After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

There is still an hour before the appointed time.

Wu Su had already started to fidget.

His back was straight, his collar was tied neatly, and the uniform on his body was stroked extraordinarily smooth, with no trace of dust or wrinkles visible.

Wu Su looked down at his watch over and over again, following the movement of the second hand, counting the time shortened by one minute and one second.

Even people who don't know him can tell how nervous and anxious he is.

Dong Gua looked on gloatingly, and said sarcastic remarks: "Why are you so nervous? Those who don't know think you are going to see your in-laws."

Wu Su glared at him fiercely: "None of your business."

Dong Gua shut his mouth obediently.

The dead silence spread, and could only be heard in the quiet room.

Within a few seconds, Wu Su couldn't stand it anymore. He hesitated for a few seconds, then turned his head and asked, "Well, you and ace met, right?"

Gua Dong: "Just a few times."

"Are you familiar?"

Dong Gua pretended to be reserved and nodded, and said, "It's okay."

"Come on, you," Ke Zheng, a team member on the side, couldn't hold back, and interjected: "Do you think we can't figure out why you surrendered yourself?"

For a player who has no moral bottom line to willingly throw himself into the trap, the person who intimidates him must have strength that he cannot compete with.

Wu Su on the side seemed a little absent-minded, as if he didn't hear the conversation between the two of them in his heart.

After looking down at his watch for the [-]th time, he turned his head to look at Dong Gua. After holding back for a long time, he asked:

"Ace, what is he like?"

"..."

Ke Zheng on the side couldn't bear to look directly and looked away.

His own captain is good at everything, but he is a bit irrational in chasing stars.

This question also stumped Dong Gua.

Although he thought he had a good eye for people, and had indeed met ace more than once, it was still not so difficult for him to conclude what kind of person this mysterious leader of the standings was—this person was really It was too difficult to see through, even Dong Gua dared not claim to be able to guess the other party's intentions.

He frowned, pondered deeply for a long time, and then said slowly: "Mmm... very strong." And sometimes it was quite scary.

Wu Su and Ke Zheng: "..."

Is not this nonsensical?

"Oh, forget it, what's the use of asking this now?" Dong Gua finally gave up embarrassing himself, he shrugged and sighed: "Anyway, we'll find out when you meet."

Wu Su saw that he couldn't get any information out of Dong Gua this time, a look of disappointment flashed across his bearded face.

Ke Zheng was silent for a while, and finally asked uncontrollably:

"Brother Wu, are you that nervous?"

Wu Su insisted: "I'm not nervous..."

Dong Gua sneered from the side.

Wu Su glared at him, then turned his head to look at Ke Zheng again, and sighed with a heavy heart: "I just feel... the time is passing too slowly."

Strange to say, generally speaking, interviews with mysterious people are often scheduled in the middle of the night.

After all, the dead of night is suitable for plotting.

But this guy took a different approach and set the meeting time at [-]:[-] pm.

... There are zeros and wholes.

What made Wu Su even more puzzled was that the place they agreed to meet was not some wilderness, nor some secret place, but a small milk tea shop at the other end of the city.

Dong Gua even thoughtfully sent the location of the milk tea shop to Wu Su.

It is no exaggeration to say that Wu Su's expression cracked when he saw the series of specific addresses that were not mysterious.

This... is this some strange hobby of the boss?

·

In fact, the reason why Ace decided to meet at that milk tea shop is because...

He likes to drink that milk green.

This milk tea shop is unremarkable, the usual flow of people is not much, and the taste of the drinks is also average, but the milk tea shop is unique.

Sweet but not greasy, refreshing taste, both tea flavor and milk flavor are very strong, and when the two are perfectly blended together, the taste is simply addictive.

However, because this store is too far away from his home, Ye Jia rarely finds the opportunity to drink.

And the reason why it was set to [-]:[-] in the afternoon...

It was because Ye Jia got off work at 15:[-] pm every day, and the extra [-] minutes was to prevent any accidents—such as being suddenly stopped by Liu Zhaocheng to check the work—there was not enough time.

In short, the planning is very compact and perfect.

Too bad it's not time to get off work yet.

Ye Jia sat obediently in the cubicle of his logistics department, with a large stack of unprocessed documents spread out in front of him, without a single word on it.

So, he started to be in a daze seriously again, fishing diligently.

Suddenly, Ye Jia suddenly noticed, it seemed... his ears were a little too quiet?

Only then did Ye Jia remember what he had forgotten.

He raised his hand and touched his shoulder.

Then he tore off a limp little black hand.

It seemed to have passed out, and the color of its entire body was several points lighter. Although it had lost consciousness, it was still grabbing Ye Jia's collar firmly in a coma, as if afraid that the other party would shake him off.

Ye Jia shook Xiao Hei's hand, feeling a rare sense of guilt in his heart.

