After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

At noon in midsummer, there were hardly any people on the street.

On the corner of the street, in the critical window of the milk tea shop, the lady clerk sat drowsy at the counter.

"Pearl boba cake milk tea, thank you."

"Ah!" The sleepy clerk was shocked when she heard the sound, she quickly raised her head, and habitually said, "Okay, may I ask..."

Her voice paused.

The sun was scorching hot, there was not a single breeze floating in the whitened sky, and the ground seemed to be scorched and made a sizzling sound.

The young man stood unobstructed in the sun, as if he couldn't feel the blazing midsummer sun, he squinted his eyes slightly, and lowered his head to look into the window.

He has fair skin and a slender figure. The color of his eyeballs and hair are also light, and they are almost transparent amber in the sun. There is no trace of exposure to the excessively fair skin, and there is no sweat on his forehead and nose. .

Seeing that the other party did not reply for a long time, Ye Jia coughed politely:

"Hello?"

The clerk suddenly came back to her senses, she nodded quickly: "Oh! Immediately!"

She skillfully reached out to pick up the paper cup on the side, and asked:

"Do you want it at room temperature or with ice?"

"It needs to be hot." Ye Jia took out two banknotes and put them on the window sill.

...Drinking hot milk tea in such a hot weather?

Moreover, in this age, there are still young people who don't use mobile phones to pay.

The clerk muttered in her heart, while turning around to get busy.

·

5 minute later.

Holding hot milk tea, Ye Jia walked unhurriedly towards the building beside him.

Two men stood in the shadows below the building, their heads down, wondering what they were doing.

Zhao Dong raised his head and looked at Ye Jia who was standing beside him. His eyes fell on the milk tea in Ye Jia's hand, and he said with a teasing smile:

"Aren't you tired of drinking these sweet things?"

"You don't understand." Ye Jia shrugged and replied casually: "I call it learning the business model of milk tea shops in advance."

Cheng Cezhi, who was standing aside, raised his head upon hearing the sound, and looked blankly at the two chatting in front of him: "...what?"

Zhao Dong smiled "haha": "I don't know, our Young Master Ye dreams of opening a milk tea shop after retirement, so we have already started planning for the future from now on."

Cheng Cezhi: "..."

Wait, he looks like he's in his twenties at most.

He couldn't hold back, and asked: "But, isn't there still at least 40 years left?"

Ye Jia replied without changing his face: "The government doesn't support idlers. In case of layoffs someday, I will definitely be the first to be laid off."

He took another sip of milk tea slowly: "I call it a rainy day."

Zhao Dong: "..."

Cheng Cezhi: "..."

So, why do some people talk so confidently about being in a government agency and waiting to die?

Ye Jia brought the topic back:

"How did your test go?"

"It's not going well." Cheng Cezhi looked down at the dark, detector-like instrument in his hand, and frowned: "It's almost impossible to collect any useful data here."

Zhao Dong frowned:

"This index is too low. It seems that we still have to go in in the end."

Ye Jia lowered his eyes slightly, watching the two people in front of him study the index on the instrument, and took another sip of the hot milk tea in the cup.

The mellow fresh milk and the refreshing tea aroma blend together, and it is slightly hot, but it is not a big problem.

As of this month, Ye Jia has served in the Supernatural Phenomena Administration for two years.

The Occult Authority, as the name suggests, is the secret government department that manages all paranormal phenomena.

Most of the targets of this department are lonely wandering ghosts who occasionally make some strange sounds and phenomena. Powerful ghosts and wraiths only appear occasionally, and the chance of encountering them is almost as good as winning the lottery.

The Administration is responsible for solving these supernatural and supernatural phenomena before the public discovers them, and explaining them in a scientific way after the fact, so as to prevent ordinary people from discovering that there is such a turbulent mystery hidden in their daily peaceful lives. The weird world is known as protecting civilians—but Ye Jia has reservations about it.

There are talented people and strange people in the Occult Administration, but they are basically concentrated in the headquarters.

As for the logistics department where Ye Jia works, they are basically ordinary people, who are responsible for doing odd jobs, doing paper work, or occasionally going outside once or twice to clean up the battle scene and collect data.

