Chapter 343 Confession

A voice came from outside the door, "Are you okay? It was you just now." It was the guard, his voice was a little doubtful and even more worried.

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

After all, this is nominally a sanatorium, but in fact it is a prison.

And most of the prisoners are former elites of the executive department.

Those young people with a bright future.

People who are imprisoned here will never have the opportunity to return to live in the sun again in their lifetime.

No matter how they behave.

Their families are not allowed to visit them, and only their former teammates can get permission to visit them.

When the young man asked to go to the bathroom, he knew that the other party just wanted to find a quiet place to calm down.

So he brought him here.

This place is relatively remote and few people come.

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

There was a sound of water splashing inside, which covered everything. The guard seemed to hear some strange sound, but he was not sure.

Until the sound of water stopped, An Xuan came out swinging his hands. His hair was wet and stuck to his face, with water drops rolling down his face.

"It's okay." He said in an apologetic tone: "I lost my composure, sorry."

Hearing An Xuan say this, the young guard was immediately flattered and panicked, "Sir, please don't say that, this is my duty.

To be honest, he didn'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 arrogant temperament.

Or they were cold and terrible, not saying a word along the way, occasionally glancing at people, with a sharp gaze as if to dig out the other person's heart.

But the man in front of him was different. He was gentle and kind to others. The guard even wondered how a person like him could survive among those monsters in the executive department.

"We're here. "An Xuan said softly.

Then the guard came back to his senses. He drove the internal vehicle and sent An Xuan to the gate, and then sent An Xuan to the gate.

There were other guards responsible for inspection.

After the inspection, you can change back to your clothes and leave.

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

The cuffs and collar of the windbreaker were embroidered with gold thread, which looked very eye-catching in the sun.

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

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

His eyes narrowed slightly.

At such a distance, he should not have been able to see clearly, but at this moment, he did it.

It was painted with a city in eternal night. The man was wearing a black windbreaker, standing on the roof of the tallest building in the city, with countless evil spirits climbing up under his feet.

"I watch in the dark night, hoping that more people will sing praises to the dawn."

- Night Watchman

"Da. Da. Da. "

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

At the end of the corridor was a dark door.

The door was embedded with an old handle, which was covered with the roughness of time. It seemed that if he touched it, he could capture some traces of the years.

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 was barely one of them.

And most of those who are qualified to push open this door are already dead, and their portraits are hung on both sides of the deep corridor he walked through.

Watching everyone who came here.

"Creaky--"

The door opened inward, and under the mottled light, a face that could not be seen clearly was reflected.

The man was sitting on the innermost sofa, and the whole person seemed to be curled up inside, revealing only a face.

An Xuan no longer hesitated and walked in.

The door behind him closed again without warning.

A death-like atmosphere surrounded An Xuan, as if there was something like coercion, which made him breathless.

"Number A00131. "An Xuan said.

This was the first time he hated silence so much. This place felt like a bottomless quagmire to him.

This was also his first time here.

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

"One year ago, my team was ordered to participate in a mission, codenamed Yingwei. Due to intelligence errors, they suffered a premeditated sniper attack by Crimson during the mission. Operation specialists A00137, B02497, B03214, and B04008 died. B04149 survived but was judged to be corrupted. Currently..."

"Where were you at the time?"

"Because the intelligence judged that the other party was just a follower of Crimson, I was asked to stay and be responsible for 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 a little, and An Xuan felt that the suppression was stronger.

An Xuan gritted his teeth, "Yes."

"You should know the rules of the night watch. ”

“Yes.”

“The consequences of investigating a top-secret incident that you should not be involved in without authorization.”

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

The atmosphere fell into silence again.

After a moment——

The hoarse voice continued, "This is the confessional room in the basement of the Night Watch, where sinners atone for their sins. Are you innocent?"

An Xuan's face changed slightly.

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

"He doesn't deserve to come here. No one can forgive his sins." He paused, "Not even God."

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

He took it off casually and slowly opened the paper bag while walking out.

There was only an envelope with the Night Watch logo printed on it and sealed with wax.

He walked and looked, and when he reached the last door, he let out a long breath, put away the envelope, and then put a corner of the envelope on the candlestick beside him.

As the fire flickered, the envelope in his hand turned into ashes.

"Number 4?" He turned around and stared at the deep corridor. The wind came from nowhere, and the dim candlelight occasionally jumped twice.

There were portraits hanging on the walls on both sides.

At this moment, these portraits seemed to be alive. They had hideous faces, some with blue veins on their faces, some with bulging muscles, like wild bulls, and some with disheveled hair, bright red eyes, and blood dripping from the corners of their eyes.

But what really attracted An Xuan's attention was their hands.

To be precise, it was the vaguely emerging door in their hands.