After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

night.

Ye Jia lay awkwardly on the bed, his "wife" was next to him intimately.

Her cold and soft arms were wrapped around his arms like some kind of snake, and almost her whole body was tightly attached to him.

The woman's long black hair spread out, wrapping him like a net, falling on his neck, and burrowing into his pajamas like a living thing, bringing out a delicate itching.

The wife raised her eyes and smiled sweetly.

As if she didn't see the other party's refusal, she leaned forward and kissed the young man's lips.

Ye Jia quickly dodged, letting the kiss land on his cheek.

But the woman didn't seem to notice, the smile on her face didn't change at all, she said softly:

"Goodnight husband."

Ye Jia twitched the corner of his mouth, and replied dryly:

"……Good night."

The smile on the other party's face deepened. She rested her head on the other's shoulder and closed her eyes.

Ye Jia's body was slightly stiff, staring fixedly at the ceiling in the darkness.

The sound of breathing in the ear was clear and shallow, and gradually became even, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Ye Jia lowered his eyes and looked at the woman who was resting on his shoulder. The porcelain-like face of the other party was particularly eye-catching in the darkness. The long eyelashes were drooping, casting deep shadows on the face, and the thin lips Sipping it, there was still a faint smile in his sleep.

For some reason, Ye Jia felt that she should not be the incarnation of Jingling.

After all, this character's personality is too...so strong, even to the point that Ye Jia finds it difficult to deal with.

But it's better to make sure.

The sharp blade of the sickle slid across the night silently, without the slightest ripple, and slid through the woman's body without hindrance.

The woman was still in a deep sleep, without any reaction.

Certainly not.

Ye Jia breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't know whether it was relaxation or regret.

Although he knew that the other party was not the person he was looking for, it was still impossible for him to sleep in the same bed with a stranger here.

After all, Ye Jia has been in the game for too long. The opponents are not only those ghosts and monsters lurking in the dark waiting to kill him, but also players with ulterior motives, walking on the edge of life and death. If you fall into a deep sleep, you may not wake up from a long sleep.

It is almost impossible for him to fall asleep when there are other people around him. Even if he falls asleep, he can wake up in an instant and adjust to the combat state in the shortest time.

However, for some reason, darkness gradually invaded from the surroundings, and an unbearable drowsiness rose from the depths of his body.

The body next to him was cold and soft, but somehow it gave him a sense of... reassuring familiarity...

Consciousness became more and more blurred, and he was pulled by sleepiness and fell into a dark and quiet abyss.

Ye Jia fell into a deep sleep.

The small room was enveloped in darkness, and the two steady breaths echoed, appearing extraordinarily peaceful in the silence.

Suddenly, one of the breaths disappeared.

The woman with an elegant and delicate face opened her eyes silently. Under her long eyelashes, her eyes had turned a dark red color as if she had drunk full blood, and she looked extraordinarily strange and evil under the cover of night.

Her hands were ice-cold and soft, and she moved down flexibly, embracing the opponent's thin and slender waist like a snake.

As the distance drew closer, the bodies of the two fit together almost tightly, sharing the warmth of each other's bodies.

Ji Xuan raised his eyes, and his eyes wandered presumptuously over the young man beside him. His hot and fiery gaze slowly slid down from the sleeping quiet side of the other side, and then fell into the slightly open neckline of the pajamas along his slender and fair neck. In the process, he greedily licked every inch of skin on the opponent's body with his eyes.

He raised his lips, and his sharp and white teeth loomed between his scarlet thin lips, like a shark smelling blood.

The young man next to him fell asleep soundly without any precautions, completely unaware that the milk he drank before going to bed had been tampered with.

Ji Xuan nestled himself into the opponent's arms.

He raised his head, and his cold lips landed on a place he hadn't touched before—on the other party's lips.

After a long time, he licked his lips, and his slightly smiling voice had returned to the original deep and hoarse voice:

"Honey, you forgot our goodnight kiss."

·

The next day, Ye Jia woke up in bed.

