After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

The events of the past two days have been one after another. As a salted fish who has become accustomed to a stable life in reality, Ye Jia really feels a little unaccustomed to it.

So, after leaving the hospital, like all social animals who get seven days of paid leave, the first thing he did when he got home was——

go to bed.

Ye Jia buried his head in the quilt and slept in the dark for twelve hours.

When he woke up, it was already dark.

There was only a little blue light shining in the distance, and the faint sound of cheerful music came from the direction of the light.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw a mobile phone with a bright screen floating in the air, and the little black hand turned into two hands, sliding on the screen with full attention.

Ye Jia: "...what are you doing?"

Little Black Hand: "You're awake!"

It hugged the mobile phone and floated towards the bed. While floating, it shouted excitedly: "This thing called a mobile phone! It's so fun! There are so many interesting things in it! Look at this..."

Ye Jia glanced at the screen.

Fight the landlord.

The little black hand straightened up triumphantly: "I've already won a lot of golden beans!"

Ye Jia glanced again.

——It’s still the man-machine version.

Ye Jia: "...as long as you like it."

He got up from the bed, slipped on his slippers, walked slowly to the kitchen, and made himself a cup of hot tea.

Before he could take two sips, he heard a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock".

Ye Jia was taken aback.

He never told anyone where he lived, and he didn't have any friends at the Authority who he could visit.

Who will come?

Ye Jia frowned, walked to the door, and turned the doorknob.

As soon as the door was opened, Cheng Cezhi was standing at the door, with a smirk on his face, and a huge fruit basket in his hand:

"Brother Ye, it's me!"

Ye Jia's right hand hanging by his side loosened slightly, and the phantom of the sickle disappeared into the air like mist.

He asked, "Why are you here?"

Cheng Cezhi: "The group of people from the combat department guarded me for three days, but nothing happened. Later, their department was really short of manpower, so they simply let me go."

He grinned: "After I returned to the logistics department, I heard that you had a week off due to a work-related injury, so I came to see you..."

Ye Jia rubbed his messy hair, sighed, and stepped aside:

"come in."

Cheng Cezhi put down the fruit basket, Ye Jia came from the kitchen with two cups of hot tea, he got up quickly to take them, and then carefully sat down on the sofa.

"Speaking of which," Ye Jia took a sip of his tea, "How do you know my address?"

Cheng Cezhi was a little dazed: "Hey, don't other people know? I... I asked my uncle."

Ye Jia had a bad premonition in his heart:

"Your uncle? Who?"

"Hey, you should have heard of him..." Cheng Cezhi pursed his lips and smiled with some embarrassment: "It's that Cheng Ze."

Cheng Ze, the director of the M City Branch of the Supernatural Administration.

Ye Jia: "..."

Rely on, related households.

No wonder their minister has such a good attitude towards this newcomer! !Old double standard! !

Suddenly, Cheng Cezhi took a breath, his face was frightened, and he lowered his voice:

"Ye, Brother Ye, you, don't look back!"

Ye Jia: "?"

Cheng Cezhi's eyes were straightened, he stared closely at Ye Jia's back, and then said in a suffocating tone, softly and slowly: "I...I suspect that a ghost has followed you back..."

Ye Jia felt a "thump" in his heart.

Could it be that the little black hand is addicted to Dou Landlord after finishing it, and still let the phone float?

At this moment, the little black hand reached over and climbed onto his shoulder skillfully: "What is that human being talking about? If there is a ghost following, can I not find it?"

It doesn't have a cell phone.

But before Ye Jia breathed a sigh of relief, Cheng Cezhi let out another suffocating gasp, and said tremblingly:

"Ye, Brother Ye...I think...it's on your shoulder..."

Ye Jia: "?"

Little Black Hand: "?"

Ye Jia turned his head to look at the little black hand on his shoulder, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

...Cheng Cezhi can see it?

The previous time in the elevator, the little black hand suddenly became stronger because of the malicious mutation of other ghosts, and it increased by nearly two levels, so it can be directly seen by ordinary people with the naked eye, but after being eliminated by Ye Jia once, It has become very weak now, and it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to see it.

Cheng Cezhi's teeth were chattering, and he touched his waist: "I, I'm called Bureau..."

Ye Jia pinched the bridge of his nose with some headache: "...you wait."

Cheng Cezhi didn't listen, and was still groping tremblingly.

Ye Jia turned his head and directed the little black hand: "Go and grab it."

"Come on." The little black hand rushed over at once, and arbitrarily and unreasonably snatched the emergency pager from Cheng Ce, who was screaming in fright.

Cheng Cezhi's face was pale, and his back was pressed tightly against the sofa:

"You, you..."

Ye Jia pointed to the little black hand beside him: "Let me introduce, this is the one who haunted you in the building back then."

The little black hand waved to him friendly.

But Cheng Cezhi looked as if he could pass out in a second.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

How should this story be completed...

—Two ten minutes later.

Cheng Cezhi held the hot tea, although his face was still pale, but his expression was much calmer than before.

"So, you mean, it was polluted by the malice of another ghost, so it attacked me?"

Ye Jia nodded.

"Then...why can I see it?"

"I don't know." Ye Jia shrugged: "Maybe it's because you've seen too many ghosts recently."

