After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

"Why is there another one who surrendered himself?"

While putting on his coat, Wu Su hurriedly walked into the bureau.

Last night's Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts could no longer be covered up. The news was explosive and instantly triggered a wave-like chain reaction. The Internet collapsed one after another. Countless conspiracy theories and conjectures flooded it. With the disclosure of folk images, As a secret organization of the government, the Occult Administration was forced to be exposed to public view.

All members are ordered not to make any comments on the Internet or in the media until the official decision is made.

And Wu Su, as the highest-ranking member of the combat department in M ​​city, had to bear most of the pressure from the superior and subordinates.

Although the Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts last night was over, his workload has doubled instead.

After a day and night of high-intensity work, Wu Su's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and his beard became messy because he didn't take care of it, like a weed, but he still looked energetic.

"Is it related to ace again?" He lit a cigarette and asked vaguely, "Is it the same as the previous hexagram Dong?"

"Not this time." Ke Zheng replied.

He thought for a while, but still didn't seem to find any suitable adjectives, and said with a complicated expression:

"That... Anyway, Brother Wu, you'll know when you go."

Wu Su: "?"

He glanced at his vice-captain suspiciously, and finally didn't ask anything, but walked towards the direction of the other's finger.

As soon as the door of the interrogation room was pushed open, Wu Su paused subconsciously.

The interrogation room is not big, and the light above the head is cold and dazzling. The layout is very simple, with a monotonous and cold meaning.

In the center of the room sat a tall man, dressed in simple clothes, with a loose and relaxed posture, extremely aggressive facial features, high browbones, half-squinted dark eyes, hands on the table, pale There are shiny silver cuffs on his wrists.Even though he was sitting behind the iron table, with the special bondage chains on his hands, he seemed to be in his own home. A sense of oppressive oppression emanated from his bones, which made people feel instinctively. fear.

And in another corner of the room, Wu Su recognized the members of the logistics department who had helped him several times last time sitting there.

The young man's light-colored eyes were lowered, and his handsome and pale face was expressionless, giving people a sense of indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

He seemed to have deliberately chosen this position in the room, which was neither far nor close to the man sitting behind the iron table, and always maintained a vigilant sense of distance.

The atmosphere in the room was so heavy that it seemed like a viscous liquid, making people unable to breathe.

I don't know why, although the two of them didn't have any eye contact, but Wu Su felt inexplicably that the two should know each other.

Wu Su: "..."

So what's going on with this weird atmosphere?

As if he had noticed the person coming, the man sitting at the table raised his eyes, the dark pupils were as dark as abyss, and he swept Wu Su casually.

In an instant, Wu Su felt an instinctive sense of fear hit his heart, and a layer of cold sweat burst out of his back. The alarm bells rang in his heart, and the intuition cultivated in the game for many years screamed wildly in his mind.

The creepy feeling when looking directly at the abyss surged, and every cell in the body was clamoring to escape.

--not human.

The other party obviously had no intention of restraining himself, allowing the inhuman traits of himself to be clearly presented in front of his eyes, and made no secret of his strength and terror, like a giant beast slowly stretching its body in a narrow room.

Wu Su's heart suddenly rang out, and subconsciously reached out to touch the holster on his waist, and asked sharply, "Who are you?"

Facing his vigilance, the other party's reaction was extremely flat.

Ji Xuan raised his hand, and the special shackles on his wrists made a crisp sound on the iron table. He smiled and said, "Don't be nervous."

Wu Su seemed to have just reacted.

The other party is wearing shackles specially developed by the Supernatural Administration, which are specially designed to detain powerful ghosts that cannot be eliminated for a while. As long as they wear them, the yin energy on their bodies will be suppressed, and they will no longer have the power to harm others. .

But even so, Wu Su still couldn't feel the slightest bit of reassurance.

Perhaps it was because the other party's attitude was too relaxed and casual, which made him subconsciously wary.

Wu Su tensed up, narrowed his eyes, and asked in a cold voice:

"What's your purpose?"

Ji Xuan chuckled, "Isn't my purpose obvious?"

This time, Ye Jia, who was sitting in the distance, also raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on him.

The young man's expression was still indifferent and calm, his light-colored eyes were as sharp as knives, and under such sight, everything seemed to be invisible.

