In the quiet and deep corridor, Li Shuangmu, Beidao, Wang Ning and others stood up, staring blankly at the pile of corpses on the ground with six pairs of eyes. No one spoke, just holding his breath and staring at him, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in time.

However, the so-called silence is used to break it. It is as if the silence of this world was finally interrupted by "outsiders". Zeng Fei, who was covered in blood, looked at the wide eyes on the ground and said tremblingly: "If... if these are all true, then... who are we?"

These people have had extraordinary experiences and powers, and things are no longer able to shake their minds. However, what is the thing that makes them inexplicable when they look at them?

The answer is, their own corpses!!

The piled up on the ground was the bodies of Zeng Fei, Li Shuangmu and others, and the six people in Class 1237, including Bai Lu. "Zeng Fei" died of a shot in the eyebrows. "Li Shuangmu" died of a sword in the heart. "Wang Ning" died of a broken throat. "Lu Xia Leng"'s body was intact and the cause of death was not seen. "Bai Lu"'s death was torn apart with sharp claws, and the body was torn in half. "Yin Kuang" - as expected, it was broken up because he did not see Yin Kuang, but only saw flesh and bones and internal organs on the ground.

"They" all die from their respective skills or weapons.

And the strangest thing is that they are standing at this moment, looking down at their own bodies.

I would like to ask, is there anything more terrifying in the world than this?

No one can answer the question Zeng Fei asked. Yes, if those who died tragically were them, then who are they themselves? If they themselves are themselves, then whose corpses on the ground belong to?

If I weren't me, who else could I be?!

Just as they were in confusion and chaos, the bell for get out of class suddenly rang, echoing in the not-wide but very narrow corridor...

...

At the same time, in the mass grave behind the 110 Police Station, Zhang Jie stood in a weedy wilderness with a swaddling cloth in her arms. It was very rare that a gust of wind blew, blowing from far to near, through Zhang Jie, blew the rags on her body, and the gust of wind blew open a corner of the swaddling cloth in Zhang Jie's arms.

I saw that in that small cradle, a dry corpse was curled up, as if she was sleeping peacefully...

Not far behind Zhang Jie, Old Man Zhang shrank and leaned against a telephone pole. Perhaps it was because he was blown by the wind that he felt cold, his shoulders shrank again, pulled his clothes on his body, and rubbed a pair of old hands like bitter and dry firewood. His lips were just muttering, "Why aren't you here yet? Will it be... Bah! No, it must be!"

Rush rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rus

The wind blew through a withered forest, causing the dead leaves hanging from their fingers to float. A leaf was blown high by the wind, rolling in the sky, and then floating towards the ground. After being twisted by the wind in the air for about half a minute, the dead leaves finally landed quietly.

sand!

One foot stepped on the leaf and stopped.

Two people wrapped in black cloth appeared in the woods.

After a while, one of the black cloth men patted the other black cloth men and said, "Go over."

The black cloth man who was patted nodded silently, took a few steps forward and stopped and turned around, saying, "Thank you."

The black cloth man behind him didn't say anything, but waved his hand and signaled him to go over quickly.

The black cloth man in front turned around and then pulled off the black cloth on his body with force. He ran and tore it. When he rushed out of the woods, the black cloth on his body had been torn clean.

In the distance, Zhang Jie seemed to feel something, and slowly turned around. After seeing the person clearly, tears fell silently. Even though she covered her face with her hands and pretended to be strong, tears and whimpering still couldn't stop. The running man suddenly accelerated and then hugged Zhang Jie tightly in his arms.

The squatting old man Zhang also stood up slowly in a daze.

And in the withered woods, the black cloth man looked quietly for a while, then turned around calmly.

Zhang Jie, who was leaning on the man's shoulder, seemed to feel something. She looked up at the grove, but found that there was nothing, only a bleak picture of dead trees and leaves. Then Zhang Jie ignored it and whispered: "Let's let Ling'er be buried in peace?"

"Okay." A gentle and peaceful voice said.

In this way, behind the black cloth man, there was a scene that gradually drifted away and blurred: Zhang Jie and the other person were busy. The man snatched the wooden shovel from Zhang Jie's hand and lowered his head and shoveled the soil hard. Zhang Jie held the swagger and stood quietly aside.

