After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

Ye Jia opened the door expressionlessly.

Not surprisingly, two familiar faces appeared at the door.

Zhao Guangcheng and... Cheng Cezhi.

The former looked surprised, while the latter was evasive, obviously not recovering from the shock a few days ago.

Seeing Ye Jia, Zhao Guangcheng quickly looked down at the form in his hand, and raised his head in surprise: "Ah! So it's you! I said why did the name look so familiar just now..."

Cheng Cezhi showed a forced smile: "Brother Ye, morning, good morning."

Hearing the sound, the little black hand who rushed over leaned out from behind Ye Jia, and waved to him enthusiastically: "Hi!!!"

"..." Cheng Cezhi looked as if he was about to faint again.

"So," Ye Jia asked, "Why are you two this time?"

Zhao Guangcheng smirked and scratched his head: "Isn't there not enough manpower in this situation..."

Okay, got it, no more explanation needed.

After a few brief chats, Ye Jia probably understood the current investigation progress of the bureau.

The man he met yesterday was called Wang Shize, and he lived two blocks away from here. The two of them had already been to the hospital and had a brief talk with the person.

"It doesn't look like being haunted." Cheng Cezhi said.

"Yes, it's too deliberate and too targeted." Zhao Guangcheng nodded, and concluded: "It's more like a ghost."

Being haunted is generally random, but ghost haunting is completely different. They are life-threatening ghosts who only look for people who are related to their own death.

Cheng Cezhi agreed: "I also feel that this Wang Shize, I always feel that he seems to be hiding something."

They quickly decided on the division of labor.

Cheng Cezhi said, "I'll go to the police station and look through the files to see if this Wang Shize is connected to any murder or disappearance case."

"Okay." Zhao Guangcheng nodded: "Then Ye Jia and I will go to his house to see if we can pry out some clues from his family members."

Ye Jia who was cueed inexplicably: "..."

Damn why.

Zhao Guangcheng looked at Ye Jia, and said a little embarrassedly: "Hey...the main reason is that the efficiency of splitting up will be much higher, but there must be someone who can operate the equipment when going to the scene—"

He looked at Ye Jia with an indifferent face, patted his chest and assured him: "And I'll treat you to dinner today! I'll pack milk tea on the way! Order whatever you want!"

Ye Zheng was about to decline politely: "It's still..."

At this time, the bored little black hand came over and showed him excitedly: "Yes, do you know that the little golden beans can be recharged? I bought a lot of golden beans just now..."

"Ding dong."

The phone on the table vibrated slightly.

A text message popped up.

Ye Jia looked down at the balance: "..."

Hard, fist hard.

He counted his budget for today's dinner in his heart, took a deep breath, looked up at Zhao Guangcheng who was staring at him brightly, and smiled reluctantly:

"...It's a word."

Two 10 minutes later.

Ye Jia and Zhao Guangcheng came to the bottom of an honest residential building.

The faded walls are mottled and mottled, various clothes are hanging in the anti-theft iron windows, and the green plants that have not been pruned in time stick out of the window, which looks very lively.

Ye Jia looked up at the building in front of him, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Soon, he looked away.

The two walked in one after the other.

There is no elevator in the residential building. Even though it is still daytime, the light in the corridor is still very dim. The messy debris piled up in the narrow corridor makes it more difficult to walk.

Zhao Guangcheng stopped in front of one of the doors.

He knocked on the door: "Hello, is this Mr. Wang Shize's home?"

A woman's nervous voice came from inside the door, which sounded high-pitched and sharp in the narrow corridor: "We don't buy anything!"

"We are the investigation department for special affairs," Zhao Guangcheng said patiently, "May I borrow two minutes of your time?"

There was the sound of approaching footsteps from inside the door.

"Kara" "Kara".

The sound of metal clashing sounded in the corridor when the door latch was pulled, followed by the sound of iron chains, and finally the locked doorknob.

It took more than a minute before and after.

Zhao Guangcheng and Ye Jia looked at each other unexpectedly.

Finally, the door opened.

A woman's pale and frightened face appeared through the crack of the door, looking out: "Why are you looking for my husband?"

Zhao Guangcheng showed her his ID, and then continued:

"It's just a routine investigation. Has anything strange happened to your family recently?"

A shudder of horror obviously passed across the woman's face, she flinched a bit, then shook her head vigorously: "No, no."

She wanted to close the door, but Zhao Guangcheng blocked it with his feet quickly: "Wait, I think you already know what happened to your husband yesterday?"

The trembling of the woman became more obvious:

"So what?"

"Ma'am, I hope you don't take these things seriously." Zhao Guangcheng frowned anxiously, and his attitude became serious: "Do you know, if this continues, you and your husband may not live long..."

There was a hint of shaken look in the woman's eyes.

During the stalemate between the two, Zhao Guangcheng's cell phone rang suddenly.

After speaking briefly with the person on the phone, his expression changed slightly.

After hanging up the phone, he asked slowly, "Your sister Zhao Xiake lost her footing and drowned in the reservoir five years ago, right?"

"What...!" The woman's complexion suddenly changed, she stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes, her face was slightly distorted due to fear and anger, and her pale face looked extremely ferocious: "Get lost! Get out! Who gave you the right to say these nonsense in front of my house! This is my house, get out!"

