"Is he any different?" Lin Wan'er looked towards the door and asked curiously, "Why didn't I notice?"

"No."

"If not, come upstairs and keep me company." Lin Wan'er said, propping her chin up with her hand, "I don't think you're waiting for him right now, are you?"

"When the rain gets heavy, all the children with homes have to go home." Looking at the darkness outside the window, Lin Wan'er's eyes seemed to be covered with a thin veil, "He will too."

...

Inside a very large, but very empty room, a girl sat cross-legged.

The girl looked cute, wearing a Lolita-style dress, staring at the opposite side with fiery eyes, constantly swallowing her saliva.

On the girl's left hand side was a huge black iron hammer, and on her right hand side was a jagged saw, even more exaggerated than the one used by lumberjacks.

Her heart was agitated. The girl couldn't bear it anymore. She turned her head and said to the darkness on one side of the room, "Number 3, I think this chick is pretty dirty. Let me take her for a bath and make sure she's clean inside and out, so you can all see..."

"No."

A cold voice came, interrupting the girl's next words. In the darkness was a sofa, neither large nor small, and a figure was sitting on the right side of the sofa.

Judging by the action, this person was reading a book.

But this was in the dark. How could this person see clearly? Could it be that they had eyes that could pierce the darkness?

The girl put her hands together, making a pitiful appearance, "Please, Number 3."

"No."

"Hmph!" The girl stood up angrily, with her hands on her hips. Behind her was a half-person-high black leather bag. She complained in a low voice to the darkness, "Stingy!"

But this aggressive look immediately disappeared after the person in the darkness raised their eyes. Those eyes were different from all of theirs.

They were a pair of sapphire blue, gem-like eyes.

At the same time as seeing those eyes, Wan Yanning, who was leaning against the wall and had been stared at by Girl Number 8 for two hours, suddenly narrowed her eyes.

The other person's eyes were actually very similar to hers.

But that blue was even clearer, like a calm sea, with occasional breezes that created ripples with a jelly-like texture.

"Who... are you?" Wan Yanning endured the pain in her body and asked this question.

But the other person seemed to have no interest in her. After stopping the girl who wanted to do whatever she wanted to her, he continued to lower his head and read his book.

Listening to the girl's address to him, this person should be Crimson's Number 3.

And this girl, who made no secret of her interest in her, was Number 8.

Wan Yanning had never obtained information about these two people. Everything about Crimson's formal members was top secret.

She only knew that the target of the last operation was Crimson's Number 4, and their team's primary goal was to take down Number 4.

Secondly, it was to crack the Nightmare and leave alive.

Crimson's evil deeds were too numerous to count. Almost everyone who knew a little about Nightmares understood their terror, as well as the perversion and madness that went beyond terror.

For ordinary people, if they accidentally ran into Crimson after entering a Nightmare, some people would even choose to commit suicide directly.

At least that way they wouldn't be tortured by them.

Falling into Crimson's hands was something she hadn't expected. Her memory only stopped after fighting Number 4.

After being humiliated by her, Number 4 raised his foot and stomped down hard.

Then she lost consciousness.

She thought she was dead for sure.

What was even stranger was that although her body was very painful, and her joints felt like they were falling apart, it was nothing compared to the pain of being backlashed by that forbidden power.

Obviously, someone had saved her.

It was... Crimson.

The information and education within the Night Watchers for a long time, as well as the several subsequent times she participated in the encirclement and suppression of Crimson's followers, gave her a deeper understanding of these guys' madness and horror.

Since the other party was willing to put in so much effort to save her, then they must want to obtain classified information about the Night Watchers from her.

For example... the mole hidden inside their Crimson.

She knew that person.

But she only knew the other person's code name.

Operations and intelligence belonged to different departments of the Night Watchers, and she couldn't access more core information.

"You... what exactly do you want?" Wan Yanning's face was full of the fierce look of "Do what you want, I won't even frown if I'm not a tough woman."

If she could anger the guy in front of her and make him kill her directly, that would be the best choice, at least she would suffer less physical pain.

Although she wasn't very afraid, who would want to suffer more torture if they could suffer less? She was a tough woman, not a fool.

"Shut your mouth." The person on the sofa slowly turned a page of the book. The pages made a crisp sound, and it seemed that even from a distance, one could smell the ink on the pages.

"If you have the guts, let me go and fight me one-on-one!" Wan Yanning's momentum was strong, "If you don't dare, just kill me."

Before she finished speaking, something was thrown next to her, making a sound similar to metal striking stone when it landed.

At the same time as Wan Yanning saw what it was, her eyes lit up.

This was her weapon, the butterfly blade!

"Just as you said, a one-on-one duel." The person on the sofa didn't even raise his head, his voice calm and peaceful, "Let Number 8 play with you. If you win, we'll let you go, but if you lose..."

Wan Yanning rolled her throat cautiously, "What happens if I lose? At worst, you kill me."

"That would be too boring." The guy called Number 3 shook his head slightly, "If you lose, she gets you."

Hearing this, Number 8's eyes lit up, and she threw off the black leather bag on her back, "What are we waiting for? Let's start now!"

The girl rubbed her hands together, staring at Wan Yanning as if the other person was already in her pocket. She had just wanted to leave, but she didn't expect—

Happiness had come too suddenly!

Looking at the butterfly blade thrown on the ground in front of her, this self-proclaimed strong woman didn't dare to move at first.

She didn't know how strong Number 8 was.

But she was definitely not weak.

Especially after seeing this petite loli with a war hammer in her left hand and a large saw in her right hand, looking eager to try.

Actually, at this time, Wan Yanning's heart was already half-empty.

She wasn't afraid of death, but why did she always feel that if she was taken away by this violent loli, something strange and bad would happen.

After seeing that Wan Yanning didn't speak, Number 3 on the sofa didn't force her either, but just lowered his head and continued reading his book.

The scene was a bit awkward for a while.

Wan Yanning wanted to say some harsh words several times to regain her lost face, but in the end, she still closed her mouth very obediently.

She secretly took back her butterfly blade, hid it in her clothes, and comforted herself that this was just for lurking, a roundabout way to save the country.

When the time was right, she would rebel against them.