Luo Yajun never believed in the claims of ghosts and ghosts.

This may seem strange to a Special Service 9 agent. After all, there are many strange incidents that he deals with all day long, and all kinds of supernatural phenomena are even more commonplace for his profession.

Living in such an environment for a long time, he can deny the existence of ghosts without blinking, which feels like the president of a heavily addicted dragon cancer who is still firmly superstitious about science after witnessing a series of supernatural events including but not limited to mental manipulation, soul extraction, and the 3,000-year-old pharaoh's corpse.

Luo Yajun never believed in the afterlife. He believed that after death, all that was left was a void, darkness that could never be illuminated again. Tombstones and sacrifices are all solace for the living, but for the deceased, they feel nothing.

So when he swung a shovel to dig up the grave of a girl who had been dead for twenty years, he didn't feel anything wrong.

Lin Yi is still alive, he has almost decided so. He didn't know exactly how, maybe the infected appeared earlier than they thought. And he felt that there was a great possibility that Lin Yi was the transformer.

Past encounters have cast a huge shadow on her, and the trauma has not been erased by time, but has distorted her mind. Maybe it was the darkness created by this experience that gave birth to her phantom, or maybe it was herself. Anyway, she faked the appearance of Agent Chen Meiyue and slipped into the mothership of the Nine, and she was the member of the dead man who slipped through the net.

A drizzle fell in the sky, and the evening breeze brought a hint of coolness. Not that ordinary cold, but something more piercing to the touch, entrained by a cold wind blowing over the countless tombstones of the cemetery, as if bringing the whispers of countless ghosts.

He noticed a faint aroma in the air.

Some kind of floral scent?

Probably from some unknown wildflower in a weedy pile.

The last shovel fell, and Luo Yajun lifted the coffin.

"You shouldn't have done that."

A crisp, ethereal voice rang out, with a hint of grief.

Luo Yajun raised his head sharply and saw a girl.

She was wearing a small yellow dress and round-toed black leather shoes, standing in the middle of countless tombstones, and her eyes seemed to have countless sorrows.

It only took a few seconds for Luo Yajun to recognize that it was Lin Yi, which looked the same as in the photo.

I was right. She's alive, she's the shapeshifter......

But the next second he was stunned again.

Wrong.

The girl in the photo was Lin Yi more than ten years ago, and she was only fifteen years old at the time.

So even if she is still alive, how can she look the same as she did so many years ago?

But in the blink of an eye, the girl was gone when she came back to her senses.

He lowered his head and found that the coffin board had been uncovered by himself, and that inside was a dry skeleton.

Judging from the size, it seems to be Lin Yi. It looks like she's been sleeping here honestly and hasn't gone anywhere. Her lying position looked a little unnatural.

So what I just saw was a hallucination? Or is it ......

Bang.

The sound of gunfire echoed over the silent cemetery.

It was shotgun sound, and the sound was coming from behind, and unfortunately the source was very close to him. Shrapnel sparked from behind Luo Yajun, pierced through his heart, and hit him with a stumbling foot.

He was ambushed.

The moment Luo Yajun reacted, his hands had already changed into the form of a firearm. He turned as fast as he could, but the next shot had already continued to hit him in the chest.

Countless shrapnel hits again, blood splattered out, and the clothes on his chest were soaked into blood red.

He staggered back under the force of the impact, stepped into the hole he had just dug up, and plunged headlong into the coffin that had been lifted.

The fall made his whole head swoon. He tried to stand up, but his whole body was unable to exert his strength, and his hands and feet did not obey him.

It's just that a simple shot shouldn't be right, his physique as a special person is among the top of all the agents in the nine places.

Don't look at the two rounds just now, it seems to have done a lot of excitement for him, but for him Luo, why should it be a fatal injury? I would have copied the guy and turned around to play with people.

Although it is not said that it has no effect at all, it will not affect his actions so seriously.

He quickly remembered the strange scent he had just smelled, and the image of the girl he had seen immediately after he had smelled it.

Some kind of hallucinogen? Or maybe it's some other neuro-interfering drug......

Before he could lift his strength to stand up, the huge coffin board was fastened. The starry sky was obscured, and with a dull thunderous thud, he was sealed in this small coffin.

With the owner of the coffin.

For a moment, a thought crossed his mind—this was it.

The place he had been looking for, the place where he would one day be laid to rest.

Actually, there's nothing wrong with that. After all, if it had been according to the original plan, he would have died a long time ago, with his old partner Brooke. Even if he is alive now, no one will miss him, and no one will regret him when he dies.

