After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

That night.

There was a dead silence in the hospital, lights were on in the deserted corridor, and two members of the Combat Division were reclining on their seats, already fast asleep.

The lights in the ward were off.

Through the special isolation glass, you can see a slightly protruding figure on the hospital bed.

Some kind of creepy gnawing sound came from the darkness, and it seemed more and more strange in the dark night.

Zhao Dong was lying on the bed, delirious with fever.

His consciousness has been blurred, but he is still awake.

He could feel that something evil was growing and growing inside his body, greedily gnawing at his flesh and internal organs, the unbearable itching and pain seemed to have thousands of bugs in his bones Like climbing up, life is worse than death.

The light in the corridor shines through the window into the dark ward, becoming the only light source.

Under the dim light, a black shadow appeared soundlessly.

Is it a hallucination?

Or was it burnt out?

The weak Zhao Dong struggled to open his eyes, trying to see the figure approaching his bed clearly.

The quilt on his body was lifted.

The living creatures in his body suddenly became restless without warning, and rushed violently in his body——

Zhao Dong's body shook suddenly, and he reflexively wanted to dodge and struggle.

At this time, his eyes suddenly went dark.

A cold hand silently covered his hot eyelids:

"Shh."

The temperature in the opponent's palm was very cold, like ice that suddenly fell into boiling water, which made him tremble all over.

There is a homely feeling.

For some reason, Zhao Dong's heart inexplicably settled down.

After confirming that Zhao Dong was no longer struggling, Ye Jia lowered his head to examine the other party's current situation.

The horribly swollen bruises had spread from the opponent's calf to his chest. On the almost unrecognizable human-shaped body, there were countless larvae wriggling under the skin, looking ugly and terrifying.

Ye Jia took out the egg sac from his pocket, and carefully cut a hole.

A translucent sticky liquid dripped onto the opponent's knees.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

Like a shark smelling blood, the wriggling larvae scrambled towards the place where the liquid fell.

The translucent young ghost spiders crawled out of each other's skin one after another, as if water was squeezed out of a sponge.

When one crawled out, Ye Jia crushed one to death.

Soon, all the larvae crawled out, Zhao Dong's skin was no longer rolling up and down, and the color was no longer such a frightening bruise, but the swelling may take days or even weeks to disappear.

It will take a long time for humans to fully recover after being parasitized by ghost spider eggs.

——Not only physically, but also psychologically.

Listening to Zhao Dong's breathing gradually calmed down in the darkness, Ye Jia glanced out the window.

The night is still dark.

The whole city fell into a deep sleep, only a few lights moving slowly in the distance.

Ye Jia sighed.

Forget it.

Carry out good deeds to the end and send Buddha to the west.

—There are still so many people hanging in the ghost spider's cave.

·

After everything was dealt with, the sky had already turned pale, and the morning light spread from the edge of the world, dispelling the darkness little by little, and gradually lighting up the entire sky.

Ye Jia finally returned home.

He changed his clothes, which smelled of blood and spider fluid, and flung himself onto the bed with a hoarse grunt.

Grass, too tired.

The aftermath of dealing with the ghost spider is not very tiring. After all, in terms of intensity and danger, the dungeon in the game is still better.

The part of the confrontation with Ji Xuan was the one that exhausted him the most throughout the night.

Ye Jia stared at the ceiling, carefully going through the conversation between himself and Ji Xuan in his mind.

Although it's very confusing, it seems... the other party doesn't seem to have discovered his identity for the time being?

He was a little uncertain.

The days in the game seemed to be a matter of the previous life, and Ji Xuan himself was already an unstable time bomb at that time. After he became the ghost king, Ye Jia couldn't tell what was going on in his heart , or what to do next.

And now, I have become the other party's "undercover agent" in the Supernatural Administration...

Gan.

Ye Jia turned over and buried his head in the pillow.

closed.

"Why don't you run away?" The little black hand went to his pillow.

Ever since it realized that it and Ye Jia are grasshoppers on the same line, it has become very enthusiastic about Ye Jia's life safety: "Do you need me to write your resignation letter for you?"

"Resign your head." Ye Jia stared at it indifferently.

"Are you stupid?" He said unceremoniously, "Do you think the ghost king will unsuspectingly entrust a ghost who is suspected of betraying him just now?"

The little black hand who was said to be stupid: "Oh."

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly: "He did this, it can only show that he has a backup, so he can not be afraid of my betrayal."

"It was a temptation," he said.

"Then..." Little Black Hand asked cautiously, "Then what are you going to do?"

Ye Jia: "Stand still."

Now he can't predict the opponent's next move, let alone act rashly and leave a clue.

The worst part is...

Meet again.

Ye Jia rubbed his fingertips lightly, his light-colored eyes drooped slightly, and the coldness in his eyes disappeared in a flash.

——Since I can kill him once, I can naturally kill him a second time.

"So," the little black hand finally couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart, and asked boldly, "What happened back then?"

Ye Jia glanced at it: "Curious?"

The little black hand gave a heavy "hmm!"

So curious, curious to death!

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes, and a smile passed over his lips: "Is that so..."

"!!!" Xiao Hei shook his hands, and instinctively stepped back, feeling that something was wrong——

This smile is so familiar...

