Barrow opened his eyes and what came into view were white walls and various life monitoring devices.

The smell of disinfectant...

Probably in the hospital.

I didn't die? A feeling of relief for having survived a catastrophe came to my mind.

"You're awake."

The burly man came closer, glanced at him, and put the cup of water on the table beside him: "How do you feel?"

"It's you!"

Barrow recognized the person, the strange man who was pierced through the heart by the black tentacle but was completely unharmed.

"Let me introduce you." The sturdy man held out his hand: "Night Watchman Chris."

Night watchman? Barrow's eyes were full of doubt, and then he seemed to have thought of something, his eyes widened, and he suddenly sat up from the bed:

"How's the lab going?"

"There was a fire in the lab, and everything inside was burned." Chris shrugged.

"Don't worry, the investigation shows that this was an accident and the losses of the Billiton Group will be compensated by the insurance company."

“Hmm…”

He stroked his stubbled chin and said, "It seems the insurance company is also owned by the Billionaires Group."

"Accident?" Barrow looked surprised: "It's not that monster..."

"There are no monsters in this world." Chris smiled, "At least that's the way ordinary people see it."

"No monsters?" For a moment, Barrow almost thought that the experience of the past few days was just a dream, but in a flash he realized that it was not a dream, but something that really happened, and couldn't help asking:

"What's that on me?"

"A parasitic monster." Chris pulled a chair over and sat down. He took out a cigar from his pocket, cut it, and put it in his mouth: "It is said to be an alien creature. Who knows where it is?"

Parasite? Alien?

Barrow's eyes were dazed.

"Give."

Chris handed over a cup of water, and Barrow took it subconsciously. He felt a sinking sensation in his hand and then he clenched it tightly.

This scene made Chris' eyes flicker slightly.

"You've already been exposed to the other side of the world, so it doesn't hurt to tell you."

"Beyond the 'world' that ordinary people know, there are many 'things' that are difficult to explain with 'common sense'."

The cigar lit up, with curling smoke, and Chris's slow voice came from it:

"This world is very complicated, with all kinds of monsters, strange tools, mysterious and bizarre existences..."

“They survive in the cracks between humans.”

"The parasite attached to you is one of them. It is controlled by a mother body from a distance and has strength, speed, and recovery capabilities far beyond that of ordinary people."

"Parasitic monster?" Barrow subconsciously touched his neck, and only heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no injury. He asked, "If the monsters you mentioned are as strong as that thing, why do you still hide?"

"Because of us." Chris chuckled:

"Night Watch."

"We are the guardians of order, the nemesis of monsters, the defenders of humanity, and the defenders of history..."

"hey-hey……"

He held a cigar and chuckled:

“Does it give people a strong sense of mission?”

Well……

Barrow laughed dryly.

"Parasitic monsters are the lowest level monsters. Even ordinary people have a chance to deal with them." Chris sighed:

"A truly terrifying existence..."

"They can distort time, modify history, and deny common sense. Perhaps this world was created by a monster."

"Ah!" Barrow was stunned.

"Let's not talk about this for now." Chris waved his hand, dispersing the smoke in front of him, and said:

"Young man, you are about to graduate. Have you found a job that meets your expectations?"

"Professor Carl said that he could continue to employ me in the laboratory, or write a letter of introduction to a company under the Billionaires Group." Barrow said, "I should still work in scientific research."

"Not bad." Chris nodded:

"How much is your monthly salary?"

"Two thousand pounds."

"Are you interested in being a night watchman? The basic salary is 4,000 pounds. There are bonuses for going out on missions, and there are also rental subsidies. On average, the monthly income is 6,000, and this is after tax."

In Fast City, they are definitely a high-income group.

Barrow couldn't help but breathe faster, but when he thought about what he might come into contact with, his heart suddenly shuddered.

"never mind!"

"I'm just an ordinary person."

"Ordinary people?"

Chris took the cup of water from Barrow's hand and threw it gently to the ground.

"Bang!"

It was as if a weight of hundreds of pounds had fallen to the ground, and a dent was actually created on the hard floor mat.

"Ordinary people can't hold this thing."

* * * This is not a hospital, but an underground base of the Night Watch, that’s what Chris said.

Walking out of the room, there is a long corridor.

The entire passage is made of an unknown metal material, giving it a solid and indestructible feeling.

"Extraordinary abilities are usually inherited from bloodlines or acquired through contact with certain special items."

Chris said as he walked, "A very small part can be obtained through study and practice."

"Can learning give you extraordinary abilities?" Barrow looked surprised.

"certainly."

Chris nodded: "Supernatural powers are not something that only exist now. Some of the ancient paladins, magicians and the like were real."

"It's just that not everyone can acquire extraordinary abilities through learning. In fact, there are very few such people."

"The Night Watch has a legacy left by the Church hundreds of years ago, but only a very small number of people can practice it successfully."

"You?" Barrow nodded and asked, "Where did you get your ability from?"

"Some kind of strange thing." Chris shrugged.

"I accidentally swallowed something when I was a child, and then I gained the ability to control flesh and blood."

Controlling flesh and blood? Barrow looked at the other person's body and nodded thoughtfully.

Chris's strength, speed and recovery ability are extremely strong, and he can't even die if his heart is pierced.

This should also be the effect of special abilities.

"that!"

Pointing to the handsome blond man playing with a pen not far away, Chris said:

"Golden Retriever's ability is 'Weapon Link', which he inherited from his grandfather."

“Some abilities can be given to others.”

Weapon Link?

Barrow turned his head and saw the 'Golden Hair' nodded, and at the same time, the pen in his hand floated in the air and rotated around his body.

!

Oh my God! Barrow's eyes widened in amazement.

"Diana, telepathy, you can think of it as mind reading. Just by looking at each other, you can know what's in the other person's mind."

?

Barrow lowered his head subconsciously, which was met with a burst of laughter.

"Your ability is quite special. It was obtained through genetic modification, and it is also the current direction of the Night Watch's scientific research."

Chris said:

"Some people want to create an army of extraordinary people, but unfortunately..."

"Test your abilities first."

"Mr. Chris." Barrow said hurriedly, "I am just cooperating to test my abilities. I have no intention of joining the Night Watch."

"Of course." Chris chuckled.

But I don't agree with it in my heart.

It is a kind of iron rule that it is difficult for people who have been exposed to the other side of the world to return to the world of normal people.

Pretending to be an ordinary person means being an ordinary person?

Impossible!

Chris believed that Barrow would come here again sooner or later and become a member of the Night Watch.

(End of this chapter)