It's really good here, and even the effort of digging a grave and burying it is saved. He was a man who hated formality and trouble, and his only regret might be that he would have to occupy this girl's room for a long time in the future......

In the darkness, he felt a rough hand on his arm. He looked sideways and saw that it was the skeleton lying in the coffin.

Its fleshless hands and bones clung to him, and its hollow, dark eye sockets seemed to be silently pleading with him.

Help me.

Luo Yajun closed his eyes slightly.

He suddenly began to feel like he couldn't tell what was real and what was hallucination.

"I'm sorry, kid."

He whispered.

"I'm very, very sorry."

“......”

Well, maybe it's not time yet.

Whether he is alive or dead, maybe no one will miss him. But not today, not now, this is not the place he is looking for.

He still has work to do.

He was still bleeding probably. The wound is healing, but much slower than usual, possibly due to hallucinogens.

It may also be the same reason, Luo Yajun found that the ability is not so good for the time being. He tried several times but couldn't conjure up the tools he needed, as if his body was refusing to accept his commands.

So all he can rely on is the most primitive tools.

Fist.

He rolled over and lay down on his back, and slammed his fists into the heavy plank in front of him again and again. With each punch, dust fell into the sarcophagus.

Soon both of his fists were cracked, and his knuckles were bloody and fleshy. The arms are also like lead, and each punch is extraordinarily heavy.

But he didn't stop, still punching after punch, mechanically and stubbornly clenching his fists.

His consciousness gradually blurred, but even though every bone in his body resisted, his movements still did not stop. It was pitch black in front of him, except for the constant sound of his fists hitting the plank, which sounded farther and farther away, as if he was from another world.

He felt lost and couldn't find his way. It's as if consciousness has been swept into a huge whirlpool, and is being washed to the other side of the world with the rushing current.

Until someone took his hand.

A strong hand, like a life-saving straw in the hands of a drowning person, like a navigation beacon found in the wind and rain of a lost ship. For a moment, he found his way back in the darkness. The hand violently pulled him out of the whirlpool, all the way up, out of the water, and back to reality.

When his gaze returned, Luo Yajun found himself kneeling on the ground next to the tomb coughing violently.

"What's going on, Agent Law?"

The familiar low and weird voice makes people feel very intimate at this time. He looked up and saw Batman standing in the darkness beside him.

Luo Yajun can't remember when it started. But whenever things get bad, you want this elusive guy here.

The gloomy and dark shape looks very strange in the background of this cemetery, but looking at such a gloomy guy makes Luo Yajun feel unprecedented peace of mind.

It was a sense of security that he had never felt in anyone else in his life. It was as if as soon as he saw this bat with pointed ears appear, the tense nerves in his body involuntarily relaxed, and the instinct of his whole body told him that he was fine.

"You won't believe it, bat."

Luo Yajun tried to stand up, but his legs and feet were still numb at this moment. So after two failed attempts in a row, he gave up and sat on the ground for the time being, waiting for his strength to return.

He took a deep breath and told him what Chen Meiyue had told him and what he had inquired about.

Batman walked to the edge of the pit and looked at the bones lying in the coffin below.

"This is the grave of the child named Lin Yi. Maybe it's safer to get a DNA test, but my gut tells me she's the kid......"

"If you say it's the kid."

Batman stared directly at the bones in the pit and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"And who's this next?"

Luo Yajun was stunned for a moment.

By this time he had regained some sensation in his legs and feet. He barely stood up, staggered to Batman's side, and looked into the pit.

And then he saw it too. In the deep pit, what appeared to be a girl's bones lay in the coffin, and there was a skeleton next to it, which looked like an adult's body.

Luo Yajun rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling that his head was still a little groggy.

He was amazed that he hadn't even noticed it when he first dug the pit. If it weren't for the effects of hallucinogens, he would really have to seriously consider his vision.

"To be honest, I'm starting to get a little confused."

"The DNA comparison is in, sir."

At this time, Friday spoke up. With her assistance, it is also much more efficient to extract DNA and scan matching.

"The girl's bones are indeed Lin Yi. Her DNA was extracted by the Sheriff's Office during the investigation of her case, and the data was kept on file.

The DNA of the skeleton next to it also found a match, but the data involved top secret information from Secret Service 9. ”

"Who is it?"

Friday displayed the screen of the search results in a small window on the side of the screen in front of Chu Cheng.

"She's Agent Chen Meiyue."

Friday paused.

"It's been dead for more than a year."