He lifted the quilt and revealed his sweaty head. A pair of eyes stared at the ceiling without blinking, as if the gray wall hid the direction of fate.
Yes!
The direction of fate had been changed!
Last night!
His mind was still filled with scenes from last night. First, he came out of the warehouse, hid the mask he took off in his arms, and walked back to the dormitory. Then, when he got up at night to go to the bathroom, a low voice suddenly called his name from behind the corridor.
He turned around and saw a strange mask. The mask was surrounded by black patterns, but in the middle was a touch of white, like an eye gradually surrounded by darkness.
He was shocked, but he didn't overreact because he immediately realized that this was a member of the Freemasonry. Sure enough, he heard the voice behind the mask in the next second. "You want to join the Freemasonry and become an official member?"
"Yes, I hope so!" He replied without hesitation. When he thought of the scene in the evening, the blood in his body seemed to be restless again.
"Very well, put on your mask and follow me!" As the voice said so, he even held back his pee. He returned to the dormitory, picked up the mask without alerting anyone, and followed out.
They walked in the shadows all the way to the area where the sergeants lived without being discovered by anyone. Thanks to the lax internal management, they climbed in through an unlatched window on the first floor.
There was some light dust in the room, indicating that the owner of the room hadn't been back for some time. Each sergeant lived in a room alone, and the masked man who brought him was clearly aware that the owner of the room wasn't there.
At that moment, Di Flett seemed to realize something. He looked at the back of the figure in front of him and felt an inexplicable tremor in his heart.
The masked man stopped and seemed to feel his panic. Then, he turned around and asked him a few questions. His tone was very calm, but it seemed to have some kind of convincing power that calmed Di Flett's emotions.
He answered his question. The question was very simple. It was the meaning of the Freemasonry's existence. He listened very attentively in the evening, and every word was deeply engraved in his memory.
His answer wasn't wrong at all!
"We are each other's sharpest sword and toughest shield!" His expression was also covered by the mask, but he knew that he must have been excited at that moment. This sentence gave him an inexplicable strength.
"Then, are you willing to save one of your companions from the abyss with blood and death?" The masked man followed up with another question.
Di Flet realized that this was a test, an official test for him to join the Freemasonry. He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took two deep breaths because he had a premonition of what would happen next. He wasn't hesitating. He was strengthening his will.
"I'm willing!" Di Flet said.
What happened next was different from what he expected. He followed the masked man to the door of a room on the second floor. The masked man took out something that looked like a thin needle and unlocked the door.
He closed the door behind him. The room was dark and empty. The masked man asked him to stand at the door and handed him a dagger.
"When someone comes back, kill him!"
Di Flet took the cold dagger and leaned his back against the equally cold wall. He replied in a hoarse voice, "Okay!"
He was a soldier who had joined the Marine for only two years. During that time, he had participated in a total of nine operations to hunt down pirates. He performed very well among the Marine soldiers. He had killed a total of 24 pirates in nine missions. He remembered it all, even though none of these military merits were credited to him in the end. Otherwise, he would have become a petty officer long ago.
It couldn't be helped. He didn't know how to flatter and liked to talk back. If it wasn't for his outstanding ability, he would have been sent to some corner to eat dust. However, he naturally didn't have to think about military merits anymore. All the dangerous missions were assigned to him, and all he got in return was more and more scars on his chest.
His heart was full of hatred, but he had never given in to those scum. He was Di Flet, a real Marine. Today, he was going to kill a petty officer in a Marine uniform with his own hands?
His hands were stained with the blood of pirates, but he had never wielded his sword against a Marine.
"No, a Marine uniform doesn't deserve to be called a Marine. The one I'm going to kill is just a scum like my superior." Di Flet firmly said to himself. He didn't need the masked man to tell him that the petty officer in this room was a bastard. There was no need at all. Since they were targeted by the "Freemasonry", they naturally had their own way to die. What he had to do was to pass the test and become an official member of the Freemasonry. Also, he had to save his comrade who had fallen into the abyss.
That's right, comrade!
Di Flet knew that when he passed the test, his comrade would regain his courage. He would be the same as Csónitz. He would also take off the mask on his face at some point, become a part of the Freemasonry, and find the meaning of his existence for the rest of his life.
Chi …
The door lock turned. Di Flet saw a tall Marine push the door open and walk in.
The other party didn't notice that there was someone in the room. He habitually reached for the switch next to him without any vigilance. Di Flet held his breath. The moment the other party's finger was about to touch the switch, he suddenly stabbed with his sword.
Chi!
The sharp blade pierced into the other party's shoulder. The entire front end of the dagger was buried in. At the last moment, his hand shook uncontrollably and slightly missed the stab. He clenched his teeth and immediately pulled out the sword. Hot blood splattered and dyed the other party's navy uniform red. The medal on the other party's shoulder indicated that he was a second lieutenant.
The second lieutenant turned pale with fright and wanted to scream for help in pain. Then, a palm gently clasped his chin from behind, and with a crunching sound, his entire jaw joint was dislocated. The scream was swallowed back into his throat. Di Fuli deliberately recognized that the masked man was helping him.
He only removed the second lieutenant's voice function and withdrew his hand to watch the show. He had no intention of intervening. Di Flet let out a sigh of relief. This was his own test. He looked at the second lieutenant again. There was no longer any hesitation in his eyes. It was full of bone-chilling killing intent.
The second lieutenant was horrified. He turned around and wanted to run, but the masked man caught up to him. He quickly waved his arm and stabbed three times into the second lieutenant's body. He pulled out the dagger. The second lieutenant's legs were weak and he fell to the ground. His body was lying in a pool of blood. His head was still turning stiffly, trying to see the face of the person who killed him.
"Throw the dagger on the ground. Leave the rest to me. Go back and wash the blood off your body. Do what you have to do the next day."
Di Flet knew that he had passed the test. He couldn't help but show joy on his face. He looked at the strange mask in front of him and asked, "Who are you?"
"You will know in the future. For now, you can temporarily call me the gatekeeper!" The voice under the black and white mask was deep and indifferent.
The monotonous voice was like an eternal night, but it contained the power of light. Di Flet firmly remembered this voice in his heart.
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