S·D· Perry, a famous American writer, wrote a series of novels Resident Evil officially recognized by CAPCOM.

Volume I: Resident Evil: The Umbrella Plot (The Plot of Ann brera)

Volume 2: Resident Evil: caliban Bay (Kelly Ban Canyon)

Volume 3: Resident Evil: City of the Dead (City of the Dead)

Volume IV: Resident Evil: The Underground World

Volume 5: Resident Evil: Nie Misis (Nemesis)

Volume VI: Resident Evil: code name Veronica (code name Veronica)

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I just asked for help, and one of them was greatly packaged and uploaded, but it was in English. It seems that there has never been a Chinese version.

Seven chapters of Resident Evil's official novels (all)

The first chapter Resident Evil

Whenever the phone suddenly rings in the middle of the night and wakes me up, I know that another person who was alive and kicking the day before has died.

Such things always happen again and again. Sometimes I wish I had dialed the wrong number, just like a drunk woman who thinks I'm an old lover she hasn't seen for years, or like that idiot who was busy uttering a long list of Portuguese in one breath when I answered the phone last time.

I have had this symptom called "fear of late-night bells" for five years, starting from the day when I received a notice from the state police that my parents died unexpectedly at two o'clock in the morning five years ago. They drove a recreational vehicle and were chased by a big truck on the expressway. The perpetrators immediately fled without a trace. However, their car turned into a pile of scrap metal, and the forensic doctor even had to identify the body with dental information.

They were smashed to pieces.

Even though I later joined the S.T.A.R.S Special Strategy and Rescue Team, which is a special force used by raccoon city Police Department to deal with violent crimes and disaster relief, I still feel scared every time the phone rings suddenly a few hours before dawn. Many cruel cases happen at night, and most people are sleeping, so there are generally no witnesses in such cases. Violent crime may be better.

Yes, the phone rang in the middle of the night, so gambling is a bad thing.

Just like half an hour ago, when I dreamed that I was a rock star and surrounded by a group of crazy female fans, I was awakened by Billy's phone call. He is my best friend at school. Usually, I'm always glad to get a call from my old friends, even in such a late night, but this call is unusual unless they even have their mobile phones in the coffin now, you know?

Billy died three months ago!

My best friend is about to be promoted to a senior researcher. He belongs to a big local company called brera. About three months ago, he was transferred to Chicago to participate in a mysterious research project. On the day of departure, he was going to leave raccoon city by a special plane of a brera company. Everything looks like an ordinary flight. However, an hour after the plane took off, it disappeared from the radar of the air traffic control center.

The plane just disappeared.

A few days later, a fishing boat found the wreckage of the plane floating on the great lake and the bodies of eight passengers. As for the bodies of Billy and twelve other passengers, they have never found them. Finally, the search and rescue team concluded that they might be involved in the undercurrent or vortex in the lake. So, except for the farewell ceremony for Billy and the memories of my old friends who shared joys and sorrows, the incident ended quietly.

However, now that his voice is ringing in my ear, it must be a low-level joke.

"No matter who you are, your sense of humor is really abnormal." I replied, damn it, I wish I could reach over the phone and fix that pervert.

"Chris, I'm Billy! I swear, it's really me

This time, I listened more carefully. I searched my mind for memories of Billy's tone and intonation. It does sound like Billy's voice, but it doesn't make me sure it's really Billy on the other end of the phone. I had to induce him to talk more and listen to his voice carefully.

"If you are really Billy, tell me how on earth did you survive the plane crash? 」

"I wasn't even on the plane when it crashed. The plane landed at a private airport in a neighboring state in 20 minutes. As soon as they got me off the plane, they sent a car to take me back to raccoon city. 」

Now I'm sure the voice on the phone is really an old friend's "what the hell is this?" ? Why did Ann Brara go to all the trouble to put you on a plane and then send you back to raccoon city immediately? Besides, why didn't they inform your family that you were still alive? All this really confuses me! 」

"I think this is because I have to disappear. 」

I sat up from the bed and glanced at the liquid crystal luminous alarm clock at the bedside. It's one o'clock in the morning and I've only slept for an hour or two. No wonder I'm still sleepy, and the refreshing drink I drank at night didn't wake me up much.

