"It's rare." Gong Zhe took another puff and threw away the cigarette. "As soon as I got the door, my perception is so sharp."

"But this is not necessarily a good thing for you." Gong Zhe said: "You must learn to restrain your desires and not be controlled by what is behind the door."

"Otherwise... that shelter will be your final destination. Of course, if you are a little bit luckier, you may be killed directly by your former companions."

"Is this... the benefit of entering a nightmare?" An Xuan opened his sleeves, and the door in his hand became more and more charming.

He even felt like the blood in his body was burning when facing Gong Zhe.

His eyes gradually turned red, and a strange voice kept whispering in his ears, like a temptation, which was irresistible.

There was a strange desire in his heart. He wanted to cut open the body of the middle-aged man in front of him and dig out the door in his body.

Then take it as your own.

But slowly, the remaining reason prevailed, and An Xuan's expression slowly changed again. He was breathing heavily, as if he had escaped from the gate of hell.

But his description is not wrong.

If he loses control once, Gong Zhe will indeed break his neck directly.

After all, he is completely out of control. It is unrealistic and unnecessary to control him. Even if he is sent to a shelter, they will be judged as extremely dangerous.

He will be secretly executed immediately.

Execution by injection.

The pain suffered by that kind of death will be more real and intense.

He thought that even if An Xuan chose it himself, he would not want to go there.

"What... exactly is the door?"

"It's a contract." Gong Zhe emphasized: "A blood contract."

"Blood contract?"

Gong Zhe smiled, and the scar under the corner of his twitching mouth also moved, looking very unfriendly, "Do you still remember how this door on your body came from?"

An Xuan frowned. There seemed to be a vague memory in his mind, but it was not very clear.

It feels like finding a thread in a mess of yarn.

"Yes..." A light flashed in An Xuan's eyes, "It's a piece of white paper. Someone asked us to cut off our left hand and print it on the white paper."

"That white paper is alive! It sucked the blood on it, and then..." An Xuan covered his head, and various scattered fragments began to appear in his mind, sometimes clear and sometimes broken.

"No, no, that's all a dream." An Xuan closed his eyes tightly, with a painful look on his face, "It's all a dream, just a dream. I've never experienced that at all."

Gong Zhe didn't say anything to urge him.

The young man in front of me is a very nice guy, very similar to the guy I met before.

But this young man is obviously more formal. After all, he was born in the night watchman. Unlike the other one, the bottom line is a mystery and he is very thief.

He believed that this young man named An Xuan could think clearly on his own.

Although some facts are cruel, you still have to learn to accept them.

Now that he is ready to cooperate, he still hopes that his partner will be smarter and understand the reality of the world more thoroughly.

After a while, An Xuan gradually calmed down. He held the back of the front seat, his face covered with ferocious bloodshot eyes, "It's brainwashing..."

"The picture in my mind is the traces left by incomplete brainwashing. They... they used our bodies to do some unspeakable things." He gritted his teeth, "It's those guys from the execution department.

..."

"That piece of white paper...is what you call the blood contract!"

Gong Zhe did not answer directly. This question was meaningless. He believed that the young man behind him had already guessed it.

"Each piece of white paper is a contract. It is a contract between you and the door represented by this white paper. To be more precise, it is a contract signed with what is behind the door."

"Once the contract is completed, it cannot be changed. You will gain the power of the thing behind the door. Correspondingly, you will also have to bear the curse imposed on you by the thing behind the door."

"The curse will gradually deepen over time, or as the number of times you use it increases. The curse cannot be lifted, but there are ways to extend the duration of the curse."

An Xuan raised his head, with countless bloodshot eyes hidden in his eyes, "The door is to absorb others through..., right?"

"That's the truth." Gong Zhe said with approval: "But we generally don't call it absorbing, we call it seizing. And for the guys who control the door, we generally call them...disciples."

"Disciple?" An Xuan's pupils shrank violently after hearing the name, "Crimson?"

Those in Crimson are accustomed to calling themselves disciples.

"Yes." Gong Zhe nodded, "All of them have doors, which is why the Night Watch Executive Department wants to transform you."

"If you want to deal with the devil, you must first become a devil yourself."

"I don't know if there are gods in this world, but please believe that even if there are gods, they can't deal with what's behind the door."

"Because there are not only ghosts behind the door, but also some...existences that you can't understand at all. You can call them...weird."

"Only alienated doors can produce weirdness. Similarly, weirdness is more difficult to predict than ghosts, because ghosts are transformed after death, but weirdness is not. They are produced in various ways."

"I hope you can understand them as a kind of...will, a will generated by nightmares"

"Will cannot be guessed or resisted by human power. The only thing that can resist will is another, bigger and stronger will."

"And the will cannot be destroyed, it can only be erased, which is what the disciples call... inheritance." Gong Zhe said in one breath.

"Only the gate of alienation can produce weirdness, and weirdness can be inherited?" An Xuan's eyes looked strange, "Through the inheritance gate?"

"clever."

"How did that door become alienated?" Gong Zhe's words opened up a new world for An Xuan. He was eager to dig out all the information he knew about the door.

"There are two types." Gong Zhe seemed to be in good spirits, "The first one is more direct, taking it from the disciple who owns the alienation gate."

"But this is difficult. The power that a disciple with an ordinary door can control is difficult to fight against a disciple of an alienated door, but it is not completely impossible."

"The power of ghosts is no match for the power of weirdness." An Xuan nodded, "Can I understand this?"

"Not accurate, but it sounds very direct." Gong Zhe commented.

"Then...what about the second one?" An Xuan asked again.

"The second point is more troublesome. You need to enter an alienated door and then crack it." Gong Zhe said, "Then you are equivalent to being recognized by this alienated door."

"Become the new owner of this alienated door?"

"No." Gong Zhe's face suddenly became serious, "It seems you haven't understood the situation we are facing."

"No one can truly control a door, even the most ordinary door." Turning around, Gong Zhe looked at An Xuan with a calm look that frightened the latter.
Chapter completed!