It was already high in the sun, and the bright sunlight filled the room like flowing water.

Ye Jia blinked blankly, and it took a few seconds to realize where he was.

He... How long has it been since he slept so soundly?

The bones and muscles of his body became tired from a long sleep, Ye Jia slowly got up from the bed, and rubbed his messy hair.

"Aga, are you awake?"

Ye Jia raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw my "wife" standing at the door, looking at me with a smile. The black professional dress outlined her exquisite curves, with delicate makeup on her face, as if she was about to go out. She blamed: " You slept too soundly, I pushed you this morning and you didn't wake up."

Ye Jia was taken aback.

Seemingly not noticing his daze, his wife came in stepping on high heels, bent down skillfully and naturally, grabbed the collar of his pajamas, and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

Ye Jia tensed his body instinctively, but before he could do anything, the other party retreated lightly.

The graceful and gentle woman looked at him with her eyes half downcast and a smile on her face.

She stretched out her hand, slowly and softly rubbed her cold and pale fingertips across Ye Jia's lower lip, and wiped off the lipstick mark that she had branded on:

"Get up, I've put breakfast on the table."

It seems that the delicate touch and temperature of the opponent's fingertips still remain on the lips.

Ye Jia blinked in a daze, and subconsciously pursed his lower lip, but he didn't notice the slightly darkened eyes of the other party because of his actions.

"Okay," the wife withdrew her gaze, curled her lips gently, and the smile on her face was still flawless: "I'm off to work, see you in the evening."

After finishing speaking, she stepped on her high heels and walked out of the door.

Ye Jia got up from the bed, stepped on slippers and went to the bathroom.

What was reflected in the mirror was his own facial features, but not quite himself.

The young man has a gentle and elegant bookish look between his brows and eyes, and the corners of his lips are naturally slightly raised even when he is not smiling. Although his skin is fair, it is within the normal range. His body is thin, and he looks a little weak due to long inactivity, but But still tall and straight.

Ye Jia stared at the strange self in the mirror.

This is... who I would be if nothing had happened.

However, when he looked straight into the depths of the light-colored eyes of the man in the mirror, he could still see the familiar indifference, staring at everything around him with a distance and coldness, as if he was out of tune with the surroundings—that was an experience After suffering all the unimaginable tortures, only those who struggled to climb out of hell can have eyes.

…Sometimes, he wasn't even entirely sure he was still human.

Ye Jia suppressed the complicated look in his eyes, and lowered his eyes slightly.

Suddenly, his eyes paused.

Ye Jia raised his eyes again, got a little closer to himself in the mirror, and then frowned suspiciously.

He tilted his head slightly, and his eyes fell on his neck and collarbone in the mirror.

I don't know the reason, but there are a few light red marks printed on it, messily falling on the side of the neck, which is a bit eye-catching on the overly fair skin.

Ye Jia rubbed it with his fingers.

Can't be wiped off.

Mosquito bites?

Ye Jia's brows frowned even tighter, and fell into deep thought.

It's really weird... The spirit of the mirror this time is really weird. The illusion created actually simulates the existence of mosquitoes?

This is too real, right? !

·

A tall woman in a professional dress stepped out of the gate of the community on high heels.

Her figure changed in an instant. In just a few steps, she changed from a tall and slender woman to a tall and straight adult man. The clothes on her body changed with his figure like dark flowing water, becoming a Simple style with long sleeves.

Ji Xuan raised his eyes to look at the sky, his pale and slender fingers gathered in nothingness.

In the next second, something weird took shape between his fingers.

The thing is struggling desperately, its body presents a translucent gelatinous shape, switching between the human face and animal form, and finally stops in a snake-like shape, the slender body is colorful, and It is slowly changing colors as it twists and turns.

“啊啊啊啊饶命！饶命！”镜灵发出尖细的惨叫：“我不敢了！不敢了！”

Ji Xuan looked at it with downcast eyes: "Don't dare? Dare not what?"

