After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

The city of m is surrounded by mountains and seas.

The night is getting dark, and most of the lights in the city have been turned off, leaving only a few points still bright in the dark night.

On the other side, the sea has already rested, and it is so dark that no light can be seen, only the sound of waves can be vaguely heard.

A car was parked by the pier.

There are many warehouses by the pier, and there are dark shadows in the night, looking a little ghostly.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man in a vest and shorts came down. He scratched his stubble-covered chin, turned his head and said to the other person sitting in the car: "Wait, I'll go in and talk to them." Say it."

The young man in the car nodded: "Okay."

The figure of the middle-aged man disappeared into the gap between the warehouse and the warehouse, and was swallowed by the dense night in an instant.

Ye Jia opened the door and walked down.

The temperature here is cooler than in the city.

The moist sea breeze rolled up his hair, bringing a burst of salty coolness.

Ye Jia raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the distant dock warehouse thoughtfully, and the dark sky above his head was reflected in the depths of his eyes.

Ahead... nothing.

But this kind of "nothing" is completely different from what he felt on that man just now - that man has no yin energy or any residue of prop enhancement, it is an ordinary smell of a living person, but here is completely different.

Ye Jia couldn't feel anything at all.

There is no Yin Qi, vitality Qi, even the moisture of the sea, there is only an empty nothingness.

It was as if the breath was cut off by something.

...Is it a prop?

Ye Jia analyzed calmly in his heart.

If his guess is correct, then the other party's setting up such an aura-isolating prop either shows that they are overly cautious, or they already know that they are being sought.

However, whether it is the former or the latter, he is still unable to determine for the time being.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something.

He pulled the little black hand out of his pocket: "Smell."

The little black hand looked blank: "...ah? Smell what?"

"Can't you feel it?" Ye Jia raised his eyebrows, pointing to the dark space ahead: "Don't you think there is something strange in front?"

The little black hand said hesitantly, "No, no."

"Okay." Ye Jia nodded, and pressed the other person back into his pocket again: "I don't need you anymore."

The little black hand in the pocket: "..."

Am I your tool ghost? !

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10 minute later.

The middle-aged man hurried over, his decadent and tired face looked a little irritable.

"What's wrong?" Ye Jia asked.

"Damn, don't mention it." There was a bit of lingering resentment in the man's voice.

He complained angrily: "I didn't get any goods, but I was scolded by them, saying that I was too careless or something...Damn it."

Ye Jia said: "It's okay, I understand, it's a gray industry after all."

He smiled peacefully, turned around, and was about to get in the car, but he only heard the man behind him say:

"So, sorry, bro."

The middle-aged man raised his hand, only to see a dark monster clinging tightly to his palm, with eight sticky tentacles grabbing the back of his hand, and a mouth that was like a sucker spewed out a burst of colorless and odorless liquid. When the liquid touched the young man's back, it penetrated as if alive, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, the straight back of the young man in front of him shook slightly, and then fell to the ground with a "plop".

The middle-aged man tore off the tentacles in his palm with disgust, and stuffed the still struggling octopus into a small glass bottle he carried with him.

He wiped his clothes with the palm of his hand, then spit:

"Grass, it's disgusting."

The middle-aged man bent down and yelled into the darkness behind him: "Hey, it's all right, it's done."

Two figures stepped out of the darkness.

They came pushing a cart, the wheels twirling monotonously on the floor.

The cart stopped beside Ye Jia.

The two bent down and lifted the unconscious young man onto the cart.

The hood on the top of the head fell down, revealing the young man's pale side face and sharp chin, and the middle-aged man let out a "hoo": "He looks pretty good."

The other two ignored him at all.

One of them took out a palm-sized instrument from his pocket and scanned the unconscious young man's body inch by inch. From beginning to end, the instrument did not emit any light or sound.

"How is it?" asked another.

The man put the instrument back into his pocket: "No problem, it's just an ordinary human being, not a ghost or a player."

They seemed to be relieved.

The middle-aged man listened to their conversation with a blank face. He could understand every word, but he just didn't understand the meaning of the other party's words.

He yelled, "Hey, what are you talking about?"

What a ghost player.

Those two people seemed to be aware of his existence.

One of the men glared at him coldly: "There will never be a next time you bring someone here casually."

The middle-aged man argued: "Before he entered my house, I scanned him with the thing you gave him. There is nothing wrong with him. He is just a fool who likes supernatural events. That's why I..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted mercilessly: "You will be the one lying here next time."

The man sneered, and said darkly, "At that time, it won't be the studio where the memory is cleaned."

The middle-aged man immediately silenced, a trace of fear flashed in his cloudy eyes.

The sound of "gululu" wheels sounded again, and the two men pushed the cart and slowly disappeared into the dark night.