She wanted to close the door, but Zhao Guangcheng held the door and refused to let her close it.

The two were in a stalemate, and the situation became tense for a moment.

Ye Jia suddenly spoke, and interjected: "I believe you should be clear about your current situation."

His voice was very calm, and there was a little indifference and distance in his slightly cold voice, which made people's hearts tremble:

"No one will believe what you say, no one can understand what happened to you," Ye Jia stepped forward, raised his hand and gently pulled Zhao Guangcheng back from the door, preventing him from blocking the door: "And now we are the only Someone who can help you."

He lowered his eyelashes, staring at the nervous woman in front of him, a pair of light amber pupils shining brightly in the dim light, his voice remained calm:

"So, are you sure you want to keep us out?"

The woman's hand pressing the door trembled slightly, her eyes flickering.

After a long time, it seemed as if the strength in her body had finally been drained, and her whole body was sluggish. She took two steps back, and a muffled voice came from the dark room:

"……come in."

·

"... At first, it was just a few phone calls." Zhao Wanjun buried her face in her hands and said tremblingly, "I called in the middle of the night, but no one spoke when I got through, only the sound of water droplets could be heard."

"Later, we could hear the sound of water everywhere, on the road, at home, at work..." She raised her tortured eyes, the blue and black under them were shocking: "It's not that kind, that kind of life What can be heard is the ordinary sound of water, but the sound of falling drop by drop...the regular sound, like the faucet is not tightened, and that sound is getting closer and closer to us."

"Five days ago, we invited the master to practice, me, we angered her...then...then..."

Zhao Wanjun trembled uncontrollably, her voice became hoarse and sharp because of fright:

"From that day on, she knocked on our door every night! Every night!"

She cried hysterically:

"Her death was an accident, an accident!! Not my fault... not my fault!!"

Zhao Guangcheng winked at Ye Jia, pulled him aside, and asked in a low voice:

"Do you believe what she says?"

Ye Jia asked back: "You don't believe it?"

"Of course!" Zhao Guangcheng said resolutely: "Wronged souls seek their lives, and they will always go to those who killed them indirectly or directly. If they really died accidentally, then their remnant souls will not be able to float for so long."

He continued: "If you want me to say, let's report to the Combat Division to deal with this wronged soul first, and then contact the police through the bureau to re-investigate the truth of the incident five years ago..."

Before Zhao Guangcheng finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by Ye Jia:

"Why did you wait five years?"

He was slightly taken aback: "What?"

Ye Jia lowered his eyes and repeated: "If it's a wronged soul claiming his life, why did he wait five years to come back?"

Zhao Guangcheng was stuck: "This..."

Ye Jia looked around at the chaotic furnishings in the room, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The air here is filled with a very deep Yin Qi, which is a very standard sign of being haunted by ghosts, and in Zhao Wanjun's tone, the guilt that is almost terrified cannot be disguised.

But... something just wasn't quite right.

Ye Jia patted Zhao Guangcheng's shoulder: "Do as you say first, brother."

·

After half an hour.

The team from the Combat Section came quickly and took over the case from their hands.

Ye Jia stood downstairs, waiting for the follow-up.

Cheng Cezhi hurried down the stairs.

"Brother Ye!" He was a little out of breath, but his eyes were bright: "Don't worry, everything is done!"

He took a break, then went on:

"Moreover, the police and us have been cooperating for a long time. Once the massacre is over, the police will resume investigating the case of Zhao Xiake's disappearance."

At this time, there was a soft bang upstairs, and the windows of Wang Shize's house lit up for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, footsteps came from far and near in the corridor.

Zhao Guangcheng walked out of the building door first, gave Ye Jiabi an OK gesture, and laughed heartily: "You're done! The task has been successfully completed!"

He put his hands on the shoulders of Ye Jia and Cheng Cezhi: "Let's go, let me treat you to dinner..."

Ye Jia was dragged forward, before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at the old residential buildings behind him.

He suddenly noticed that a family on the left on the first floor, although it was still broad daylight, still had thick curtains drawn.

The curtain moved slightly, revealing an old man's bluish-white face in the dark room.

He stared at a pair of bloodshot cloudy eyes, peeking out, his face had exactly the same expression as Zhao Wanjun's - the same fear, also full of guilt.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

Two consecutive buildings in the same building?

This is not the modus operandi of a murderous murder.

—he now knew where his sense of familiarity came from.

It is not wronged souls or ghosts that are responsible for the mischief, but monsters.

It is a bloody monster crawling out of the abyss of malice. Its body is filled with endless greed and hunger. It will never be satisfied and never stop until it consumes the entire block, the entire city, and even the entire world. .

The longer it is left, the stronger it will become and the harder it will be to eradicate.

Ye Jia turned around and walked forward with Cheng Cezhi Zhao Guangcheng.

A sigh was blown away by the wind.

It seems that I still have to come back tonight.

-

In the dark corner where the sun can't shine, a face slowly emerged, with scarlet lips raised high, and a strange smile, a pair of pure black eyes rolling, staring straight at Ye Jiali go direction.

How many deeply buried ugly memories, how many heavy secrets that cannot be revealed, can brew such a mellow and strong dark smell?

This should be... what a perfect prey.