Gentle Sleep Instructor

Chapter 803 Nirvana

"The asylum is divided into 13 zones, numbered from low to high, representing the degree of corruption of the imprisoned disciples."

"The most mysterious is Zone 13. Because it is so secretive, some people suspect it's just a legend. Rumor has it that those who enter there have committed sins that even God cannot forgive."

"You, and Shen Hong, came from there," Lin Wan'er said.

"Zone 13..." Jiang Cheng's mind conjured up the lead-gray building, and the number 13 on the black iron gate. The chains of memory were snapping little by little. Last night's mournful melody echoed in his ears again.

Jiang Cheng forced himself to concentrate. There might not be a second chance. He immediately asked, "What kind of people are the Shen Hong members?"

"Children from the 13 families of the Night Watchmen, the most talented of that generation," Lin Wan'er said.

"Using their own children to carry out such a plan?" Jiang Cheng couldn't understand.

From the looks of it, the Night Watchmen and Shen Hong were mortal enemies, and Shen Hong had been molded into a public enemy, someone everyone could kill.

"They need the people involved in the plan to be absolutely loyal," Lin Wan'er said.

After a moment's thought, Jiang Cheng nodded. "I understand."

"There are 13 Shen Hong members in total, one selected from each family. They don't call each other by name, but use numbers instead, from 1 to 13."

"They are sent to Zone 13 for secret training to prepare them for accepting the door."

"There, they, along with you, are forged into the sharpest swords in the hands of the Night Watchmen, belonging to the Shen Hong Squad directly under headquarters, helping the Night Watchmen executives eliminate anyone who threatens their rule."

"Supernatural events, nightmares, and some Night Watchmen who see the truth and are no longer willing to be manipulated by the higher-ups."

"Of course, they'll make up a plausible reason for these things." Lin Wan'er added, "Probably something like they're the righteous ones, and what you're doing is eliminating evil, the apostle blessed by justice."

"We would be deceived by these things?" Jiang Cheng looked at Lin Wan'er with scrutiny.

Lin Wan'er smiled and brushed a stray hair behind her ear. "You were relatively young then, and your living environment was closed off, so it was difficult to receive real information from the outside world. So you believed whatever I said, especially you, Xiao Cheng, you were the most obedient."

Fatty's face darkened when he saw the doctor's face.

Worried that the doctor would get angry, Fatty hurriedly interrupted, "What...what were you responsible for in Shen Hong? And aren't you an undercover agent? How could you help the Night Watchmen deceive the doctor?"

"I was your instructor." Lin Wan'er looked at Fatty and said calmly, "Although I am the person in charge of the Abyss Plan, the initiative to start the plan is not in my hands, and the Night Watchmen's probing of me has been ongoing."

"If I show the slightest flaw, the undercover plan will fail, and many, many people will die. The loss is beyond your imagination."

"And even if I die, the Night Watchmen will just replace me with someone else to carry out the Abyss Plan. To them, it's just a bit of trouble."

Fatty had originally planned to stand on the doctor's side, say a few words to Lin Wan'er, and vent some anger for the doctor, while easing the atmosphere.

But unexpectedly, Lin Wan'er's words left Fatty speechless. He even felt that Lin Wan'er's image had become taller, a good comrade on a hidden front.

But after holding back for a long time, saying nothing would be a bit embarrassing, so in the end, Fatty stared at Lin Wan'er and said fiercely, "I guess you have a point!"

But when Lin Wan'er shifted her gaze and glanced at Fatty, Fatty immediately withered, and his neck, which he had stretched out with great effort, quietly shrank back.

It was as if he had been subjected to bloodline suppression.

"Shen Hong betrayed the Night Watchmen because they saw through their plan." Jiang Cheng looked at Lin Wan'er. "Did you reveal the plan?"

Unexpectedly, Lin Wan'er shook her head this time. "No, the Night Watchmen tried to open your door. I only found out after the operation started, but fortunately, I had made some arrangements beforehand to prevent the worst from happening."

"This is also a test for me." Lin Wan'er said, "The Night Watchmen executives have never stopped suspecting my identity, but my ability is too important for their next plan, and they haven't obtained solid evidence, otherwise they would have eliminated me long ago."

Not knowing what Lin Wan'er was thinking, she suddenly glanced at Fatty, her eyes full of strangeness. Fatty suddenly felt a chill run from his head to his feet.

"In short, after a fierce battle, their attempt failed, and the Shen Hong Squad also lost several members. You were severely injured, which caused memory problems." Lin Wan'er changed the subject.

"How did you know we got off the bus?" Jiang Cheng asked a very tricky question. In his opinion, only the instigator behind the scenes could find out about this at the first moment.

Hearing this, some special emotions appeared on Lin Wan'er's delicate face. After a moment, she replied, "We detected a special signal."

She raised her arm and pointed at Fatty, "On him."

Almost subconsciously, Fatty raised his hand, revealing the peace buckle wrapped around his wrist. "Are you talking about this?"

He instantly became excited: "His name is Wang Qi, he is my family, I remember him, I..."

Seeing the peace buckle, Lin Wan'er nodded slightly. "That's Number 5. I sent him to investigate a secret stronghold of the Night Watchmen, but he disappeared after that."

"We met him on a mission. He was already dead, and his consciousness was trapped on that strange bus," Jiang Cheng said. "This mission was very strange. If it weren't for him, it would have been difficult for us to escape unscathed."

Lin Wan'er's knowledge of the bus was also very limited. Jiang Cheng told her about the mission, but as she listened, Lin Wan'er's expression changed.

"You said the person who issued the mission was an old woman, and she had a bag full of clay figures." Lin Wan'er raised her chin and asked with a frown.

"That's right," Jiang Cheng replied.

Lin Wan'er fell into deep thought.

"This person...do you know her?" Jiang Cheng asked tentatively.

Lin Wan'er shook her head, but the strangeness on her face was undeniable. She pursed her lips slightly and said, "I don't know her, but I've heard of someone who is very similar to her."

"Who?" Jiang Cheng pressed.

"Ni Po." Lin Wan'er introduced, "Also a high-level disciple, said to have the ability to bewitch people's hearts, and those who are bewitched by her will turn into clay figures and become her playthings."

After a pause, Lin Wan'er continued, "And her ability is not only useful against disciples, but even the ghosts behind ordinary disciple doors can't resist it."

"Ni Po..." Jiang Cheng thought of the bag of clay figures the old woman was carrying, and the five ghosts that had turned into clay figures, and took a deep breath, "It should be her, that's right."