The cold sky and broken streets. The ashes produced after the burning fall lightly and the mist fills the sky.

The ground is covered with a thin layer of snowflake-like ashes. Ashes fall day after day, but the ground is always only a thin layer.

A row of footprints stretched into the distance in the empty street, a little girl stood in the middle of the road.

This is the world of Alesa, dead, cold, and dilapidated. There are only black and white colors.

This is the world of Alesa, and she is the only one. There were many people, but later there were only two, and now she is the only one.

But she is not alone. Whether it was once or now.

The blood outlined the outline, forming a tall figure appeared in front of Alesa. It looked a bit scary, but in Alesa's eyes, this was her only sustenance.

Alesha opened her mouth and said something, but Wang Yao couldn't hear it, but he had his own unique way to communicate.

Cutting his fingertips, Wang Yao squatted down and used his fingertips to write and draw on the floor. The wound rubbed against the rough wooden board, making the pain of heartache only make Wang Yao's pupils slightly rotate and shrink.

【are-enthusia-all-sun ght】(How are you doing)

The skewed blood appears on the floor, and at the same time it appears on the ground covered with ashes in another world.

Extremely dazzling.

Alesha nodded, and the mist dissipated, curved into a curve. She walked forward and tiptoed slightly, raised her hand to touch Wang Yao's cheek.

There is an unconcealed heartache and attachment in my eyes.

The palm passed through Wang Yao's body.

Seeing this, Wang Yao turned his head slightly, allowing Alesa's weak and boneless hands to overlap with her side face.

The light passed by them, forming a natural silhouette.

The picture seemed to be frozen in this moment.

Click

Wang Yao, who was staring at Alesa, didn't hear it. Danny and Lisa heard it. They looked at the source of the sound, and Walter chuckled and hid his father's camera behind him.

Wang Yao has thought countless times about what would happen when he meets Alesha again. It was not until he really met. He realized that he could not say anything in fact. Alesha is the same. This little girl is easily satisfied.

Wang Yao didn't know whether to thank the flying chess or resent. It gave him a chance to meet with Alesa, but deprived him of a lot.

The invisible silver light gradually emanated from Alesha's body. Wang Yao, who had experienced it once, knew that this brief meeting was about to end.

He didn't stop him from doing useless work like a fool. He was just bowing his head and looking at Alesa quietly.

The silver light became vigorous, faster than Sanli left. Wang Yao squatted down and rewritten it on the floor.

ait-or-me (waiting for me)

The silver light was so strong that it suddenly dissipated. However, Alesha was still in place, but her figure gradually faded.

She nodded and finally disappeared. The extremely thin black mist around her stirred up, and finally transformed into the appearance of dark Alesha. She smiled at Wang Yao and gradually faded away.

The girl's chuckle sounded in Wang Yao's mind without any warning.

Everything is back as before.

Alesa is gone, or she has never appeared before.

As expected, this may be the only opportunity to meet in the long years.

For Alesha, Wang Yao must also live. In theory, the life span of immortality, as long as he does not die, he will sooner or later have a chance to return to the Silent Hill.

Even if it is ten years or a hundred years.

"Three minutes." Xiao Wu was still staying there. It was different from Sanli's twenty-four hours.

"I know." Wang Yao made a move. He pulled off his blood-stained shirt and revealed his tall and sturdy body. The shirt was covered with mouths and could no longer be worn.

With Alesa leaving, he gradually became the cold and silent Wang Yao again.

"She is very important to you." Walter, who rarely talks to Wang Yao, said at this time.

Wang Yao thought for a moment and nodded: "It's very important."

Walter swallowed and dazed to Wang Yao step by step. He handed over a photo. Wang Yao's previous self-harm behavior scared the three of them, and even Danny, who had always loved to stick to him, did not dare to get close to him at this time.

"This is for you."

Wang Yao took the photo.

In the photo, a huge star radiating as his back, a little girl stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch the cheeks of a tall figure who was covered in blood.

"Thanks."

Wang Yao stared at the photo for a long time, raised his head and said to Walter, with a hint of sincerity in his tone.

Perhaps because he felt that Wang Yao had become easier to get along with, Walter asked tentatively again: "That... there is something on you."

"Is that?" Wang Yao raised his left arm and said.

A circle of dark gray scales grew on his wrist. Not only his wrist, but also his bare body had scattered marks of scale, just like ugly marks hanging on his body.

"Yeah." Walter nodded along with Danny behind him.

"I swallowed it, and the gene carries some troublesome things."

Walter turned around and looked at Danny. They had never seen Zuoge before. They didn't know what Zuoge looked like. They didn't know what Wang Yao said about swallowing.

"Looks so cool." Danny shouted from behind.

Wang Yao returned to the second floor guest room, put down the photos and walked into the bathroom where the fog had not yet dissipated.

The shower head was opened and the water spilled down.

...

"Who is that girl? I think she must be his most important person. Maybe she is her sister." The three of them sat on the sofa downstairs, and Danny said in a silence. The front of the sofa was a broken wall, which felt like looking at the huge screen, and it was even more realistic.

In fact, they have become accustomed to further destroyed houses.

"But she is white." Walter said on the side.

"Um..." Danny bit his finger and fell into deep thought.

In the room upstairs, Wang Yao, who had washed away the blood on his body, turned off the shower head and walked to the dressing mirror.

The fog was everywhere on the dressing mirror, and Wang Yao reached out to wipe off the fog on the mirror, revealing the mirror image.

The strong and upright upper body is distributed with dark gray scales, and you can clearly feel the protrusions when you touch it.

Suddenly, Wang Yao used some strength to hold the scales and lifted them off his body bit by bit.

A line of blood flowed from the wound, with a crisp sound, and the scales as big as a bottle cap fell into the sink, leaving a few blood stains on the white porcelain pool. Xiao Wu appeared on his shoulder, and his small hand turned into tentacles to hook the towel, wiped off the blood on his chest.

The original position of the scales appeared even more ugly and fuzzy flesh and blood, and the blood was gradually stopped, and the wound began to squirm and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After waiting quietly for a few minutes, a brown film covered the wound. New scales were brewing.

The genetic conflict was first revealed in Wang Yao's body, but the result was more than that.

Wang Yao wiped away the newly hung fog on the mirror and leaned forward to the mirror. Deep in the black eyes, a pair of new pupils appeared faintly. The vertical pupils were exactly the same as the snake pupils.

Fortunately, the second pupil is not obvious and does not affect vision.
Chapter completed!