Chapter 443 Qualifications

It was late at night.

There are always people who sleep late. A figure stood by the huge French window, and outside the window was a city under heavy rain.

From the man's perspective, almost the entire city was at his feet.

Holding a black coffee cup, the liquid inside had a metallic luster, and under the faint water vapor, it exuded a rich flavor.

Taking a sip, the silver-inlaid cup spoon touched the cup, making a crisp collision sound.

It was like ringing a bell in memory.

His sight still stayed outside the window.

But his thoughts went back a few hours ago.

In the slightly shabby parking lot, there was also the man in a lead-gray suit, as heavy as a sword.

An Xuan had never felt such a strong pressure, so strong that he even had the illusion that he dared not disobey, even when facing the old guys in the confessional.

There was more than one person in the confessional.

There was more in the depths of the dark.

Although he couldn't see, he could clearly feel the sharp gazes coming at him, as if they wanted to cut him open.

Clearly, carefully looking at him.

Gong Zhe.

It was the name the man told him.

He didn't know whether it was true or not, and in fact, he didn't care much. He only cared about the deep red and the truth hidden under the deep red black water.

The man named Gong Zhe didn't say it very clearly, and it seemed that he was worried about bringing unnecessary trouble to himself.

But An Xuan instinctively felt that it was not the case.

The eyes that appeared in the rearview mirror didn't look like those of a person who would worry about trouble.

In the brief exchange between the two, the other party mentioned the shelter.

He had just been there a few days ago.

He went there to visit his companions who had fought side by side with him, but were now eroded and could only survive.

He didn't know the exact number of eroded companions in the shelter.

But he knew that there were 13 supervision areas in total.

The degree of erosion of the people placed there gradually increased.

Area 1 was the least severe.

District 13 is the most severe.

No one is allowed to visit after District 9.

As for District 13.

Privately, everyone is saying that it is a hellish scene. Even after death, the gods will not forgive the mistakes made by those who enter there.

They represent the ultimate evil.

Until now, no one can determine the exact location of District 13. Some people say it is in the deepest underground of the shelter.

Some people say that there is no so-called District 13 at all, it is just a legend.

"Why are there so many corrupted and out-of-control Night Watchmen?" Gong Zhe paused, "Have you ever thought about this question?"

Gong Zhe's words echoed in his ears, and An Xuan's vision gradually blurred.

Of course I thought about it.

But only after meeting Gong Zhe did I think clearly.

This is not all the work of Crimson, and some of it comes from myself.

No.

It's the Night Watchmen.

In order to fight against Crimson and the nightmares, the Night Watchmen secretly transformed their companions.

In their completely unconscious state, they cut open their hands and made 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 a means.

After all, as the self-proclaimed righteous party, eradicating Crimson, their followers, and some criminals who committed crimes in nightmares is just one of their goals.

When the Night Watch was first established, there was only one goal, which was to end the nightmare.

To end the erosion of nightmares on this world.

For many years, countless talented predecessors in the Night Watch lived and died for this purpose.

If you find the photos of each of them, it will be enough to cover the floor of the conference room.

He is not afraid of death.

He believes that his companions who are also Night Watchmen are not afraid.

But they are afraid of being deceived.

And betrayal after being deceived and losing their value.

After sorting out Gong Zhe's words, An Xuan extracted several pieces of information from it.

First, a considerable number of companions in the shelter were not harmed by Crimson as claimed to the outside world. They were just the product of failed transformation.

Not everyone has the ability to bear the curse brought by the door.

Only a small number of people are qualified.

Many people have mental breakdowns the moment they sign the contract, and are finally backfired by the power behind the door. Of course, to be precise, it is called erosion.

He asked about this ratio, but Gong Zhe was silent for a few seconds and said he didn't know.

Very careless evasion.

An Xuan noticed that when he said he didn't know, the other party's face was as gloomy as a piece of iron.

It seems that this ratio is quite terrible.

Lucky people like him are a minority among the minority.

Second, surviving temporarily only means being initially accepted by the door.

This is just a qualification.

This was difficult for him to understand at first, but Gong Zhe explained that this can be regarded as a two-way choice.

It's similar to blind dating.

But in this choice, the door obviously occupies a higher position.

After you take the initiative to sign the contract, everything that follows will be controlled by the door.

You can borrow the power behind the door, but at the same time, you must also 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 devour new doors, but this will also further deepen the curse.

This is very similar to drug addicts.

Third, if the new door is not seized, and the curse cannot be borne in the end, causing the curse to break out, then the disciples who signed the contract will face an extremely terrible consequence.

Completely eroded by the power behind the door.

Become 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: "Become a walking door."

"Erosion of the world we live in."

The morning sun shone.

I was the only one left by the pillow.

Dressed and went downstairs.

The light shone in through the window, and a good smell floated in the air.

A beautiful figure sat on the sofa, with several paper bags in front of her, and the paper bags were soaked with oil stains.

"Morning." Lin Wan'er said.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Seemingly seeing through Jiang Cheng's thoughts, Lin Wan'er put one hand on her chin and lazily explained, "Pi Ruan is sick."

Then, Jiang Cheng seemed to have figured something out, nodded, and sat down.

Because Pi Ruan was sick, Lin Wan'er didn't go directly to his hotel to get breakfast, although the secretary who answered the phone said politely that breakfast was ready.

My boss is a man who cares about his reputation.

Jiang Cheng felt that the two were very similar in this respect.

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 clean, and gently placed them in front of the other person.

After that, it was his own portion.

Lin Wan'er just looked at him quietly, with her slender fingers on her ears, and a beautiful light appeared in her eyes.