - this time it was on the first floor.

The girl was still not awake. I put down the hot water at the head of the bed and walked out again. This time, my goal was on the second floor. I entered the "room I just walked out". I found a diary on the table in the room, which was the girl's.

After closing the diary, I finally knew why this girl showed this. Her family was a single-parent family, her mother died early, her father was a rapist, and the victim was the girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. The father committed a crime after drinking, and the girl was greatly hurt. The regretful father committed suicide after settling her daughter down, and the girl came here for some reason from the nursing home where she was. But it doesn't matter. She was deeply hurt and lost her father, and she has lost interest in everything. Every day she has to sleepwalking, and the dream is the night when she was hurt...

"Did you see it all?"

I turned around, the girl stood behind me with a water cup, looking at the diary in my hand with indifferent eyes.

"Yes...I'm sorry..." I don't know what I should say.

"It's okay." The girl smiled and said to me, "Can I ask you something?"

"Please say it."

"Kill me." The girl said calmly.

I was surprised, but suddenly I felt it was natural that it was normal for people who were hurt so much to lose hope in life.

"You were wrong," said the girl, "Actually, I asked you to kill me, but I didn't have the courage to commit suicide, death or something. I just wanted to find my father and tell him..."

"Oh……"

The sound rang out again, it was outside! I put down my diary, took out the wrench, ran out quickly, and saw that the corridor turned into that shape again, and the monster was slowly walking towards me.

"Haha, it's really similar..." The girl smiled softly, looked at the peeling walls around her, then shook me away, holding her hand, and walked to the monster.

"Swoosh-Puff!"

It seemed like a snake thing pierced the girl's abdomen, and the hands on the monster half of her body grabbed the girl, but the girl seemed to turn a blind eye to these things, just gently stroked the monster's face, murmured: "Yes, Dad, I know, I know how much you love me and mom. Every night, I can see you stroking your mother's photos and crying silently. That night, you, drunk, just regarded me as your mother. Who told me to look so much like this? I don't blame you, dad, really, that was just an accident."

The girl's skin gradually fell off, revealing a man's face. The skin that fell on the ground mixed with the girl's blood on the ground and started to burn. The fire became bigger and bigger, and both the carpet and the wall had already started to burn. However, the girl was still looking at her father affectionately, touching her father's face, and the corner of her bloody mouth was always filled with a gentle smile.

This time I really ran away because I could no longer stop the fire, and I don't think the girl's death was wrong. The girl's injury was not just raped by her father, but the father who loved her left her like this. Physical injuries were temporary, and the wounds on the mind would heal with time, but the girl never had this opportunity. Now, the opportunity has come, although it means death.

I kept standing in front of the burning women's hall, watching the burning fire and the figure on the second floor, until the fire finally swallowed the entire hotel.

"Hey? It's on fire here?"

When I was thinking about it, a person suddenly appeared beside me. This was a very fat girl, holding food in her arms and eating.

"Aren't you surprised?" I asked.

"Of course, this kind of thing has happened before." The fat girl shrugged, but she was still stuffing food into her mouth, chewing it but did not affect her words. It seemed that she was used to it.

"Of course, this is a very strange place. Some houses will be destroyed by accidents of one kind or another, but soon, these houses were restored as before. I was also surprised at first, but after experiencing too much, I was not surprised. Anyway, this is a strange place." After saying that, the fat girl shrugged, turned around and entered the thick fog again, leaving only a sound of eating.

After destruction... will it be restored as before? I watched the fire get smaller and smaller, and finally gradually faded. The hotel, which was originally very good, turned into a pile of dark ruins. At this time, a strange thing happened, as if time was back, everything in the ruins flew up, and the charred wood slowly returned to its original state, and the collapsed walls also stood up again, broken glass pieces were suspended in the air, combined with the window frame, and embedded in the wall again. In this way, the ruins formed by the fire of about twenty minutes were restored to their original state in less than thirty seconds.

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

When I was stunned by this scene that could be called a miracle, another voice rang behind me. This was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, and seemed to be a civil servant.

"Yes, I watched it burn, but now everything has returned to its original state." I nodded and replied.

"Don't be too surprised, many strange things happen here. To give the simplest example, I've been here for about a year, but I haven't eaten anything and I've never felt hungry." The man said.

"Oh, then I saw one..."

"That, are you talking about fat girl? That's just her interest, it's meaningless." The man seemed to know the fat girl and said indifferently. Then he seemed to remember something again, took out something from his pocket, handed it to me, and said, "Look at your appearance, you should be a newcomer. Holding this, this is a unique mobile phone unique to Silent Hill. There is only this one here, and there are almost everyone here. When you meet someone else, you can exchange numbers with him. Of course, this mobile phone has other functions."

The man seemed to be a salesman, introducing the cell phone in my hand, and then said to me: "Okay, my number has been stored in it. I have to go somewhere else. I hope to see you next time." After that, the man waved his hand, left the place, and entered the thick fog.

I looked at my phone and found that the phone had quite a lot of functions, in addition to phone calls and text messages, recording, taking photos, automatic maps, notepads, and I just don’t know what brand it is. But now it’s not the time to think about this, I put away my phone and entered the hotel again.

The layout in the hotel is still the same, but there are traces of people sleeping in the room on the first floor, and there are also traces of water from me putting a cup on the bedside table. On the second floor, the door of "that room" was open, and a glass was placed at the door. It was the water cup I poured water. There was no water in the cup. I picked up the water cup and walked into the room.

The diary had disappeared, and even the traces had disappeared. The pen that wrote the diary was inserted in the pen holder, but I knew that the first time I came in, the pen was placed on the table. When I wanted to take out the pen to look, the phone in my pocket vibrated. I took it out and looked at it. It showed... voice information?!
Chapter completed!