Suddenly sensing a strange aura, Jiang Cheng slowly turned his head, and a shadow appeared on the opposite wall.

He was the only one in the room, so it should be his shadow, but strangely, he was sitting, while the shadow was standing straight.

The shadow rippled with an eerie light, darker than the surrounding darkness, and if you looked at it for too long, it felt like you were about to fall into it.

It was Wu, no doubt about it, the guy he had brought out.

The affairs of Crimson and the Watchers had already exhausted him. Now, seeing Wu, his fear of him had lessened a lot. He stared at the shadow coldly, instinctively feeling that the other party had something to say.

After a moment, strange symbols appeared on the wall, wriggling like tadpoles, glowing with an eerie crimson light.

Finally, they勉强formed a line of words: Women cannot be trusted.

The implication of this sentence was very strong. Jiang Cheng knew that Wu was talking about Lin Wan'er. He once thought of himself as a very rational person, but Lin Wan'er was an exception.

Jiang Cheng was unwilling, and did not want to suspect her.

Because once he did, it would be to deny all the beautiful memories of the past, and he would have to accept a cruel fact.

All of Lin Wan'er's kindness to him was fake.

There was no emotional connection between them; she just wanted to get something from him.

That was all.

The words on the wall shattered, and the strange symbols struggled and wriggled, forming another line of words: You and I are the same.

Jiang Cheng had experienced Wu's door, so he knew very well the story of the black-clad Wu. The person who created him, his most trusted elder sister, was also the person who hurt him the most deeply in the end.

She gave all the despair in her heart to the black-clad Wu, while leaving all the light and beauty to the white-clad Wu, who represented the good side.

Both sides of Wu were actually the choices of the woman named Lin Chen.

"No, I'm not like you." Jiang Cheng stared at him and said. He was just curious about Lin Wan'er; he didn't even have any suspicions.

As if seeing through the things in Jiang Cheng's eyes, Wu's figure trembled slightly, and no more bloody words appeared on the wall. Instead, it showed a picture.

Slowly, like an old-fashioned slide show opening its curtain.

Jiang Cheng saw a woman standing in front of his bed in an antique space, with one hand covering his head. Pale blue halos surged out, and the woman's figure gradually became illusory, as if walking into his memories.

It was the room in the dungeon...

...

The sealed door was opened, and one white candle after another was lit. The dusty high-backed chairs were wiped clean by the attendants at an extremely fast speed.

This was a hall, simple in style, and decorated in a solemn and respectful manner.

But it had been a long time since it was last opened.

This was the hall beneath the Watchers headquarters, used to celebrate unsung victories, and also used to announce major events, or resolutions, to deter, or even... executions.

The sound of a bell rang, and people cloaked in black robes entered in order.

There were a total of 12 groups, each with 10 people.

They sat in the 12 areas marked out below the hall.

The area slightly to the right of the middle was empty. Originally, there should have been 13 areas, corresponding to the 13 families who created the Watchers.

The Xia family did not receive an invitation.

Because this victory did not belong to them.

On one side of the black platform, there was a long table, and behind the long table sat seven figures in a row.

This was the highest point of the entire hall, and it also represented absolute authority.

The judgment seat.

A black wooden hammer gently tapped the table twice, and a man cloaked in a black robe, with a golden badge pinned to his chest, raised his heavy eyelids, his hoarse voice like a death knell.

"Silence!"

Below the platform, the whispering voices disappeared, and pairs of pale faces, shrouded in cloaks, were raised, their almost naked gazes focused on the stage.

Today, for all the Watchers, was a rare victory.

They had successfully hunted down Crimson No. 4.

Although there had been successful hunts before, in addition to paying a heavy price, all they got was a fragmented corpse.

But today was a day to be recorded in history. They captured Crimson No. 4 alive, and would judge the sins he had committed in this hall, which symbolized absolute justice.

Two candles were lit, and a figure suddenly appeared on the originally dark platform. The figure was tied to a pillar, with his head bowed and covered in blood.

At the moment the figure appeared, a burst of cries erupted from below the stage.

"Wei Jinting." A heavy voice sounded from the judgment seat, making people's ears ring. "Former member of the Abyss Project, family selected: Wei family."

"Formerly attached to the Watchers' Crimson Squad, number 4, level S, authority S, confidentiality level: Top Secret."

"Identity has now been verified."

"Wei Jinting, your sins are heavy, and you have committed countless evils, but God has a merciful heart. If you now recount your evil deeds, repent in time, and provide us with the information we need to help us clean up Crimson, we will extend your life as much as possible."

The voice under the cloak was kind and persuasive. "After your death, we will bury your ashes in your family's cemetery. All your disgraceful past will be covered up. We will rewrite history for you. Every descendant who comes here will be proud of you!"

"They will read the story on your tombstone, and shed tears in front of your tombstone. They..."

"Spare me the platitudes." A discordant voice sounded on the stage, not loud, but just loud enough for everyone to hear clearly.

"I don't want to be buried in that disgusting place, nor do I need anyone to come and see me, and I certainly don't need anyone to read my story and shed tears."

Wei Jinting, who was hanging his head, shook his head, his chin covered in blood scabs. "I hate people crying, especially crying in front of my grave. I'm not familiar with them, it will only dirty my cycle of reincarnation."

"Arrogant thing, you still don't know how to repent when death is upon you!" Someone below the stage suppressed their voice, as if filled with resentment. "You are the one who brought shame on the family!"

Hearing this, Wei Jinting moved, seemingly wanting to raise his head, but in the end he didn't. "Is that my dear uncle?"

"Long time no see, has the door in your body not exploded yet? I thought you were dead."

The veins on the back of the hand of the leader sitting in the Wei family's seat were bulging, and it could be seen that he was suppressing his anger. "Your father doesn't even want to see you one last time. He is ashamed of you, no, the entire family is ashamed of you!"

"Spare me these high-sounding words. Although I don't like the man you mentioned, he is stronger than you." Wei Jinting said calmly, "He is just ruthless, but you are both ruthless and stupid, so the tallest is picked from the dwarfs. There is a reason why he can take over the Wei family, and you cannot."

There was a faint sound of suppressed laughter below the stage. The families of the Watchers were not monolithic. Seeing the Wei family being embarrassed, many people were in a cheerful mood.