My brain was not functioning very clearly, and it was like a ball of paste that had just been shaken. My eyes were as heavy as lead, with a layer of mist in front of them.
It took him a while to wake up and realize that he was lying on his bed in his bedroom, staring at the ceiling of his apartment.
There was a dull pain in his temple. He couldn't remember what day of the week it was, and he couldn't remember what happened before he fell asleep. He stretched his arms from the quilt and touched the cigarette case and lighter on the bedside table. He leaned against the bed lazily.
I sat up with my head, thinking that I would have a cigarette to calm down anyway, but I found that the cigarette case was empty.
A bad sign.
He got up to look through the inventory, but found that there was no inventory at home.
Some people's natural enemy of staying in bed is kidney deficiency, but some people's natural enemy of staying in bed is their addiction to cigarettes. For a heavy smoker like him, running out of ammunition and food is simply no way to survive, so he had no choice but to throw on a coat and go downstairs to replenish it.
ammunition.
Old Li from the cigarette shop downstairs was also an acquaintance. When he saw Luo Yajun coming in, he immediately smiled and said, "Same as before?"
"Yeah, the same thing." Luo Yajun said and already started to touch his wallet.
In fact, as an agent of Secret Service Branch 9, his salary level is quite high, and he can choose from a wide range of tobacco and alcohol products from top to bottom in price range. But he prefers street vendor Zhong Ye.
It was the late Sheriff Brooke's favorite brand.
Lao Li turned around to get the cigarette, and at the same time muttered: "Smoking... you still have to pay attention to the control points, after all, it is not good."
Even Lao Li, the cigarette seller, couldn't bear to see Luo Yajun, an old smoker who couldn't leave his mouth from morning to night.
"It's okay, I'm very tough." Luo Yajun smiled nonchalantly, "Besides, God doesn't know how long someone like me will live.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe today...who knows? But screw it. It doesn't matter, at least this cigarette is genuine."
"Carpe Diem? It's really your style."
Lao Li smiled and his hand movements seemed to slow down slightly.
"You know, I've started to feel this way more and more recently." Lao Li sighed softly and said, "They say you never know which will come first, tomorrow or the accident. Yes, I think life is always full of joy.
It has to be like this.
We are always afraid of all kinds of things. Fear of wealth, fear of power, fear of power... Because we have nothing, we fear everyone who has those things.
We are walking on thin ice within the constraints of rules and regulations, and we are numbing ourselves with all the trivial things. But what we know, we have always known, no matter how much you hide from it or avoid looking at it, it will always be there - that everyone
The thing of all fear, the collection of all uncertainties..."
Luo Yajun began to realize that something was wrong. Although he and Lao Li were just regular customers and their relationship with the boss was not very close, he could still notice something was wrong on the other side.
"Old Li?"
Lao Li suddenly turned around. What greeted him was not the usual Zhong Ye cigarettes, but a fruit knife and a smiling face.
"I should have done this a long time ago."
Lao Li laughed and swung the knife at him. Luo Yajun was taken aback, but still dodged and blocked the opponent's knife-wielding arm.
But Lao Li laughed and let go of the hand holding the knife. The fruit knife fell into his other hand, drawing a silver arc and stabbing Luo Yajun.
Luo Yajun avoided it again and reached out to grab the opponent's wrist to disarm him. The fruit knife fell to the ground. Then he grabbed Lao Li's arm and threw the opponent completely over his shoulder. Lao Li smashed through the window with a clang.
Countless pieces of debris fell onto the sidewalk outside.
Luo Yajun kicked out the door and put on his headphones at the same time.
"This is the headquarters."
The line was connected, and the sound was quickly returned from the headquarters.
"Headquarters, an accident involving the discovery of an infected person. It is suspected to be the source of the Laughing infection, the level is unknown..."
Before he could finish speaking, the operator in charge made a strange sound.
"Is it the source of infection? Hahaha, good...very good..."
Luo Yajun was surprised again: "Headquarters? What's going on..."
"The headquarters is no longer needed. This is the Void Radio."
The operator also started laughing, laughing so hard that he was out of breath. What was even more frightening was that there was more disorganized laughter on the other end.
No, not just from inside the headphones.
Luo Yajun walked out to the street and saw a truck speeding towards him. He dodged it in time, and the truck rushed into the cigarette shop with thunderous force, and most of his body was stuck inside. The driver's head was covered with blood, and he lay on the ground.
Laughing loudly on the airbag.
More people gathered around.
There were men, women, old people and children, all with ferocious smiles on their faces. They laughed so heart-breakingly that they surrounded Luo Yajun.
The agent tried his best to resist. He knocked down one person with one punch, and at the same time kicked one person with a flying kick that broke the bridge of his nose. However, he was quickly hugged by the people behind him.
He punched the person holding his right arm with his left hand, but it seemed that the force was not strong enough and could not make the other person let go. The person had one of his front teeth knocked out, but his mouth was bleeding and he was looking at him with a grin.
.At the same time, two other people rushed forward and hugged his left hand.
He soon became unable to move. The endless laughter seemed to have formed layers of high walls. He felt countless hands pressing him into the crowd, as if he was being pushed underwater, making him drown in the ocean of laughter.
, until everything turns dark and becomes nothingness, nothing is meaningful, only laughter is still lingering in the ears...
Then he woke up.
The hellish scene disappeared, and it turned out that everything was just a nightmare. He woke up from the nightmare... and entered this other nightmare.
In a dirty room, an old-fashioned incandescent chandelier only illuminated about two-thirds of the room. In the remaining shadows, it seemed that evil might be lurking everywhere.
Luo Yajun frowned and thought for a moment. Now his fragmented memory seemed to be slowly being connected, and he remembered what happened before.
He was called to the sub-base, and an agent was questioning him. The night before, his body was captured on surveillance video at the Fourth Precinct of the Sheriff's Department - which coincidentally happened to be the place where he had worked under the identity he had given up in the past.
Face. Secret Service 9 wants him to explain what he was doing there that night, what he saw, and then possibly a mental evaluation.
He then ran away, lost his pursuers, and was ambushed...
"Ha, you're awake."
Luo Yajun came back to his senses and realized that there was someone in the shadow of the room.
"I'm sorry that I can't make this important meeting more comfortable, but...how should I put it? I'm a big fan." The person in the dark let out a string of uncomfortable laughter, "Of course
I believe the same is true for you.
I know you will also be very happy to talk to me face to face, after all, I am so special to you."
Luo Yajun smiled contemptuously while trying to free his hands from being tied behind his back.
"I've seen people like you a lot, and everyone thinks they are special." He said bluntly, "In the end, they are all the same, they are just pretentious lunatics."
"Hahaha, it's interesting. I believe you think so from the bottom of your heart." The man chuckled, "But when you say pretentious lunatic, I guess you must also classify yourself in this category, right?"
What?"
As he spoke, he paused, and two piercing lines of sight seemed to shoot out of the darkness.
"That dream, a laughing, joke-like world, do you want to know what happens next?"
Luo Yajun was startled. He didn't speak, but he couldn't help but cast a stunned look in the direction of the voice in the darkness, as if he was trying to adapt to the darkness and see clearly what the speaker looked like.
"You are surprised why I know your dream. Hahaha, the answer is actually very simple, even a bit natural. Because like I said, I am so special to you."
As he spoke, the man took the initiative to walk out of the darkness and came to the light, revealing his face.
Luo Yajun was even more petrified as if he was electrocuted.
Under the pale old-fashioned light, he saw...himself.
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