Nightmare Attack

Late at night.

There are always people who go to bed late, and 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.

He was holding a black coffee cup. The liquid inside had 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 gaze remained outside the window.

But his thoughts returned to a few hours ago.

In that slightly shabby 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 darkness in the depths.

Although he couldn't see it, 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 didn't know whether it was true or not, and in fact, he didn't care much. All he cared about was crimson and the truth hidden under the dark water of crimson.

This man named Gong Zhe didn't speak clearly and 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 had just been there 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 housed inside were gradually exposed to increasing levels of erosion.

Zone 1 is the least severe.

District 13 is the strongest.

After Zone 9, no one is allowed to visit.

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 also say that there is no so-called District 13 at all, 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 thought about it.

But it was only after meeting Gong Zhe that I figured it out.

Not all of this is Crimson's handiwork, some of it comes from himself.

No.

It's the night watchman.

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

In their completely unconscious state, they cut their hands and asked them to 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 evil in the nightmare 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's infestation on this world.

Over the years, countless talented and talented seniors among the Night's Watch 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 the companions in the shelter were not harmed by Crimson as claimed to the outside world. 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.

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 terrible.

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 position.

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 a 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.

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: "It will become a walking door."

"Eroding the world we live in."

The morning sun shines down.

Next to the pillow, I was alone.

Get dressed and go downstairs.

Light shines through the window, and a pleasant smell floats in the air.

A handsome figure was sitting on the sofa, with several paper bags in front of her, which were soaked in 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."

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

Because Pi Ruan was ill, Lin Wan'er did not go directly to his hotel to get 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 first went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, then came 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 person's eyes.

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.