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Luo Yajun never believed in ghosts and ghosts.

For a Secret Service Nine agent, that might seem a bit odd. After all, there are many weird incidents he deals with all day long, and all kinds of supernatural phenomena are commonplace for his profession.

Living in such an environment for a long time, he can deny the existence of ghosts without blinking. After a series of supernatural events such as fraudulent corpses, he still firmly believes in science.

Luo Yajun never believed in an afterlife. He believed that all that remains after death is a void, a darkness that can never be illuminated again. Tombstones and sacrifices are consolations for the living, but for the dead, they feel nothing.

So when he swung his shovel and dug up the grave of a girl who had been dead for twenty years, he didn't see anything wrong.

Lin Yi was still alive, he had almost decided so. He didn't know exactly how it was done, maybe the infected appeared earlier than they thought. And he felt that there was a great possibility that Lin Yi was the shape-shifter.

The past encounters cast a huge shadow on her, and the trauma was not healed by time, but instead distorted her mind. Maybe it was the darkness created by the experience that gave birth to her phantom, maybe it was herself. In short, she forged the appearance of agent Chen Meiyue and slipped into the mothership of the Ninth Division. She was the member of the dead man who slipped through the net.

There was a drizzle in the sky, and the evening wind brought a little bit of coolness. Not the usual cold, but something more piercing to the touch, carried by a gust of cold wind blowing over the countless tombstones in the cemetery, as if bringing the whispers of countless ghosts.

He noticed a faint fragrance in the air.

Some kind of floral fragrance?

Probably from some unknown wildflower in the weeds.

With the last shovel down, Luo Yajun opened the coffin.

"You shouldn't have done that."

A clear and ethereal voice sounded, with a trace of mourning.

Luo Yajun suddenly raised his head following the sound, and saw a girl.

She was wearing a small yellow dress and round-toed black leather shoes, standing among countless tombstones, with countless sadness in her eyes.

It only took a few seconds for Luo Yajun to recognize that it was Lin Yi, just like in the photo.

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

But the next second he froze again.

wrong.

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

So even if she was still alive, how could she look the same as she did all those years ago?

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

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

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

So what I just saw was an illusion? Or......

boom.

The sound of gunfire echoed over the silent cemetery.

It was a shotgun sound, coming from behind, and unfortunately very close to him. The shrapnel pierced Luo Yajun's back and passed through his heart, making him stagger.

He was ambushed.

The moment Luo Yajun reacted, his hand had already changed into the shape of a gun. He turned as fast as he could, but the next shot had already landed on his chest.

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

He staggered back under the impact, stomped into the hole he had just dug, and fell headlong into the opened coffin.

This fall made his whole head go dizzy. He tried to stand up, but he couldn't use his whole body, and his hands and feet couldn't move.

It's just that it shouldn't be possible to simply be shot. His physique as a special person is at the top level among all the agents in the nine places.

Don't look at the two shots just now as if they made him happy, but for him, a mere fatal injury is nothing to worry about? In normal times, he had already copied the guy and turned around to play with others.

Although it is not to say that it has no effect at all, it will never affect his actions so seriously.

He quickly thought of the strange scent he just smelled, and the image of the girl he saw immediately after smelling that scent.

Some kind of hallucinogen? Or maybe some other nerve disrupting drug...

Before he could muster the strength to stand up, the huge coffin boards were snapped shut. The starry sky was covered, and with a thunderous and dull bang, he was sealed in this small coffin.

with the owner of the coffin.

For a moment, a thought flashed through his mind—this is here.

The home he had been looking for, the place where he would one day rest forever.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with it. After all, if he had gone according to the original plan, he would have died long ago, and he would be with his old partner Brooke. Even now, even if he is alive, 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 for burial is saved. He was originally a person who hated formalities and troubles, 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 gnarled hand on his arm. He turned his head and found that it was the skeleton lying in the coffin.

Its skinless hand clutched him tightly, and its empty and dark eye sockets seemed to be begging him silently.

help me.

Luo Yajun gently closed his eyes.

He suddenly began to feel confused about what was real and what was hallucination.

"I'm sorry, kid."

he said softly.

"very very sorry."

"..."

Well, maybe not yet.

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

He still has work to do.

He is still bleeding. The wound is healing, but much more slowly than usual, possibly the effect of the hallucinogen.

It may also be the same reason, Luo Yajun's discovery ability is not so useful for the time being. He tried several times but couldn't conjure the tool he needed, as if his body was refusing to accept his command.

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

fist.

He turned over and lay down on his back, punching the heavy wooden board in front of him again and again. With every punch, dust rustled into the sarcophagus.

Soon his fists were cracked, and his knuckles were covered in blood. The arm is also like lead injection, and every punch is extraordinarily heavy.

But he didn't stop, still punching one after another, swinging his fist mechanically and stubbornly.

His consciousness gradually faded, but even though every bone in his body was resisting, he still didn't stop. There was darkness in front of his eyes, only the sound of his fists hitting the wooden board kept ringing in his ears, which sounded farther and farther away, as if from another world.

He feels lost and can't find his way. It was as if consciousness had been sucked into a huge vortex and was being washed away to the other end of the world along the torrent of water.

until someone took his hand.

A strong hand is like a life-saving straw in the hands of a drowning person, like a beacon that a lost ship finds in the wind and rain. In an instant, he found his way in the dark. The hand exerted a sudden force, pulling him out of the vortex, all the way up the blue sky, out of the water, and back to reality.

When his sight was restored, Luo Yajun found himself kneeling on the ground beside the grave, coughing violently.

"What happened, Agent Luo?"

The familiar deep and weird voice, but at this time it makes people feel very friendly. He looked up to see Batman standing beside him in the darkness.

Luo Yajun can't remember when it started. But whenever things go bad, you want this elusive guy to be there.

The gloomy and dark shape looked very strange against the background of this cemetery, but looking at such a gloomy guy made Luo Yajun feel unprecedentedly at ease.

It was a security he had never felt in anyone else in his life. It was as if seeing this bat with pair of pointed ears appeared, the tense nerves all over his body involuntarily relaxed, and the instincts in his whole body were telling 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. So after two consecutive failed attempts, he gave up and sat on the ground temporarily waiting for his strength to recover.

He took a deep breath, and described in detail what Chen Meiyue told him and what he had found.

Batman walked to the edge of the pit and glanced at the bones lying in the coffin below. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"This is the grave of the child named Lin Yi. Maybe a DNA test is safer, but my instinct tells me that she is the child..."

"If you say it's that kid."

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

"Who is this next to him?"

Luo Yajun froze for a moment.

At this moment, he has regained a little feeling in his legs and feet. He barely stood up, staggered to Batman's side, and looked into the deep pit.

And then he saw it too. In the deep pit, what looked like a girl's skeleton was lying in the coffin, and there was actually another skeleton beside it, which looked like an adult.

Luo Yajun rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling a little dizzy.

He was surprised that he hadn't noticed this when he first dug the hole. If it weren't for the effects of hallucinogens, then he would really have to seriously consider his vision problems.

"Honestly, I'm starting to get a little confused too."

"The results of the DNA comparison are out, sir."

At this point Friday came out. With her assistance, the extraction of DNA, scanning and matching is also much more efficient.

"The girl's body is indeed Lin Yi. During the investigation of her eucalyptus, the Public Security Bureau extracted her DNA, and the data is kept on file.

DNA from the nearby skeleton also found a match, but the data was top secret from Secret Service Nine. "

"who is it?"

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

"She is Agent Chen Meiyue."

Paused on Friday.

"Been dead for over a year."