"I, I didn't know he was yours when I pulled him in!" Jing Ling stammered and explained: "And! And I didn't mean it! It was the person who lifted me up and threw me over forcibly, I Only... I..."

"Why are you so flustered?" Ji Xuan said casually, "I didn't say you didn't do well."

"……what?"

This time, Jing Ling was stunned.

It foolishly recalled this sentence in its mind, as if it hadn't expected that the terrifying boss in front of it would say such a thing.

Ji Xuan raised his eyes and scanned the surrounding environment.

It can be seen that the level and ability of this mirror spirit is not high enough. Although it is trying its best to imitate the appearance of reality, it can only show a superficially similar world at best, and the details are slightly rough, more like a floating world. Bubbles, a small fraction of refracted and distorted reality reflected on the iridescent surface.

He retracted his gaze, and his voice was calm:

"This is the scene he longs for most in his heart, isn't it?"

Jing Ling couldn't figure out the other party's intentions, so she replied fearfully: "Yes, yes...you can put it this way..."

Ji Xuan smiled slightly, with a trace of intoxicating tenderness in his eyes, but it was inexplicably creepy:

"Then, as long as my brother likes it, I don't mind making it a reality."

The ability of this mirror spirit is too weak.

However, with his assistance, this world can no longer be an illusion.

When the rules and blank areas of the world are naturally filled, it will no longer be a rough imitation of the real world, but will become an existence almost parallel to the world, operating independently of the real world .

Each character can be built based on the memory of the other person's mind and come alive—if Ye Jia is not satisfied, he can also abduct people from the real world, erase the memory, and make him a character in Ye Jia's ideal world. The perfect supporting role.

Of course, all of this requires a great price to be able to support such a huge plan.

But, if this is what Ye Jia really wants...

Then, Ji Xuan will use all means to ensure the formation of this world——

A peaceful world without ghosts and monsters, games, death, sorrow, and a painful past.

Some are just warm and quiet, with a long stream of water.

And Ji Xuan will stay with him forever in this world.

If Ye Jia gets tired of this virtuous and gentle wife, he can change to another appearance that is more in line with the other party's preferences. Regardless of gender, personality, or appearance, it can satisfy all a person's expectations for his partner.

Jing Ling stared at the man in front of her, an uncontrollable panic rose from the bottom of her heart.

As a monster that can read people's hearts, although its ability is not enough to read the other party's guess, it is very sensitive to emotions.

And its intuition told itself that this man was a terrifying monster that it had never seen before.

——Whether it is ability or soul.

It is an abyss made up of obsessions, dark and evil, bottomless, no cost or means, and never give up until the goal is achieved.

Those he loves suffer as much as those he hates.

It shivered, and for the first time began to feel a little sympathetic to the object that was being targeted by this man.

How unlucky it must be!

Ji Xuan sighed lightly: "Unfortunately..."

Jingling trembled slightly: "You, what are you worried about?"

"I was warned by him that I can't do such a thing again." Ji Xuan's eyes flashed a hint of frustration, and his brows slowly frowned, as if some unpleasant memories came to his mind at this moment.

He still remembers the consequences of the last time he tried to be with each other forever.

——Not only was the person scared away, but he almost vanished because of it.

Lessons learned are not painful.

Ji Xuan let go of his hand regretfully, released the spirit of the mirror, and watched its transparent body shining with colorful patterns disappear into the air.

He said softly: "So this time, I have to be 100% sure."

·

Ye Jia quickly ate breakfast.

The character of his "wife" is a little too weird, and she is a little too enthusiastic towards him, but I have to say that her cooking skills can be said to be extremely amazing, almost perfectly in line with Ye Jia's taste, it is really worthy of being called Jingling for him Choose your ideal spouse.

Just after breakfast, his phone rang.

After connecting, Cheng Cezhi's voice came from the other side of the phone: "Brother Ye, why haven't you arrived yet! If you don't come, Director Liu will get angry again!"

Ye Jia was taken aback: "...Liu Zhaocheng?"

"Yup!"

