Nightmare Attack

  Chapter 342 Confession

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

  Everyone who comes here to visit will not feel too stable when they leave, and the guards are already commonplace.

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

  And most of the detainees were former elites of the executive department.

  Those young people who have a promising future.

  People who are shut here will never have the opportunity to return to life in the sun in their entire lives.

  Regardless of performance.

  Their family members are not allowed to visit. Only their former teammates can get permission 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's relatively remote and few people come here.

   "Sir." He said in a comforting tone: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

  There was a rushing sound of water from inside. The sound of the water covered everything. The guard seemed to hear a strange sound, but he was not sure.

  Until the sound of the water stopped, An Xuan waved his hand and walked out. The hair on his forehead was wet with water and stuck to his face. Water droplets continued to roll down his face.

   "It's okay." He said in an apologetic tone: "I'm so gagged, sorry."

  Hearing An Xuan say this, the young guard was a little flattered and panicked, "Sir, don’t say that, this is my duty."

   Honestly, he had a bad impression of the people in the executive department.

  In his eyes, most of the people there are very young, and they have a defiant temperament.

   Either it is cold and terrible, without saying a word along the way, occasionally glancing at someone, his gaze sharp as if he was trying to dig out the other person's heart.

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

   "Here," An Xuan said softly.

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

  There are other guards in charge of inspection.

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

   Staring at An Xuan who had changed back to his clothes, the guard couldn't help but flash in his eyes, wearing a long black trench coat, 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 guards realized that the man was not as weak as he thought. He stood there, his body straight, like a battle flag standing on the ground.

  A gust of wind lifted the hem of the windbreaker, revealing the lining of the windbreaker, the gorgeous Ukiyo-e.

  His eyes tightened slightly.

  The distance is so far, he shouldn't be able to see clearly, but at this moment, he just did it.

  A city plunged into eternal night is painted on it. A man dressed in a black windbreaker stands on the top of the highest building in the city. At his feet, there are countless evil spirits climbing upwards.

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

--night guard

"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 dark door.

  There are old handles embedded in the door, and it is full of the roughness of time. It seems that you can take a few pieces of traces of the years by touching it.

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

   Few people are qualified to come to this door.

  He barely counted one.

Most of the people who were qualified to open the door were dead, and the portraits were hung on both sides of the deep corridor that he walked through.

  Watching everyone who comes here.

   "Crunch—"

  The door opened inward, and under the mottled light, what was reflected was a face with an invisible face.

  The man was sitting on the innermost sofa, and the whole figure seemed to sink in, only one face was exposed.

  Anxuan no longer hesitated, walked in.

The door behind    closed again without warning.

  The atmosphere of death surrounds An Xuan, as if there is something similar to coercion, which makes him breathless.

  "No. A00131." An Xuan said.

  He hates silence so much for the first time, and it feels like a bottomless quagmire here.

  He also came here for the first time.

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

"One year ago, my team was assigned to participate in a mission, the operation code name Yingwei. Because of intelligence errors, they suffered a crimson and premeditated sniper during the mission. Operations commissioners A00137, B02497, B03214, B04008 died, and B04149 survived. But it is judged to be eroded, currently."

"where were you?"

   "Because the intelligence judged that the opponent was just a crimson follower, I was asked to stay in charge of mission protection, and did not enter with the team."

   "So. This is why you have been investigating the Yingwei incident secretly?" The hoarse tone produced some fluctuations, and An Xuan felt that the oppressive force became stronger.

  An Xuan gritted his teeth, "Yes."

  "You should know the rules of the night watchman."

"Yes."

   "Unauthorized investigation of the consequences of top-secret incidents that you shouldn't interfere with"

   "I know." An Xuan suddenly raised his head, and interrupted: "You asked me to come here, you should not just say this."

  The atmosphere fell silent again.

  A moment later——

  The hoarse voice continued, "This is the confession room under the night watchman. It is the place for sinners to atone for their sins. Are you not guilty?"

  An Xuan's face changed slightly.

   "The person you're looking for is outside the door." The man continued, his tone of voice was not impatient, like a tired, dying old man.

  "He is not worthy to come here. No one can forgive his sins." He paused, "Neither can God."

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

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Inside    there is only one envelope with the logo of the night watchman and sealed in flame.

   walked and watched. After he reached the last door he entered, he took a long breath, put the envelope away, and put the corner of the envelope on the candlestick beside him.

  As the fire flashed, the envelope in his hand turned to ashes.

   "No. 4?" He turned around and stared at the deep corridor, where the wind was coming from, and the light of the candle blew by accident twice.

  There are pictures after another on the walls on both sides.

  At this moment, these portraits seem to have come to life. Their faces are hideous, some of their faces are full of blue veins, some of their bodies are bulging, they are strong and bullish, and some are disheveled, their eyes are bright red, and the corners of their eyes are dripping blood.

  But what really attracts Anxuan’s attention is their hands.

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

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