Nightmare Attack

Chapter 530 Gold Plate

Chapter 530 Gold Plate

Hearing the change in the young man's eyes, "Mr. Gong, it's not necessary, you should be clear about your physical condition, if something goes wrong."

He has always been in charge of conditioning Gong Zhe's body, and his tyrannical ability represents a deeper level of erosion.

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

Swallowing the door represented by ordinary white paper is useless to him, unless it is the door represented by the red blood deed, which has been completely eroded.

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

And something like this is unavoidable.

In addition, what he was more worried about was 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 worried about was meeting the same door.

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 weird.

If you encounter such a door during the investigation, it is very likely that it is the result of endless death. After all, in the weirdness, there is no such thing as the same kind, they are all food.

Despair swallows more despair, making them stronger.

But after thinking of this, the young man couldn't help shaking his head. He was really dazzled by the situation outside. How could it be so easy to obtain the Weird Gate? Besides, how could it appear in such a obedient fat man.

There are not many guys who can afford the strange door are still alive, and most of them were lost in the war 20 years ago.

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

5 minutes.

Maybe not even 5 minutes.

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

"Take care of him." Before leaving the stone house in the forest, Gong Zhe said calmly.

The gray-robed old man guarding the outermost room curled his lips, then withdrew his hand and scratched his messy hair. Accompanied by his movements, there was a rattling sound.

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

Different from the old man's old attire, the handcuffs are very clean, and even the shadow of a person can be reflected on them.

Putting on the handcuffs, the old man bared his teeth, 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.

devil.

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

The siege is not an end, but a means. In the end, those two hateful guys must be caught.

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

The young man left immediately.

But the young man never expected that since Gong Zhe entered the office, he didn't take a step, 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 blood red, his nasal cavity, and the corners of his mouth were constantly bleeding. His heavy breathing sounded like a ferocious beast rather than a human.

His palms were clenched and loosened uncontrollably, and the dripping blood was like extremely corrosive acid, burning holes in the expensive solid wood floor.

door.

That fat man actually has a door in his body!

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

If he hadn't exhausted 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 the degree of his erosion.

Even later, it might be corroded by the door in the body on the spot, and the consequences of his being completely corroded... would be absolutely disastrous.

He moved his steps with difficulty, step by step, towards his desk.

He opened the bottom drawer, and there was a hidden compartment for fingerprint unlocking in the drawer. After the unlocking was successful, a mechanical sound sounded, and a moment later, a gold clock appeared in front of his eyes.

No, it's not a clock, because no clock would show 13 on the scale.

After the 12 end points, there was actually one more.

The scale is dotted with enamel-like patterns, 13 patterns, each different, like a badge, which looks weird, mysterious, and gorgeous.

Just made it look like a clock dial.

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

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

There is no composition or modification of the picture. It can be seen that the only thing the photographer asks for is truth.

Because the people in the photos are all dead, and the death looks terrible.

The people on it were all killed by him and the night watchmen, number 10 in Crimson.

There are 13 official members of Crimson, and they have successfully killed some of them, but they only have doubts about No. 10.

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

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

why?

The deep red of iron, the number 10 of running water?

No, he understood Crimson, they would not do such meaningless things, although it was rumored outside that they were lunatics without reason and emotion.

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

The moment the two doors came into contact, Gong Zhe recognized the door, which 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 of 10 returned to its original position, the golden clock dial was put back into the shadow box, and Gong Zhe fell backward on the seat.

　Four more end

(End of this chapter)