Agent Luo Yajun slowly opened his eyes.

The brain is not yet clear, and the brain is like a lump of paste that has just been shaken. His eyes were as heavy as lead, and there was a mist of water in front of him.

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

There was a dull ache in the temples. 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 arm out of the covers and reached for the cigarette case and lighter on the bedside table. He sat up a little lazily against the head of the bed, thinking that he would cool down with a cigarette anyway, but found that the cigarette case was empty.

A bad sign.

He got up and went to look through the inventory, only to find that the inventory at home was gone.

The natural enemy of some people is kidney deficiency, but there are also people who rely on bed because of their addiction to smoking. For an old smoker like him, running out of ammunition was simply a way to live, so he had to put on a coat and go downstairs to replenish ammunition.

Lao Li of the cigarette hotel downstairs is also an acquaintance. He immediately smiled when he saw Luo Yajun enter the door: "The same old look? ”

"Well, old times." Luo Yajun said and began to touch his wallet.

In fact, as an agent of the Ninth Special Service Division, his salary level is quite high, and the choice of tobacco and alcohol can be turned from the top to the bottom of the price range. But he likes to stall Zhong Ye.

It was the deceased sheriff Brooke's favorite brand.

Lao Li turned his head to get a cigarette, and at the same time muttered in his mouth: "Cigarettes are such a thing...... You still have to pay attention to the control points, after all, it's not good. ”

For Luo Yajun, an old smoker who can't wait to smoke from morning to night, even Lao Li, a cigarette seller, can't stand it.

"It's okay, I'm tough." Luo Yajun smiled indifferently, "Besides, God can't say how long a person like me can live."

Maybe it's tomorrow, maybe it's today...... Who knows? But it. It doesn't matter if that's the case, at least the cigarette is genuine. ”

"Have fun in time? It's really your style. ”

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

"You know, I've been feeling that way more and more lately." Lao Li sighed softly and said, "They say you never know which will come first, tomorrow or the accident." yes, I think that's how you always have to live.

We're always afraid, we're afraid of all sorts of things. Fear of wealth, fear of power, fear of power...... Because there is nothing, fear all those who have those.

We are walking on thin ice in the constraints of rules and regulations, numbing ourselves with everything that is trivial. But what we know, what we always know, no matter how much you dodge it, avoid looking at it, it's always there—that thing that everyone fears, a collection of all uncertainties......"

Luo Yajun began to notice that something was wrong. Although he and Lao Li are just frequent customers, and the relationship with the boss is not too familiar, but even so, he can find that something is wrong on the other side.

"Lao Li?"

Lao Li turned around suddenly. He was greeted not by the usual Zhong Ye brand cigarettes, but by a fruit knife and a laughing face.

"I should have done this a long time ago."

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

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 and stabbing at Luo Yajun.

Luo Yajun avoided it again, reached out and grabbed the opponent's wrist to complete the disarming, and the fruit knife fell to the ground. Then he grabbed Lao Li's arm and threw the other party over his shoulder. Lao Li slammed through the window with a thud, and fell onto the sidewalk outside with countless debris.

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 voice was soon heard from the headquarters.

"Headquarters, an infected person accident was found. 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 noise.

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

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

"There's no need for HQ anymore, this is Radio Nothing."

The operator also started laughing, out of breath. What's even more terrifying is that there is more jumble laughter on the other end.

No, not only from inside the headphones.

Luo Yajun walked out into the street and saw a truck speeding towards him. He flashed in time, and the truck rushed into the smoke hotel with a thunderbolt, and most of his body was stuck inside. The driver, covered in blood, leaned on the airbag and laughed.

More people gathered around.

There were men and women, old people and children, with hideous laughter on their faces, laughing heartbreakingly, and surrounded Luo Yajun.

The agent resisted. He knocked over one person with one punch and broke the bridge of the nose with a flying kick. But he was soon hugged by the people who came up from behind.

He punched the man holding his right arm with his left hand, but it didn't seem to be strong enough to get him to let go. The man had knocked out one of his front teeth, but his mouth was bleeding and he was grinning at him. At the same time, two other people jumped up and hugged his left hand.

He soon became unable to move. The endless laughter seemed to be cast into layers of high walls, and he felt countless hands pressing him into the crowd, as if he had been pressed underwater, drowning him in a sea of laughter, until everything was dark and nothing, and nothing meant anything, only laughter still lingered in his ears......

Then he woke up.

The hellish sight is gone, and it turns out that everything is just a nightmare. He woke up from a nightmare...... into another nightmare now.

In the filthy room, an old incandescent chandelier illuminates only about two-thirds of the room, and the remaining shadows seem to be full of sin lurking.

Luo Yajun frowned and thought for a moment. Now his fragmented memories seemed to be slowly starting to pick up, and he remembered what had happened before.

He was called to the sub-base, where agents were questioning him. His face had been captured the night before in surveillance footage at the Fourth Precinct of the Sheriff's Office, which happened to be where he had worked with an identity he had abandoned in the past. Secret Service 9 wanted him to explain what he had been there that night, what he had seen, and then possibly a psychiatric evaluation of him.

He then fled, shook off his pursuers, and was ambushed......

"Ha, you're awake."

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

"I'm sorry I couldn't make this meaningful meeting more comfortable, but ...... How so? I'm a big fan. The man in the dark let out an uncomfortable laugh, "Of course I'm sure it's the same for you."

I know you're going to be very happy to talk to me face-to-face, because I'm so special to you. ”

Luo Yajun smiled contemptuously as he tried to break free of his hands tied behind his back.

"I've seen you a lot, and everyone thinks they're special." "In the end, it's all the same, they're just pretentious madmen," he said politely. ”

"Hahaha it's funny, I'm sure you think it from the bottom of your heart." The man giggled, "But when you say pretentious madman, I guess you must be in that category in your heart, right?" ”

He paused, and two piercing lines of sight seemed to shoot out of the darkness.

"That dream, a world of laughter, as if it were a joke, do you want to know what the follow-up will be?"

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

"You're wondering why I know about your dreams. Hahaha, the answer is actually quite simple, and even a little taken for granted. Because like I said, I'm so special to you. ”

The man said and walked out of the darkness and into the light, revealing his face.

Luo Yajun was even more petrified like an electric shock.

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