Chapter 342 Confession
A voice came from outside the door, "Are you okay? It was you just now." It was the guard, and his voice was filled with doubts and even more worry.
Everyone who comes here to visit will not be in a very stable mood when they leave, and guards are used to it.
After all, this is a sanatorium in name only, but in reality it is a prison.
And most of the prisoners are former elites of the Executive Department.
Young people with great futures.
Those who are imprisoned here will never have the chance to return to the sunshine in their lifetime.
No matter how it behaves.
Their family members are not allowed to visit, and only former teammates can gain permission to visit them.
When the young man asked to come to the bathroom, he knew that the other person just wanted to find a quiet place to calm down.
So he brought it here.
This place is relatively remote and few people come here.
"Sir." He said in a comforting tone: "Do you need me to do anything for you?"
The sound of rushing water came from inside, and the sound of water covered everything. The guard He seemed to hear some strange noise, but he wasn't sure.
Until the sound of water stopped, An Xuan walked out waving his hands. The hair on his forehead was wet by the water and stuck to his face, with water droplets rolling down his face.
"It's okay." He said in an apologetic tone: "I lost my temper, I'm sorry."
Hearing what An Xuan said, the young guard was immediately flattered and frightened, "Sir, you must not That said, this is my responsibility."
To be honest, he didn't have a good impression of the people in the executive department.
In his eyes, most of the people there are young and have a defiant temperament.
Or he was cold and terrifying, not saying a word along the way, occasionally glancing at people, his eyes sharp as if he wanted to dig out the other person's heart.
But the man in front of him was different. He was gentle and friendly, and the guards even doubted how someone like him could survive among the monsters in the execution department.
"We're here." An Xuan said softly.
The guard came to his senses at this time. He drove An Xuan to the gate in the internal traffic vehicle, and then sent An Xuan to the gate post.
There are other guards there to check.
After checking that everything is correct, you can change back into your own clothes and leave.
The guard couldn't help but have a flash of light in his eyes as he stared at An Xuan who had changed back into his clothes. He was wearing a long black windbreaker, pure black trousers, and black leather shoes.
The windbreaker cuffs and collar are embroidered with gold threads, which look very eye-catching in the sun.
At this moment, the guard realized that this man was not as weak as he thought. He stood there with his body upright, like a battle flag standing on the ground.
A gust of wind blew up the hem of the windbreaker, revealing the lining of the windbreaker, a gorgeous ukiyo-e painting.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
From such a distance, he shouldn't have been able to see clearly, but at this moment, he just did it.
It depicts a city plunged into eternal night. A man in a black trench coat stands on the top of the highest building in the city, with countless evil ghosts climbing up at his feet.
“I watch in the dark night, hoping that more people will sing the praises of the dawn.”
——Night Watchman
“Da. Da. Da.”
In the deep corridor, leather shoes made a crisp sound on the ground.
At the end of the corridor is a dark door.
There is an old handle embedded in the door, which is full of the roughness of time. It seems that if you touch it, you can pick up a few traces of time.
Standing in front of the door, An Xuan adjusted his breathing.
There are very few people who are qualified to come to this door.
He barely counts as one.
Most of those who are qualified to open this door are dead, and their portraits hang on both sides of the deep corridor he walked through.
Look at everyone who comes here.
"Creak——"
The door opened inward, and what was reflected in the mottled light was a face whose face could not be seen clearly.
The man was sitting on the innermost sofa, and his whole figure seemed to be tucked in, with only one face exposed.
An Xuan no longer hesitated and walked in.
The door behind him closed again without warning.
A deathly atmosphere surrounded An Xuan, as if there was something like pressure that made him breathless.
"No. A00131." An Xuan said.
For the first time, he hated silence so much. This place felt like a bottomless quagmire to him.
This is also his first time here.
"Repeat it." A hoarse voice sounded, and An Xuan's heart trembled involuntarily, "The Yingwei Incident."
"A year ago, my team was ordered to participate in an Mission, operation codename Yingwei, they were encountered during the mission due to intelligence errors. Suffering a premeditated sniper attack from Crimson, Operation Specialists A00137, B02497, B03214, and B04008 died. B04149 survived, but was judged to have been eroded."
"Where were you at that time?"
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"Because the intelligence determined that the other party was just a follower of Crimson, I was asked to stay and be responsible for mission security, and did not enter with the team."
"So. This is why you have been secretly investigating the Yingwei incident. ?" The hoarse tone caused some fluctuations, and An Xuan felt that the suppressive force was stronger.
An Xuan gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."
"You should know the rules of the night watchman."
"Yes."
"The consequences of investigating a top-secret incident without authorization that you should not be involved in"
"I know." An Xuan suddenly raised his head and interrupted: "You asked me to come here, you should not just say these."
The atmosphere fell into silence again.
After a moment -
The hoarse voice continued, "This is the confessional room under the night watchman. It is the place where sinners atone for their sins. Are you not guilty?"
An Xuan's expression changed slightly.
"The person you are looking for is outside the door." The man continued, his tone was not impatient, like a tired and dying old man.
"He is not worthy to be here. No one can forgive his sins." He paused, "Not even God."
After bowing slightly to the man , An Xuan turned around and left. He saw a paper bag on the handle outside the door.
He took it off casually and slowly opened the paper bag while walking outside.
There was only a wax-sealed envelope with the Night's Watch logo printed on it.
Walking and looking, after reaching the last door, he took a long breath, put the envelope away, and then placed the corner of the envelope on the candlestick beside him.
With the flash of fire, the envelope in his hand turned into ashes.
"No. 4?" He turned around and stared at the deep corridor. I didn't know where the wind came from, and the faint candlelight jumped twice occasionally.
Portrait after portrait hangs on the walls on both sides.
At this moment, these portraits seem to have come alive. Their faces are ferocious, some have veins all over their faces, some have bulging muscles, as strong as a bull, and some have disheveled hair, bright red eyes, and blood dripping from the corners of their eyes
But what really attracted An Xuan's attention was their hands.
To be precise, it was the looming door in their hands.
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