After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

A daze flashed across Ye Jia's eyes.

This is the first time his expression has changed tonight, like a small crack suddenly split on a perfect mask, revealing a little bit of real emotion.

There was a dead silence in the corridor.

You can only hear the "sizzling" sound from the voice-activated light above your head.

The little boy walked towards him from the end of the corridor, the dark vortex rolled behind him, as if bit by bit eroding the light:

"Brother, I miss you so much."

Ye Jia remained motionless.

He didn't retreat or step forward, but just stood there fixedly, watching the little boy approaching him step by step.

"Why didn't you come to me?"

He approached step by step.

Ask one sentence at a time:

"Brother, don't you like me?"

The distance between the two shortened little by little, and finally there was only one step left.

The boy raised his pale face, looked at Ye Jia with those big dark eyes, and his voice was hoarse, which is unique to the juvenile voice-changing period:

"Why did you leave me?"

Ye Jia lowered his eyes to look at the little boy in front of him, the dark tide surged deep in his pale eyes, just like the gloomy sea surface before a storm hit.

"Brother, I'm so cold." The little boy looked at him sadly, his thin shoulders trembling slightly, and tears glistened in his dark eyes.

——Finally, Ye Jia's fingertips hanging by his side moved slightly.

He squatted down slowly, then opened his arms, and gently embraced the little boy into his arms.

The little boy's pointed chin rested on the youth's thin shoulders. Where the other party couldn't see, the whites and pupils of the eyes were dyed a jet black color, and the pale lips were slowly dyed a blood-like bright red, strangely Tilt up.

At this time, the young man spoke next to his ear, his voice filled with countless emotions and sighs, as well as a trace of unspeakable sadness:

"do you know……"

The deeper the upward arc of the scarlet mouth, the more greedy and terrifying it appears——

Go ahead and confess.

Let your soul brew more fragrant scents...

The next second, the other party's voice suddenly became cold and calm: "The first thing he will do when he sees me is not to come up and hug me."

Ye Jia's voice was as soft as a sigh, even with a slight smile:

"—but to kill me."

The smile on the "little boy" froze: What...? !

Before it could react, a cold feeling suddenly passed through his chest, like a breeze.

The "little boy" lowered his head slowly.

The huge sickle shone bright and white under the dim light, cutting its body in half as easily as cutting tofu.

This this……

It stared, almost in disbelief at what it saw.

Immediately afterwards, a substantial pain began to roll in its body, and a miserable scream came from its high-hanging lips: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—"

The shape of the little boy melted, and it turned into a pale and huge strange face. Below the face was connected with a network of blood vessels densely packed like spider webs. Those blood vessels were buried deep under the ground and walls, as if the whole building The building is like nutrition.

The face roared unwillingly, the scarlet blood vessels frantically danced in the air, and a pair of black eyes without whites stared at the young man in front of him resentfully.

Ye Jia stood up slowly.

Pale fingers with distinct bones were holding the handle of the pitch-black sickle, a pair of inorganic light-colored eyes drooped slightly, condescendingly looking down at the monster that was struggling and screaming at his feet, slowly dissolving, and chuckled quickly:

"bon appétit."

【I wish you a good appetite】

That weird and ugly face was distorted and burned on the ground, the color became lighter and lighter, and the deafening roars and screams gradually became smaller, and the stench and rot floating in the air The smell also became thinner and weaker.

The dark clouds that originally shrouded the entire residential building began to slowly dissipate.

Ye Jia squinted his eyes, and the tip of his pale tongue swept over his lower lip.

——Actually, the taste is okay.

Especially compared to the smoker he ate earlier.

It tastes a bit like carrots.

Suddenly, as if feeling something, he raised his hand and rubbed against his cheek.

The fingertips were stained bright red.

Ye Jia's side face was cut open at some point, and a trace of blood slowly seeped out.

He frowned somewhat annoyed.

Or just distracted.

On the pale skin, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a few seconds, only a shallow mark and blood that hadn't dried up remained.

Ye Jia turned around and walked out.

When he passed the half-open door on the first floor, he paused and turned his head to look into the room.

The stiff corpse of the old man sat quietly on the armchair, staring at the blue sky with absent-minded eyes, as if waiting for the fate to come.

The crumpled piece of paper fell to the ground.

Ye Jia hesitated for a moment, turned around and walked into the room, bent down to pick up the piece of paper from the ground, and then put it back on the old man's lap.

Just like in the beginning.

Before leaving, Ye Jia turned off the lights in the room.

He looked into the dark room and said, "Good night."

The night wind outside the residential building regained its previous warmth.

Ye Jia walked forward along the road, and the little black hand finally untied his body at this moment, and crawled back onto Ye Jia's shoulders again.

It grabbed Ye Jia's collar and secretly glanced at his quiet side face.

Finally, the little black hand plucked up his courage and asked cautiously:

"That... who was that little boy at the end in the building just now?"

Ye Jia's eyes fell on the vast night sky in the distance: "... just an insignificant person."

