Luo Yajun chased along the back door of the conference room to the underground parking garage. He broke the door lock with one shot, kicked open the heavy iron door, and a strange smell came over his face immediately.
The smell of blood came from the moist air, giving him a bad feeling.
Pushing open the door and walking into the basement, a chill immediately seemed to rush into the body from the floor, as if walking into another world.
The cold wind blew from nowhere, as if it brought whispers of ghosts and gods. All the lights in the underground space flickered, and the pale white light flickered rapidly.
The long and narrow shadows were cast on the walls and the floor, changing constantly as the lights flickered, like ghosts with teeth and claws.
Luo Yajun took two steps, and soon felt the sticky touch of the soles.
He lowered his head and found that the dark red blood had overflowed the sole of the boot at some point. The **** quagmire mixed with things from the human body is spreading, and he is in the middle of the quagmire.
He lifted his boots from the pool of blood, and walked in the direction from which the shadow was cast.
Then he saw Nagase Tomohiko, and several other bosses he was looking for.
It doesn't look like they're going anywhere.
They were hung from the ceiling by their own intestines.
All of these people were part of the underground world before their lives, but the end of their lives was horrible. Bloody bands protruded from their ripped bellies and hung them from the ceiling like dead pigs on hooks in a slaughterhouse.
The lights continued to flicker, and the pale light illuminated the pool of blood, like pale lightning piercing the sky.
The moment the light came on, Luo Yajun inadvertently caught a glimpse of a slender shadow standing beside him from the corner of his eyes.
A disheveled shadow, with messy hair covering half of his face, but the exposed mouth was being pulled to the ears in a creepy arc, showing a horrifying smile.
Luo Yajun turned his gun without saying a word, and swept past the bullets before he could see clearly. The muzzle flash illuminated the darkness between the flickering lights, smashing a convex reflector hanging from a load-bearing pole ahead with a clang.
But that direction was empty.
Luo Yajun frowned slightly.
Illusion?
Then he caught a glimpse of the reflector of the sports car parked beside him, and saw that infiltrating image again from the mirror, standing in a pool of blood and grinning lowly.
Without thinking, Luo Yajun turned his head and shot again. The bullet landed in a pool of blood and exploded, causing blood to splatter, but there was nothing in that direction.
The gunshots stopped, and the parking lot became silent again, only the ticking sound of blood dripping from the corpse hanging in mid-air.
Luo Yajun held his breath, his gaze continued to scan slowly.
Without any warning, his pupils narrowed and he noticed something, and he turned around suddenly, the horrified face was already very close at hand. The man was standing less than one step away from Luo Yajun, and the smile on his cracked mouth seemed to be mocking.
Luo Yajun immediately tried to turn the gun, but when he realized the barrel had been caught by the opponent. So he made a decisive decision, immediately abandoned the gun and drew out the pistol, aiming at the opponent's forehead with a single shot.
The impact detonated the gunpowder, and the metal bullet propelled by the explosion rushed out along the spiral texture, tearing the flesh, and carrying the contents and bone residue through the back of the man's head.
But the man didn't realize it, and with one finger, he poked towards Luo Yajun. His entire hand was soaked in blood, showing a shocking blood red.
Although the infected with a high degree of infection do not have the tenacity of pain and vitality, in most cases, they will still die from fatal headshots or piercing through the heart. But headshots seem to be ineffective on the man in front of him.
He avoided the opponent's grasp, grabbed the arm offered by the opponent, and twisted hard to try to remove it. But when he exerted his strength, he only felt that he encountered great resistance, and that arm was motionless as if it was made of steel.
Physical fitness is also above him.
The moment he realized this, the opponent's arm was thrown out suddenly. With just this one-arm sweep, Luo Yajun's whole body was thrown away by a huge force, and the window glass of the Chevrolet behind him was smashed into cracks with a "bang" sound from his back.
The strength is also amazing.
Luo Yajun stood up as fast as he could, only to see that the man had approached him again and grabbed his throat. The amazing grip made him feel like his throat was about to be crushed, and his hands instinctively grabbed the opponent's wrist desperately.
"You... are... Guan Ye?" Luo Yajun gritted his teeth and asked.
He had already guessed.
The crazily laughing man in front of him was probably Guan Ye who had accidentally witnessed the gang transaction at first, was poured into a concrete pile, and then mysteriously disappeared from it.
He is an infected person, and a very high degree of infection—maybe the experience of being besieged by gangsters stimulated the deepening of his infection. The powerful vitality of the infected kept him alive.
The loneliness of being alone, the depression of losing a job, and being kicked out of the house by the landlord, eating and sleeping in the open, and then being beaten and killed by a gangster by mistake...
All these experiences endowed him with huge negative emotions, and quickly deepened the infection, endowing him with incomparably powerful strength.
"No, I'm not." "Guan Ye" spoke with that grinning mouth, and there seemed to be a smile in his voice, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com "I'm not Guan Ye, and neither am I. anyone.
I am 'nothing'. "
"What?"
Luo Yajun still tried hard to pull away the opponent's arm, but that hand was too strong, and he seemed powerless.
"The thing people fear most, Detective Luo, is 'nothing', the uncertainty of the future. You force them to look at that, let them stare at the nothingness called life, trying to find meaning, and the result is nothing but One end."
He leaned in front of Luo Yajun, so close that the agent could even smell a **** rancid smell from the cracked smiling face.
"That is, they will go crazy."
He let out a series of strange laughter, and the flickering lights occasionally illuminated that **** smiling face.
"So that's what I'm here for. I'm the embodiment of that 'nothing', the thing that everyone fears. All that I've done, all this..."
He looked back at the miserable wretches who were hanging from the ceiling.
"...This is just a preliminary test I did to verify my ability. I think among all the boring people, you should be the one who can understand this best, right, Officer Luo?"
Luo Yajun didn't have time to think about what his words meant, and his brain couldn't continue thinking. His throat was in severe pain, his breathing seemed to be cut off, and his strength to struggle was getting weaker and weaker.
But just as his vision was gradually blurring, he suddenly saw... a bat.
The huge bat spread its huge wings and glides in this direction, with the sound of the wind flapping like wings.
"Guan Ye" was caught off guard by the swooping bat, and his whole body flew out.