Nightmare Attack

Chapter 342 Repentance
A voice came from outside the door, "Are you okay? It was you just now." It was the guard, his voice was a little puzzled, and even more worried.

Everyone who comes here to visit will not be emotionally stable when they leave, and the guards are already used to it.

After all, this is a sanatorium in name, but it is actually a prison.

Moreover, most of the detainees were former elites of the Executive Department.

Young people who have a bright future.

Those who are locked up here will never have the chance to live in the sun again for the rest of their lives.

Regardless of performance.

Their family members are not allowed to visit them, and only former teammates are allowed to visit them.

When the young man asked to come to the bathroom, he knew that the other party just wanted to find a quiet place to calm down.

So he brought it here.

It is relatively remote here, and few people come here.

"Sir." He said in a soothing tone, "Can I do anything for you?"

The sound of rushing water came from inside, and the sound of water covered everything. The guard seemed to have heard some strange sound, but he was not sure.

When the sound of the water stopped, An Xuan came out shaking his hands. The hair on his forehead was wet by the water and stuck to his face, and water droplets kept rolling down his face.

"It's okay." He said in an apologetic tone, "I lost my temper, sorry."

Hearing what An Xuan said, the young guard was flattered and terrified, "Sir, don't say that, this is my duty."

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 are young, and they have an air of arrogance.

Or it was cold and terrifying, not saying a word along the way, and occasionally glanced at people, with sharp eyes that seemed to dig out the other person's heart.

But the person in front of him was different. He was gentle and gentle, and the guards even wondered how a person like him survived among those monsters in the executive department.

"Here we are." An Xuan said softly.

Only then did the guard come to his senses. He drove the internal through-vehicle and sent An Xuan to the gate, and then sent An Xuan to the gate post.

The rest of the guards are there to check.

After the check is correct, you can change back to your clothes and leave.

Staring at An Xuan who had changed back into his clothes, the guard's eyes could not help but flash. He was wearing a long black windbreaker, pure black pants, and black leather shoes.

The cuffs and neckline of the windbreaker are embroidered with gold thread, which looks very eye-catching in the sun.

At this moment, the guard realized that this man was not as weak as he imagined. He stood there with a straight body, like a battle flag standing on the ground.

A gust of wind blew up the hem of the windbreaker, revealing the gorgeous ukiyo-e inside the windbreaker lining.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

He shouldn't have been able to see clearly at such a distance, but at this moment, he did it.

It depicts a city that has fallen into eternal night. The man is wearing a black windbreaker and stands on the top of the tallest building in the city. Under his feet are countless evil spirits climbing up.

"I watch in the dark night, hoping that more people will sing the dawn."

--Night watchman
"Da da da."

In the deep corridor, leather shoes stepped on the ground, making a crisp sound.

At the end of the corridor was a dark door.

There are old handles embedded on the door, which are covered with the rough feeling of time. It seems that if you touch it, you can absorb a few traces of time.

Standing in front of the door, An Xuan adjusted his breathing.

There are very few people who are qualified to walk to this door.

He barely counts as one.

Most of those who are qualified to open this door are already dead, and portraits hang on both sides of the deep corridor he walked through.

Watching everyone who comes here.

"crunch-"

The door opened inward, and under the mottled scene, it was a face that could not be seen clearly.

The man was sitting on the innermost sofa, and 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 without warning.

A deadly atmosphere surrounded An Xuan, as if there was something like coercion, which made him suffocate.

"Number A00131." An Xuan said.

It was the first time he hated silence so much, it felt like a bottomless quagmire to him.

It's also his first time here.

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

"One year ago, my team was ordered to participate in a mission, codenamed Yingwei. Because of an intelligence error, they suffered a premeditated snipe attack by Crimson during the mission. Operation commissioners A1, B00137, B02497, B03214 died, and B04008 survived. But was judged to be eroded, at present.”

"where were you?"

"Because the intelligence judged that the other party was only a follower of Crimson, I was asked to stay in charge of mission guarantee and did not enter with the team."

"So... that's why you've been secretly investigating the Yingwei incident?" There was some fluctuation in the hoarse tone, and An Xuan felt that the suppressive force became stronger.

An Xuan gritted his teeth, "Yes."

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

"Yes."

"Consequences of investigating a top-secret incident that you should not have meddled without authorization"

"I know." An Xuan raised his head abruptly, and interrupted: "You asked me to come here, you shouldn't just say these things."

The atmosphere fell into silence again.

After a while—

The hoarse voice continued, "This is the night watchman's underground confessional, where sinners redeem their sins. Are you innocent?"

An Xuan's face changed slightly.

"The person you are looking for is outside the door." The man continued, without any impatience in his tone, like a tired old man who was dying.

"He doesn't deserve to come here, no one can forgive his sins." He paused, "Nor 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 as he walked out.

Inside was only a sealed envelope with the Night's Watch logo on it.

He looked while walking, and when he reached the last door he came in, he let out a long breath, put away the envelope, and put a corner of the envelope on the candlestick beside him.

As the flames flickered, the envelope in his hand was reduced to ashes.

"No. 4?" He turned around and stared at the deep corridor. He didn't know where the wind came from, and the faint candlelight occasionally jumped twice.

One portrait after another hangs on the walls on both sides.

But at this moment, these portraits seem to have come to life. They have ferocious faces, some have veins all over their faces, some have bulging muscles, they are as strong as bulls, some have disheveled hair, their eyes are bright red, and blood is constantly dripping from the corners of their eyes
But what really attracted An Xuan's attention was their hands.

To be precise, it was the door that loomed in their hands.

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