Ye Jia hesitated for a moment, and replied, "I'll be right there."

Since Jing Ling is not mixed in his "family", it is very likely that he will hide in the work scene of his virtual identity.

Ye Jia got the address out of Cheng Cezhi's mouth.

——As guessed, the address of the company he is currently working for is in the same place as the Supernatural Administration in reality.

He took a taxi to the company, and went to the floor where the management office was familiar.

The sign of "Clean Energy Recycling" is also hung on the door. Through the clean and transparent glass door, you can see the layout and furnishings that are completely different from the reality.

It is no longer a cover of a secret government department, but a private enterprise with a formal business license.

Ye Jia's gaze stayed on the sign for a moment, he paused slightly, and then stretched out his hand to push open the glass door in front of him.

As soon as I walked into the company, I was greeted with scolding.

Liu Zhaocheng's face was flushed with anger, and his bald forehead became brighter. He pointed to the commuter watch on the wall: "Ye Jia! Look at how many times you are late this month! Your year-end Do you want an award!"

Ye Jia: "..."

He silently backed away a little, away from the splash area of ​​the other party's saliva.

This is not right...

Isn't he in the illusion?

Logically speaking, shouldn't one's personality be a good employee whose boss loves and admires his colleagues?Not to mention the year-end bonus, you have to go the same way for promotion and salary increase, right?

Why is he still a social animal? !

——Ye Jia began to deeply question the professional ability of this mirror spirit.

·

After trying all the people in the company, Ye Jia finally confirmed that Jing Ling was not hiding here.

He frowned tightly, wondering if he had missed something.

Soon, it's time to get off work.

Ye Jia declined Cheng Cezhi's invitation to hitchhike and took the bus by himself.

The setting sun dyed the sky outside the window into a beautiful large area of ​​rose red, and the crowds were bustling, rushing towards their respective destinations, and the noisy sounds seemed to be lively in the city.

Ye Jia stared at the scene in front of him steadfastly, the setting sun outside the car window also printed his side face red, falling on the bottom of his eyes, coating the light-colored eyeballs with a layer of gorgeous crimson.

He retracted his gaze, leaned the back of his head on the back of the chair, and closed his eyes.

By the time we got home, the sky had gradually darkened, and the faint blue and golden red blended together, adding a layer of gold to the undulating pitch-black horizon in the distance.

Ye Jia took out the key and unlocked the door.

A strong smell of food rushed towards him, the living room was still full of sunset, and the crackling sound of the oil pan came from the kitchen, full of lively and ordinary fireworks.

Ye Jia stood at the porch, stunned for a moment.

The next second, the sliding door of the kitchen was pushed open with a "crash", and his wife came out with the food. She looked at Ye Jia standing at the door, a little surprised:

"Have you come back so early today?"

She had already changed out of her professional skirt and put on a soft home dress with an apron tied around her waist, and she was wearing that childish little yellow duck heat-insulating glove on her hand.

The wife put one of the dishes on the table and handed over the other:

"Go and send it to Mom."

Ye Jia reached out to take it, but was dodged by the opponent.

His wife glared at him: "Aren't you afraid of being burned? Wear gloves and go."

Ye Jia was silent for a moment: "...Oh."

Five minutes later, Ye Jia took the little yellow duck's oven mitts and sent the plate of extra fried vegetables to his mother who lived across the door.

With difficulty, he declined the warm invitation from the other party to stay him for dinner, and when he returned to his home, he was still holding a new plate of stir-fried vegetables that his mother forced him to eat.

The wife has taken off her apron.

The table was covered with a checked tablecloth, and there were sumptuous and home-cooked dishes, steaming upwards and smelling fragrant. The lights in the restaurant had been turned on, and the light was shining brightly and softly, like some kind of perfect and illusory dream.

She came over, took the dish from Ye Jia's hand, and naturally bent over to come forward.

Ye Jia dodged, but did not have time to get out of the way completely.

——that cold kiss fell on the corner of his lips.

The distance between the two was very close, and he could smell the faint smell of oily smoke coming from the other person.

