Nightmare Attack

Red, still red.

Blood red.

The whole world seemed to be soaked in blood, exuding a strong smell of blood. His vision was very blurry, like a short-sighted person taking off his glasses.

He didn't know where this was, and he had never been to a place like this.

The uneasiness was fermenting. This had nothing to do with ability. It was more like a human instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. His subconscious told him that this place was very dangerous, very dangerous.

He tried to take a step forward, and the feeling under his feet made his heart tighten. The soil under his feet seemed to be soaked with blood, and it had a sticky texture when he stepped on it.

Like a swamp that can swallow people up.

He activated his ability, and what he saw now was the scene that happened before No. 10 died, but not all of it. He could only see part of it, or even just fragments.

Now only two things can be confirmed on the 13th.

First, he has never been here before.

Second, there seems to have been an extremely brutal battle here.

He gritted his teeth and trudged step by step. He had not seen any useful information, not even No. 10. He was unwilling to give up like this.

And...he only has this chance. This kind of spying can only be used once on the same person.

As time passed, the huge pressure gradually made him unable to think, and his vision gradually darkened. He knew that he was about to reach his limit. Suddenly, the blood mist in front of him dispersed, and the sight revealed made him tremble.

found it!

He saw a figure with its back to him, kneeling on the ground on one knee. His body was much stronger than ordinary people. Just looking at the back gave him a sense of security that he had not seen for a long time.

It’s No. 10, you can’t go wrong!

But before he could get closer and take a closer look, No. 10's body trembled in the next second, and then a blade stabbed out of No. 10's back. In an instant, a large amount of blood gushes out.

"No!" No. 13's eyes were cracked. At this moment, he had forgotten that he was just a passer-by in this world, unable and unable to change everything.

No. 10's body trembled for a moment before falling to the ground.

he died.

Really dead.

The 13th is confirmed.

The strong stimulation of the picture instantly defeated No. 13's psychological defense. He overestimated himself after all. The next second, he lost consciousness. At the last moment before losing consciousness, he vaguely saw a line of light in front of No. 10's body. The dark figure in Mohu knelt down on one knee.

It's very similar to the action before No. 10.

…

"call--"

"call--"

A black car parked on the side of the road, blending perfectly into the night and making it inconspicuous.

There was a constant sound of dull breathing echoing in the car.

The sound of breathing became increasingly rapid and disturbing.

Until...the boy lying across the back seat suddenly opened his eyes.

"call--"

"call--"

The boy was sweating profusely, and his slightly shrunken penis was full of uneasiness. Before he could speak, a deep voice came from the driver's seat, "You're awake, how do you feel?"

No. 2 had been guarding him for a long time. Just now in the studio, No. 13 held No. 10's hand. In just a few seconds, he passed out. His face was very hot, as if he was overusing his brain.

He knew that No. 13 must have seen something important.

"No. 10...where are they?" No. 13 raised his head and asked in a hoarse voice that did not belong to his age. His memory was still in the studio, and there was a gap in his memory.

"When I saw you passed out, I found a reason to take you away." No. 2 turned his head and stared at No. 13's face through the reversing mirror, his eyes full of worry, "Tell me, what did you see? "

"I didn't see his face clearly, but I'm sure that this man is not from the Night Watch, he is someone we are familiar with, and he is right next to us!" No. 13 had a very bad look on his face, "His figure feels very familiar to me. ”

No. 2 was much calmer than No. 13. He signaled No. 13 not to panic and said slowly, "Did you see the scene where No. 10 was killed?" No. 2 asked in a low voice.

"I saw it."

"Location?"

No. 13 shook his head, "I don't know it. It seems like there was a war there. Everything was destroyed. The whole world is blood red, and the ground under your feet is soaked in blood."

"Our world will not have such a place, it should be in the mission world." No. 2 analyzed calmly, "The mission that can kill No. 10 is within the domain of the old president, that bus!"

"You mean...in one of their next missions?" No. 13 seemed to understand something and nodded, "What you said makes sense. This idea is correct."

No. 2 pondered for a moment, then continued: "What else did you see? How was No. 10 killed? Do you remember?"

"Knife, he was stabbed through the heart by a knife. The blade broke through his body and stabbed out from the back. The knife was fatal." Recalling the scene at that time, No. 13's body couldn't help but tremble, as if it was not No. 10 who was killed. , but him.

"Knife..." No. 2 fell into deep thought. There were too many people around them who used knives. No. 1 and No. 6 were all masters. Even No. 8 was very good at playing with knives.

There is also Wu who is guarding Zero and No. 10. His sword is impressive.

And although No. 10 was killed with a knife, this does not mean that the murderer must be good at using knives, or that the knife may have been picked up. In short, such clues are too thin.

"What kind of knife, long knife, short knife, scimitar, or something similar to a dagger?" No. 2 was trying his best to narrow down the scope of suspects.

But this time, No. 13 shook his head and showed a painful expression, "I don't know, I didn't see clearly. I fainted as soon as No. 10 fell down."

As soon as he finished speaking, No. 13 took a deep breath. When he raised his head again, his whole feeling changed. No. 2 immediately frowned. He seemed to know what this kid-looking guy was going to do.

"Don't be like this, let's think of other ways." No. 2 turned around and grabbed No. 13's arm, with a rare anxious look on his face.

No. 13 smiled and patted No. 2's arm gently. Seeing that he had no intention of letting go, he couldn't help but sigh, "No. 2, I know you are doing it for my own good, but now... I don't have time."

"No. 10 has done so much for us. Now that he is in trouble, it's time for us to help him."

"And you don't have to worry too much about me. I'm destined to die. Maybe I'll be lucky and I'll be able to identify the murderer the first time, don't you think?" No. 13 grinned, looking very optimistic.

Now that the words have reached this point, No. 2 also understood No. 13's determination. His fingers trembled a few times and finally let go. "Be careful, I will stay here and won't go anywhere."