"I think Ann brera company must have a good reason to explain to you why they want you to be a ghost population. I picked up the kettle beside the bed, only to find that there was not even a drop of water.

"There is no good reason. In fact, it is for a rather evil reason that I became a part of a terrible mistake. 」

I put the kettle in the distance. "What kind of mistake? 」

"I wish I could tell you all this, Chris, but I can't give too many details on the phone. I hope you can understand. 」

"Yes, I can understand that my best friend is suspicious of me now. 」

"Chris, I know a big secret, the worst secret you can imagine. 」

"What the hell are you talking about? What secret? 」

"The Secret Behind, about your recent investigation of a series of cruel events. 」

"Don't lie to me, Billy, I want to know everything you know. 」

"I said I can't tell you on the phone, the phone may be bugged. 」

"Not so exaggerated. 」

"I can't take the risk! He suddenly shouted, his voice was sharp and he sounded nervous.

"So, what do you want to do? 」

"Let's meet! Just you and me. 」

"all right? Where is it? What time? 」

"It's in the park next to Shengli Lake. You know, the one in the north of the city. Now, you get there as soon as possible. 」

"Why are you in such a hurry? 」

"Someone is following me, Chris. 」

That sounds urgent. All right. I will arrive in about 30 or 40 minutes. 」

I put on the clothes I changed about two hours ago, took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and poured half of it. When I walked to my car, I soaked the rest of the people in one breath. I'd rather be soaked and energetic than dry, but I died in a car accident because of lack of sleep.

I started the car, and the Shelby Cobra was alive and kicking at once, so I drove to Victory Lake. According to the current car condition and road conditions, I can definitely arrive in 40 minutes. Just kidding, a car like this, not to mention Lake Victory, can drive to the moon in 40 minutes.

I crawled at twice the legal speed for a while, then relaxed the throttle and began to recall the young time I spent with Billy.

In high school, we were together all day like conjoined twins. Although other students thought that he and I would be such good friends, it was really strange. He is the super good baby who gets an A in every subject and never gets into trouble, while I am the problem student who makes trouble all day, fails almost every subject and spends half his high school career in the principal's office.

After graduation, Billy joined the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. I knew I was not fit to study, so I joined the Air Force. For the next four years, we hardly saw each other again. Although I receive letters from him every six months, I feel ashamed that I have never even answered them.

He graduated from MIT not long ago, about a month! I joined Ann brera Company, and about a year later I returned to my hometown to join S.T.A.R.S, so Billy and I resumed our old best friend friendship and met frequently until he said that he would transfer him to Chicago.

It's really strange to think of this. When I was in the air force last year, he didn't write me half a letter for a whole year. I didn't think too much at that time. I thought he was too busy because he just joined the company, but now I know there must be something else. Judging from his frightened tone, things may be more serious than I thought, but now, before I met him, I had no idea about the cause and effect of the matter.

I went through the deserted downtown of raccoon city and turned into the second road, a two-lane road extending straight north. At this early hour, there was not even a plowman on the whole road, let alone anything else. Of course, when I stepped on the accelerator to the end, Shelby's V-8 engine responded immediately and made a roar that tore my throat. For an instant, my shoulder seemed to be 1 108.

Five minutes later, when I saw the first hill, I began to slow down. I'm always on tenterhooks when driving on mountain roads. I took the third gear first, and then changed to the second gear after the first hairpin turn. As the car goes uphill, the road becomes steeper and steeper. Later, there were several hairpin bends in succession, and my hand began to hurt because I kept controlling the steering wheel to turn the car in different directions.

Then, just as I was struggling to make a sharp turn, the figure of a woman suddenly appeared in front of my headlights. I was driving at 75 miles per hour, but the distance between her and my car was as close as the metal mark on my hood. Although I immediately braked with my hand and tried my best to brake with my foot, I could foresee that I would still hit her, so I did the only thing I could do at that time-suddenly hit the steering wheel.

After a collision, the engine stopped immediately, and then I stayed in the suddenly quiet car for a few seconds, waiting to feel the fracture and pain that followed, but fortunately, I didn't feel anything-I wasn't hurt at all! So I turned my attention back to the lady I just saw. Obviously, at the critical moment, she was probably paralyzed with fear. Now she is lying on the road ten feet away from my car. I immediately got off the bus and rushed to her, but when I got close to her, I felt a chill because her body was covered with lacerations!

