A few minutes later, Chu Cheng had already followed Luo Yajun to the passenger plane back to the ground.

As far as Chu Cheng understands, this plane is probably equivalent to a shuttle bus, which will send the people on the mothership to the designated ground base when it departs.

This made him feel even more painful about the setting of the headquarters as a flying grave, and it was inconvenient to commute on the ground.

However, Luo Yajun also told him that most of the employees on the mothership have lived here for a long time and do not leave the ship often. Agents will also be assigned a special plane if they have an urgent mission, so they don't have to wait stupidly for the shuttle.

Chu Cheng also needs to be on the mothership to handle the formalities for this report, and he will not need to come here often in the future.

When he arrived at the ground base, the off-road vehicle that Luo Ya Military had applied for first was already in place. The two drove out of the base and drove all the way in the direction of Jiangdu.

got into the car and the butt was not hot yet, and Luo Yajun's cigarette had already been lit. He opened the window and leaned back in his seat humming a little song.

He tried to hand Chu Cheng one again: "Come on?" ”

"Not really." Chu Cheng shook his head.

Chu Cheng doesn't smoke, doesn't drink or burn his head, he is a good young man, except for sometimes staying up late and sometimes pretending to be forced with his own hands, he has no other bad habits. Even the little brother who sells goji berries downstairs said that he is very healthy.

"They say smoking is bad for your health." As Luo Yajun spoke, he took another puff of nonchalantly, spit out the smoke ring out of the window, and then continued with a smile, "But it doesn't matter."

If there's anything I've learned in the first half of my life, it's probably the most important thing – having fun in time.

You never know which will come first, tomorrow or the unexpected, so it's better to live today. ”

"The money is still there, but the people are gone." Chu Cheng said.

"Poof, that's a brilliant sum." Luo Yajun thought so.

"It's not incisive, it's a fart......"

"What?"

"Oh, nothing." Chu Cheng changed the subject, "I mean, where are we going this time?" ”

"Find an informant." Luo Yajun said succinctly, "We have identified a possible source of impulsive infection, and now we are about to ......"

"What is an impulsive source of infection?" Chu Cheng asked if he didn't understand.

"By the way, you don't know about the source of the infection yet." Only then did Luo Yajun remember, "Hmm...... Let's just tell you. There are many types of sources of infection.

For example, vector-based sources of infection. This source is usually an object, it could be a pen, a cigarette, a sculpture, a portrait, anything. These vectors infect nearby contact targets, but do not infect one target with another. ”

Chu Cheng thought of the sculpture in the conference room of the Klein Building.

"Another example is that what we are dealing with this time should be an impulsive source of infection." Luo Yajun continued, "The source of this infection is often living organisms.

It is so called because the source of this type of infection is normally incapable of infecting other individuals. Only when their mood swings are large and negative emotions are strong can they infect the targets around them, and the intensity of their ability to infect is also related to negative emotions. ”

Chu Cheng thought of the couple who quarreled at school.

"So, like that time in our school? When they quarreled, the negative emotions were high, and it was only then that the people around them were infected......"

"Not bad." Luo Yajun said, "But that time in your school was just a small incident, the source of infection was not strong, and the degree of infection was very low, so it will recover soon...... Oh yes, speaking of which. ”

He grimaced.

"Students like those have very low levels of infection and can easily return to normal. But once it exceeds 50%, it is already hopeless. Luo Yajun said, "And once it exceeds 80%, unless it is our special person, the consciousness of that person is already dead."

More than 80% of infected people are no longer humans, but something else. We must always keep this in mind, and we must not treat them as human beings, this is the lesson of blood. ”

Chu Cheng smelled the story. He guessed that something might have happened behind the "blood lesson", but Luo Yajun had no intention of continuing.

"Let's take a look at what we're 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, good guy, with a labor reform hairstyle, a round head, a round head and a round body, a tight T-shirt with an exposed belly, and a big gold chain, he almost didn't write the word "not easy to mess with" on his face.

Chu Cheng heard that people said that in the early years, he wore a gold chain in the mixed society so that he could sell it in an emergency when he ran away one day, and then it gradually developed into a standard configuration. But looking at the photos of this guy's chain is gone, he must not be able to sell it for a few dollars.

"Shao Risheng, a member of a local gang. This guy's gang has killed several people in a row. So this time we're going to find out.

If they do have a moth on their side, dispose of it. ”

"What if not?" Chu Cheng asked.

"Not? That's none of our business, of course. Luo Yajun said as a matter of course.

Chu Cheng thought about it, and it seemed to be too. Their organization, built on the Flying Grave, is essentially an insane asylum, and the madman doesn't care about committing crimes.

This model reminded him of the famous tax authorities of an ugly country in his previous life.

Murder? Excuse me, it's okay, you're on your own.

Tax evasion?

You're done. God can't save you today, I said.

"Unless we encounter clues and evidence related to major murders during our investigation, and only we have them." Luo Yajun said again.

"Oh? In this case, we will make an exception to pursue it? ”

"Nope." Luo Yajun smiled with a cigarette in his mouth, "We call the police." ”

Chu Cheng: "......"

Well, it still sounds reasonable.

After about half an hour's drive, Luo Yajun parked his car opposite a bar.

Chu Cheng looked up through the car window and saw that the signboard hanging on it was marked with neon signs "Josie's Bar", and a few of the strokes were suspected to be flickering due to poor contact.

"Right here?" Chu Cheng asked.

"It should be. This is one of their dens, and according to 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.

"You can stay here and wait for me." "I went and kindly asked them a few questions and came back soon," he said. ”

He deliberately bit the word "friendly" very hard. Chu Cheng seemed to understand something, so he didn't speak, just nodded and obediently stayed in the car.

He sat in the car and watched as the agent lit another cigarette in his mouth and walked across the street to the bar opposite.

Chu Cheng sat bored for a few minutes, and it wasn't long before he heard a terrible wail from the bar opposite. The sound is reminiscent of the heart-rending howl of Tom when he is caught in a door clip and blown up by a firecracker and stung by a wasp in the old classic animation "Cat and Mouse".

This was followed by the sound of fights, the sound of heavy objects being thrown on the ground, the sound of glass being smashed, and even the deafening sound of gunshots.

Moments later, the glass on the side of the street from the bar was smashed to pieces, and a round guy slammed through the glass and rolled out, moaning like a dead pig on the sidewalk.

The door of the bar was pushed open again, and Agent Luo Yajun walked out while straightening 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 people lying everywhere through the cracks.

Luo Yajun walked slowly to the man lying on the ground, turned him over, stepped on his chest with one foot, and said slowly: "Okay, Mr. Shao." Would you like to talk about it now? ”