—In short, social animals.

"It's really a bit of a shame to go out to work in such a hot day." Zhao Dong wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his expression was a little sluggish: "I hope there is an air conditioner inside."

He turned his head and glanced at Ye Jia who was standing beside him, and sighed jealously: "If only I wasn't afraid of heat like you."

Ye Jia didn't bother to talk to him.

He yawned again, drank the milk tea in one gulp, and threw it into the trash can beside him:

"Let's fight quickly."

The paper cups collided with the empty bottom of the trash can, making a dull sound.

The noise of the news broadcast came from the electrical store next to the building, which seemed distant and blurred in the hot air scorched by the sun, and it was almost impossible to distinguish what the host said without listening carefully:

"... Recently, there have been many strange disappearances in the city... The police are fully investigating..."

The three of them walked into the building carrying the equipment box.

The building was gloomy.

Compared with the scorching light outside that was so hot that it was almost dazzling, the inside of the building was much darker, but it was equally stuffy.

There was a musty and damp smell unique to old buildings in the air, which made people almost breathless.

Zhao Dong wiped his face and cursed angrily.

No air conditioning.

Cheng Cezhi focused on the detector in his hand—it was a product developed by the Administration to detect and collect abnormal energy, but at this moment, the folded line on the display remained motionless, and did not change a bit from the outside of the building to the inside of the building half point.

He shook his head and gave up trying: "Let's go, let's go upstairs."

The elevators here are obviously old. The small space is full of rust and stains, and various small advertisements are plastered layer by layer. As they rise up and shake, the steel cables make a shocking creaking sound, as if It looks like it will fall anytime.

Watching the gradually increasing number of layers, Ye Jia asked:

"What scene are we going to this time?"

Cheng Cezhi was surprised: "No way, Brother Ye, you didn't read the mission document before you came?"

Ye Jia replied slowly: "It's too long."

Cheng Cezhi: "..."

Although he now has a little understanding of his colleagues' unscrupulous fishing style, but... this is a bit too honest.

He sighed, resigned to his fate and began to briefly summarize this task for the other party.

A young girl disappeared mysteriously after entering the building. The surveillance camera at the entrance of the building only recorded her walking in, and then never went out again. It was not until a week later that the residents smelled a rotten smell and called the police. People went to the 404 Her body was found in the room. The skin on her body had been peeled off completely, and her belly was swollen due to rot. But the strange thing was that she was lying peacefully on the bed, without any signs of struggle or bondage on her body.

Cheng Cezhi scratched his hair:

"Because there have been a lot of similar disappearances in the city recently, so the higher-ups attach great importance to it, and specially sent a special investigation team to investigate. They looked at the scene of the murder, but they didn't find anything wrong, so they directly paid for the girl's soul. The body has gone beyond."

It is said to be superseding, but it is actually more like extermination. This kind of soul that died in vain can easily develop into a more terrifying ghost in the future, so the organization will often act first and kill hidden dangers in the cradle.

"Then what are we this time?" Ye Jia glanced at the detector in Cheng Cezhi's hand.

"Collect the remaining energy." Cheng Cezhi replied, "Take it back and see if there is any value that can be analyzed."

At this moment, only a "ding" was heard.

With a tremor, the elevator stopped, and the elevator door jammed, but it still opened slowly to both sides.

The door of 404 is closed tightly, and the yellow isolation belt at the murder scene has not been removed. Even through a layer of doors, you can still smell the faint rancid smell that cannot be covered by the pungent disinfectant smell.

Cheng Cezhi felt a little nauseous.

He strengthened his courage: "Let's go, let's go."

Most of the furniture and obstacles in 404 have been cleared away, and a human silhouette lying flat was drawn on the ground, and the rotten stench intensified.

Ye Jia drooped his eyelids, leaning against the wall idly, watching the two busy.

Zhao Dong put on his gloves, opened the notebook he carried with him, and began to write and draw on it, while Cheng Cezhi scanned the room inch by inch with the detector, looking for even the slightest fluctuation.

Also weird.

Undead souls often have some residual energy after being saved, and the greater the resentment, the more residual energy. Logically speaking, this young girl died in vain, and this place should not be so clean.

