His leather shoes stepped on the road, making light footsteps.
The sound itself was not frightening, but in this deathly silent environment, it was particularly ear-piercing.
Old P took a deep breath and walked forward slowly.
He tried to run, but running would make louder sounds, and the more he ran, the more he panted. The sound of running and panting overlapped, making Old P even more panicked.
So, it was better to walk slowly.
Fortunately, the protagonist's walking speed wasn't slow and was still within an acceptable range.
He had to admit that Silent Hill had created the perfect atmosphere.
There were no overly disgusting scenes, no massive number of disgusting monsters, and for the time being, there was no darkness.
It was just an abandoned town, filled with fog, a little background music, and a little sound effect of panting and footsteps.
Old P wasn't immediately scared to quit the game, but there was always a trace of fear lingering in his heart that he couldn't get rid of.
There was a car parked in front of him. It looked relatively new, and the door was open, which was very different from the other abandoned cars on the side of the road.
The protagonist must have driven this car to Silent Hill. After arriving here, he went to the abandoned public toilet to look in the mirror to sober up.
Old P came to the car, picked up a map of Silent Hill from the seat, and then closed the door.
He really wanted to open the door and drive away from this godforsaken place, but it was obviously impossible.
"The map is actually placed here, and not given directly to the players? If the players leave without even looking at the car, wouldn't it be … "
Old P felt goosebumps all over his body. This was simply a pit that could not be any more malicious...
If some players rushed in without a map, how miserable would they be in this foggy horror game?
He couldn't imagine …
Old P calmed himself down and unfolded the map to take a look.
This was the map of Silent Hill, and Old P was still on the periphery and hadn't entered the town at all, so this map was temporarily useless.
There was only one way in front of him — down the mountain.
Old P had no other choice but to bite the bullet and walk into the thick fog …
…
The fog was thicker.
Old P was walking down a mountain trail, but the further he went, the lower the visibility became.
When walking on the path, Old P's field of vision could only clearly see a range of two to three meters around him. Anything further than that would be a blur.
Tall trees could be vaguely seen, but apart from creating the rustling of leaves in the wind, these trees were useless.
The sound of the wind, the rustling of the trees, and his own footsteps.
There was dead silence.
Old P felt flustered.
He was a little puzzled. Why was it that such a quiet atmosphere, without the low growls of wild beasts or the roars of monsters, gave off such a terrifying and dangerous feeling?
Soon enough, Old P realized something.
Because it was too quiet here, there were no sounds of life.
There were no cries of insects, no cries of birds, no signs of the existence of any living beings.
There was only the boundless fog and the sound of the wind blowing through the trees.
He … seemed to be the only living thing here …
Every time Old P moved forward, he had to stop and calm himself down.
At first, he was worried that a monster would suddenly jump out from behind the thick fog.
But he worried too much. At least on the mountain road into Silent Hill, he didn't encounter any monsters or anything suspicious.
The only strange thing was a well, but after Old P carefully walked over, nothing happened.
No monster crawled out of the well.
Old P deliberately walked over and leaned over to take a look. The well was dark and had probably been abandoned for a long time.
As he walked forward, he finally saw two iron gates.
Old P tried to push the two rusty iron gates with both hands, and he could clearly feel something on his hands.
Creak, creak, creak …
The iron gates made a jarring sound, and the shaft rubbed against each other stiffly. It was not easy to open a small gap.
Unable to push it any further, Old P turned his body sideways and squeezed through the gap in the iron gate.
"Is this … a cemetery?"
In the thick fog ahead, a cluster of tombstones could be vaguely seen. The ground under Old P's feet was no longer a mountain path, but a land full of fallen leaves. His footsteps were dull and depressing.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.
Judging from the silhouette, it was a woman.
She went from one tombstone to another, as if she was looking for something.
Finally, she stopped in front of one of the tombstones. With her back to the protagonist, she squatted there, motionless.
The protagonist walked over to her, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he startled the woman, and the woman's scream also startled Old P.
Fortunately, she was a normal person.
The hero chatted with her and asked her about the way to Silent Hill. However, the woman with long black hair told him not to go. That place was very strange, but the protagonist said he didn't care because he was looking for someone very important to him, his wife.
Old P found the exit in the cemetery and moved on.
It was another long journey. It was still foggy, and it was still dead silent.
Old P felt that his nerves had been strained to the extreme. He always felt that according to the general style of horror games, a monster should suddenly jump out at this time, but no, not a single one.
Not to mention a monster, there wasn't even a collectible item. He could only keep moving forward, and forward …
Finally, after passing through an abandoned farm, Old P saw the road.
It seemed that he had finally arrived at Silent Hill.
Road signs, barbed wire, roadblocks … Old P continued to walk along the road, and after who knew how long, he finally arrived at the town.
After passing through the wide road in the middle of Silent Hill, Old P finally confirmed that he had entered the town. In front of him was a long-abandoned flower market. It was also stained with dirt and seemed to have been weathered by the elements.
Old P tried to push the door, but it wouldn't open.
Next to it was an abandoned workbench filled with all kinds of sundries. Among the kettles and all kinds of small shovels, there was a small first-aid kit.
"Huh? This can be taken! " Old P tried to interact with the workbench and saw the protagonist reach out to pick up the small first-aid kit and put it away.
At this moment, Old P heard a low hiss coming from a distance!
"What's going on??"
Old P subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, but the fog was too thick, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
Old P calmed himself down. It seemed that a monster was finally going to appear. Otherwise, he wouldn't have arranged a first-aid kit here in advance.
"It's Salent's conspiracy. The map at the beginning was the same, and so was the first-aid kit. There were no hints at all, and it was deliberately made to blend in with the environment … In this kind of fog, if the player isn't careful, they'll miss it …"
Old P felt a lingering fear. This game was really full of deep malice!
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