novelcrest Chapter 442 Qualifications
Chapter 442 Qualifications
Chapter 442 Qualifications
Late at night.
There are always people who sleep late, and a figure stands by the huge French window, outside the window is the city under heavy rain.
From a man's point of view, almost the whole city is under his feet.
Holding a black coffee cup, the liquid inside has a metallic luster, and the faint water vapor exudes a strong smell.
Take a sip, the silver-inlaid cup spoon makes a crisp collision sound when it comes into contact with the cup.
It was like ringing a bell in memory.
His eyes still stayed outside the window.
But his thoughts returned to a few hours ago.
In the slightly crude parking lot, there was a man in a lead gray suit as thick as a sword.
An Xuan had never felt such a strong oppressive force, so strong that he even had the illusion that he didn't dare to disobey, even if he faced the old guys in the confession room, that was all.
There was more than one person in the confessional.
There is still the dark depths.
Although he couldn't see it, he could clearly feel those projected, sharp gazes, as if they were going to cut him apart.
Clearly, look at him seriously.
Gong Zhe.
It was the man who told him his name.
He doesn't know whether it's true or not, and he doesn't really care much about it. All he cares about is Crimson and the truth hidden under the black water of Crimson.
This man named Gong Zhe didn't speak clearly, as if he was worried about causing unnecessary trouble to himself.
But An Xuan instinctively didn't feel like it.
The pair of eyes that appeared in the rearview mirror didn't look like those of a person who would worry about trouble.
In the brief exchange between the two, the other party mentioned the shelter.
He had just been there a few days ago.
Go there to see the companions who once fought side by side with themselves, but are now eroded and can barely survive.
He didn't know the exact number of how many corrupted companions there were in the shelter.
But he knows that there are a total of 13 supervision areas.
The people placed inside are gradually being corroded.
Zone 1 is the least severe.
The 13th district is the strongest.
After the 9th district, people are no longer allowed to visit.
As for District 13.
Privately, everyone was rumoring that it was a hell-like scene, and that those who entered there would not be forgiven by God for their mistakes even after death.
They represent the ultimate evil.
Until now, no one has been able to determine the exact location of Area 13. Some people say it is in the deepest underground of the asylum.
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 are 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 only after meeting Gong Zhe did he think it through.
It's not all Crimson's handwriting, but some of it comes from herself.
No.
It's the night watchman.
In order to fight against Crimson and all kinds of nightmares, the night watchman secretly reformed his companions.
In their completely unconscious state, cut off their hands and let them sign a contract with the devil in an attempt to control the power behind the door.
To fight the devil, become the devil.
This is the means.
After all, they, as the self-proclaimed righteous party, eradicating Crimson, their followers, and some murderers who committed crimes in the nightmare are only one of their goals.
Since the establishment of the Night's Watch, there is only one goal, and that is to end the nightmare.
End the nightmare's encroachment on the world.
Over the years, the most talented and talented predecessors of the Night Watch have lived and died for this purpose.
If all the photos of each of them were found, it would be enough to cover the floor of the conference room.
He is not afraid of death.
He believed his fellow Night's Watch companions were not afraid either.
But what they are afraid of is being deceived.
And betrayal after being cheated and losing value.
After sorting out Gong Zhe's words, An Xuan extracted some information from them.
First, quite a few of the companions in the shelter were not killed by Crimson as claimed to the outside world, they were just products of failed transformation.
Not everyone has the ability to bear the curse brought by the door.
Only a small number of them are qualified.
Many people had a nervous breakdown the moment they signed the contract, and were finally backlashed by the power behind the door. Of course, to be precise, it was called erosion.
He asked about the ratio, but after a few seconds of silence, Gong Zhe said he didn't know.
Very reluctant to shirk.
An Xuan noticed that while saying that he didn't know, the other party's face was gloomy like a piece of iron.
It seems that this ratio is quite scary.
Lucky ones like him are a few of the few.
Second, surviving temporarily only means being initially accepted by the door.
This is just a qualification.
This was difficult for him to understand at first, but Gong Zhe explained that this can be regarded as a two-way choice.
Just like a blind date.
But in this choice, the position of the door is obviously higher.
After you voluntarily sign the contract, everything that follows will 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 a little bit. The only way to delay the outbreak of the curse is to devour new doors, but again, the curse will be further deepened.
It's a lot like an addict.
Thirdly, if the new door is not seized, resulting in the curse becoming unbearable in the end, causing the curse to erupt, then the disciples who signed the contract will face an extremely dire consequence.
Completely corroded by the power behind the door.
Reduced to a walking dead.
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."
"Erosion to the world we live in."
The morning sun shines down.
Beside the pillow, only myself is left.
Get dressed and go downstairs.
Light streams in through the windows, and a pleasant smell floats in the air.
A pretty figure was sitting on the sofa, with several paper bags in front of them, the tops of which were soaked with oil.
"Morning." Lin Wan'er said.
Jiang Cheng couldn't help raising his eyebrows.
Seemingly seeing through Jiang Cheng's thoughts, Lin Wan'er put one hand on her chin and lazily explained: "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 didn't go directly to his hotel to pick up 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 went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, then walked back, opened the paper bag, and skillfully picked out Lin Wan'er's share first.
Then he looked at a few tea eggs, rolled up his sleeves again, peeled them off, and gently placed them in front of the other party.
After that, it's your share.
Lin Wan'er just looked at him so quietly, with her slender fingers resting on her ears, and a good-looking brilliance appeared in her eyes.
(End of this chapter)