I came to her side, her wound had penetrated into the bone, and blood splashed out from the torn wound like a fountain. I fought back the feeling of being anxious to vomit and knelt down beside her. She raised a hand weakly, and I quickly grasped it.

"Oh, my God! Miss, what the hell happened? 」

"He ..." Her mouth seemed to say the word, but no sound was made. Her throat was cut.

I forced myself to examine her torn body, and her lower body was simply terrible. I was almost suffocated by fear. Most of her belly was torn out of her torn body-just like her belly was bitten by a great white shark-and all her internal organs burst out and flowed into the road.

My hands and arms are now covered with thick and slippery blood, and the air is full of the stench from her internal organs, which makes me almost suffocate. Just when I was thinking that the situation should not be worse than the nightmare scene in front of me, I heard a terrible scream piercing the silent night sky. I turned and walked in the direction of screaming, and found a latest convertible overturned fifty feet away.

In the moonlight, I saw a huge animal jump into a convertible with the door open. At first I thought it was an oversized black Newfoundland (a big dog), but I immediately found that it was at least twice as big as a Newfoundland and was still trapped in the car while driving. He screamed again when I saw the animals come in. I saw him screaming and waving his hands, hoping to drive away the monster in front of me. Suddenly,

I quickly took out my Bei Leita automatic pistol from the glove box of my Cobra sports car and ran to the convertible. When I was about fifteen feet away from the car, I stopped and took aim at the monster. As a result, after a gunshot, the monster turned around and stared at me. Its eyes are as red as purgatory, as if blood oozes from its pupils, and its yellow fangs look as fierce as saber-toothed tigers.

The monster uttered a strange cry. "Ho ~ ~ ~ ~ ~~~~~(kuoon)" It screamed, and my whole body stood on end.

"Calm down," I told myself. "You have a gun, but it doesn't. Chances are, it doesn't even know what a gun is. In fact (in fact, adverb), you, chris redfield, are the people who have the power of life and death here. 」

Then the monster jumped out of the car and rushed at me. Its pace is like an ominous omen. I hope not.

In a blink of an eye, this creepy monster is only two steps away from me, and I can even smell its rancid smell, just like the smell of decay itself.

It smells like death.

It's time to take it seriously. I held a gun in both hands, took a deep breath, and then shot all the bullets at the monster's head.

There's nothing wrong with it. There is no blood gushing, and there is no broken flesh, just like I just threw it with popcorn. I mean, I'm sure I didn't miss it, at least not at this close distance, but there wasn't even a bullet hole in its head. Damn it, this monster didn't say a word. Where did this come from?

I had shot all the bullets and was about to run back to the car when it suddenly lost interest in me. First let out a long whistle, and then disappeared into the dark Woods as quickly as an ear. For a while, I was too scared to move at all. I just stood there shivering and my shirt was soaked with cold sweat. Finally, I took a deep breath and finally calmed down, reloaded my pistol and approached the convertible carefully.

There is no doubt that the driver is dead, and his torn body is just like the lady lying on the road just now. His left face has disappeared, and the rest of his eyeball has fallen out of the smashed eye socket, leaving only a small piece of muscle tissue attached to it. Silver moonlight fell directly on his cracked skull, making his pink brain shine. As for the rest of his body, it looks like he just took it out of the meat grinder.

I've seen a lot of dead people recently. If you count the two who just died in front of my eyes, there are already five. The earliest case of cruelty occurred six months ago, that is, from then on, I began to be sent to investigate these bizarre atrocities.

In fact, the word "weird" may not be enough to describe half the horror of these killings. I believe that there must be some evil activities in the local area, which is far beyond the power of the "human" murderer. I spend more than 18 hours every day investigating these events, hoping to find the answer, but so far the only thing I get is to be criticized by the media. They have always insisted that the police are indifferent to these cases. I think when you.

I went back to the car and reported the situation here to the headquarters by radio. Because I can't just leave the murder scene that may be destroyed at any time and drive away, I have to stay where I am until I hear the siren approaching, and then I start the car and continue my trip to Victory Lake. However, now I can't keep the appointment on time.

to be continued ...

The original is too long. You can read the rest of the chapters by yourself.

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