The young man's expression changed upon hearing this. "Mr. Gong, is it really necessary? You should be well aware of your physical condition. If something goes wrong..."

　　He was responsible for regulating Gong Zhe's body, and powerful abilities meant deeper levels of corruption.

　　To put it bluntly, he was only one step away from being completely corrupted.

　　The doors represented by ordinary white paper were useless to him. Unless it was the kind of door represented by a red blood contract, a door that had been completely corrupted.

　　Only that level of curse could fight fire with fire.

　　And such things were hard to come by.

　　In addition, he was more worried about accidents happening during the investigation. If the fatty was just an ordinary person, or even a common disciple, then it wouldn't be a big problem.

　　Because such a door couldn't resonate with the door inside Mr. Gong Zhe's body at all.

　　What he feared was encountering a door of the same origin.

　　The thing behind Mr. Gong Zhe's door was an existence that couldn't be understood by common sense, a being that transcended ghosts, a being from another dimension.

　　They called it a Weird.

　　If... if they encountered such a door during the investigation, the result would likely be a fight to the death. After all, there was no such thing as kinship among Weirds; everything was food.

　　Despair... swallowing more despair was what made them stronger.

　　But after thinking about this, the young man couldn't help but shake his head. He was truly overwhelmed by the situation outside. How could acquiring a Weird Door be so easy? Besides, how could it appear inside such a timid fatty?

　　There weren't many guys who could bear the burden of a Weird Door who were still alive. Most of them had perished in the great battle 20 years ago.

　　The stone door closed, and Gong Zhe's arm turned an eerie black before reaching towards the fatty's heart.

　　...

　　5 minutes.

　　Perhaps not even 5 minutes.

　　The stone door opened from the inside. The young man breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Gong Zhe. It seemed everything went smoothly, and he had ultimately worried too much.

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

　　The gray-robed old man guarding the outermost room curled his lips, then reached out to scratch his messy hair, accompanied by a rustling sound as he moved.

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

　　Unlike the old man's worn-out attire, the handcuffs were very clean, and you could even see a reflection in them.

　　The old man grimaced at the handcuffs, his face covered in bloody wounds, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

　　He was less like a man and more like a ghost.

　　An evil ghost.

　　"Mr. Gong." Standing in front of Gong Zhe's office door, the young man asked, "When do you think we should begin a thorough search of the villa?"

　　The siege wasn't the goal, just a means. In the end, they still had to catch those two hateful fellows.

　　"You're fully responsible for this. Just don't make too big of an impact." After leaving these words, the office door closed.

　　The young man then left.

　　But the young man would never have expected that Gong Zhe hadn't taken a single step after entering the office, simply stopping behind the door.

　　It wasn't that he didn't want to, but his physical condition no longer allowed it.

　　Veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, and blood kept flowing from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth. His heavy breathing sounded less like a human and more like a ferocious beast.

　　His palms clenched and unclenched uncontrollably, and the blood that dripped down was like a highly corrosive acid, burning holes in the expensive solid wood floor.

　　A Door.

　　There was actually a door inside that fatty's body!

　　By the time he realized this, it was already too late. It was the same smell as the door inside him, like the aura of blood.

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

　　The blood in his body felt like it was burning, and his body felt like it was about to be torn apart by the door inside him. Although he knew that all of this was just a feeling.

　　But this contact greatly accelerated the degree to which he was being corrupted.

　　If it had been any later, he might have been corrupted on the spot by the door inside him, and the consequences of him being completely corrupted... would definitely be catastrophic.

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

　　He opened the bottom drawer, which had a fingerprint-unlocked compartment. As it unlocked successfully, a mechanical sound rang out, and after a moment, a golden clock appeared before him.

　　No, this wasn't a clock, because no clock would display the number 13.

　　After the 12 endpoint, there was actually an extra one.

　　The dial was decorated with enamel-like patterns. 13 patterns, each different, like badges, looked strange, mysterious, and gorgeous.

　　It was just made to look like a clock face.

　　Gong Zhe reached out and pressed down on a position on the golden dial, and then the mark representing 10 popped open, revealing an even smaller compartment inside.

　　With a trembling hand, he took out the only thing inside the compartment, which were several blurry one-inch photos, all close-up shots of faces.

　　The images were not particularly well-composed or retouched. It was obvious that the only requirement of the photographer was authenticity.

　　Because the people in the photos were all dead, and they had died horribly.

　　The people in these photos were all the people he had killed, and the people the Night Watchers had killed, Red Deep's number 10.

　　There were 13 official members of Red Deep, and they had successfully killed some of them, but they always had doubts about number 10 in particular...

　　Because they had succeeded in hunting number 10 more than once. All in all, they had killed no less than seven or eight number 10s.

　　But each time, their inside contact in Red Deep confirmed that number 10 was still alive.

　　Why?

　　An unyielding Red Deep, with a constantly changing number 10?

　　That couldn't be. He understood Red Deep. They wouldn't do such meaningless things, even though the outside world said they were irrational and emotionless lunatics.

　　But today he finally understood that number 10 had never stayed within Red Deep, but had left silently.

　　At the moment the two doors came into contact, Gong Zhe recognized this door. It was the same as the one from 20 years ago...

　　With great effort, he unbuttoned his shirt, took out a photo of the fatty in the interrogation room from his inside pocket, and stuffed it into the hidden compartment.

　　With a crisp click, the mark representing 10 returned to its place, and the golden clock face was retracted back into the hidden compartment. Gong Zhe fell backward into his seat.