Ordinary people who are over-exposed to high-intensity Yin Qi will develop a certain degree of spiritual vision.

"Then, what about you?" Cheng Cezhi asked cautiously.

Although Ye Jia has always been gentle and gentle, but for some reason, Cheng Cezhi always felt that there was something like an abyss in him, which made people feel uncontrollably awed, and couldn't resist the temptation of curiosity to get closer.

"Natural." Ye Jia replied without blushing.

He didn't have spiritual vision before he entered the game, but after living in the place with the highest concentration of Yin Qi for so long, he naturally possessed this ability.

— After all, those who didn't get it are already dead.

"Then since you have this talent, why don't you work in the combat department?" Cheng Cezhi became excited: "Do you need help? I can find my uncle..."

Ye Jia: "..."

Go to Combat Section?

Does he feel that there is too little overtime, or is he worried that the bonus on the hate list is not high enough?

Ye Jia: "No, I think it would be good to just hang out in the logistics department and wait to die."

Cheng Cezhi: "Yes..."

Ye Jia interrupted him resolutely: "I love this job very much, and I will dedicate all my time and energy to the field I love."

Cheng Cezhi: "..."

Why do some people say "want to be a salted fish" so high-sounding?

Ye Jia sent Cheng Cezhi, who had obviously recovered, to the door of his house. Before the other party left, he supported the door frame with his hands, and Cheng Cezhi smiled slightly: "You won't tell others what happened today, will you?"

The bright lights in the living room coated the young man's side face with a layer of gold, his light-colored eyes were slightly squinted, and his expression looked extraordinarily amiable.

But for some reason, Cheng Cezhi suddenly shivered.

He shook his head like a rattle.

Ye Jia smiled and waved to him: "Good night."

As soon as the door was closed, the little black hand stretched out from Ye Jia's shoulder: "He said so, do you believe that?"

Ye Jia lowered his eyes and smiled gently: "Of course."

He flicked his fingers lightly, and a black shadow emerged from his fingertips, and slipped out along the crack of the door.

Little Black Hand: "!"

Ye Jia put his fingertips on his lips: "Because I supervise."

Little Black Hand: "..."

Grass, this man is so scary.

I really want to go back to the game woo woo woo woo woo.

·

The dark and viscous night spread out, like thick black ink, soaking the entire city in it.

On an empty street corner, a narrow street lamp was lit alone, a little yellow and bleak light was submerged in the night.

"Zizi-"

Amidst the intermittent sound of electric current, the lights flickered twice.

Almost in the blink of an eye, no one saw what happened, and when the street lights came on, a figure suddenly appeared on the corner of the street.

The thick shadow spread and elongated under the man's feet, splitting the light like a sharp knife, piercing straight into the bottomless night with a sense of sternness far away from the ordinary world.

Ji Xuan looked up at the sky.

City M.

No one except him can see that this small city is shrouded in a layer of ominous black air, the dark mist is condensed, swirling, surging, secretly watching, as if waiting for some opportunity like.

He looked away indifferently, as if he didn't care about it.

Bright red dark streaks slowly emerged on the ground, rising like sea waves, rushing towards Ji Xuan's feet.

The more and more intense scarlet gradually condensed into outlines and entities in front of the man's toes. The huge white bones spread out like wings, and strands of flesh and blood hung between the bones, and a blood-red liquid that slowly pulsated was wrapped underneath. , the blurred and terrified faces of human beings and the torn stumps appeared and disappeared in the blood.

It raised its goat-like skull and looked at the man in front of it with its dark eye sockets.

Ji Xuan bent down, his pale and slender fingers brushed gently over its skull, and his voice was calm and gentle:

"Good boy."

At this time, from the bottomless darkness outside the street lamp, a faint whisper sounded:

"Wang, do we need to find him?"

"No." Ji Xuan didn't lift his eyelids: "As long as he wants to hide, you will never find him."

He moved closer to the monster and whispered something in its ear.

The huge monster turned around, its scarlet and white back bulged, like a fish submerged in the sea, it quietly dived below the ground, just like when it came, it disappeared without a trace.

Ji Xuan raised his eyes, a cool cold light flickered deep in his pupils:

"Track all the ghosts in this city, and find their intersection."

The higher the level of ghosts, the easier it is to be attracted to each other.

They are eager to kill and devour each other, and nourish and grow with the flesh and blood of the same kind. This kind of attraction is instinctive. The darker and purer it is, the sweeter and more attractive it is.

——Except for games, there is no place that can have such a strong ghostly atmosphere.

And the man he wanted to find was the best of them all.

He is a natural magnet, although after being restrained deliberately, this magnetism becomes very weak, so weak that it can be hidden in the large and small eddies of the city, but it will not disappear.

Even if he hides perfectly in human society, there will always be a series of strange things happening around him.

"Investigate all the information in that human organization and look for patterns."

The man's voice was indifferent and calm, conveying instructions in an orderly manner.

"Yes."

A faint voice sounded from the dark.

Immediately afterwards, everything fell silent again.

Ji Xuan looked at the dark sky in the distance, his eyes were deep, as if caught in some kind of long-term memory.

A bloody smile flicked across his lips.

Unknowingly, such a long time has passed...

Do you miss me?elder brother.