Luo Yajun chased all the way to the underground parking garage along the back door of the conference room. He snapped the lock and kicked open the heavy iron door, and a strange smell suddenly hit his face.

The smell of blood from the humid air gave him a bad premonition.

Pushing open the door and walking into the basement, a chill immediately seemed to rush from the floor into the body, as if entering 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 and flickered, and the bleak white light flickered rapidly.

Narrow shadows were cast on the walls and floor, changing as the lights flickered and flickered, like ghosts with teeth and claws.

Luo Yajun took two steps and quickly felt the sticky touch of the soles.

When I lowered my head, I realized that the red blood had already overflowed the soles of my boots at some point. The blood-colored mire mixed with things from the human body was spreading, and he was in the middle of it.

He lifted his boots from the pool of blood and walked in the direction the shadow had been thrown.

Then he saw Tomohiko Nagase, and several other bosses he was looking for.

It looks like they're not going anywhere.

They were hung from the ceiling by their own intestines.

These people were all characters in the underground world before they were born, but at the end of their lives, they were miserable. Blood-drenched bands extended from their torn abdomen, hanging them from the ceiling like dead pigs on slaughterhouse hooks.

The lights continued to flicker, and a pale glow illuminated the pool of blood like pale lightning piercing the sky.

The moment the light lit up, Luo Yajun inadvertently caught a glimpse of a slender shadow standing beside him out of the corner of his eye.

An unkempt shadow, messy hair covering half of his face, but the exposed mouth was being pulled to the base of his ears in a creepy arc, revealing a terrifying smile.

Luo Yajun didn't say a word, turned the muzzle, and the person swept over before he could see a shuttle bullet. The muzzle of the gun reflected the darkness between the lights and the flickering of the lights, shattering the convex reflector hanging from a load-bearing pillar in front of it with a clatter.

But that direction was empty.

Luo Yajun frowned slightly.

Delusion?

He then caught a glimpse of the mirror of the parked sports car, and saw the seeping figure in the mirror, standing in a pool of blood and grinning.

Luo Yajun turned his head and shot again without thinking. The bullet landed in a pool of blood and exploded blood, but there was nothing in that direction.

The gunfire stopped, and silence returned to the parking lot, except for the ticking of blood droplets hanging in the air.

Luo Yajun held his breath and continued to sweep his gaze slowly.

Without warning, his pupils narrowed to notice something, and he turned back suddenly, and the frightened face was already close at hand. The man stood less than a step beside Luo Yajun, and the smile on his cracked mouth was like mockery.

Luo Yajun immediately tried to turn the muzzle of the gun, but he realized that the barrel of the gun had been grabbed by the other party. So he made a quick decision, immediately abandoned the gun and pulled out the pistol, which was shot at the other party's head.

The impact detonated the gunpowder, and the metal bullets propelled by the explosion burst out along the spiral texture, tearing flesh and flesh and piercing through the back of the man's head with contents and bone residue.

But the man didn't realize it, and he poked at Luo Yajun with five fingers. His entire hand was soaked in blood, a shocking blood-red color.

Luo Yajun was slightly startled.

Infected people with a high degree of infection will die from fatal injuries such as headshots or heart-piercing injuries, although they do not feel pain and are not alive and strong. But the headshot didn't seem to work on the man in front of him.

He avoided the other party's grasp, grabbed the arm handed by the other party, and twisted it to try to remove it. But this force only met with great resistance, and the arm was as immovable as steel.

The physicality is also above him.

The moment he realized this, the opponent's arm had already been thrown out. Just with this single arm sweep, the huge force threw Luo Yajun away, and the back "banged" and smashed the Chevrolet window glass behind him into a crack.

The strength is also amazingly strong.

Luo Yajun got up as fast as he could, only to see that the man had approached him again and grabbed him by the throat. The amazing grip made his throat feel like it was about to shatter, and his hands instinctively grabbed the opponent's wrist desperately.

"You...... Be...... Guan Ye? Luo Yajun asked through gritted teeth.

He had already guessed.

The man laughing madly in front of him is likely to be Guan Ye, who first inadvertently witnessed the gang deal, was poured into a cement pile, and then mysteriously disappeared from inside.

He's infected, and he's a very infected—perhaps the experience of being beaten up by gangsters spurred on his infection. The intested's strong life force kept him alive.

The loneliness of being alone, the frustration of losing one's job, and being kicked out of the house by the landlord, sleeping in the open, and then being beaten and killed by mistake......

All of these experiences gave him great negative emotions, and they quickly deepened the infection, giving him immense strength.

"No, I'm not." "Guan Ye" spoke with that cracked mouth, and there seemed to be a smile in his voice, "I'm not Guan Ye, and I'm not anyone."

I am 'none'. ”

"What...... Is it? ”

Luo Yajun still tried to pull the opponent's arm away, but that hand was so strong that he couldn't seem to do anything.

"The thing that people fear the most, Agent Luo, is 'nothing', which is uncertainty about the future. You force them to look at this directly, make them stare at the nothingness called life, try to find meaning, and the result is only one end. ”

He approached Luo Yajun, so close that the detective could even smell a bloody rancid stench from his cracked smiling face.

"That is, they're going to go crazy."

He let out a strange laugh, and the flickering lights occasionally brightened the bloody smiling face.

"So that's what I'm here for. I am the embodiment of the 'nothing', the one that everyone fears. What I did, all this ......"

He looked back at the miserable creatures hanging from the ceiling.

“...... This is just a preliminary test I did to verify my capabilities. I think of all the boring people, you should be the one who understands these things the most, right, Officer Law? ”

Luo Yajun didn't have time to think about what his words meant, and his brain couldn't continue to think. His throat ached, his breathing seemed to be cut off, and his strength to struggle was getting smaller and smaller.

But just as his vision was gradually blurring, he saw it in a trance...... A bat.

A huge bat, spreading its huge wings, glides in this direction, with the sound of the wind hula like wings fluttering.

"Guan Ye" was caught off guard by the bat that swooped down, and his whole body flew out.