Chapter 625 Orphanage

For Luo He, he is qualified to know many secrets, whether it is in the Crimson or the Night Watch.

After all, the two are of the same origin.

But in many cases, he will choose to forget that past.

The members of the Crimson are selected from the 13 families founded by the Night Watch. After they just showed their talents, they were taken away from their families and went to live in a strange place.

There, they are not allowed to mention their past, family, or even their names.

The fresh faces are crowned with cold numbers, from 1 to 13, and each strange number represents a person.

It is a cold place without any emotions. 13 children gather together to train, study, and hone day after day.

A large four-story building carries all the growth of these children.

There is also a yard surrounded by a wall outside. Only when the weather is good and the performance is good, it is possible to walk in the yard.

The building is lead gray, and the surprisingly high wall is also like the face of an old man who has been dead for an unknown period of time.

They thought they were the only children here, until one day, the door at the end of the corridor opened.

It was an iron door that looked full of stories. The old door hinges made a harsh friction sound. As it opened, the first thing that fell out was the dust.

It was like a dusty box full of stories.

A pair of curious eyes opened wide and stared at the scene behind the iron door. The space there was not big, it was a room like a confinement room.

There were no windows, only a hanging incandescent lamp.

A child about their age was tied to a special iron bed. The iron bed was raised at a weird angle, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The child was full of countless tubes, and there were all kinds of instruments next to him, with colorful lights on the instruments.

As if sensing their sight, the child slowly turned his head and revealed a pair of eyes from the gap of the restraints that fixed his head.

At the moment when their sights met, these watching children suddenly had a feeling they had never had before.

They seemed to be on the edge of a cliff, lowering their heads and staring into the abyss.

This was their first meeting, and it ended in a very strange, even terrifying atmosphere. Several younger children fainted directly.

It was a long time later that they learned that the child was called Zero.

He came earlier than them.

And the place where they were, this small area enclosed by a towering wall, was an orphanage.

Within the Night Watch, this is also a forbidden area. They call it District 13.

A shelter center directly under the Night Watch headquarters.

It was also here that they were forged into the sharpest and most loyal sword in the Night Watch organization.

"I watch in the dark night, hoping that more people will sing praises to the dawn." Pi Ruan stared at the flickering candlelight and murmured.

"Enough!" Luo He scolded. He had always shown a calm face and rarely lost his composure like this. He didn't like this sentence.

Because it would remind him of the past.

"Don't worry, I won't say anything." Rubbing his face, Pi Ruan put on that sly smile again, squinting his eyes and looking at Luo He with a cold face, "No. 3, you are not here to reminisce, tell me, what did you find?"

"Liu Quezi is the former Dongyang disciple, Yamamoto Ancestor." Luo He said: "I found Yoko and sneaked into her dream."

"In her subconscious, there is also a vague sense of familiarity with Liu Quezi, and" he paused, "I also found something very interesting."

"Tell me about it." Pi Ruan became interested.

"Do you remember the child in Yoko's arms?" Luo He asked meaningfully.

Pi Ruan frowned.

The next second, Luo He whispered: "Her child died two years ago. At that time, the influence of the Dongyang people was still there. They gathered together and held a ceremony for the child."

As he said that, Luo He opened the book and took out a clipped photo from it. The photo was full of age and the corners were yellowed.

There was a group of Japanese people wearing traditional costumes. The men were carrying knives, and the women were leaning forward slightly, kneeling on both sides respectfully.

From the scene, the Japanese who came were all of status, and among these Japanese of status, there was a person standing facing the other side.

Because of the angle, his face could not be seen.

But it was definitely a man.

The man was holding a child in his arms. His clothes were strange and gorgeous, and his long skirt was dragging on the ground. People naturally left a circle around him.

Even those arrogant Japanese men subconsciously lowered their heads to show respect when facing him.

"It's the high priest." Pi Ruan took the photo, and the strange and solemn scene on it immediately reminded him of this.

In a position close to the priest, there was also a woman's side face kneeling on the ground.

Staring at the photo, Pi Ruan said in a deep voice after identification: "It's Yoko."

In this way, the child held in the arms of the high priest, wrapped in white cloth, should be Yoko's child.

Her child is dead.

"Take another look at this one." Luo He took out another photo without hesitation.

It can be seen that the scene is similar, and it should have been taken on that day, but compared with the solemn and old-fashioned atmosphere before, the atmosphere at this time is much better.

His eyes slowly swept across the photo, and suddenly, Pi Ruan's eyes paused, as if some incredible guess in his heart was confirmed, "It's really like this"

The child who was originally held in his arms now followed the high priest closely. The two held hands and walked at the same time, walking onto a built platform.

It is not clear whether it is related to the light or some other reason, the child looks very dark, like a shadow.

The surrounding Japanese people, both men and women, are more respectful than before, and some even kneel on the ground with their heads on the ground, looking pious as if they are celebrating the new king's accession to the throne.

The scene on the platform is very blurry, as if separated by a layer of fog, but if you look closely, you can still see a little through the fog.

It is a tall figure, much taller than a normal person, with a thicker body and limbs, standing upright in the fog, motionless, and the scene is very strange.

At this time, Pi Ruan has guessed what is on the platform

It was a straw man.

A huge straw man that they had never seen before.

"This is a ritual." Pi Ruan put down the photo and said with certainty: "The child was dead before the ritual began, but after the ritual, he came back to life."

"Huh——" Luo He shook his head, staring at the candlelight in front of him with a strange look, and the flames in his eyes flickered, "More than that, this is not just a resurrection ritual, but a legacy."

"I checked the name of the child." Luo He tilted his head and said: "He is also called Yamamoto Ancestor."