Mu Xing sat on a big rock next to the campfire, sweating profusely.

The oppression that thing just brought him was no less than the big eyeball in the world of Silent Hill.

Fortunately, there was a campfire behind him. If he fought hard, the consequences would be disastrous.

As the sound of the wind and the roar of the dragon gradually faded away, Mu Xing relaxed and tried to get closer to the campfire.

The warm firelight dispelled the haze in his heart. Mu Xing found that this campfire was brighter and warmer than theirs.

The burning temperature was tested and it was within the range of normal campfire temperature.

The visual illumination distance was about 100 meters.

He quickly searched around the campfire and found some traces of life. Obviously, someone had set up a camp here.

But Mu Xing was not sure whether the person using this campfire was a survivor.

He opened the blue backpack, and there was not much in it.

Two pieces of hard black bread, a water bottle without water, a map, a knife, a compass, and some other sundries. Finally, Mu Xing took out a diary from the oil paper bag inside.

This backpack looks like the backpack of an ordinary traveler, not a survivor.

With the jumping firelight of the campfire, Mu Xing opened the diary.

March 5, weather, sunny

This is my first day in this ghost place. Damn it, I shouldn't listen to Thomas's nonsense and come to this wilderness to survive.

He said that shooting such a survival video will be very popular, but now I am trapped in a fog. I hate that guy...

March 8, weather, unknown

I have been walking in this fog for three days, and my food is almost exhausted.

I swear this must be some weird other world. The earth is withered and there is no drop of water. I found an abandoned house and hid for two nights.

Today I encountered a strange thing. The dog has two human heads. Damn it, it must be an illusion.

I hope I can find a way out of the fog today.

March 10

Thank God, I found a bonfire, yes, a bonfire, it burned quietly in the fog, and the damn fog couldn't get close.

Finally, I can have a good sleep.

March 12

My food has been completely exhausted, who can save me? I can't leave this bonfire, there are monsters outside.

There will be roars around at night, I swear, as long as I walk out of the safe zone, I will be torn to pieces by those monsters.

March 15

I feel like I'm about to die. I don't hate Thomas anymore, but I miss my Emily very much. I don't know if she is doing well?

I miss my mother.

I had a dream last night. A guy who called himself a ghost invited me to be a member of his game.

I rejected that guy, but now I regret it. If I agreed to him, maybe that sumptuous meal would be mine.

March 17th

This is my first day as a survivor. Maybe this decision is wrong. I shouldn't have agreed to make a deal with the devil, let alone an evil spirit?

Damn, I'm scared now. May God bless me!

March 20th

I can't stand it anymore. I'm going crazy. There is no hope there. There is only endless pursuit, death, fear...

I don't know what to do. I want to escape from here.

But others have said that we can never leave here unless... escape!

March 25th

I succeeded. I finally escaped from the hateful McMillan Manor for the first time. The terrible chainsaw demon can no longer hurt me.

But I failed, because I thought that as long as I escaped, I could leave this hell.

But when I woke up, I returned to this damn bonfire.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

April 5th

I've had enough. We are all lambs, pawns, and playthings. Our existence is meaningless and our lives are meaningless.

Damn evil spirits, come and take my soul, let me die.

April 8

Damn, damn, damn

Fuck hope, fuck the future.

Fake, haha, all fake

We can't get out, we can't get out.

April 10

I've decided, I want to leave here, I've heard a legend, there is a legendary Mr. Viggo, he successfully escaped from this terrible and dangerous place.

In his laboratory, there may be a way to completely leave this ghost place.

I found the map left by Viggo in the lair of the withered, maybe it can guide me to find that place.

That place is in the fog, yes, in the fog.

But before that, I need a pair of eyes, eyes that can see through this fog.

April 12

This is my last diary, I left the campfire, I hope to find the pair of eyes I want.

May God bless me, no, I no longer have faith, now I can only rely on myself.

The diary ends here.

The last page of the diary was obviously written under extremely stressful circumstances, and the handwriting was extremely sloppy.

Is that corpse the owner of this diary?

An unlucky person who strayed into the foggy world.

On the day of his death, he chose to make a deal with the evil spirit and became an escapee.

However, the endless torture almost drove him crazy, but fortunately, he found the legend of Vigo and got a map.

So, he set off, but he did not leave the fog as expected, but died in the fog, killed by those terrible monsters.

Mu Xing picked up the map next to him, which was drawn on old parchment, stained with ink, and was not so clear.

However,

this did not bother Mu Xing.

"Red Queen, scan!"

The terminal on the arm quickly scanned the blurry map, then performed intelligent calculations and reset it in high definition.

Finally,

a clear electronic map was projected in front of Mu Xing.

Mu Xing stared at the map in front of him, withered forests, wastelands, strange rock valleys, storm vortexes, mountains, and even ruined cities.

And Vigo's laboratory is located near the storm vortex, in the area where the northern mountains and abandoned cities intersect.

There is a red X marked there.

The person who got this map had drawn footprints on it, and it was obvious that he had been to that laboratory.

The diary said that this map was taken from the nest of the withered.

In other words, this map was drawn by the Withered.

According to the original plot, the Withered did go to Vigo's laboratory.

However,

Mu Xing had doubts about this.

Not only did he doubt this map, but he also doubted whether he got this map by coincidence or deliberately arranged it?

What exactly was the black shadow he saw?

Could it be an evil spirit?

After all, he had just come face to face with the evil spirit in the previous escape.

If it was an evil spirit, what was its purpose?

But if it was not an evil spirit, who would have guided him to get this diary and this map?

Mu Xing opened the diary again and wanted to take a closer look.

But when he picked up the diary again, the diary seemed to have experienced years of weathering, and it suddenly scattered into ashes all over the ground.

The same was true for other things next to it, which suddenly turned into ashes.

Mu Xing realized that the environment of the bonfire in the mist was different.

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