Nightmare Attack

Hearing that the young man’s eyes changed, “Mr. Gong, it’s not necessary. You should know your physical condition. If anything goes wrong once...”

Gong Zhe's body has always been treated by him, and his tyrannical ability represents a deeper erosion.

To put it bluntly, his distance was completely eroded, and it was only one step away.

It is no longer useful for him to swallow the door represented by ordinary white paper, unless it is the door that has been completely eroded, represented by the red blood deed.

Only with such a degree of curse can we fight poison with poison.

And such things are unavoidable.

In addition, he is more worried about the accident during the investigation. If the fat man is just an ordinary person, or even an ordinary disciple, then the problem is not big.

Because of such a door, it cannot resonate with the door in Mr. Gong Zhe's body.

What he is worried about is encountering the door of the same genus.

The thing behind Mr. Gong Zhe's door is an existence that cannot be estimated by common sense. It is above a ghost, a guy of another dimension.

They call it weird.

If... such a door is encountered during the exploration, then it is most likely the result of endless death. After all, in the weird, there is no such thing as the same kind of saying, it is all food.

Despair...swallowing more despair will make them stronger.

But after thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but shook his head. He was really dazzled by the situation outside. How easy is it to get the weird door, besides, how could he appear in such a fat man who was so obstinate.

The guys who can afford the weird door are still alive now, and there are not many, most of them were lost in the battle 20 years ago.

The stone door was closed, Gong Zhe's arm was weirdly blackened, and then he grabbed the fat man's heart.

......

5 minutes.

Maybe it didn't arrive in 5 minutes.

Shimen opened from the inside. The young man was relieved when he saw Gong Zhe. It seemed that everything was going well, and he was overwhelmed after all.

"Watch him well." Gong Zhe said calmly before leaving the stone house in the forest.

The old man in gray robe guarding the outermost room curled his mouth, then pulled out his hand and scratched his messy hair. Accompanied by his movements, there was a rattling noise.

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

Unlike the old attire of the elderly, the handcuffs are very clean, and even figures of people can be reflected on them.

On the handcuffs, the old man grinned, with **** scars on his face, his eyes almost bulging out.

It's not so much a person, it's a ghost.

Evil spirits.

"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, the 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 office door was closed.

The young man left immediately.

But the young man would never have expected that since Gong Zhe entered the office, he didn't take a step, but stopped behind the door.

It's not that he doesn't want to, but his physical condition has not allowed it.

Blue veins appeared on his forehead, his eyes were blood red, his nose, and the corners of his mouth could not help but bleed outwards. His heavy breathing sound was not like a human being, but a fierce beast.

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

door.

There really is a door in that fat man!

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

If it weren't for him to use his last strength to withdraw...

The blood in the body seemed to be burning, and the body was torn apart by the door in the body, although he knew that all this was just a feeling.

But this contact greatly accelerated the extent of his erosion.

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

He moved hard, step by step, towards his desk.

Pulling open the bottom drawer, there is a hidden compartment unlocked by fingerprints. As the unlocking is successful, a mechanical sound rang, and after a while, a golden clock appeared in front of his eyes.

No, this is not a clock, because no clock will display a scale of 13.

After 12 finish positions, there was an extra one.

The scale is dotted with enamel-like patterns. There are 13 patterns, each of which is 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 bounced off, and there was a smaller hidden grid hidden inside.

Shaking his hands, he took out the only thing from the secret compartment, a few unclear one-inch photos, all of which were taken from his face.

The picture is not about composition or modification. It can be seen that the only thing the photographer wants is truth.

Because the people in the photo are dead, and their deaths are miserable.

The people above were all killed by him and the night watchman, number 10 in the crimson.

There are 13 official members of Crimson, and they have successfully killed some of them, but only the 10th among them... always have doubts.

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

But every time, UU read www.uukānshu.com and their inside line in Crimson confirmed that No. 10 was still alive.

why?

The crimson iron hit, the 10th running water?

No, he understands Crimson, they will not do such meaningless things, although it is said that they are lunatics without reason and emotion.

But today he finally understood that the number 10 didn't stay in Crimson at all, but left quietly.

The moment the two doors touched, Gong Zhe recognized this door, which was the same as 20 years ago...

Unbuttoning his clothes laboriously, Gong Zhe pulled out a picture of the fat man in the interrogation room from his jacket pocket and stuffed it into the secret compartment.

With a crisp click, the scale 10 returned, and the gold clock dial fell back into the cassette, and Gong Zhe fell back on the seat.

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