He knew how powerful the ghost energy he released when he lost consciousness, and as the little black hand closest to him, he must be the first to be attacked.

It seemed to take a direct hit from that time, and never woke up again.

Ye Jia injected some yin energy into the body of the little black hand.

Although it is still soft, the color on the surface is not as pale as before.

After a few seconds, the little black hand woke up faintly.

The moment it saw Ye Jia, it let out a loud sob and complained: "You...you are so cruel!"

Ye Jia: "...cough, sorry."

Xiao Hei hugged Ye Jia's palm and cried loudly: "I thought I was going to die!"

Ye Jia was silent for a while, and finally couldn't hold back, and said slowly:

"But, in a sense... aren't you already dead?"

The little black hand choked.

It shouted angrily: "At this time, you are still tearing down my platform! Do you have any sympathy!"

Ye Jia had a positive attitude: "I was wrong."

...like a punch in the cotton.

The little black hand was suffocating up and down, and finally he could only snort angrily, and said reluctantly: "...I'm going to play with my phone later!"

Ye Jia nodded with a good temper: "OK."

"Play for three hours!"

"can."

"I want krypton gold to buy Happy Beans." Xiao Hei made an inch of his hands.

Ye Jia shook his head with a good temper: "Dream."

"..." The little black hand choked up: "You, you, you... didn't you promise me before that you would give me half of the salary!"

Ye Jia said: "That's right."

He immediately added: "Next month."

Little black hand: "..." Thinking about it carefully, the other party seems to have really said that?

Failed.

Ye Jia thought about it carefully, and then added again: "If the next month's performance and bonuses are not fully deducted, you should still be able to get a basic basic salary... right?"

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

You humans are all big pigs! ! !

It broke free from Ye Jia's palm angrily, turned around and rushed into his pocket, and began to shut itself.

Ye Jia chuckled lightly, feeling that his mood that had just been messed up by Jing Ling became peaceful again.

He looked up at the clock hanging in the office.

Five fifty-eight.

It's almost time to get off work.

Ye Jia's mood became a little better.

He tidied up the pile of documents on his desk, then focused his gaze on the half-open door of the logistics department, as if he was quietly waiting for something.

When the second reached the last frame and stayed on the "12", Ye Jia stood up with a groan, and then rushed towards the door with a skillful movement that could only be obtained after thousands of times of training, and left in an instant. office.

Liu Zhaocheng only felt a gust of cool wind passing over his bald head.

When he raised his head, Ye Jia's seat was empty, and even the figure disappeared from the door.

Liu Zhaocheng: "..."

This kind of positive off-duty spirit of never staying longer than a second, and the agility of disappearing in the office before being noticed by the boss...

I would like to call it unique.

Under the administration building.

Ye Jia stood at the bus stop and waited for a bus. A pitch-black car slowly drove out of the parking lot under the building.

In the car, Ke Zheng saw him sharply:

"Hey, Brother Wu, isn't that the member of the logistics department who reminded us a few days ago?"

Wu Su looked more nervous than before.

He looked in the direction Ke Zheng pointed, and his eyes paused for a moment on the young man standing under the bus stop sign.

For some reason, the other party distracted Wu Su for a moment.

The young man is slender and tall, with a fair face, standing out in the half-set sun, he looks particularly outstanding, and for some unknown reason, it is almost possible for people to be firmly caught by his presence the moment they look in that direction— —He has a very strange temperament, as if he is out of tune with the world around him, standing out from the crowd.

Wu Su withdrew his gaze and signaled the driver to continue driving forward: "Let's thank him next time, we have more important things now."

—Meeting with ace.

·

Six fifty-three.

A milk tea shop on the corner.

Wu Su pushed open the door and walked in. The store was very quiet, and there was no one else except him.

He paused, and his eyes turned around the empty storefront.

After confirming that he was the only customer in this store at this time, Wu Su concealed the fleeting disappointment in his heart, ordered a cup of coffee casually, and then sat down near the window.

The view from this place is the best.

From this angle, one can have a panoramic view of the main entrance not far away, including the entire street outside the main entrance.

As long as there is a car driving into this street, or someone walking in this direction, he can be seen immediately.

Wu Su's gaze was fixed on the door not far away, and he didn't dare to relax the whole time, as if he was worried that he would miss the opponent's figure if he was distracted.

The muscles all over his body have begun to tense instinctively, and he has been adjusted to the most alert state both physically and mentally.

Under such circumstances, Wu Su couldn't control his heart tightening for every disturbance in the street.

Time passed by minute by minute.

As the appointed time approached, Wu Su looked at his watch more and more frequently. He watched the second hand move slowly in the dial, waiting with torment.

3 minutes left.

The whole street was empty.

2 minutes left.

A leaf was blown up by the wind and slid along the ground alone.