The wife backed away with a smile: "Quick, let's eat."

Ye Jia lowered his eyes, pulled out his chair and sat down.

In the quiet restaurant, only the crisp sound of dishes colliding can be heard.

His wife talked and laughed with him as usual, telling interesting things that happened to him that day.

Ye Jia listened quietly, his face was expressionless, but his light-colored eyes looked unspeakably soft under the light.

After the meal, he took the initiative to wash the dishes.

As night fell, the sky outside the window became dark and deep.

In the dark room, Ji Xuan stared down at the sleeping young man in his arms, leaned down, silently pressed his cold lips against the other's soft hair, his dark red eyes were half closed, and his voice was so low that it seemed to melt into the silence instantly. In the room:

"Brother, is this what you want?"

— His question was unanswered.

The young man closed his eyes, his long eyelashes drooping, and his brows were still slightly furrowed even in his sleep, as if he was also preoccupied when he was asleep.

The third day came quietly and quietly.

Everything is the same as the day before.

Ye Jia got up, got dressed, and went to work.

He came to the company where he worked on time. Liu Zhaocheng seemed a little surprised when he saw him, as if he didn't expect him to be late.

On this day, Ye Jia met Ji Xuan in this world.

In this perfect world, Ji Xuan is his college student, and he has not seen him for many years, but unexpectedly, when they meet again, they find that he is the CEO of a rival company.

The man's dark eyes were full of surprises. He was tall and had long legs. He stepped forward in a few steps, with a smile on his lips:

"Senior, I didn't expect to see you here."

His eyes were clear and clean, without the slightest bit of creepy evil darkness, no different from the child in Ye Jia's memory who pulled the corner of his clothes and called him brother.

He invited, "Would you like to have dinner tonight?"

Ye Jia took a deep look at the other party, and after confirming that the man in front of him had no resemblance to the moody ghost king in reality, he smiled and declined the other party's invitation:

"No. I have to go home tonight."

Soon it was time to get off work.

Ye Jia left the company and returned home by bus.

His wife greeted him with a smile, put her arms around his shoulders, and her cold and soft lips fell: "Husband, you are back."

Ye Jia didn't hide this time, and let the other party's lips fall.

The smile on his wife's lips deepened.

She pulled out the chair and got down, turned her head to look at Ye Jia who was still standing in front of the entrance, and smiled sweetly: "Shall we eat?"

Ye Jia was silent for a while, and slowly took a step back:

"No," he said.

The red light in his wife's eyes flashed, she tilted her head in doubt, but the smile on her lips was still perfect:

"What's the matter? Are you not hungry today?"

Ye Jia looked up at her.

His eyes are light and cold, as if all human emotions have been removed, like a heavy snow falling in his eyes, indifferent and unkind.

Ye Jia's gaze seemed to be on the other party's body, and it seemed that he didn't see the woman in front of him at all, but just quietly stared directly at the nothingness in front of him.

His eyes penetrated the opponent's body and fell to a distant place.

His voice is very low, more like talking to himself:

"……enough."

A huge pitch-black scythe slowly took shape in his palm, and a bright cold light shone in the small room.

An overwhelming force exploded from the depths of his body, and the extremely terrifying aura spread like a violent hurricane in an instant.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

Blood dripped to the ground.

The glaring scarlet blood spread from Ye Jia's feet little by little, dyeing the ground into a strange color after the massacre, invading and occupying the world in front of him with a destructive attitude, the temperature dropped rapidly, and the water vapor in the air emitted a creaking sound. The sound of rubbing and condensing.

Ji Xuan's eyes froze.

This is a ghost.

The other party was serious this time.

And the ghost released by the serious ace, even he is unwilling to face it head-on.

After all, no one in this world knows the horror better than him.

Ye Jia raised his eyes and looked at the void that had not yet been occupied by blood.

He raised the corners of his lips, showed a warm smile, and said softly:

"Since you are going to continue hiding, don't blame me for leaving you nowhere to hide."