As for Old Man Zhang, he wanted to go up, but he didn't dare to go around in a hurry under the telephone pole.

The black cloth man walked through the sheep intestine path and walked onto the cement road. When he walked past a trash can, a white hand reached out, and then pulled it hard, pulling it off the black cloth covering his body, revealing a not-so-magnificent back. The black cloth was rubbed into a ball by him and discarded in the trash can.

If Zeng Fei and others were here, when they saw this person, they would definitely shout a name in surprise: Yin Kuang!

He walked slowly without any haste, wearing a long sword around his waist. If he changed into his ancient clothes, he would be a bright and graceful hero.

However, when he walked to the door of the 110 Police Station, a ringtone suddenly rang. He heard the ringtone, as if a hungry student had heard the ringtone of the end of get out of class and ran away. His speed was extremely fast and he disappeared in an instant.

...

"The seventh notice is here!"

Everyone in the corridor was frightened by the ringtone, and then their faces showed a look of various expressions mixed together.

Li Shuangmu finally looked at the corpse on the ground, especially his own body, and said slowly: "Okay, the seventh notice has arrived. Everyone should go back. Don't worry about these corpses. The ghosts in the world of "Silent Hill" are impermanent. Zeng Fei also said that he had encountered them many times, maybe who used them to tease us. Don't care. It's okay." Zeng Fei said: "Where is Yin Kuang?" Li Shuangmu said: "Maybe..." Li Shuangmu originally wanted to say, "Maybe he has been unexpected." However, at this moment, a figure from a distance came into his eyes. Li Shuangmu couldn't help but shout, "Yin Kuang!"

The others subconsciously followed Li Shuangmu's gaze and saw a person hurried towards this place in the distance. Who isn't Yin Kuang? Zeng Fei immediately said excitedly: "Yin Kuang, hurry up!" Seeing Yin Kuang, a hint of joy appeared on Lu Xia's cold face, but it disappeared the next moment. Instead, a hint of doubt climbed onto her cheeks, and the skin on her forehead also frowned slightly. Wang Ning muttered in a low voice: "I can't die, this kid's life is too hard. That guy is also a silver-like spearhead." As for Bei Dao, his brows frowned tightly, and then sighed helplessly, "Shi Ye is also a life of life..." Then he looked at Leng Huaping, and saw that she looked cold and could not see anything unusual, and his expression calmed down.

The narrow corridor did not take Yin Kuang for long. Soon he rushed to everyone. However, when Yin Kuang saw the corpse on the ground, his expression changed rapidly, and his mouth slightly opened, as if he wanted to ask about the situation. Li Shuangmu immediately handed a key to Yin Kuang and said, "It's too late. Let's talk about it when you go back." Then he patted Yin Kuang's shoulder and smiled and said, "Welcome back." Yin Kuang said, "Thank you."

Wang Ning said: "Stop being slow, use the keys to go back quickly. I don't want to stay in this ghost place for a moment." After saying that, he ignored others, picked up his key and inserted it into the eyes of the key in the door of classroom No. 911. With a "click", the door of classroom No. 911 opened, and a strong light gushed out, swallowing Wang Ning. The white light appeared quickly and disappeared quickly. When the white light dissipated, the door of classroom No. 911 closed again, as if it had never been opened.

At this time, the radio also sounded. This time, it was a beautiful female voice. She only heard her say, "Please pay attention to all students, please pay attention to all students..." However, at this moment, no one cared about what the radio was talking about. They inserted their keys into the keyhole one by one, then pushed open the classroom door, and were taken away by a white light. One by one, they soon arrived at Yin Kuang. Moreover, he was the last one.

Yin Kuang turned his head and finally glanced at the corridor where the light gradually dimmed and became deeper. He let out a silent sigh, then pushed open the door of classroom No. 911 and was taken away by a white light.

When the white light dimmed, the corridor became dark in an instant.

Then, the scarlet and dim light began to fill the corridor.

The walls of the corridor walls are also peeling off quickly...

Then, the sound of "dongdongdongdongdongdong" sounded somewhere in the corridor, accompanied by the sound of countless babies crying, shrill and gloomy.

Everything seems to have never changed.

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