For Luo He, he is qualified to know many secrets, whether it is in Crimson or in Night Watch.
After all, the two have the same origin.
But many times, he would selectively forget that past.
The members of Crimson were all selected from the 13 founding families of the Night Watch. After they first showed their talents, they were taken away from their families and went to live in a strange place.
There, they are not allowed to mention their past, family, or even their names...
The vivid faces are labeled with cold numbers. From 1 to 13, each unfamiliar number represents a person.
It was a cold, emotionless place where 13 children gathered together to train, study, and hone day after day...
A large four-story building contains all the growth of these children.
There is also a fenced-in courtyard outside. It is only possible to go for a walk in the courtyard if the weather is good and you have to behave well.
The building is lead gray, as is the surprisingly high wall, which looks like the face of an old man who has been dead for who knows how long.
They thought they were the only children here, until one day the door at the end of the corridor opened.
It was an iron door that looked full of stories. The old door shaft made a harsh friction sound. As it opened, the first thing to fall out was the rising dust.
Like some dusty box full of stories.
A pair of curious eyes opened wide, staring at the scene behind the iron door. There was not much space there, and it was a room like a confinement room.
There were no windows, just a hanging incandescent lamp.
A child about the same age as them was tied to a special iron bed. The iron bed was bulged at a weird angle, which made people uncomfortable to look at.
The child's body is covered with countless tubes, and there are various instruments next to it, with colorful lights on the instruments.
Seemingly sensing their gaze, the child slowly turned his head, revealing a pair of eyes from the gap in the restraints that fixed his head.
The moment their eyes met, these children watching suddenly felt a feeling they had never experienced before.
They seemed to be on the edge of a cliff, heads lowered, staring into the abyss.
This was their first meeting, and it ended in a very strange, even scary atmosphere. Several younger children fainted directly.
It was not until a long time later that they found out that the child's name was Zero.
Came earlier than they did.
And the place they were in, this small area enclosed by tall walls, was an orphanage.
Within the Night Watch, this is also a forbidden area. They call it...Area 13.
A reception center under the direct jurisdiction of the Night Watch Headquarters.
It is also here that they are forged to become the sharpest and most loyal sword in the Night's Watch organization.
"I keep watch in the dark night, hoping that more people will sing the praises of the dawn." Pi Ruan murmured, staring at the dancing candlelight.
"That's enough!" Luo He scolded. Although he always showed a calm face, he rarely lost his composure like this. He didn't like this sentence.
Because it reminds him of the past.
"Okay, okay, I'll just leave it alone." Rubbing his face, Pi Ruan put on that mean smile again, squinted and looked at Luo He, who had a cold face, "No. 3 , you didn’t come here just to reminisce about old times, tell me, what did you discover?”
"Liu Laizi is the former Japanese disciple and ancestor of Yamamoto." Luo He said: "I found Yoko and sneaked into her dream."
"In her subconscious, she also has a vague sense of familiarity with Liu Laizi, and..." He paused, "I also discovered something very interesting."
"Tell me about it." Pi Ruan became interested.
"Do you still remember the child in Yoko's hands?" Luo He asked meaningfully.
Pi Ruan frowned.
The next second, Luo He whispered: "Her child died two years ago. At that time, the influence of the Oriental people was still there. They gathered together and held a ceremony for the child."
As he spoke, Luo He opened the book and took out a sandwiched photo. The photo was full of age and the corners had turned yellow.
Above is a group of Oriental people wearing traditional clothes. The men are holding knives, and the women are leaning forward slightly, kneeling and sitting on both sides submissively.
Judging from the scene, the Japanese people who came here were all of high status, and among these high-status Japanese people, there stood a person facing each other.
Because of the angle, his face cannot be seen.
But it's definitely a man.
The man was holding a child in his arms. He was wearing weird and gorgeous clothes. His long skirt was dragging on the ground. People naturally formed a circle around him.
Even those arrogant Japanese men subconsciously lowered their heads to show respect when facing him.
"It's the great priest." Pi Ruan took the photo, and the strange and solemn scene on it immediately reminded him of this.
In a position relatively close to the priest, there was also the profile of a woman kneeling on the ground.
Staring at the photo, Pi Ruan recognized it and said solemnly: "It's Yoko."
From this point of view, the child held in the arms of the high priest and wrapped in white cloth must be Yoko's child.
Her baby is dead.
"Look at this one again." Luo He didn't pause, and then took out another photo.
It can be seen that the scene is similar, and it should have been shot on that day, but compared with the solemn and old-fashioned atmosphere before, the atmosphere at this time is much better.
His eyes slowly swept over the photo, and suddenly, Pi Ruan's eyes paused, as if some incredible guess in his heart had been confirmed, "It's really like this..."
The child who was originally held in his arms was now closely following the great priest. The two held hands and stepped up to a high platform at the same time.
It's not clear whether it's due to the light or some other reason, but this child looks very dark, almost like a shadow.
The surrounding Japanese people, both men and women, were more respectful than before. Some even knelt on the ground with their heads on the ground, as if they were celebrating the new king's accession to the throne.
The scene on the high platform is very blurry, as if there is a layer of fog, but if you look carefully, you can still see a little clearly through the fog.
It was a tall figure, much taller than a normal person, with thicker limbs. He stood upright in the mist, motionless, and the scene was very strange.
At this time, Pi Ruan had already guessed what was on the high platform.
That's a straw man.
A giant straw man like they had never seen before.
"This is a ceremony." Pi Ruan put down the photo and affirmed: "The child was dead before the ceremony started, but after the ceremony, he came back to life."
"Huh -" Luo He shook his head, staring at the candlelight in front of him with strange eyes, and the fire in his eyes danced, "More than that, this is not just a resurrection ceremony, but... inheritance."
"I checked that child's name." Luo He tilted his head and said, "He is also called Mr. Yamamoto."
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