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 suddenly hit his face.
The humid air carried the smell of blood, giving him an unpleasant premonition.
When I opened the door and walked into the basement, a chill immediately seemed to rush into my body from the floor, as if I had entered another world.
The cold wind blew from nowhere, as if it brought the whispers of ghosts and gods. All the lights in the underground space flickered on and off, and the pale white light flickered rapidly.
Long and narrow shadows were cast on the walls and floors, constantly changing as the lights flickered out, like ghosts baring their teeth and claws.
Luo Yajun took two steps and soon felt the sticky feel of the soles.
He lowered his head and realized that the bright red blood had already covered the soles of his boots at some point. The bloody quagmire mixed with things from the human body was spreading, and he was in the middle of the quagmire.
He lifted his boots from the pool of blood and walked in the direction where the shadow was cast.
Then he saw Tomohiko Nagase and several other leaders he was looking for.
It doesn't look like they're going anywhere.
They were hung from the ceiling by their own intestines.
These were all figures in the underground world during their lives, but their lives were horrific at the end. Bloody ribbons extended from their torn abdominal cavities and hung them from the ceiling, like dead pigs on hooks in a slaughterhouse.
The lights continued to flicker out, and the pale light illuminated the pool of blood, like pale lightning streaking across 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 eye.
A disheveled shadow, with messy hair covering half of his face, but the exposed mouth was pulled to the base of his ears in a creepy arc, revealing a horrifying smile.
Without saying a word, Luo Yajun turned the gun and swiped the bullets before anyone could see them clearly. The fire from the muzzle illuminated the darkness between the lights and flickered the convex reflector hung on a load-bearing column in front of him.
It was shattered into pieces with a sound.
But there was no one in that direction.
Luo Yajun frowned slightly.
Illusion?
He then caught a glimpse of the reflector of the sports car parked nearby, and saw the oozing figure in the mirror, standing in a pool of blood and grinning.
Without thinking, Luo Yajun turned around and fired again. The bullet landed in a pool of blood and exploded with blood, but there was nothing in that direction.
The gunshots stopped and silence returned to the parking lot, except for the sound of blood dripping from the corpse hanging in the air.
Luo Yajun held his breath and continued to scan slowly.
Without any warning, his pupils narrowed and he noticed something. He turned around suddenly, and the horrifying face was already close at hand. The man was standing less than one step away from Luo Yajun, with a smile on his cracked mouth.
Like taunting.
Luo Yajun immediately tried to turn the gun, but he realized that the barrel of the gun had been grabbed by the opponent. So he made a decisive decision, immediately abandoned the gun, drew his pistol, and shot the opponent in the head.
The impact detonated the gunpowder, and the metal bullet propelled by the explosion rushed out along the spiral texture, tearing the flesh and blood, and penetrated the back of the man's head with its contents and bone residue.
But the man didn't realize it, and he stretched his fingers towards Luo Yajun. His whole hand was soaked with blood, turning a shocking blood red color.
Luo Yajun was slightly surprised.
Although an infected person with a high degree of infection does not have the ability to feel pain and has a strong vitality, in most cases a headshot or a fatal wound through the heart will result in death. But a headshot seems to have no effect on the man in front of him.
He avoided the opponent's grasp, grabbed the arm offered by the opponent, and tried to remove it with a twist. However, this effort only encountered great resistance. The arm was as motionless as if it were made of steel.
.
His physical fitness is also above him.
The moment he realized this, the opponent's arm had been thrown out suddenly. With just one sweep of one arm, the huge force threw Luo Yajun's whole body away, and his back smashed the window glass of the Chevrolet behind him into pieces with a "clang" sound.
Cracked.
The strength is also amazing.
Luo Yajun stood up as fast as possible, only to see that the man was approaching him again and grabbed him by the throat. The amazing grip made him feel as if his throat was about to shatter, and he instinctively held on with both hands.
The opponent's wrist.
"You...are...Guan Ye?" Luo Yajun asked through gritted teeth.
He had already guessed it.
The crazily laughing man in front of me is probably Guan Ye, who accidentally witnessed the gang transaction in the first place, was poured into a cement pile, and then mysteriously disappeared from inside.
He is an infected person, and an infected person with a very high degree of infection - maybe the experience of being beaten and staked by gangsters stimulated the deepening of his infection. The strong vitality of the infected person allowed him to survive.
The loneliness of being alone, the depression of losing a job, being kicked out of the residence by the landlord, sleeping in the open air, and then being beaten and killed by a miscreant...
All these experiences gave him huge negative emotions, which quickly deepened the infection and gave him extremely powerful power.
"No, I'm not." "Guan Ye" spoke with his grinning mouth, and there seemed to be a smile in his voice, "I'm not Guan Ye, and I'm not anyone else.
I am ‘nothing’.”
"What?"
Luo Yajun still tried hard to open the opponent's arm, but the hand was too strong and he seemed powerless.
"The thing that people fear most, Agent Luo, is 'nothing', which is uncertainty about the future. If you force them to look directly at this, let them stare at the nothingness called life, trying to find meaning, the result will only be
An end."
He came close to Luo Yajun, so close that the detective could even smell the rotten smell of blood from the cracked smile.
"That is, they will go crazy."
He let out a string of strange laughter, and the flickering lights occasionally illuminated the bloody smiling face.
"So this is the meaning of my existence. I am the embodiment of 'nothing', the thing that everyone is afraid of. All these things I have done..."
He looked back at the miserable creatures 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 had no time to think carefully about what he meant, and his brain could no longer think anymore. His throat was in severe pain, his breathing seemed to be cut off, and his strength to struggle was getting smaller and smaller.
But just as his vision gradually blurred, he suddenly saw... a bat.
The huge bat spread its huge wings and glided in this direction, making a roaring sound like flapping wings.
"Guan Ye" was caught off guard and was kicked violently by the swooping bat, causing his whole body to fly out.