Looking at the direction where the voice disappeared, the middle-aged man spat: "Damn it, I worked so hard to work for them, and finally got a customer to come over, so I'm fucking angry with them."

He turned and got into the car.

One minute later, the engine hummed and started, the lights came on, and it slowly drove away from the pier.

The pier returned to silence again, only the sound of waves could be heard.

deep in the warehouse.

The two men pushed the cart through the complex terrain, turning left and right in the dark familiarly, as if they had walked hundreds of times.

After an unknown period of time, they finally stopped.

One of them took out the key and opened the iron door of a warehouse.

The door was rusted by the sea wind and creaked harshly in the dark.

They push the cart into it.

The lights are on.

The appearance of the warehouse does not match the abandoned barrenness outside. The white walls are cold and clean. Four metal carts are placed in the center of the warehouse. The place near the door is empty. After pushing the cart, Just made up for the gap.

The back of the room is tightly covered.

One of them walked over and opened the curtain, revealing a huge water tank that occupied almost the entire wall behind it, filled with a dark and dull liquid.

He skillfully put on thick protective gloves, then picked up the special clip on the side, and slowly dived into the water.

A pitch-black creature like a pentagram was clamped. Its five long feet were covered with unsightly boils and protrusions. In the center of its belly was a mouth full of circles of saw-like teeth. The foul-smelling saliva dripped Falling down, the five tentacles struggled and squirmed, as if they wanted to break free from the weird metal clip controlling their body.

The man carefully held the ugly creature in one hand, while turning his head:

"You hold him down..."

As soon as he turned around, the rest of his words were blocked back in his throat.

I saw that the young man who was supposed to be sleeping on the stroller had already sat up at this moment, the hood hadn't been taken up yet, his black forehead hair was slightly messy, his eyes were downcast, his graceful side face became paler under the light, and his The partner fell to the ground unconsciously.

The man stared at the scene in front of him dumbfounded, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

At this time, the other party raised his eyes, a pair of amber eyes glowed faintly golden under the strong light, looking distant and indifferent, as calm as if he was not the one who put down the strong man just now.

Ye Jia jumped off the cart unhurriedly and landed lightly and soundlessly, like a cat jumping from a high place.

He smiled and said hello: "Good evening."

——No matter what the other party's reason is, they cover up their aura and whereabouts so completely that it is impossible to tolerate someone risking exposure to the wind and bringing outsiders into their cargo hold.

In the first case, he was denied entry.

It's very simple, he just sneaks back later.

In the second case, the other party is unwilling to take a little risk and tries to eliminate all traces of himself.

And that's even better.

——It just saved him the time he might spend searching for a way and avoiding detection.

The only pity is that in order to disguise himself as an ordinary human, he can only remove the disguise of his hood.

But it doesn't matter, after all, he has plenty of ways to make the other party forget about himself.

Ye Jia moved his shoulders, approached that person slowly, with a smile on his lips: "Don't be nervous, I just want to ask you a few questions."

The man's limbs were stiff, and he instinctively stepped back slowly until his back hit the cold water tank.

In the next second, a sinister smile appeared in the opponent's eyes, and a huge grimace emerged from his stomach. In an instant, he broke free from the shackles of his skin, and rushed towards Ye Jia with his mouth wide open.

This person is definitely a player.

Ye Jia's eyebrows and eyes were slightly cold, and a cold light appeared between his fingers.

——This is nourishing one's body with ghosts, a forbidden method of strengthening one's self with ghosts, which is equivalent to spending one's lifespan to control a ghost. Even in the game, not many players dare to do this.

The ghost face opened its bloody mouth wide, and drops of mucus fell on the ground, making a sizzling corrosion sound.

Quick fix.

These players are obviously not fighting alone, if other people are attracted, then his "secret infiltration" will be in vain.

Just as Ye Jia was about to draw out his sickle, the man suddenly screamed from behind the grimace.

He was slightly taken aback.

The huge ghost face floating in front of his eyes showed a painful expression, and then quickly dissipated into the air.

Ye Jia looked forward intently.

I saw the man lying on the ground, the metal clip in his hand fell into the saliva, the five-pointed star monster stuck tightly to his face, and the five tentacles covered with ugly protrusions stuck firmly into it. His scalp seemed to be still moving towards the opponent's mouth.

The man twitched and was unconscious.

The little black hand floated aside, angrily said: "You deserve it!"

Apparently, just now it took advantage of the opponent's attack on Ye Jia, knocked over the clip in his hand, and let the monster attack the opponent.

Ye Jia withdrew the sharp blade at his fingertips, stepped in front of the opponent, and looked down at the monster on the opponent's face for a few seconds:

"...Memory Devourer."

This is a kind of monster in the game, which lives by devouring human memory.