Every time the other party wants to cheat him, he will put on this expression!

"I ran all day today, I'm really tired, but I still have a lot of work to do, and recalling the past is a bit too time-consuming..." Ye Jia said with a smile: "That's good, help me Process a month's worth of documents, and I'll tell you."

Little Black Hand: "........."

I knew it! ! !

It gritted its teeth: "Half a month!"

Ye Jia's expression remained unchanged: "Two months."

Little Black Hand: "..."

Damn, profiteers.

The little black hand was forced to back down: "...One month is one month."

Ye Jia said casually, "Two and a half months."

Little Black Hand: "!"

It was distraught: "You are squeezing! Exploiting! A capitalist without humanity!"

——It seems that playing with the mobile phone has taught the little black hand a lot of new vocabulary.

Ye Jia sneered: "I have one salary now, but I have two bosses, and I have to work overtime without pay. Did I say anything?"

Little Black Hand: "...deal."

It was forced to sign a treaty that humiliated the country, and then began to deal with the unfinished documents that Ye Jia brought home in the study.

The tip of the pen slid across the page, making a rustling sound.

Ye Jia's knees were slightly bent, his back leaned against the head of the bed, and he turned his head to look out the window.

The sun rises.

The morning sun broke through the clouds, the sky transitioned from purple, dark blue, to whitish light blue layer by layer, and the world gradually became brighter.

Brilliant sunlight poured in from the half-opened window, coating the young man's pale porcelain side face with a layer of light gold.

In the morning light, Ye Jia half-closed his eyes, his pale pupils were almost transparent, and his long eyelashes showed a fluffy texture under the sunlight, completely blocking the expression in his eyes.

——Experience told him to look back less.

I don’t know how many players are overwhelmed by the heavy memories they carry, and collapsed in the gap between the bloody reality and the bloody past. If they want to survive the game, they must let go of some things and learn to forget.

Ye Jia hasn't recalled that experience in the game for a long time since he cleared the level.

Busy and trivial chores filled every day of his life, so that he almost forgot where he used to struggle to climb out of.

And this layer of appearance is like a thin layer of scars, it is so fragile, it only needs to be pulled lightly and it will shatter, revealing the bloody wounds and abscesses hidden underneath.

——Only then did he realize that he hadn't forgotten anything.

Those memories and pictures are just patiently lurking, quietly waiting for the right time, and at that moment, they will roar unstoppably like a flood that has burst a bank.

Ye Jia closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, the true emotions at that moment evaporated like a thin frost in the sun, and there was no trace of it.

He took out his phone and took a look.

Six forty.

Ye Jia yawned, and casually pressed the alarm that hadn't rung in time.

Forget it, skip work today.

He thought for a while, then threw the phone aside without any psychological burden, and threw himself back on the bed again.

·

Remnants of limbs, blood, ferocious and pale facial features, mutilated corpses, and the smell of killing is everywhere.

The shattered picture swirled like a dark vortex.

In the center of the vortex, stood a little boy.

His chin was sharp, his face was pale, and there was a faint dark red in the depths of his dark eyes, like the scarlet blood spreading in the night.

He looked over quietly, a bit of almost cold paranoia rolled in the depths of his eyes, a kind of elusive madness.

There was a huge hole in the boy's chest, as if pierced by some sharp weapon, but what flowed out from his chest was not blood, but a thick, viscous, almost dark ghostly aura.

Ye Jia watched helplessly as the little boy approached him step by step.

"elder brother."

There was a kind of innocence in the child's voice, and he shouted crisply: "Don't you remember me?"

But in the next second, his voice suddenly became low and hoarse, with the magnetism unique to adult men:

"...Why did you run away?"

The tall man bent down, and a deep shadow covered him.

The other party's eyes were scarlet and dark, like flowing thick blood, he approached with a smile that was not a smile, his cold lips were close to Ye Jia's ear, and the cold breath of death was wrapped around his body:

"Don't you like me?—brother."

Ye Jia suddenly opened his eyes, he was panting, his chest heaved violently.

Twilight had already fallen, and the room was shrouded in a dim halo of warm light.

After a long time, he calmed down and got up slowly.

Ye Jia rubbed his temples, and cursed in a low voice with a splitting headache.

Oh shit.

Ji Xuan of Dog Day.

Never let him go in his dreams.

Ye Jia reached out and picked up the cell phone that he threw on the bedside table.

Unexpectedly, there were no minister's angry reminder text messages and serial phone attacks on the mobile phone. On the contrary, Liu Zhaocheng sent a gentle message of condolences. While asking him to take care of his health, he also mentioned Zhao Dong's health It was getting better. Although they didn't figure out the reason, they were all greatly relieved.

Ye Jia turned up.

It turned out that it was the little black hand who asked for leave for him - his tone was soft but not humble, pitiful but not miserly, it was simply a model of sick leave.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Oh, yes.

Excellent social skills.

Just when Ye Jia was still thinking about how to continue to squeeze the little black hand better and more efficiently, so that he would willingly do hard work for him, the phone in his palm suddenly vibrated twice.

On the notification bar, a familiar cat head jumped out.

[Cats like to eat fish: brother, it's time to work. 】

Ye Jia: "..."

Damn it, why is this ghost better adapted to modern civilization than me.

This is not fair!