Wu Su's heart sank little by little.

Countless guesses arose in his heart—maybe Dong Gua conveyed the wrong message, or maybe the other party changed his mind, or maybe it was delayed by some unexpected event, and what's more, it was all just that philistine Conspiracies made up by players to confuse their vision...

1 minutes left.

Wu Su let out a breath of foul air slowly, and looked away.

Even if the other party didn't arrive on time, he was prepared to wait here for at least three hours.

After all, this is the only player who has cleared the game.

As a person who has participated in the game, Wu Su is very aware of the horror of dungeons and ghosts in the game. He can't believe that there are actually some players who can pass the level and return to the real world-this is simply more difficult than reaching the sky. He can't even imagine how powerful and terrifying the person who can achieve this achievement is.

more importantly……

Now the gate of hell is wide open, and all the ghosts and monsters that were once locked in the game have been released to cause disaster to the world.

Getting help from an ace is the best hope for victory.

At this time, the employee of the milk tea shop carefully walked towards him with the prepared coffee.

The coffee was a bit full, and the liquid level swayed unsteadily with her steps. The light brown coffee liquid trickled down the quilt slowly, and the rich and slightly bitter coffee aroma spread in the empty coffee shop Come.

Wu Su nodded at her, pointed to the table: "Put it here..."

Before he finished speaking, a hand stretched out from the side, with slender knuckles, fair skin, slender and steady fingertips, and gently and precisely grabbed the waitress's somewhat unstable wrist: "Be careful."

The other party's voice was slightly cool, like a cold spring melting in the early spring, low and clear.

But there was a gentle smile in the tone, which was extraordinarily polite and soft: "Let me do it."

Wu Su's eyes widened suddenly, and he turned his head to look in surprise.

I saw that hand lightly took the coffee from the waiter's hand and put it on the table.

The bottom of the cup touched the table, making a soft "ding".

——At the same time, the minute hand of the wall clock steadily pointed to the number 15.

Wu Su felt that he stopped breathing at that moment.

The young man's steps were as silent as a cat's, and he stepped out of Wu Su's blind spot lightly, like a shadow, quickly and silently walked to the opposite of his seat, and sat down gracefully.

He said lightly:

"The green milk here is better than coffee, you can try it next time."

Wu Su felt his heartbeat soared to [-], and he could hear the sound of his heart beating in his ears, and it was extremely noisy when it hit the eardrum.

His brain was so chaotic that he could barely figure out any clear ideas, only a few words in bold and bold played in a loop in his brain:

It's an ace, it's an ace, it's an ace—

Ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

Wu Su cleared his throat, his voice became hoarse and stagnant unconsciously: "Just now, it's almost time, I haven't seen you coming, I thought..."

He pretended to be calm, but the word order still seemed a little confusing because of nervousness.

"I like to be punctual." The young man laughed.

He has a strange charm that seems to be able to make everyone who talks to him relax instantly.

Wu Su took a deep breath slowly, and then fixed his eyes on the ace sitting opposite him.

His clothes are simple and low-key, but his legs look more and more slender, and his figure is tall and straight. The brim of the hood is not too low, but the shadow cast by it still happens to cover the opponent's facial features, only revealing the white and sharp chin and beautiful lips.

Even without thinking, Wu Su knew that the other party must be using special methods to cover up his true appearance.

In fact, from the very beginning, he never expected the other party to meet him with his true face.

After all, Wu Su had also heard about the hate list.

Needless to say, those vicious ghosts and monsters who tried to find him in exchange for rewards, even those players who escaped from the game are mostly not good people, and may be even more dangerous and unpredictable than ghosts.

Ace is willing to see him, to Wu Su, it is already a pie in the sky.

He was almost knocked out.

——Even until now, Wu Su couldn't quite believe that he was actually sitting with ace in a milk tea shop and chatting face to face.

Ye Jia ordered a cup of green milk.

Hearing the sound of the waiter's high-heeled shoes gradually going away, he turned his head to look at Wu Su, with a steady and gentle voice: "I think, now we can talk openly and openly."

Wu Su straightened his back somewhat cautiously, put his hands on his knees, and looked more serious than the elementary school students who saw the teacher's home visit.

"So, what happened in the game?" Ye Jia asked straight to the point.

"I don't know." Wu Su shook his head honestly: "The game that was sending us tasks one second ago lost its response the next second, and the players only found out that the door had opened after several days of groping."

Ye Jia was not prepared to ask the answer to this question from him.

He nodded and continued to ask, "When did it happen?"

"About a month and a half ago."

Under the shadow of the hood, Ye Jia narrowed his eyes indiscriminately.

Indeed, the timing can be right.

Probably from that time on, the workload of the Authority began to surge, and the media also began to report cases of missing persons and strange deaths.

The milk green was brought up.