The little black hand floated on Ye Jia's shoulder, a little nervous: "Hey... I'm not helping you, am I?"

After all, it doesn't look like this guy is ready for interrogation now.

Ye Jia shook his head: "This person raises his body with a ghost, and has a vicious heart. Even if I catch him in a state of circumstance, I'm afraid he won't be able to ask any questions."

He looked away and pulled the hood back on.

A layer of Yin Qi covered the top, completely covering his figure and breath.

Ye Jia pulled the little black hand back to his shoulder: "Let's go."

Under the shadows, his eyes darkened slightly.

I always feel... This incident of reselling in-game items seems to be not simple.

Ye Jia picked up a bunch of keys in the pocket of the unconscious man, and then closed the warehouse door, making it look the same as before.

The darkness of the night fell down.

Ye Jia cautiously walked through the narrow and cramped roads, the sticky darkness made everything blurry, like a huge curtain, covered with labyrinth-like and complicated lanes.

Most warehouses are pretty normal.

There are piles of goods transported from overseas, or some waste and sundries that have been neglected.

Ye Jia raised his head and closed his eyes, as if he was feeling something.

——Since the opponent's breath has been isolated by the props, he will not look for the opponent's breath, but to find that "sense of isolation".

Where there is no smell at all, that is the direction he is looking for.

He opened his eyes, and his eyes fixed on a certain place in the distance.

There.

On the east side of the entire warehouse area, there is a row of huge warehouses.

The door was closed tightly, looking lifeless in the middle of the night.

Ye Jia stopped at the door of one of the warehouses.

He didn't plan to use the ghost creature, because the other party must have detection tools for Yin Qi and ghost Qi, and the sudden increase in concentration would definitely cause an alarm.

Ye Jia tried the key chain he found from the man just now, and sure enough, he successfully used one of the keys to open the door.

He dodges in.

The space inside the warehouse is larger than the outside, but most of the places are empty, only a few huge cardboard boxes stacked in the corner, looking lonely and pitiful.

An eerie stale smell permeated the empty warehouse.

In the corner near the main entrance, there is a half-person-high round ball. Its surface is soft and smooth like a sarcoma, and it looks semi-liquid, with faint flashes of light. It is unclear whether it is a monster or a prop, but no matter what it is , Ye Jia has never seen it.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly.

He lowered his head and inspected the traces on the open space. There used to be a lot of things piled up here, but they were removed. Judging from the scratches on the ground, it should be recent.

While Ye Jia was observing the huge warehouse, suddenly, there was a familiar sound from outside the door.

The metal wheels were rolling on the ground, making a crackling sound, approaching this direction from far to near.

Faint voices came through the door.

"...Why didn't you lock the door?"

"It's not like I was the last to leave!"

"Damn it." The voice scolded: "It must be that bastard Sun Yuan, if he does this again next time, I'll kill him."

Ye Jia took a few steps back, and silently hid his figure in the shadow behind those big boxes.

The harsh sound of the metal door being pulled pierced the night.

Immediately afterwards, a container as tall as a person and nearly five or six meters long was pushed in.

"Is there nothing else besides this?"

"Yes, the last one."

While listening to the conversation between the two, Ye Jia looked at the huge cardboard boxes in front of him.

His fingertips gently stroked it, a cold light flashed, and a smooth gap split open at the edge of the carton, and it opened silently. ,

Inside was a huge water tank that was very similar to the warehouse just now. The water tank was filled with viscous scarlet liquid, filling the water tank to the brim. There were many broken limbs that could not be seen from the original owner floating in it. Some of them were already half-rotted, and some were not. The white bones were exposed, which looked weird and terrifying.

Ye Jia was slightly taken aback.

The fist-sized skull in the water tank suddenly turned upside down, staring at Ye Jia with its dark eye sockets. In the next second, a piercing shriek burst out from its incompletely toothed mouth, like some kind of sharp weapon that knocked down the silence. torn.

It frantically hit the glass with its head, making a "bang bang bang" sound, and the glass cracked like a spider's web in an instant.

"Who is it!!" The other two outside suddenly became alert.

Damn.

Ye Jia cursed in a low voice.

In the next second, a huge ghost head that was exactly the same as the man before broke free from one of the arms, and attacked in the direction of the sound with its hair as long as algae—!

But unexpectedly, there was no one there.

There was a loud bang of "touch", and the water tank burst open.

Scarlet and viscous blood spread like a flood in the warehouse. Countless rotten limbs squirmed in the blood. With the fist-sized skull as the center, they were slowly spliced ​​together, and a twisted and ugly monster gradually took shape. roared.

"Fuck!" A trace of panic flashed across the face of the attacking man, as if he didn't expect his blow to have such an effect.

