After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

"What! What is this!"

Countless black arms protruding from the elevator danced crazily in the narrow corridor, the thick and sticky shadows were like asphalt, the cold and sinister breath surged, and the temperature in the air became more and more bone-chilling.

"You! What are you!"

As if being scalded, the little black hand made a strange "hissing" sound, and quickly shrank back in fear of avoiding it.

But what I didn't expect was that the young man, who was still motionless just now, suddenly turned his wrist, and unexpectedly caught the little black hand in the palm of his hand.

"It's hot! It's hot!!" A piercing scream sounded: "It's ice! It's ice!! Let me go!"

The phantom in the air was intangible and intermittent, but the little black hand held in the opponent's palm could not break free from the young man's seemingly easy grasp no matter what.

It could feel that ghostly aura that was so pure and cold that it almost made it tremble was transmitted from the place where it was in contact with the other party.It brought a kind of trembling that originated from instinct, just like facing a predator that has not yet awakened, just the breath leaked faintly in the deep sleep of the other party makes it subconsciously afraid.

No matter what it is, the existence in front of me is definitely not human!

But it does have breathing and heartbeat, and all vital signs are normal and impeccable.

What's even more frightening is that it can detect a little emotion transmitted from the other party, which is extremely familiar - hunger.

"Monster!" It screamed tragically: "Monster!!! Monster!!!"

Countless pitch-black arms danced more and more frantically, and the screams were mixed with countless chaotic curses and threats that did not express their meaning.

Ye Jia had a headache from the noise, he pinched his fingers fiercely, the little black hand seemed to be gripped by some invisible force around the neck, the arm swinging in the air also froze suddenly, and suddenly fell silent.

The pitch-black mist on its body suddenly became lighter, as if part of it had been swallowed.

"Don't talk nonsense," Ye Jia's voice was still lazy: "I am a human being, a genuine human being."

Wraith: "..."

- No ghost will believe you! ! !

The next second, feeling the threatening tightening of the palm on his body, Wraith screamed: "You are human! You are human!"

Satisfied, Ye Jia relaxed a little.

He raised his head and glanced at Cheng Cezhi who was lying on the side, unconscious.

The other party's face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, half of his body had been dragged into the elevator shaft, and black mist-like particles like gunpowder smoke diffused from the place where he was deeply sunken, and even a few meters away, he could clearly feel it coming from The cold and dead air.

The place inside the elevator door is no longer human.

It is a layer of darkness created by resentment superimposed on the real world, and only ghosts above B level can create it.

If Cheng Cezhi was really dragged in, then there would really be no bones left.

Ye Jia was thoughtful.

He has never seen a B-level ghost in the real world.

and……

Ye Jia lowered his head and looked at the little black hand that was still struggling and trembling, his light-colored eyes narrowed slightly.

This should be the unusual energy fluctuation he just sensed in the elevator.

But... compared to ordinary B-rank ghosts, this one is too weak.

But that's not the point.

Ye Jia shook that little black hand: "Pull my colleague back."

Ordinary humans can't stay in the space of wraiths for too long, even if only a small part of their bodies are trapped in it, their vitality will be continuously lost.

Xiao Hei shook his hands, and humiliatedly complied.

In the next second, several thin, light-colored but somewhat gray arms stretched out from the elevator shaft, grabbed Cheng Cezhi's legs and body, slowly dragged him out of the darkness, and then " "Bang" and dropped it on the ground.

Ye Jia: "..."

It's too much like throwing garbage.

After Cheng Cezhi woke up, he would probably be in pain for several days.

"It's so cold...so hot..." The little black hand hissed and twitched in Ye Jia's palm: "Now you can let me go... hurry up..."

Ye Jia glanced at it lightly: "That can't be done."

Let the suspected B-level ghost continue to make trouble in his area?He didn't want to work overtime until he died.

The young man's eyes drooped slightly. No matter his skin color or eye color, the pigment on his whole body was a little too light, like a pale phantom, which seemed out of place in the dark and ghostly corridor.

He smiled:

"However, I can make the process a little faster."

In the next second, the slender fingertips flipped, and a silver-white cold light flashed across the flash—"呵."

The sound of sharp blades piercing through the air sounded.

There were not even shrill screams or unnecessary struggles, and the shadow that was as huge as a giant beast suddenly disappeared, as if it had been directly erased from reality.

The darkness in the elevator room slowly dissipated, revealing the old and dirty metal walls.

The cold temperature faded away a little bit.

The sunlight penetrated the blurred glass little by little, coating the inside of the corridor with a normal color.

The elevator door jammed twice, then slowly closed.

·

I don't know how long it took.

Cheng Cezhi felt himself being shaken: "...Hey, wake up."

His eyelids moved, and he slowly opened his eyes. Zhao Dong's concerned face moved closer: "What's wrong with you? Why are you lying here?"

