Luo Yajun never believed in stories about ghosts and ghosts.
This seems a bit strange for a Secret Service Branch 9 agent. After all, he deals with many strange incidents all day long, and all kinds of supernatural phenomena are commonplace for his profession.
Having lived in such an environment for a long time, he could deny the existence of ghosts without blinking an eye. This feels like a certain president of Dragon Cancer, a serious card addict, who has witnessed with his own eyes everything including but not limited to mental manipulation, soul extraction, and the Pharaoh of three thousand years.
After a series of supernatural events such as corpse fraud, he still firmly believes in science.
Luo Yajun never believed in the afterlife. He believed that what is left after death is only a void, a darkness that can never be illuminated again. Tombstones and sacrifices are comforts left to the living, but for the dead, they have nothing.
Can't feel it.
So when he wielded a shovel and dug up the grave of a girl who had been dead for twenty years, he didn't feel anything wrong.
Lin Yi was still alive, he had almost determined it. He didn't know how exactly, maybe the infected appeared earlier than they thought. And he felt that there was a high possibility that Lin Yi was that person.
Shapeshifter.
The past encounters cast a huge shadow on her. The trauma could not be erased by time, but distorted her mind. Maybe the darkness created by this experience gave birth to her phantom, maybe it was herself. In short, she faked
She sneaked into the Nine Division's mothership in the guise of agent Chen Meiyue. She was the member of the Dead Men who slipped through the net.
A drizzle fell in the sky, and the evening breeze brought a slight chill. It was not the ordinary cold, but a more piercing touch, brought by a cold wind blowing from the countless tombstones in the cemetery, as if
Brought the whispers of countless ghosts.
He noticed a faint aroma filling the air.
Some kind of floral scent?
Maybe it comes from some unknown wildflower in the weeds.
After the last shovel fell, Luo Yajun opened the coffin.
"You shouldn't have done this."
A clear and ethereal voice sounded, with a hint of sadness.
Luo Yajun suddenly raised his head and saw a girl.
Wearing a small yellow skirt and round-toed black leather shoes, she stood among countless tombstones, with countless sorrows in her eyes.
It only took Luo Yajun a few seconds to recognize it. It was Lin Yi, who looked the same as in the photo.
She was indeed right. She is still alive, and she is the shape-shifter...
But the next second he was stunned again.
wrong.
The girl in the photo is Lin Yi from more than ten years ago, when she was only fifteen years old.
So even if she is still alive, how can she look the same as she did so many years ago?
But in just a blink of an eye, when I came back to my senses, the girl was gone.
He lowered his head and found that the coffin board had been opened by himself, and there was a dry skeleton inside.
Judging from the size, it looks like she is indeed Lin Yi. It seems that she has been sleeping here honestly and has not gone anywhere. Her lying posture looks a bit unnatural.
So was what I just saw an illusion? Or...
boom.
The sound of gunshots echoed over the silent cemetery.
It was the sound of a shotgun, and the sound came from behind, and unfortunately the source of the sound was very close to him. The tiny shrapnel penetrated Luo Yajun's back and passed through his heart, making him stagger at his feet.
He was ambushed.
The moment Luo Yajun reacted, his hand had transformed into the form of a gun. He turned around as quickly as possible, but the next shot had already hit him in the chest.
Countless shrapnel hit him again, blood spattered out, and the clothes on his chest were soaked into blood red.
He staggered back under the impact, stepped into the hole he had just dug, and fell headlong into the opened coffin.
This fall made his whole head feel dizzy. He tried to stand up, but his whole body couldn't use any strength, and his hands and feet couldn't be used.
It's just that being shot simply shouldn't be a problem. As a special person, his physique is at the top level among all agents in the Ninth Division.
Even though those two shots just seemed to have given him a lot of pleasure, to Luo Luo, a mere fatal injury was nothing to worry about. Normally, the guy would have turned around and risked his life.
Although it is not said to have no impact at all, it will never affect his actions so seriously.
He quickly thought of the strange aroma he had just smelled, and the image of the girl he saw immediately after smelling the smell.
Some kind of hallucinogen? Or maybe some other neuro-disrupting drug...
Before he could muster the strength to stand up, the huge coffin board was closed. The starry sky was blocked, and with a thunderous and dull noise, he was sealed in this small coffin.
With the owner of the coffin.
For a moment, a thought flashed through his mind - this is it.
The destination he has been looking for, the place where he will sleep forever one day.
In fact, there is nothing wrong with it. After all, if he had followed the original plan, he would have died long ago, accompanying his old partner Brooke. As of now, no one will miss him even if he is alive, and no one will regret him if he is dead.
It's really nice here, and it even saves the effort of digging a grave for burial. He is a person who hates formality and trouble. His only regret may be that he will have to occupy this girl's room for a long time in the future...
