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

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

This made him feel even more painful about setting up the headquarters as a flying grave, and commuting on the ground was inconvenient.

However, Luo Yajun also told him that most of the employees on the mothership lived here for a long time and did not often leave the ship. If the agents have urgent missions, they will also be arranged for a special plane, so they don't have to wait for the shuttle bus foolishly.

Chu Cheng also needs to go through the reporting procedures on the mother ship this time, and will not need to come here often in the future.

When arriving at the ground base, the off-road vehicle that Roja Military had applied for was already in place. The two drove out of the base and headed all the way in the direction of Jiangdu.

Before the buttocks of the car got hot, Luo Yajun's cigarette had already been lit. He opened the car window, leaned back in the seat and hummed a ditty while puffing.

He tried to hand Chu Cheng another one: "One?"

"Really not." Chu Cheng shook his head.

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

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

If there is anything I have learned in the first half of my life, then I think this should be the most important thing - gratification in time.

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

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

"Pfft haha, that's an incisive summary." Luo Yajun deeply agreed.

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

"What?"

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

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

"What is an impulsive source of infection?" Chu Cheng asked without understanding.

"By the way, you don't know about the source of infection yet." Luo Yajun then remembered, "Well... let me tell you briefly. There are many types of infection sources.

For example, vector-type infection source. This kind of source is generally a certain object, which may be a pen, a cigarette, or a sculpture, a portrait, or anything. Such agents will infect targets in close contact, but will not infect one target to another. "

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

"For another example, what we are dealing with this time should be an impulsive source of infection." Luo Yajun continued, "This source of infection is often a living organism.

The reason for this name is that this type of infection source cannot infect other individuals in its normal state. Only when its mood fluctuates greatly and its negative emotions are strong can it infect the targets around it, and the strength of its infection ability 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, their negative emotions were high, and they infected the people around them..."

"That's right." Luo Yajun said, "But the incident at your school was just a minor incident, the source of infection was not strong and the infection level was very low, and it will recover soon... Oh yes, let's talk about it."

He showed a serious expression.

"The infection level of those students is very low, and they can easily return to normal. But once it exceeds 50%, it is hopeless." Luo Yajun said, "And once it exceeds 80%, unless it is our special person, otherwise as that person consciousness is dead.

Infected people with an infection level above 80% are no longer human beings, but have become something else. You must keep this in mind at all times, and you cannot treat them as human beings. This is a lesson learned from blood. "

Chu Cheng smelled the smell of the story. He guessed that something might have happened behind the "lesson of blood", but Luo Yajun didn't intend to continue.

"Let's take a look at the target we are looking for this trip."

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. What a guy, he has a reform-through-labour hairstyle, a round head, a round body, a belly exposed under a tight T-shirt, and a big gold chain. up.

Chu Cheng heard that people said that in the early years of the mixed society, he wore gold chains in order to be able to sell them in case of emergency one day when he was running, and then gradually developed into a standard accessory. But looking at the picture, the color of this buddy's chain has faded, so it must not be sold for a lot of money.

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

If there is indeed a moth on their side, then deal with it. "

"If not?" Chu Cheng asked.

"No? Of course it's none of our business." Luo Yajun said as a matter of course.

When Chu Cheng thought about it, it seemed to be the same. Their organization built on the flying grave is essentially a lunatic asylum, only the lunatics don't care about crimes.

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

murder? It's okay if you bother me, you can do what you want.

tax evasion?

you are done. Even if God comes today, he will not be able to protect you, as I said.

"Unless we encounter any clues and evidence related to a major murder during our investigation, and only we have it." Luo Yajun said again.

"Oh? We will make an exception to investigate this situation?"

"No." Luo Yajun smiled with a cigarette in his mouth, "We'll call the police."

Chu Cheng: "..."

Well that still sounds reasonable.

After driving for about half an hour, Luo Yajun parked the car opposite a bar.

Chu Cheng looked up through the car window, and the signboard hanging on it read "Qiao Qian's Bar" in big characters in neon lights, UU reading www. uukanshu. Some of the strokes in the com are suspected to be flickering due to poor contact.

"Here?" Chu Cheng asked.

"It should be. This is one of their dens. According to intelligence, Shao Risheng is here at this point."

Luo Yajun unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car, but prevented Chu Cheng from getting out of the car.

"You can stay here and wait for me," he said. "I'll ask them a few friendly questions and be right back."

He deliberately bites the word "friendly" very strongly. Chu Cheng seemed to understand something, so he didn't say anything, just nodded and obediently stayed in the car.

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

Chu Cheng sat bored for a few minutes, and not long after, he heard a mournful howl from the opposite bar. The shrillness of the sound is reminiscent of Tom's heart-piercing howl when he was trapped by the door, exploded by firecrackers and stung by wasps in the old classic animation "Tom and Jerry".

It was followed by the sound of fighting, the sound of heavy objects being thrown to the ground, the sound of glass being smashed, and even the deafening gunshots.

A moment later, the glass on the street side of the bar was shattered with a clang, and a chubby guy rolled out through the glass, groaning on the sidewalk like a dead pig.

The bar door was pushed open again, and Agent Luo Yajun came out while tidying up his clothes, still holding the cigarette in his mouth. When he opened the door, Chu Cheng could vaguely glimpse the mess inside and people lying all over the place through the crack.

Luo Yajun walked slowly to the person lying on the ground, turned him over, stepped on his chest with one foot, and said slowly: "Okay, Mr. Shao. Do you want to talk now?"