Chapter 531 Golden Plate

The young man's eyes changed when he heard this, "Mr. Gong, it's not necessary. You should know your physical condition yourself. If something goes wrong..."

Gong Zhe's body has always been taken care of by him. The strong ability represents a deeper level of erosion.

To put it bluntly, he is only one step away from being completely eroded.

The door represented by swallowing ordinary white paper is no longer useful to him, unless it is the door represented by the red blood contract, which has been completely eroded.

Only a curse of that degree can fight poison with poison.

And such a thing is hard to come by.

In addition, he is more worried about accidents during the exploration. If the fat man is just an ordinary person, or even an ordinary disciple, then there is no problem.

Because such a door can't resonate with the door in Mr. Gong Zhe's body.

What he is worried about is encountering the same door.

The thing behind Mr. Gong Zhe's door is an existence that cannot be guessed by common sense. It is a guy from another dimension that is superior to ghosts.

They call it weird.

If you encounter such a door during the exploration, it is very likely that the result will be a fight to the death. After all, in the weirdness, there is no such thing as the same kind, they are all food.

Despair devours more despair, which makes them stronger.

But after thinking of this, the young man couldn't help shaking his head. He was really overwhelmed by the situation outside. It is not so easy to obtain the weird door. Besides, how could it appear in the body of such a timid fat man.

There are not many guys who can afford the weird door and are still alive now. Most of them were killed in the war 20 years ago.

The stone door closed, Gong Zhe's arm turned black strangely, and then grabbed the fat man's heart.

5 minutes.

Maybe it didn't even reach 5 minutes.

The stone door opened from the inside. The moment he saw Gong Zhe, the young man breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that everything was going well. After all, he was overthinking.

"Keep an eye on him." Before leaving the stone house in the forest, Gong Zhe said calmly.

The gray-robed old man guarding the outermost room curled his lips, then pulled out his hand and scratched his messy hair. As he moved, there was a rustling sound.

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

Unlike the old clothes of the old man, the handcuffs were very clean, and even reflected the shadow of a person on them.

In the handcuffs, the old man grinned, his face was covered with bloody scars, and his eyes were almost bulging out of his eye sockets.

Rather than saying it was a person, it was better to say it was a ghost.

Evil ghost.

"Mr. Gong." Standing in front of Gong Zhe's office, the young man asked: "When do you think we should start to thoroughly investigate the villa?"

The siege is not the goal, but just a means. In the end, we still have to catch those two hateful guys.

"You are fully responsible for this matter, and the impact should not be too great." After leaving a word, the door of the office was closed.

The young man left immediately.

But the young man would never expect that Gong Zhe had not taken a single step since he entered the office, but just stopped behind the door.

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

Veins appeared on his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, his nose and the corners of his mouth were bleeding constantly, and his heavy breathing sounded like that of a beast instead of a human.

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

Door.

There was actually a door inside that fat man!

After he realized this, it was too late, it was the same smell as the door inside him, like the breath of blood.

If he hadn't used up his last bit of strength to withdraw

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

But this contact greatly accelerated the degree of his erosion.

Even later, it might be eroded by the door inside his body on the spot, and the consequences of his complete erosion would be absolutely catastrophic.

He moved his feet with difficulty, step by step, towards his desk.

He opened the bottom drawer, which contained a secret compartment unlocked by fingerprint. As the unlocking was successful, a mechanical sound sounded, and a moment later, a gold clock appeared in front of him.

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

There is an extra digit after the end position of 12.

The scale is dotted with enamel-like patterns, 13 different patterns, like badges, looking strange, mysterious, and gorgeous.

It is just made to look like a clock face.

Gong Zhe reached out and pressed a position on the gold dial, and then the scale representing 10 popped up, and there was actually a smaller secret compartment hidden inside.

With trembling hands, he took out the only thing from the secret compartment, which was a few unclear one-inch photos, all of which were taken close to the face.

The picture was not composed or modified. It can be seen that the only requirement of the photographer was authenticity.

Because the people in the photos were dead, and their deaths were very miserable.

The people on it were the ones he had killed before, as well as those killed by the night watch, number 10 in deep red.

There are 13 official members of Crimson, and they have successfully killed some of them, but they still have doubts about No. 10.

Because they have successfully hunted No. 10 more than once, and they have killed no less than seven or eight No. 10s in total.

But every time, their insider in Crimson confirmed that No. 10 was still alive.

Why?

Crimson is permanent, but No. 10 is ever-changing?

No, he knew Crimson, they would not do such meaningless things, although outsiders were saying that they were lunatics without reason or emotion.

But today he finally understood that No. 10 did not stay in Crimson at all, but left quietly.

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

After struggling to unbutton his clothes, Gong Zhe took out a photo left by 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 to its position, the golden clock dial was put back into the secret box, and Gong Zhe fell back on the seat.