A voice came from outside the door, "Is it okay? It was you just now..." It was the guard. His voice was a little confused and even more worried.

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

After all... this is a sanitary center in name, but in fact it is a prison.

Moreover, most of the people who are detained are former elites from the Executive Department.

Those young people with great futures.

Those who are locked up here will never have the chance to return to the sun for their entire lives.

No matter how it performs.

Their family is not allowed to visit them, and only their former teammates can be granted permission to visit them.

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

So he brought it here.

It's relatively remote here and few people come.

"Sir." He said in a consoling tone: "Do you need me to do something for you?"

There was a rushing sound of water from inside, which covered everything. The guard seemed to have heard some strange sound, but he was not sure.

Until the sound of water stopped, An Xuan walked out with his hand shaking his hands. The hair on his forehead was wet with water and pressed against his face, and water droplets kept rolling down his face.

"It's okay." He said in a sorry tone: "I'm losing my composure, sorry."

When the young guard heard An Xuan say this, he immediately felt a little panicked and panicked, "Sir, don't say that, this is...it's my duty."

To be honest, he doesn't have a good impression of the people in the executive department.

In his eyes, most of the people there were very young and had a sense of being unpredictable.

Either it is so cold and terrible that he doesn't say a word along the way, and occasionally glances at someone, his eyes are as sharp as if he wants to dig out the other person's heart.

But the person in front of him was different. He was gentle and kind to others. The guards even doubted how a person like him survived among the monsters in the Executive Office.

"It's here." An Xuan said softly.

At this time, the guard came to his senses. He drove the internal traffic and sent An Xuan to the gate, and then sent An Xuan to the gate.

There are the remaining guards there to inspect.

After checking correctly, you can change your clothes and leave.

Staring at An Xuan who had changed back to his clothes, a light flashed in the guard's eyes, a long black windbreaker, pure black pants, and black leather shoes.

The windbreaker cuffs and necklines are embroidered with gold threads, which looks very eye-catching in the sun.

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

A gust of wind blows up the hem of the windbreaker, revealing the lining of the windbreaker, and the gorgeous Ukiyo-e painting.

His eyes shrank slightly.

He shouldn't have seen clearly at such a distance, but at this moment, he did it.

It is painted on it a city that is trapped in eternal night. A man in a black windbreaker stands on the top of the city's tallest building, and at his feet... are countless evil ghosts climbing upwards.

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

——Night Watcher

......

"Da.Da.Da."

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

At the end of the corridor is a pitch-black door.

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

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 counted one.

Most of the people who are qualified to open the door are dead, and the portraits are hanging on both sides of the deep corridor where he walked.

Watching everyone who comes here.

"Cruff-"

The door opened inward, and under the mottled scene, it reflected a face with an invisible face.

The man sat on the innermost sofa, and seemed to have been buried in, with only one face exposed.

An Xuan stopped hesitating and walked in.

The door behind him closed without warning.

The death-like atmosphere surrounded An Xuan, as if there was something like a pressure, which made him breathless.

"No. a00131." An Xuan said.

The first time he hated silence so much, it felt like a bottomless quagmire here.

It was his first time here.

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

"One year ago, my team was ordered to participate in a mission, the operation code name Yingwei. Due to intelligence errors, they suffered a premeditated sniper in the mission. Operations Commissioner a00137, b02497, b03214, b04008 died, b04149 survived, but was judged to be eroded, and currently..."

"where were you?"

"Because the intelligence determined that the other party was just a follower of Crimson Red, I was asked to stay and take charge of the mission support and did not enter with the team."

"So...this is why you have been secretly investigating the Yingwei incident?" The hoarse tone fluctuated, and An Xuan felt that the suppression was stronger.

An Xuan gritted his teeth, "Yes."

"You should be clear about the rules of the night watchman."

"yes."

"Unauthorized investigation into the consequences of top-secret incidents that you should not interfere..."

"I know." An Xuan suddenly raised his head and interrupted, "You asked me to come here, probably not just talk about this."

The atmosphere fell silent again.

After a moment—

The hoarse voice continued, "This is the confessional room underground of the Night Watcher, the place where sinners atone for sins. Are you... no sin?"

An Xuan's face changed slightly.

"The person you are looking for is outside the door." The man continued, his tone of not being impatient, like a tired and silly old man.

"He is not worthy of coming here, and no one can forgive his sins." He paused, "Not God can do it."

After bowing slightly to the man, An Xuan turned around and left. He saw a paper bag on the handle outside the door.

I took it off casually and slowly took it apart while walking out.

There was only a fire-covered envelope with the Night Watch logo printed on it.

Then he walked to the last door he entered, and after he let out a long breath, put away the envelope, and then placed a corner of the envelope on the candlestick beside him.

As the flames flashed, the envelope on his hand turned into ashes.

"No. 4..." He turned around and stared at the deep corridor. The wind came from somewhere, and the faint candlelight blew occasionally.

Portraits after portraits hung on both sides of the walls.

At this moment, these portraits seemed to be alive. They had ferocious faces, some of their faces covered with blue veins, some of their muscles bulging, like bulls, and some of their hair disheveled, their eyes were bright red, and their eyes were constantly dripping blood downwards...

But what really attracts An Xuan’s attention is their hands.

To be precise, it was the door that faintly emerged in their hands.
Chapter completed!