Nightmare Attack

There was a voice outside the door, "Are you okay? It was you just now." It was the guard. His voice was filled with doubts and even more worry.

Everyone who comes here to visit will not be in a 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.

Moreover, most of the prisoners were former elite members of the Executive Department.

Young people with great futures.

The people imprisoned here will never have the chance to return to the sunshine in their lifetime.

Regardless of performance.

Their family members are not allowed to visit, and only former teammates are allowed 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?"

There was the sound of rushing water inside, covering everything up. The guard seemed to have heard some strange noise, but he was not sure.

When the sound of water stopped, An Xuan walked out waving his hands. The hair on his forehead was wetted 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 say that, 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 were young and had a defiant temperament.

Or he was so 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.

At this time, the guard came to his senses. 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 sleeves and collar of the windbreaker 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 keep watch in the dark night, hoping that more people will sing praises to 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 enough to walk through this door.

He barely counts as one.

Most of those who were qualified to open the door were dead, and their portraits hung on both sides of the deep corridor he walked through.

Watch everyone who comes here.

"Crunch——"

The door opened inward, and what was reflected in the mottled scenery was a face whose face could not be seen clearly.

The man was sitting on the innermost sofa, his whole body seemed to be nestled 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 unable to breathe.

"No. A00131." An Xuan said.

For the first time, he hated silence so much. This place felt like a bottomless quagmire to him.

It was also his first time here.

"Repeat it." A hoarse voice sounded, and An Xuan's heart trembled involuntarily, "Yingwei Incident."

"One year ago, my team was ordered to participate in a mission, the operation code was Yingwei. Due to intelligence errors, they suffered a premeditated sniper attack by Crimson during the mission. Operations specialists A00137, B02497, B03214, B04008 died, and B04149 survived. But it was judged to be eroded, currently.”

"where were you?"

"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 had some fluctuations, and An Xuan felt that the suppressive force was getting stronger.

An Xuan gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

"You should know the rules of the Night's Watch."

"yes."

"The consequences of investigating a top-secret matter that you should not be involved in without authorization."

"I know." An Xuan suddenly raised his head and interrupted: "When you asked me to come here, you should not just say this."

The atmosphere fell into silence again.

After a while——

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 not impatient, like a tired and dying old man.

"He doesn't deserve to be here. No one can forgive his sins." He paused, "Not even God."

After bowing slightly to the man, An Xuan turned 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.

He walked and looked around. When he reached 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.

As the firelight flashed, 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.

Pictures hang one after another on the walls on both sides.

At this moment, these portraits seemed to have come to life. Their faces were ferocious, some had veins all over their faces, some had bulging muscles like bulls, and some had 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.