In the darkness, he felt a rough hand on his arm. He turned his head and saw that it was the skeleton lying in the coffin.
Its fleshless hand gripped him tightly, and its empty, dark eye sockets seemed to be praying to him silently.
help me.
Luo Yajun gently closed his eyes.
He suddenly began to feel that he couldn't tell what was real and what was hallucination.
"I'm sorry, kid."
he said softly.
"very very sorry."
"..."
Well, maybe it's not the time yet.
Whether alive or dead, maybe no one will miss him. But not today, not now, this is not the destination he is looking for.
He still has work to do.
He is still losing blood. The wound is healing, but much slower than usual, possibly due to the influence of hallucinogens.
It may be for the same reason that Luo Yajun found that his abilities were not so useful for the time being. He tried several times but could not transform the tools he needed, as if his body was refusing to accept his command.
So all he could rely on were the most primitive tools.
fist.
He rolled over and lay down on his back, punching the heavy wooden board in front of him again and again. Dust fell into the sarcophagus with each punch.
Soon both of his fists were cracked, and his knuckles were bloody and bloody. His arms were as if they were filled with lead, and every punch was extremely heavy.
But he didn't stop, and kept punching one after another, pumping his fist mechanically and stubbornly.
His consciousness gradually blurred, but even if every bone in his body resisted, his movements still did not stop. His eyes were dark, and only the sound of his fists hitting the wooden board kept ringing in his ears, which sounded increasingly louder and darker.
Coming farther and farther away, like coming from another world.
He felt lost and couldn't find his direction. It was as if his consciousness had been drawn into a huge whirlpool and was being washed to the other side of the world along the rapid current.
Until someone held his hand.
A strong hand was like a life-saving straw appearing in the hands of a drowning person, or like a beacon found by a lost ship in the wind and rain. In an instant, he found his direction in the darkness. The hand exerted force suddenly,
He was pulled out of the whirlpool, straight up into the clouds, out of the water, and returned to reality.
When his vision returned, Luo Yajun found himself kneeling on the ground beside the tomb, coughing violently.
"What happened, Agent Luo?"
The familiar low and weird voice felt particularly friendly at this time. He raised his head and saw Batman standing next to him in the darkness.
Luo Yajun can't remember when it started. But whenever things get bad, you will hope that this elusive guy is here.
The gloomy and dark shape looked particularly strange against the background of this cemetery, but just looking at such a gloomy guy made Luo Yajun feel unprecedentedly at ease.
It was a sense of security that he had never felt with anyone else in his life. It was as if as soon as he saw this bat with its pointed ears, all the tense nerves in his body relaxed involuntarily, and all the instincts in his body were...
Tell him it's okay.
"You won't believe it, Bat."
Luo Yajun tried to stand up, but his legs and feet were still numb at the moment. So after two consecutive failed attempts, he gave up and temporarily sat on the ground to wait for his strength to recover.
He took a deep breath and recounted exactly what Chen Meiyue told him and what he found out.
Batman walked to the edge of the pit and looked at the bones lying in the coffin below.
"This is the grave of the child named Lin Yi. Maybe it would be safer to conduct a DNA test, but my intuition tells me that she is that child..."
"If you say this is the child."
Batman looked directly at the corpses in the pit and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Then who is this next to you?"
Luo Yajun was stunned for a moment.
At this time, he had regained some feeling in his legs and feet. He reluctantly stood up, staggered to Batman's side, and looked into the deep pit.
Then he also saw. In the deep pit, what appeared to be a girl's bones lying in the coffin, and there was actually a skeleton next to it, which looked to be the size of an adult.
Luo Yajun rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling that his head was still a little dizzy.
He was surprised that he didn't notice this when he first dug the hole. If it weren't for the influence of hallucinogens, then he would really have to seriously consider his eyesight problem.
"To be honest, I'm starting to get a little confused."
"The DNA comparison results are out, sir."
At this time, Friday spoke up. With her assistance, it became much more efficient to extract DNA, scan and match.
"The girl's bones are indeed Lin Yi's. During the investigation of her case, the Public Security Bureau extracted her DNA, and the data was kept on file.
The DNA of the skeleton next to it also found a match, but the data involved top secrets from Secret Service 9."
"who is it?"
Friday displayed the search results in a small window on the side of the screen in front of Chu Cheng.
"She is Agent Chen Meiyue."
There was a pause on Friday.
"Has been dead for over a year."
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No mole py time~
The new work "The Holy Book of Blood" by Wanding author Ke Bang
Standing before you is:
overseer and protector of darkness,
The subverter and reshaper of order,
The creator and persecutor of dog-licking,
Tea master, goddess of the night, nightmare of the gods and gravedigger,
The True Ancestor of Blood——Charlotte de Castel.
Accompany with madness, live with blood, join hands with curse, and walk with destruction.