Chapter 318 Feast

"Is this your last feeling?" Hiding behind a rock, An Xuan stared at Zuo Jing in front of him with a very solemn expression.

This is their agreed contact point.

The two of them left their temporary teammates behind and came here to meet and exchange the information they had.

"Yes." Zuo Jing spoke quickly and seemed more excited: "I suspect it's Chen Qiang. He is the crimson who sneaked into this nightmare!"

After a pause, Zuo Jing calmed down a little and said to An Xuan: "You were together last night. What do you think of him?"

An Xuan recalled, stroking his chin and said: "He was very calm, without the panic he showed at the beginning. If he is a newcomer, his psychological quality and potential are quite good."

"It's not bad." Zuo Jing gasped and corrected: "It's quite scary!"

Seemingly recalling the scene when she was first exposed to nightmares, Zuo Jing had already drawn an extremely dangerous signal in her heart for this young man named Chen Qiang.

She was certain that this young man was the crimson who infiltrated this mission.

Staring at the nominal subordinate in front of him, An Xuan frowned slightly, "Look at what you are like now." He said in a more serious tone, "No matter what you encountered or saw before, you must calm down now. , don’t let fear rule you.”

"Also, don't judge the problem purely based on your feelings. An Xuan said: "Use your head. "

"But"

"It's nothing." An Xuan interrupted her.

After looking at each other for a long time, An Xuan's sharp eyes gradually softened, and his lips moved, "Xiao Qing." He hesitated and said softly, "You are not suitable for this job. After this mission is over, I will Submit a proposal to remove you from the executive department."

"I won't leave." Zuo Jing refused decisively, and gradually her eyes turned red.

After exhaling, An Xuan looked at her and said, "I know you joined the Night Watch for your father, and have been following Crimson's trail. You can consider transferring to other departments. How about the intelligence? That's yours. I'm old, maybe your intuition is there"

"I told you, I won't leave!" Zuo Jing gritted her teeth, "If you go out and dare to talk nonsense to the superiors, I'm not done with you!"

"Obey, I'm doing this for your own good!"

"I won't listen!"

An Xuan felt like his head was spinning. If it weren't for the fact that her intuition was so powerful, he wouldn't have brought her here. Sometimes it's the simplest intuition that can decide a lot of things.

In fact, Zuo Jing was not wrong about one thing. The most terrifying thing about the guys in Crimson is not their cruelty, but the forbearance that can hide this boiling water-like cruelty under a calm appearance.

Only a second before deciding to hunt, they will tear off their camouflage and expose their fangs.

At that time, as a prey, his nightmare had just begun.

As the most powerful, elite, and most vocal department among the Night Watchmen, the Execution Department also faces greater risks than other departments.

While they conduct in-depth investigations into nightmares, they also need to protect important people and suppress organizations like Crimson that rely on nightmares to carry out various indiscriminate or premeditated crimes.

It is said that the history of the Night's Watch is a dark book written in blood, and the part belonging to the Executive Department is the bloodiest page in it.

Several people who were recruited at the same time as An Xuan have lost news one after another. One of them saved his life and escaped from the nightmare, but he went crazy.

He was placed in a hospital run by the Night Watchman himself, and one of the most striking features of this hospital is that there is almost no red anything, especially deep red.

Even plasma bags for infusion must be wrapped in paper of other colors, usually sky blue, and a few also use light green, because such colors are less irritating and help patients with extremely unstable mental fluctuations to stay calm. .

And there is more than one layer to prevent the patient from biting and exposing the original color of the blood.

The tiniest bit of crimson can drive the patients incarcerated here crazy.

And these people are all An Xuan's teammates, former elite members of the execution department.

The only thing they did wrong in their lives was to encounter Crimson in their nightmares, to be captured like prey, tortured and finally thrown out of the door in a playful manner.

Let them survive.

Live forever as a shame.

Every time he thought of these, and his teammates lying on the hospital bed, with their bodies tied up in straitjackets, their eyes dull, saliva at the corners of their mouths, and shouting from time to time, An Xuan became more determined to eradicate Crimson.

Maybe one day in the future, he will die, or be captured and tortured by Crimson like those poor and respectable teammates, and finally become a madman.

But before that, he still wanted to continue on this path, just like those predecessors who suffered unexpected events, and still had no regrets despite nine deaths.

No one could die in the nightmare. He had a deep intuition that Crimson was brewing a huge conspiracy. He didn't dare to guess how big it was.

People who were involved in the nightmare regarded Crimson as a madman and were intimidated by their cruel methods, but he knew that hidden under the extremely repressive madness was their near-perfect execution.

In his eyes, Crimson is more like a group of devout believers.

But what they revere is definitely not Christ, immortals and Buddhas, these gods in the mainstream mythological systems.

Not even the devil.

The only thing that can make them willingly bow down is something hidden in the darkness, the deepest, the deepest.

What it is, An Xuan doesn't know.

But he has a hunch that the thing must be hidden in the nightmare.

Crimson is exploring nightmares like them, but the Night Watch is seeking ways to eliminate nightmares, while Crimson is looking for that thing.

Use any means necessary.

Those who don't care about their own lives, let alone others, are the most terrifying. They have no bottom line and no limit. Their purpose is pure and outrageous.

They are a group of martyrs who gather spontaneously after smelling the smell!

What worries An Xuan even more is that the Crimson group is growing at an unimaginable speed, much faster than the Executive Department!

According to reliable intelligence, there are very few official members of Crimson. Most of them are followers who worship Crimson in the name of Crimson. They may not have the brains, forbearance, and skills of Crimson, but their madness is even worse than Crimson.

This is the most terrifying.

Crimson is just a sign, a symbol, but around this sign, this symbol, countless bloodthirsty guys flocked to enjoy this carnival feast that perhaps even Crimson could not stop.

So far, he has never encountered a formal member of Crimson. Those he killed and strangled in various ways were all followers of Crimson.

Their madness is still fresh in An Xuan's memory.