Ye Jia gently stroked the warm cup wall with his fingers, and asked slowly: "That ghost king, what do you know?"

"Some, but not many." Wu Su said honestly.

Ye Jia cleared the game two years ago. Not long after he left, a mysterious and powerful ghost emerged from among the ghosts without warning. No player or even a ghost knew his origin, and no one knew where he was. This kind of ghost, only known that he moved secretly, and his methods were fierce. When he became crazy, he did not distinguish between enemy and friend, and wiped out several races shortly after he appeared.

Smoker is one of them.

After such a wanton and cruel massacre, he quickly gained a place among the S-level high-level ghost lords, and no one dared to provoke him.

After that, his strength and influence expanded again, wantonly devouring the territory of other S-level ghosts. After several bloody battles, one day, a line of bright red words floated on the hate list in the game, celebrating the ghost king's death. born.

On the same day, ace's name appeared at the top of the hate list.

"However, after arriving in reality, I haven't heard much about this ghost king." Wu Su scratched his head, and seemed a little puzzled: "Now we often need to deal with in our work, basically In the game, ghosts of level A and below."

After listening to the other party's narration, Ye Jia lowered his head and took a sip of the milk tea in the cup, a pensive expression flashed across his lowered eyes.

He still remembers Ami's question about the forces behind the bug mother when he interrogated another shadow ghost.

Obviously, the secrets of the high-level ghosts may be more complicated than what they can see now.

Ye Jia put the milk tea on the table, looked up at Wu Su who was sitting opposite him, and said casually:

"I would like to help you."

A trace of uncontrollable joy appeared on Wu Su's face.

Ye Jia: "If there is any problem that cannot be solved, please contact me through this."

After his words fell, a small black hand protruded from his shoulder, and slowly pushed out a stack of papers.

This is a way of communicating information between players in the game. Write the message you want to convey on it, then fold it into a paper crane and burn it, and the paper crane will naturally return to the creator.

Seeing the little black hand that appeared suddenly, Wu Su was startled, and subconsciously clenched his fists.

This is... ghost control.

This is a taboo and terrifying secret technique, which can force ghosts to use it for themselves.

However, those with insufficient ability are easily backlashed, and eventually they are swallowed up by the evil spirits they raise.

Wu Su has seen a lot of players who control ghosts, but like this... he has never seen a ghost who can be obedient and obedient without any complaints.

Looking at the young man in front of him, he became more and more respectful.

The retracted little black hand clutched Ye Jia's collar, silently swallowing back the tears.

The props in those games often use yin energy to act on the object. In order to prevent others from getting the creator's heart through the yin energy, Ye Jia chose a simpler method - to squeeze the little black hand.

So even if these props are obtained by someone with a heart, the information that can be obtained belongs to this weak chicken ghost.

Xiao Hei looked at his body that had become shallow again, and choked up.

—Damn capitalist!

"But this kind of help is mutual." Ye Jia said unhurriedly: "In some places, maybe you can also help me."

"No problem!" Wu Su said.

"One is the skinning murder case some time ago."

After the ghost bus disappeared, the skinning case never happened again.

And this kind of disappearance is the most unreliable.

"And the other thing is the ghost spider's lair." Ye Jia paused, and continued slowly: "Turn over its cave inch by inch, don't let go of any clues, once you find anything, immediately contact me."

Soon, the conversation between the two ended.

Before parting, Wu Su finally couldn't hold back his strong curiosity, and asked:

"correct……"

The young man stopped and turned his head: "Huh?"

"That rumor...is it true?" Wu Su asked cautiously.

Ye Jia frowned suspiciously: "What rumor?"

"That's right." Wu Su was a little embarrassed, and his face under the beard looked extremely shy: "That's the one, you used to deceive the ghost king's feelings... something?"

Ye Jia: "…………………"

He took a deep breath slowly to calm himself down, and then said slowly and word for word:

"Catch ghosts more, gossip less."

After speaking, he turned around and left without looking back.

Wu Su, who stayed where he was, looked at the tall and straight back of the other party blankly, and scratched his head.

I don't know if it's his illusion, why does he always feel that there is something like gnashing of teeth in the other party's words just now?

and--

Ace doesn't seem to have a clear answer to the question just now...

I always feel as if I know something important.

·

Ye Jia walked away with a sullen face.

At this time, the little black hand crawled out from his shoulders, and asked eagerly:

"Can I play with my phone?"

Ye Jia took a deep breath, feeling that his emotions had finally calmed down, so he reached out and took out his mobile phone from his pocket: "...here."

As soon as the phone was taken out, the screen automatically turned on.

Ye Jia swiped across the screen and froze involuntarily.

He stared at the 25 missed calls and 82 unread messages from Ami, and fell into a deep silence.

today……

as if...as if...probably...maybe...

Is it time to meet Ji Xuan and report on work?