"Damn, what are you still doing stupidly? Run!" Another person cursed: "Don't you fucking know what that is?"

The other person also woke up like a dream.

They stumbled and fled towards the night, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Ye Jia stood in the middle of the pool of blood, clenched the sharp blade tightly in his hand, his eyes were slightly sharp.

—he knew what it was.

This is a blood gu fish.

Even in the game, the blood gu fish is definitely the most terrifying monster. They are spawned by the severed limbs of unjust souls, and the bones of the corpse are used as a medium. , their numbers are very small.

Because, in addition to the huge blood energy, they must also have a core in order to lead all the stumps together.

The brainchild of an S-rank ghost.

Blood Gu fish are terrifying gods of killing, they have no reason, no emotion, no wisdom, they can only kill and eat instinctively, let alone recognize their master.

Even a ghost would be afraid of such a creature made of pure resentment.

——That's why Ji Xuan's blood gu fish is so special.

And this one...

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the center of the opponent's stump, the core surrounded by white bones.

Floating there was a small test tube with a drop of green blood in it.

And among those severed limbs, Ye Jia saw frogs, cats, dogs, deer, and even the arm of a man wearing a suit and wearing a watch.

This is an artificial blood gu fish.

And, it's not even fully formed yet.

As it moved, those stumps fell to the ground in pieces, floating up and down in the pool of blood, turning the entire warehouse into a place like a slaughterhouse.

It was crawling on the ground, screaming sharply, and frantically rushed towards Ye Jia's direction, attacking him indiscriminately.

Ye Jia dealt with it with difficulty.

—He uses the scythe as little as possible.

You must know that the concentration of resentment in the blood gu fish is too pure, and the energy contained in it is not enough, but it has the most terrifying malice.

For Ye Jia, this was the last thing he wanted to eat.

However, behind his ears, there was a voice that became clearer and more reckless, quietly bewitching and persuading him.

Use weapons.

kill it, eat it.

Get stronger and keep eating.

Ye Jia gritted his teeth.

His brain was buzzing, and he had to devote some attention to resisting his desire.

When he was distracted, the artificial blood gu fish suddenly seized the opportunity and attacked him without hesitation!The angle is tricky and fierce, and the sharp teeth are wide open, as if trying to bite the opponent's throat.

However, at this critical moment——

In the bloody abyss, a huge goat skull slowly emerged.

It growled and rushed towards the impostor.

The two blood gu fish slammed into each other fiercely, the blood was bloody, and the severed limbs in the blood sea were churning and writhing, as if they were struggling and wriggling.

The sound of bones colliding with each other, roaring, and the sticky flow of blood echoed in the huge warehouse.

The iron walls of the warehouse were as fragile as shredded paper, cut open one after another by invisible forces, and became tattered in a blink of an eye.

The blood gu fish snapped at the throat of the other impostor, and pressed it firmly against the wall.

The next second, a figure nimbly stepped on its ribs, flipped his wrist, and a huge scythe suddenly appeared in the air, and accurately cut into the counterfeit's chest.

The test tube containing the green blood was thrown away.

It landed on the open space in the distance with a "clang".

The counterfeit didn't move.

The blood gu fish slowly swam backwards.

As it withdrew, the other party fell down slowly and heavily, like a soft and rotten flesh that had lost its bones, and hit the container directly, making a tooth-piercing loud noise.

Ye Jia jumped down, a few drops of scarlet blood were splashed on his pale face.

He frowned slightly, and the ink in his eyes flashed past.

The blood gu fish slowly swam towards him, and touched his palm with its huge head, as if seeking praise.

Ye Jia calmed down and touched its head: "... Be good."

However, logically speaking, since the blood gu fish appeared, his master should not be far away.

Ye Jia raised his head and looked outside the warehouse.

However, before he found Ji Xuan's figure, his sight was attracted by another place.

The container had become tattered during the battle just now, and at this moment, under the pressure of the fake's stump, it fell apart like paper soaked in water, revealing the contents inside.

That's a row of hangers.

However, what was hanging on the hanger was not clothes, but a complete set of perfect human skins.

Hair, facial features, and fingers are all there, like some kind of weird puppet, hanging limply on the hanger, neatly arranged in a whole row.

Ye Jia was stunned.

As if caught, he stared closely at one of the human leather suits, then walked slowly towards the hanger.

It was what a girl looked like—fair complexion, brown hair, well-kept fingers.

Ye Jia had seen her before, on his dossier.

She was one of the missing girls.

She entered a building, and then disappeared mysteriously. The surveillance video at the entrance of the building did not record her leaving.

It wasn't until a week later that residents complained about the rotten smell that people found her body in room 404 that had been stripped of all the skins.

——The belly is swollen, the expression is serene, and there is no trace of struggle.