"Where to?" Number Two asked, retracting his gaze.

The boy in the passenger seat yawned, slouching in his seat, and reluctantly said, "Number Two, what are you talking about? Where else would we go? Of course, back to…"

Before he could finish, the boy stopped, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. Suddenly, he froze. There was someone in the back seat.

No, not someone, but… Wu! (Nothingness)

When had it arrived? Why hadn't he sensed it at all? The boy felt every pore on his body open, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

Although he didn't sense any killing intent from Wu, its silent appearance in the car was a direct warning. The boy had no doubt that it could easily kill Number Two, and him as well.

If it wanted to.

"Left." A word appeared on the windshield.

Without hesitation, Number Two turned the steering wheel to the left, driving the car into a pitch-black alley. From here, Jiang Cheng's studio was no longer visible. The boy's heart couldn't help but race.

An astonishing pressure emanated from Wu. Even if it didn't seem intentional, its strength wouldn't allow it to be subtle. The pressure crashed against the boy's fragile body like waves, threatening to crush him.

Number Two killed the engine. The dark car blended into the dark alley. The rain poured down. The car was eerily silent. No one spoke.

The boy didn't dare move too much. The surrounding atmosphere was too intense, as if something terrible had to happen in the car to justify the downpour.

In contrast, Number Two seemed much more relaxed. He pulled out a half-empty pack of cigarettes from his pocket, stuck one in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep drag. The sound of the tobacco burning fiercely was strangely calming.

"Don't mind us," Number Two shrugged, leaning back comfortably in his seat. "We mean no harm."

Number Two was a sensible guy, which reassured the boy. If Number Six were here, they would probably be drawing swords and fighting at the slightest disagreement.

Like Number Two, the boy didn't turn around. Instead, he tried to communicate with Wu through the rearview mirror. He swallowed carefully and said politely, "He's right, we don't mean any harm. Don't be nervous."

"We just came to see if you're doing well," the boy added.

Now they were certain that Wu had devoured Xia Tan's door. Strange bloody marks had appeared on its body, and an aura of despair emanated from the marks, as if about to burst its body.

The boy was afraid that Wu would suddenly lose its mind and attack him and Number Two. After all, in Wu's eyes, the two doors within their bodies were definitely a feast. The kind that was being freely offered to its mouth.

Fortunately, the maddening silence didn't last too long. Soon, another line of words appeared on the windshield: Where is that woman?

It was asking about Lin Wan'er.

"The Director is over here!"

But the next second, a slightly awkward scene occurred. The boy pointed confidently to the right, while Number Two pointed to the left.

Just as the boy's forehead veins were throbbing, thinking that Wu was about to lose its temper, another line of words appeared: Don't bother me. This is the last time.

Gu Yao The next second, the car door opened, and Wu walked out.

Before the two could react, Wu's figure disappeared into the rain.

It wasn't until much later that the boy seemed to come back to life, gasping for breath. It was the first time he had experienced such suffocating pressure.

"Number Two," the boy said, slumping in his seat, his forehead covered in sweat. "It really succeeded. Number Four's prediction… came true."

Compared to the boy's relief, Number Two's expression was even worse than before. "It's too early to say that. That door isn't so easy to control. It's already on the verge of collapse." He paused, then continued, "Just now, it had the intention to kill us at least twice. It wanted to seize our doors, but it held back every time at the last moment." It was clear that he was also puzzled by Wu's behavior.

"It's because of the Director," the boy said suddenly, looking at the words on the windshield.

Number Two immediately looked at him.

"It's giving the Director face, that's why it didn't attack us." The boy lowered his voice, as if he were a different person, a faint light shining in his eyes. "To be precise, it's because of Zero's sake. It can sense Zero's feelings for the Director. Number Four was right, Wu won't attack Zero. Imperceptibly, it's being influenced and changed by Zero."

"Let's go back," Number Two said, throwing away the already extinguished cigarette. He was about to start the car, but the boy stopped him.

"Not so fast," the boy said. "There are some things I want to talk to you about."

"About the Director sending you to monitor me?" Number Two touched his cowboy hat, grinned silently, and said, "It's no big deal. Just follow the Director's orders."

"Now that we've spoken openly, I won't beat around the bush. The Director wants to find out who the Night Watcher planted as a mole within our Crimson. It's not just you who's being monitored. Number One, Number Three, even Number Six, are all within the scope of surveillance," the boy said calmly. "So you don't need to feel unbalanced."

"Judging from the previous incidents, someone among us has indeed leaked information, and this person is of a very high level. Number Five was ambushed during a mission. Apart from you few, no one else knew about this," the boy continued.

"You can tell me all this, so my suspicion can be cleared?" Number Two asked, completely nonchalant.

"I think so," the boy said in an official tone.

As for the reason, the boy didn't explain, and Number Two didn't bother asking.

"Number Six's suspicion can also be ruled out," Number Two said, wiping away the words Wu had left on the windshield, as if he found them an eyesore.

"That's right," the boy said, straightening his collar and sitting up straight. "Judging from Number Seven being seriously injured by the Night Watcher, Number Six definitely wouldn't be the one leaking information."

"Then that only leaves Number One and Number Three." At this point, Number Two's expression suddenly became serious. The truth after the mystery was revealed was undoubtedly cruel. Number Two didn't want to see either of them being the culprit.

"Number Three's suspicion can also be ruled out," the boy said, exhaling slowly. "He was dispatched by the Director to carry out a top-secret operation. The operation was leaked again. They were besieged by the Night Watcher. Number Eight was injured, and Number Three was almost killed."

"Fortunately, the Director had made arrangements in advance, otherwise we would have had to hold another funeral," the boy continued.

"Who did it?" Number Three's strength was clear to him. To be able to defeat both Number Three and Number Eight at the same time, Number Two was curious who the Night Watcher had sent.