Detective Luo Yajun slowly opened his eyes.

The brain is not functioning clearly, and the brain is like a paste that has just been shaken. His eyes were as heavy as lead, and there was a mist in front of them.

It took him a while to wake up and realize he was lying on his bedroom bed staring at the ceiling of his apartment.

There is a dull pain in the temple. He couldn't remember what day of the week it was, or what happened before he fell asleep. He stretched his arms from under the quilt and touched the cigarette case and lighter on the bedside table. He sat up lazily leaning against the head of the bed, thinking that he would smoke a cigarette first to calm down, but found that the cigarette case was empty.

A bad sign.

He got up to check the inventory, but found that there was no inventory at home.

For some people, the natural enemy of lying in bed is kidney deficiency, but for others, the natural enemy of lying in bed is smoking addiction. For a deep smoker like him, running out of ammunition and food is simply not a way to survive, so he had no choice but to put on a coat and go downstairs to replenish ammunition.

Lao Li from the Tobacco Hotel downstairs is also an acquaintance. When he saw Luo Yajun enter the door, he immediately smiled: "Same as usual?"

"Well, it's the same." Luo Yajun said and started to touch his wallet.

In fact, as an agent of the Ninth Secret Service, his salary level is quite high, and he has a large selection of tobacco and alcohol, which can be scrolled from top to bottom in the price range. But he just loves to sell Zhong Ye.

It was the favorite brand of the late Sheriff Brooke.

Lao Li turned his head to get the cigarette, and at the same time muttered: "Smoke... you still have to pay attention to the control points, after all, it's not good."

Even Lao Li, a cigarette seller, couldn't stand Luo Yajun's old-fashioned smoker who wanted to smoke from morning to night.

"It's okay, I'm very tough." Luo Yajun smiled indifferently, "Besides, God doesn't know how long someone like me can live.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe today...who knows? But to him. Those don't matter anymore, at least this cigarette is genuine. "

"Carpe diem? It's really your style."

Lao Li smiled, and the movements of his hands seemed to slow down a little.

"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 people always live It has to be like this.

We are always afraid, afraid of all kinds of things. Fear of wealth, fear of power, fear of power...Because you have nothing, fear all who have it.

We are walking on thin ice in the constraints of rules and regulations, and we numb ourselves with trivial things. But what we know, we have always known, no matter how much you hide from it, avoid looking at it, it will always be there—the thing that everyone fears, the collection of all uncertainties..."

Luo Yajun began to sense something was wrong. Although he and Lao Li are just regular customers and the boss's relationship is not very familiar, but even so he can find something wrong on the other side.

"Old Li?"

Lao Li turned around suddenly. What greeted him was not the usual Zhong Ye brand cigarettes, but a fruit knife and a smiling face.

"I should have done this long ago."

Lao Li laughed and swung his knife at him. Luo Yajun was taken aback, but still dodged and countered the opponent's arm holding the knife.

But Lao Li laughed and let go of the hand holding the knife, and the fruit knife fell into his other hand, drawing a silver arc to stab Luo Yajun.

Luo Yajun avoided it again, reached out and grabbed the opponent's wrist to complete the disarm, and the fruit knife fell to the ground. Then he grabbed Lao Li's arm and threw him over the shoulder. Lao Li smashed through the window with a bang, and with countless debris fell to the sidewalk outside.

Luo Yajun kicked the door out and put on the earphones at the same time.

"This is the headquarters."

The line was connected, and the voice came back from the headquarters soon.

"Headquarters, an accident of an infected person was discovered. It is suspected to be the source of the Laughing infection, the level is unknown..."

Before he finished speaking, the operator in charge made a weird sound.

"Is it the source of infection? Hahaha, okay...very good..."

Luo Yajun was taken aback again: "Headquarters? What's the situation..."

"The headquarters is no longer needed, this is Radio Nothingness."

The operator started laughing too, out of breath. What's even scarier is the more rambling laughter on the other end.

No, not only from within the headphones.

Luo Yajun stepped out onto the street and saw a truck speeding towards him. He dodged in time, and the truck rushed into the Tobacco Hotel with the force of thunder, and most of his body was stuck inside. The driver was covered in blood, lying on the airbag and laughing.

More people gathered around.

There were men and women, old people and children, all with ferocious laughs on their faces, heart-piercingly laughing, and surrounded Luo Yajun.

The agent fought back vigorously. He knocked one person down with a punch, and at the same time kicked a person with a broken nose. But soon he was hugged by the people who came up behind him.

He punched the person holding his right arm with his left hand, but it seemed that the force was not strong enough to make the other person let go. The man had one of his front teeth knocked out, but he looked at him with a grin while bleeding from his mouth. At the same time, two other people jumped up and hugged his left hand.

He was soon immobilized. The endless laughter seemed to form layers upon layers of high walls, and he felt countless hands pressing him into the crowd, as if being pushed underwater, letting him drown in the ocean of laughter until everything was pitch black , into nothingness, nothing makes sense, only laughter still lingers in my ears...

Then he woke up.

The hellish scene disappeared, and it turned out that everything was just a nightmare. He woke up from a nightmare... into this other nightmare now.

In a dirty room, an old incandescent chandelier only illuminates about two-thirds of the room, and in the remaining shadows, evil seems to lurk everywhere.

Luo Yajun frowned and thought for a moment. Only now did his fragmented memory seem to be slowly connected, and he remembered what happened before.

He was called to the branch base, and an agent was questioning him. His face had been caught on surveillance video the night before at the Fourth Precinct of the Sheriff's Department—which coincidentally happened to be where he had worked in a past identity he had abandoned. Secret Service Nine wanted him to explain what he did there that night, what he saw, and then possibly a psychiatric evaluation.

Then he escapes, throws off his pursuers, and is ambushed...

"Ha~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You're awake."

Luo Yajun came back to his senses and realized that there was a person in the shadow of the room.

"I'm sorry I couldn't make this meaningful meeting any more comfortable, but...how should I put it? I'm a big fan." The man in the dark let out a series 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 break free from his tied hands.

"I've seen people like you a lot, and everyone thinks they're special." He said bluntly, "In the end, they're all the same. They're all just pretentious lunatics."

"Hahaha funny, I'm sure you mean it from your heart." The man giggled, "But when you say pretentious lunatic, I guess in your heart you must be putting yourself in that category too. Is it?"

As he spoke, he paused, as if two piercing sights shot out from the darkness.

"That dream, a laughing, joking world, do you want to know what the follow-up is like?"

Luo Yajun was taken aback. He didn't speak, but he couldn't help but cast a surprised look in the direction of the voice in the darkness, as if he was trying to adapt to the darkness and see what the speaker looked like.

"You're wondering why I know about your dreams. Hahaha, the answer is actually very simple, even a bit taken for granted. Because like I said, I am so special to you."

The man walked out of the darkness and came under the light, revealing his face.

Luo Yajun became even more petrified like an electric shock.

In the bleak old-fashioned light, he saw...himself.