He retracted his gaze, glanced at the little black hand on his shoulder, and frowned:

"When did I allow you to come out?"

Little Black Hand: "...Hmm."

Under the death stare of the other party, it tied itself back into the knot, and then crawled back into Ye Jia's pocket.

The little black hand stared blankly at the dark cloth in front of him.

Speaking of which... it once secretly saw the appearance of the king in the distance.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the kid just now... seems to be somewhat similar to Wang?

It recalled Ye Jia's gaze just now, shivered, and shrank quietly into his pocket.

Forget it.

Let's wait until the boss forgets that he used his savings to recharge the little gold beans.

Still don't hit him with a gun.

·

the next day.

Ye Jia received a text message from Zhao Guangcheng.

Based on the loopholes in the confessions of Wang Shize and his wife, as well as the clues they found in their apartment, they have determined that their husband and wife are suspected of murdering Zhao Xiake, and the police have opened a case for investigation. Help, obviously it won't be settled due to lack of evidence like last time.

Ye Jia put down the phone, ignored the eager eyes of the little black hand, locked the screen, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Don't think about it." He shook his index finger expressionlessly.

Little black hand: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Ye Jia turned a blind eye to its prayers: "If you can't touch your phone for a week, you can't touch your phone for a week, not even one day less."

Little Black Hand: "..."

Hard-hearted human beings! ! !

It languished, and draped itself limply on the back of the chair, swaying in the wind like noodles.

Before it could get out of the lost mood, there was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door: "Brother Ye! It's me!"

It was Cheng Cezhi's voice.

The little black hand suddenly regained his energy, ran over and twisted the door open.

Although he had seen it more than once, Cheng Cezhi was obviously uncomfortable with the fact that it was a non-human being who opened the door for him. His eyes drifted away, and he was hesitant to walk in for a moment.

The little black hand didn't see any exception.

It enthusiastically explored the past: "Do you have Doudizhu on your mobile phone? Borrow it to play?"

Cheng Cezhi: "..."?

Dou, Doudizhu?

Ghosts still have this interest? ?

When Cheng Cezhi doubted his life, Ye Jia's voice came from afar:

"...don't give it!"

Cheng Cezhi: "..."

???

What?

Ye Jia came out of the room, and glanced at the little black hand lightly.

Without even needing words, the little black hands visibly wilted, and hung himself back on the back of the chair.

Cheng Cezhi stared blankly at the weird scene in front of him, and it took him a long time to find his language function:

"This...this is...?"

Ye Jia smiled, but his voice sounded cold and frightening: "It's nothing, it's just a punishment for spending money indiscriminately."

Cheng Cezhi: "..."

...This answer doesn't quite explain his doubts about the worldview.

"So," Ye Jia brought the topic back: "What are you doing here again?"

Cheng Cezhi: "...Brother Ye, the word "you" is very hurtful."

The smile on Ye Jia's face didn't change, obviously he wasn't going to comfort Cheng Cezhi's hurt heart.

Cheng Cezhi had no choice but to scratch his head, and continued: "By the way, I'm here to tell you that Zhao Dong was injured in an accident and went on vacation, so the minister asked me to bring you a message to let you end your vacation early."

He showed a warm smile to Ye Jia: "I happen to be on the way, so I can pass you slightly!"

Ye Jia: "..."

Sure enough, the appearance of this newcomer is definitely not a good thing.

Ye Jia squeezed out a smirk: "Do you understand now why I don't want to see you?"

His vacation ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! !

Cheng Cezhi: "...Understood."

I accidentally forgot that this is a fishing-type employee who doesn't want to go to work when he can take a vacation.

Sorry, I overstepped.

·

Inside an old residential building.

The old man's body was already frozen, and suddenly, the back of that wrinkled hand twitched violently.

A face the size of a fingernail slowly protruded.

That face looked pale and strange, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was twisted and terrifying.

Fortunately, when it first performed the illusion, it preserved a part of itself on this corpse, otherwise, I'm afraid it would have been completely wiped out in that corridor.

Those dark eyes with no whites were full of resentment and resentment.

Unexpectedly... the delicious food that was about to arrive in my mouth would actually kill me here.

It's abominable.

but……

There was a sinister and excited smile on that face with big fingernails.

It now has a more valuable harvest.

The iconic scythe, and the ability that is powerful enough to crush most ghosts...

That's right, it must be right this time.

The ACE, which all the ghosts are searching for, actually appeared in front of it today.

Hehehe...

Thinking of the astonishingly high bounty on the hate list, the smile on that face became even more joyful and wanton—as long as the king is provided with news, then it will be able to return to its strongest state in a short time, and it may even Climb to the throne of A-level ghosts.

And after Wang really catches ACE, it might get a piece of the pie to avenge today's revenge.

Indulging in sweet fantasies, the corners of the mouth on that face turned higher.

It separated out the remaining wisp of yin energy on its body, and spread the news to the outside world.