Nightmare Attack

Hearing this, the young man's eyes changed, "Mr. Gong, it's not necessary. You should know your physical condition yourself. If something goes wrong,"

He has always been responsible for conditioning Gong Zhe's body, and his tyrannical ability represents deeper erosion.

To put it bluntly, he was only one step away from being completely eroded.

It is no longer useful to him to swallow the door represented by ordinary white paper, unless it is the door represented by the red blood contract that has been completely eroded.

Only with that level of curse can one fight fire with fire.

And something like this is hard to come by.

In addition, he was more worried about accidents during the investigation. If the fat man was just an ordinary person, or even an ordinary disciple, then it would not be a big problem.

Because such a door cannot resonate with the door in Mr. Gong Zhe's body at all.

What he is worried about is meeting someone who belongs to the same family.

The thing behind Mr. Gong Zhe's door is an existence that cannot be deduced by common sense. It is a guy from another dimension that is above ghosts.

They call it spooky.

If you encounter such a door during your exploration, it will most likely be the result of a fight to the death. After all, in weirdness, there is no such thing as "similar", they are all food.

Despair swallows more despair, making them stronger.

But after thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but shake his head. He was really overwhelmed by the situation outside. How could it be so easy to obtain the strange door? Besides, how could it appear in the body of such a submissive fat man.

There are not many people who can afford the Strange Gate who are still alive now. Most of them were lost in the war 20 years ago.

The stone door closed, Gong Zhe's arm turned strangely black, and then he grabbed the fat man's heart.

5 minutes.

Maybe not even 5 minutes.

The stone door opened from the inside. The moment he saw Gong Zhe, the young man breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that everything was going well, and he was worried too much after all.

"Keep an eye on him." Gong Zhe said calmly before leaving the stone house in the forest.

The old man in gray robe who was guarding the outermost room curled his lips, then took out his hand and scratched his messy hair. Along with his movements, there was a splashing sound.

Under the loose gray robe is a pair of handcuffs, which are connected to iron chains and finally fixed to the stone wall behind him.

Different from the old man's old clothes, the handcuffs are very clean, and the human figure can even be reflected on them.

Handcuffed, the old man grinned, his face was covered with bloody scars, and his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

It's more like a ghost than a human being.

Evil ghost.

"Mr. Gong." Standing in front of Gong Zhe's office, the young man asked: "When do you think we will start a thorough inspection of the villa?"

The siege is not the purpose, it is just a means. In the end, we still have to catch those two hateful guys.

"You should be solely responsible for this matter. The impact should not be too great." After leaving this sentence, the office door was closed.

The young man then left.

But the young man would never have expected that Gong Zhe had not taken a step since he entered the office, but just stopped behind the door.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but his physical condition no longer allows it.

Veins appeared on his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, and blood was constantly flowing out of his nose and mouth. His heavy breathing sounded not like a human being, but like a ferocious beast.

His palms clenched and unclenched uncontrollably, and the blood dripping down was like highly corrosive acid, burning holes into the expensive solid wood floor.

Door.

There really is a door inside that fat man's body!

After he realized this, it was already too late. It was the same smell as the door in his body, like the breath of blood.

If he hadn't used his last strength to withdraw,

The blood in his body seemed to be burning, and his body seemed to be torn apart by the door in his body, although he knew that all this was just a feeling.

But this contact greatly accelerated his erosion.

Even later, it may be eroded by the door in the body on the spot, and the consequences of his being completely eroded will be absolutely catastrophic.

He moved with difficulty, one step at a time, towards his desk.

Opening the bottom drawer, there was a secret compartment for fingerprint unlocking. As the unlocking was successful, a mechanical sound sounded, and a moment later, a gold clock appeared in front of him.

No, it's not a clock, because no clock would show tick 13.

After the 12th finish line, there was actually one more person.

The scales are dotted with enamel-like patterns, 13 patterns, each different, like a badge, looking weird, mysterious, and gorgeous.

It's just made to look like a clock dial.

Gong Zhe stretched out his hand and pressed a position on the gold dial. Then the scale representing 10 popped open, and there was actually a smaller hidden grid hidden inside.

With trembling hands, he took out the only thing from the hidden compartment, which were a few unclear one-inch photos, all taken close to the face.

There is no composition or modification to the picture. It is obvious that the only thing the photographer wants is authenticity.

Because the people in the photos are all dead, and their deaths are tragic.

The people here are all the people he has killed, as well as the people killed by the Night Watch, No. 10 in Crimson.

There are a total of 13 official members of Crimson. They have successfully killed some of them, but they are always suspicious of number 10 among them.

Because they had successfully hunted No. 10 more than once, and together they had killed no less than seven or eight No. 10s.

But each time, their insider in Crimson confirmed that No. 10 was still alive.

Why?

The iron-clad crimson, the flowing No. 10?

No, he knew Crimson. They would not do such meaningless things, even though it was said outside that they were lunatics without reason or emotion.

But today he finally understood that it turned out that No. 10 did not stay inside Crimson at all, but left quietly.

The moment the two doors came into contact, Gong Zhe recognized that this door was the same as the one 20 years ago.

After struggling to unbutton his clothes, Gong Zhe took out a photo of the fat man in the interrogation room from his coat pocket and stuffed it into the secret compartment.

With a crisp click, the scale 10 returned to its original position, the golden clock dial was put back into the secret box, and Gong Zhe fell back on his seat.