A few minutes later, Chu Cheng had already followed Luo Yajun on the passenger plane returning to the ground.
As far as Chu Cheng understands, this flight is probably equivalent to a shuttle bus. It will depart at the designated time and send the people on the mothership to the designated ground base.
This made him feel even more annoyed by the idea of turning the headquarters into a flying graveyard, which would make commuting on the ground inconvenient.
However, Luo Yajun also told him that most of the employees on the mothership live here for a long time and rarely leave the ship. If the agents have urgent missions, they will also be assigned a special flight, so they don't have to wait for the shuttle bus.
Chu Cheng also reported that this time the formalities had to be carried out on the mother ship, and he would not need to come here often in the future.
When they arrived at the ground base, the off-road vehicle Luo Yajun had applied for was already in place. The two drove out of the base and drove all the way towards Jiangdu.
Luo Yajun had already lit up his cigarette before he got into the car and his buttocks were still warm. He opened the window, leaned in the seat, puffed away some smoke and hummed a tune.
He tried to hand one to Chu Cheng again: "Want one?"
"I really can't." Chu Cheng shook his head.
Chu Cheng does not smoke, drink or perm his hair. He is a good young man. Apart from staying up late sometimes and sometimes showing off with his hands, Chu Cheng has no other bad habits. Even the guy selling wolfberry downstairs said he is very healthy.
"They say smoking is harmful to health." Luo Yajun said, taking another puff nonchalantly, spitting the smoke ring out the window, and then continued with a smile, "But it doesn't matter.
If I have learned anything in the first half of my life, I think this should be the most important - carpe diem.
You never know which one will come first, tomorrow or the accident, so it’s better to live well today.”
"The money is still there, but the people are gone." Chu Cheng said.
"Pfft, haha, that's a brilliant summary." Luo Yajun was convinced.
"It's not insightful, it's fart..."
"What?"
"Oh, it's nothing." Chu Cheng changed the subject, "I mean, where are we going this time?"
"Find an informant." Luo Yajun said concisely and clearly, "We have identified a possible source of impulsive infection, and now we are going..."
"What is an impulsive source of infection?" Chu Cheng asked without understanding.
"By the way, you don't know about the source of infection yet." Luo Yajun then remembered, "Well... let me tell you briefly. There are many types of sources of infection.
For example, a vector-type infection source. This source is usually an object, which may be a pen, a cigarette, a sculpture, a portrait, or anything. This type of vector will infect nearby targets, but it does not
One target can infect another target."
Chu Cheng thought of the sculpture in the Klein Building conference room.
"For another example, what we are dealing with this time should be an impulsive source of infection." Luo Yajun continued, "This kind of source of infection is often a living organism.
The reason why it is called this is because this type of infection source cannot infect other individuals in its normal state. It is only possible to infect nearby targets when its mood swings are large and its negative emotions are strong, and the intensity of its infection ability is also related to negative emotions."
Chu Cheng thought of the couple who had a quarrel at school.
"So, just like that time in our school? When they quarreled, their negative emotions rose, which infected the people around them..."
"That's right." Luo Yajun said, "But that incident at your school was just a small incident. The source of infection was not strong and the infection level was very low. It will recover quickly... Oh, by the way, that's it."
He showed a serious expression.
"The infection level of students like those is very low and can easily return to normal. But once it exceeds 50%, it is hopeless." Luo Yajun said, "And once it exceeds 80%, unless we are special people, otherwise as that person
The consciousness is already dead.
Infected people with an infection level of more than 80% are no longer human beings, but have become something else. This must be kept in mind at all times, and they cannot be treated as human beings. This is a bloody lesson."
Chu Cheng smelled the flavor of the story. He guessed that something might have happened behind the "bloody lesson", but Luo Yajun had no intention of continuing.
"Let's first take a look at the target we are looking for this time."
As he spoke, he took out a photo from the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it to Chu Cheng. Chu Cheng picked it up and took a look, what a good guy, he has a labor camp hairstyle, a round head and a round body, and his belly is exposed under the tight T-shirt.
A big gold chain just doesn’t have the words “not to be trifled with” written on its face.
Chu Cheng heard people say that he wore a gold chain in his early days so that he could sell it for emergency use when he ran away one day. Later, it gradually developed into a standard item. However, looking at the photo, this guy’s chain has faded, so he must not be able to sell it.
How much money.
"Shao Risheng, a member of a local gang. This guy's gang has killed several people in the front line. So this time we have to go and find out the situation.
If there is indeed something wrong with them, then deal with it."
"What if not?" Chu Cheng asked.
"No? Of course it's none of our business." Luo Yajun said matter-of-factly.
When Chu Cheng thought about it, it seemed to be the case. Their organization built on the flying graveyard was essentially a lunatic asylum, only lunatics were allowed to commit crimes.
This pattern reminded him of the famous tax agency of a certain ugly country in his previous life.
Murder? Excuse me. It's okay. You can do it yourself.
tax evasion?
You're finished. God can't protect you even if he comes today, I said so.
"Unless we encounter any major murder-related clues and evidence during the investigation, and only we have it," Luo Yajun added.
"Oh? In this case, we will make an exception to investigate?"
"No." Luo Yajun smiled while holding a cigarette, "We call the police."
Chu Cheng: "..."
Okay, that sounds reasonable.
After driving for about half an hour, Luo Yajun parked his car opposite a bar.
Chu Cheng looked up through the car window and saw that the sign hanging above had the words "Qiao Qie's Bar" written in neon lights, and some of the strokes seemed to flicker on and off due to poor contact.
"Right here?" Chu Cheng asked.
"It should be. This is one of their dens. According to the intelligence, Shao Risheng is here."
Luo Yajun unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, but stopped Chu Cheng from getting out of the car.
"Just stay here and wait for me." He said, "I'm going to ask them a few friendly questions and I'll be back soon."
He deliberately emphasized the word "friendly" very strongly. Chu Cheng seemed to understand something, so he didn't say anything, just nodded and stayed in the car obediently.
He sat in the car and watched as the agent lit up another cigarette and put it in his mouth, then walked across the street to the bar opposite.
Chu Cheng sat bored for a few minutes. Not long after, he heard a shrill wailing from the bar opposite. The shrillness of the sound was reminiscent of the ancient classic animation "Tom and Jerry" in which Tom was caught in the door and blasted by firecrackers.
The heart-rending cry of a wasp when stung.
What followed was the sound of fighting, the sound of heavy objects being thrown to the ground, the sound of glass being smashed, and even the deafening sound of gunshots.
A moment later, a glass side of the bar facing the street was smashed into pieces with a clang, and a chubby guy crashed through the glass and rolled out, groaning on the sidewalk like a dead pig.
The door of the bar was pushed open again, and Agent Luo Yajun walked out while adjusting his clothes, still holding the cigarette in his mouth. When he opened the door, Chu Cheng could vaguely catch a glimpse of the mess inside and the objects lying everywhere.
Yes people.
Luo Yajun walked slowly to the man lying on the ground, turned him over, put one foot on his chest, and said slowly: "Okay, Mr. Shao. Are you willing to talk now?"