Chapter 442 Qualifications
It’s late at night.
There are always people who go to bed late. A figure stands by the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Outside the window is the city under the heavy rain.
From a man's perspective, almost the entire city is at his feet.
Holding a black coffee cup, the liquid inside glowed with a metallic luster, and the faint water vapor was dense, exuding a rich flavor.
Take a sip and the silver-embedded spoon comes into contact with the cup, making a crisp collision sound.
It’s like ringing a bell in memory.
His eyes still stayed outside the window.
But my thoughts returned to a few hours ago.
In the slightly crude parking lot, there was also a man in a lead-gray suit, as thick as a sword.
An Xuan has never felt such strong pressure, so strong that he even had the illusion that he did not dare to disobey, even when facing a few old guys in the confession room.
There is more than one person in the confessional.
There is still something in the dark depths.
Although he couldn't see, he could clearly feel the sharp sights coming from him, as if they were trying to cut him open.
Look at him clearly and seriously.
Gong Zhe.
It was the name the man told him.
He doesn't know whether it's true or not, and actually he doesn't care much. All he cares about is crimson and the truth hidden under the dark water of crimson.
The man named Gong Zhe didn't speak clearly. He looked like he was worried about causing unnecessary trouble to himself.
But An Xuan instinctively felt that it didn't look like it.
The eyes that appeared in the rearview mirror didn't look like those of someone who was worried about trouble.
During the brief exchange between the two, the other party mentioned the shelter.
He just visited a few days ago.
Go there to visit your companions who once fought alongside you, but are now being eroded and can only barely survive.
He didn't know the exact number of how many corrupted companions there were in the shelter.
But he knew that there were 13 regulatory areas in total.
The people placed inside are gradually being eroded.
Zone 1 is the least severe.
District 13 is the strongest.
No one is allowed to visit after District 9.
As for District 13.
Privately, everyone is rumored that it is a hell-like scene. God will not forgive the mistakes committed by those who enter there, even after death.
They represent the ultimate evil.
Until now, no one has been able to determine the exact location of Area 13. Some say it is in the deepest underground of the shelter.
Some people say that there is no such thing as Area 13, it is just a legend.
"Why are there so many night watchmen who have been eroded and out of control?" Gong Zhe paused, "Have you ever thought about this problem?"
Gong Zhe's words echoed in his ears, and An Xuan's vision gradually blurred. .
Of course I have.
But I only figured it out after meeting Gong Zhe.
Not all of this is Crimson’s handwriting, and part of it comes from myself.
No.
It is the night watchman.
In order to fight against the Crimson and all the nightmares, the Night Watchmen secretly transformed their companions.
In their completely unconscious state, cut off their hands and let them sign a contract with the devil in an attempt to control the power behind the door.
If you want to fight the devil, you have to become a devil.
This is the means.
After all, as a self-proclaimed righteous party, eradicating Crimson, their followers, and some of the murderers who committed crimes in nightmares is just one of their goals.
When the Night Watch was founded, it had only one goal, and that was to end the nightmare.
End the nightmare infestation of this world.
For many years, countless talented and talented seniors among the Night Watchmen have lived and died for this purpose.
If we found photos of each of them, they could cover the floor of the conference room.
He is not afraid of death.
He believed that his fellow Night Watchmen were not afraid either.
But what they fear is being deceived.
And betrayal after being deceived and losing value.
After sorting out Gong Zhe's words, An Xuan extracted some information from them.
First, a considerable number of companions in the shelter were not harmed by Crimson as claimed externally. They were just the products of failed transformation.
Not everyone has the ability to withstand the curse brought by the door.
Only a small number of them are qualified.
Many people have a mental breakdown the moment they sign a contract, and are eventually counterattacked by the power behind the door. Of course, to be precise, it is called erosion.
He asked about the ratio, but Gong Zhe was silent for a few seconds and said he didn't know.
A very careless excuse.
An Xuan noticed that when he said he didn't know, the other person's face was as gloomy as a piece of iron.
It seems that this ratio is quite scary.
Lucky people like him are the few among the few.
Second, surviving for the time being only means being initially accepted by the sect.
This is just a qualification.
This was difficult for him to understand at first, but Gong Zhe explained that this can be seen as a two-way choice.
It’s like a blind date.
But in this choice, the door obviously occupies a higher status.
After you take the initiative to sign the contract, everything that follows must be controlled by the door.
You can borrow the power behind the door, but at the same time, you have to bear the curse behind the door.
The curse cannot be lifted, it will only deepen little by little. The only way to delay the outbreak of the curse is to swallow new doors, but this will also deepen the curse further.
This is very similar to drug addicts.
Third, if the new door is not captured and the curse finally breaks out, the disciples who signed the contract will face extremely terrible consequences.
Completely eroded by the power behind the door.
Reduced into a walking corpse.
When he said this, Gong Zhe's tone changed subtly, and An Xuan suddenly had an ominous premonition.
“They will completely lose their minds.” Gong Zhe said slowly: “It will become a walking door.”
“It will erode the world we live in.”
The morning sun shines down.
Beside the pillow, I was the only one left.
Get dressed and go downstairs.
The light shines in along the window, and a good smell floats in the air.
A handsome figure was sitting on the sofa, with several paper bags in front of her. The paper bags were soaked with oil stains.
"Morning." Lin Wan'er said.
Jiang Cheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Seemingly knowing what Jiang Cheng was thinking, Lin Wan'er put a hand on her chin and explained lazily: "Pi Ruan is sick."
Then after, Jiang Cheng looked like After thinking about something, he nodded and sat down.
Because Pi Ruan was ill, Lin Waner did not go directly to his hotel to pick up breakfast, although the secretary who answered the phone politely said that breakfast was ready.
My boss is a shameless person.
In this regard, Jiang Cheng felt that the two were very similar.
He went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, then walked back, opened the paper bag, and skillfully picked out Lin Wan'er's portion first.
Then he looked at a few tea eggs, rolled up his sleeves, peeled them off, and gently placed them in front of the other party.
After that, it’s your own share.
Lin Wan'er just looked at him quietly, her slender fingers resting on her ears, and a beautiful light appeared in her eyes. (End of this chapter)