When Cheng Cezhi moved to the door, suddenly, a slight fluctuation was detected on the instrument dial.

It's subtle, but the fold line jumps noticeably.

He was overjoyed, and walked along the direction of energy fluctuations, searching for the best angle to collect more fluctuations.

Unknowingly, Cheng Cezhi left the room.

He focused on the instrument in his hand, and walked along the dark depths of the corridor bit by bit.

Suddenly, Cheng Cezhi stopped abruptly.

He raised his head, but unexpectedly found himself standing at the door of the elevator.

Cheng Cezhi looked around blankly.

No... He clearly remembered walking in the opposite direction of the elevator, how could...?

There was a dead silence in the corridor.

The glare of sunlight outside the building seems to be unable to penetrate the foggy and dirty glass at all. The dark and narrow space is lit only by the squeaking light bulb above the head, and the walls are mottled. looming.

Cheng Cezhi shivered involuntarily.

Wait, why is it so cold?

The sweltering heat felt in the downstairs hall seemed to be a thing of the last century.

Obviously there was no wind, but he seemed to feel an extremely cold breath eroding his skin, quickly soaking into the cracks in his bones, and a shivering feeling crawled up from the depths of his spine, making him feel flustered inexplicably.

And it was too quiet.

Cheng Cezhi turned his head to look behind in panic, but the door of 404 was closed tightly, and the figures of the two people walking together could not be seen at all.

Suddenly, without warning, the detector in his hand suddenly started beeping frantically.

The piercing mechanical sound echoed in the empty and cold stairwell. Cheng Cezhi was frightened and shook his head. He subconsciously looked down at the instrument in his hand, only to see that the broken line on it rose suddenly, and the sharply rising index trembled, as if he was anxious alarm.

The next second, there was a sudden sound behind him.

"Ding".

Slowly and silently, the elevator doors swung open without anyone pressing a button.

Countless small black hands protruded from the elevator door, each of which was as cold as ice, tightly sticking to Cheng Cezhi's exposed skin, sucking the warmth of his body.

"whee."

One after another, densely entangled him.

Cheng Cezhi's teeth chattered, and the breath he exhaled condensed into a white mist in the air, sticking to his nose wetly.

He stared wide-eyed in horror, but his shrill scream seemed to be blocked in his throat like an ice cube, and he could only make a strange guttural sound of "clack".

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Cezhi heard a small voice in his ear, whispering softly with vicious malice:

"Very hungry, very hungry...hehe."

The scene in front of him was like a nightmare from which he could not climb out.

In extreme panic, Cheng Cezhi rolled his eyes and passed out.

More little black hands poked out from the elevator, pulling Cheng Cezhi to fall into the darkness. At this moment, a lazy voice came from a distance, suddenly breaking the silence:

"Hey."

The young man's eyelashes drooped slightly with his skin so white that it was almost transparent, half covering his eyes as pale as glass. He stood at the entrance of the corridor not far away, and said unhurriedly:

"This is my colleague, no way."

"It smells so good..." The little black hands wriggled and murmured, "He smells so good."

"I was going to save it for the last one."

"But he found out."

"Then eat it now!"

In the next second, countless black hands rushed out from the elevator room, and attacked the young man standing not far away along the wall and floor!

"Very hungry, very hungry!"

The voice became sharper and harsher, like fingernails scratching on glass:

"I really want to eat, I really want to eat, I really want to eat..."

Unexpectedly, the youth did not dodge or evade.

The little black hand grasped his thin and white wrist, happily began to suck——

Immediately afterwards, a sharp howl came from the black hand: "No! No! What is this! What is this!"

There is aura in the living, and yin in the dead.

When Yin Qi is condensed and resentment accumulates, it becomes a ghost.

——But in the living body of the young man in front of him, there is a dark and ghostly aura hidden in the bone.

Thick and dark, cold and evil.

He lowered his eyes calmly, without any superfluous expression on his face, his whole body was like an illusory shadow, standing far away from this world, condescendingly examining the specter in front of him.

Almost overwhelming power surged and surged in his human body, silently revealing sharp and terrifying minions.