At that moment, all the previous memories flooded back like a tide - the cold and sudden drop in temperature, the dark elevator like another world, and the countless black palms rushing from it...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Cheng Cezhi screamed.

Zhao Dong was taken aback, and hurriedly retreated, rubbing his sore ears: "What are you doing!"

Cheng Cezhi bounced up from the ground suddenly, but in the next second, a sharp pain hit him as if he had been run over by a car, and he was smashed back to the ground like a blow to the head.

Grinning his teeth, he gasped and stopped screaming.

Ye Jia came over belatedly: "What's wrong?"

Trembling, Cheng Cezhi turned his head to look at the elevator - the elevator was closed, and everything was as usual.

Pointing to the elevator, he stammered, "Hands... there are many hands..."

Zhao Dong scratched his head: "Have you been haunted?"

In places where ghosts once haunted, there will be many unusual energy particles left behind, and these particles will have an effect on people with unstable minds or weak spiritual energy, allowing them to see some terrifying hallucinations , which is the so-called being haunted.

Occult Authority employees are more susceptible to these particles than ordinary people.

Ye Jia personally believes that this is related to their high-pressure working environment and excessive overtime hours.

He shook his head and sighed:

"I've told the minister many times that it's immoral to squeeze employees too much, and we need to rest."

Ye Jia sincerely suggested:

"When you go back and complain to the minister later, you should be able to ask for a few more days of paid leave."

Zhao Dong: "..."

Cheng Cezhi: "..."

So why are you so proficient!

With Zhao Dong's support, Cheng Cezhi slowly got up from the ground. He rubbed his sore neck and looked around at the extremely normal environment around him—the weird scene he had seen before was like fog under the sun. It disappeared like a dream.

Could it be... is it really haunted?

He looked down at the detector beside him, the detector had been broken, the screen was pitch black, and no data had been collected.

Cheng Cezhi slumped his shoulders in frustration.

——This time the field work was for nothing.

·

The Occult Authority is located in an office building not far from the city center.

The upper layer is for glasses, and the lower layer is for design.

And the sign on their floor is "clean energy recycling" - commonly known as garbage disposal.

It's a secret government department.

It is indeed very hidden.

At the end of the dark and crowded corridor, a dusty "Logistics Department" sign hangs crookedly on the door, which is filled with sundries. In the center of the sundries, a few small desks constitute the entire office area of ​​the Logistics Department.

Cheng Cezhi dejectedly handed over the discarded detector to the head of the logistics department——Liu Zhaocheng, a serious and slightly bald middle-aged man, always with a rigid face, as if he wanted to scare away all those who tried to cast their gazes on the top of his head with his eyes. people.

"I see." After listening to what happened, the minister said, "I'll give you an afternoon off. You go to the medical department for a check-up, and then go back and have a good rest..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Jia slowly raised his hand: "Minister..."

"Don't think about it." Liu Zhaocheng said coldly without lifting his eyelids, "Go to work."

Ye Jia: "..."

Being a social animal is too difficult.

He looked sickly in the direction of his seat, but the next second, Ye Jia was stunned.

He couldn't find his chair for a while.

Because everything is packed with thick, mountainous stacks of documents, there are hardly any gaps to be seen on the table.

"Dispose of it before tomorrow, or the bonus will be deducted... If I remember correctly, your year-end bonus should not be much anymore, right?" The minister twitched his lips with a smile: "Come on."

Ye Jia: "..."

That's not what I'm in this department for.

What about idle jobs? !

·

early morning.

The sky turned pale.

Ye Jia yawned, stared sleepily at the mountains of documents still piled up in front of him, and rubbed his messy hair.

Fortunately, the minister granted him an extrajudicial grace and allowed him to take the documents home for processing, otherwise he would have to work overtime in the administration.

Ye Jia didn't want to stay in the department for so long, after all his cubicle was too crowded.

He stretched, stood up slowly, dragged his shoes, and walked towards the kitchen.

——I don't know if it's his illusion, but Ye Jia always feels that something is not right in the city recently.

Not only the case of serial disappearances, but also the number of supernatural events that have occurred recently is really unusual. There is an obvious shortage of staff in the management office, and all the staff are extremely busy. Even the most idle logistics department is working overtime. Add to dizziness.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes, and while thinking endlessly, he stretched out his hand and opened the door of the refrigerator——

A familiar little black hand poked out from it.

It hid tremblingly behind the refrigerator door, calling obsequiously:

"Hi! Good morning..."

Ye Jia: "..."

He slammed the refrigerator door shut with a bang.

The little black hand let out a "squeak" scream when it was pinched, and then shrank unsteadily from the gap in the refrigerator door.

Ye Jia turned around expressionlessly, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

...Well, if you work too much overtime, you will definitely experience hallucinations.