Seeing that he finally caught the other party's attention, Ji Xuan hooked his lips imperceptibly, and said:

"Cooperation."

"...Cooperation?!" Wu Su repeated in surprise.

Ji Xuan leaned back relaxedly, half-closed his eyes: "Of course."

"Are you curious about whether the ghosts who escaped from the game have a leader, and what is their purpose?" He smiled on his lips, his eyes darkened: "Or...don't you want to know the reason why the ghosts walked at night last night? ?”

Under the man's gaze, Wu Su felt a chill down his spine.

However, I have to say that every question the other party said hits the nail on the head.

Until now, human beings have no idea what they are dealing with—who is the opponent?what do they want

Those ghosts who escaped from the game seem to be doing their own thing, some are scattered, some are missing, rampant supernatural events happen all over the country, no matter the form or the victims are unrelated, there seems to be no pattern to follow, but, as As a player who has experience in the game, Wu Su always feels that there is an undercurrent surging under it, and it seems that there is something behind it, but he has no evidence to prove his conjecture.

And now, a powerful high-level ghost finally appeared in front of his eyes, who seemed to know the truth of everything.

This made Wu Su tremble uncontrollably—half excited, half terrified.

He took a deep breath, pulled a chair over, sat down opposite the man, and asked slowly:

"So let's start at the beginning—who is your leader?"

"Mother." Ji Xuan replied, "The source and ruler of all ghosts and monsters."

His expression was extraordinarily frank, as if he didn't care what shocking words he said.

Wu Su looked at him suspiciously: "When I was in the game, I never heard that ghosts have a mother."

"Low-level ghosts and monsters are just inferior creatures born from Yin Qi." Ji Xuan chuckled, "Only high-level ghosts have the concept of a mother and know the existence of their source."

"What about Ji Xuan?" Wu Su frowned, "Isn't he your king?"

Ye Jia: "..."

He couldn't bear to look directly away.

Ji Xuan said without changing his face: "Indeed, but the so-called king is just the representative of the mother."

"Agent? Why?"

There was a smile on Ji Xuan's lips, and a dark red flashed in the depths of his dark pupils. His voice was deep and dark, making one's hair stand on end:

"—Because she can't come to the world for the time being."

Wu Su's Adam's apple rolled up and down dryly, he opened his mouth, and asked slowly: "So, you mean, the purpose of all these ghosts is to let her come to the world? What happens after she comes to the world? what happens?"

Ji Xuan didn't answer.

He just casually tapped on the table with his fingertips, making an "aggressive" sound: "Mother's control over us comes from blood, which means that it is impossible for me to give some information, and I can't give it to you." You revealed—so, you better choose carefully which questions you want to ask."

"Okay then." Wu Su took a deep breath, and asked from a different angle: "You are also a high-level ghost, and you are also a citizen of your mother. Why do you choose to help humans?"

Ji Xuan narrowed his eyes thoughtfully:

"Well...we have a difference of opinion."

His eyes swept over Ye Jia who was sitting on the side without any trace, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "She gave me an impossible task."

The atmosphere in the air suddenly became strange.

Wu Su wisely did not pursue further.

He thought for a while and said, "The capital is closer to the core of the management than us, and there are more capable people and different people."

The sub-bureau in city m is just an inconspicuous part of the entire administration. Logically speaking, if you want to seek cooperation, it is more sensible to go to the capital to find the headquarters. Wu Su believes that for the man in front of him, geography The distance on the Internet doesn't mean much, but for some reason, he came to the branch office in City M, and deliberately came to the desk of one of the members of the logistics department, announcing that he "surrendered himself".

It's too weird.

Wu Su glanced at Ye Jia secretly, and asked obliquely:

"Why did you think of working with us?"

This time, the smile on Ji Xuan's lips deepened, and he said without hesitation: "Repay the favor."

The little black hand crouched on Ye Jia's shoulder, hiding under the concealment layer the other party created for him—as the ghost closest to Ye Jia, it could clearly feel the subtle changes in the other party's breath.

Senhan's murderous aura implying coldness was almost the same as when he made up his mind to kill Ji Xuan.

The little black hand was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe out, for fear that Ye Jia would be impulsive and go forward and stab the other party.

It wants to cry without tears.

——If I am guilty, please let the law punish me instead of making me tremble between two big bosses! ! !

Ji Xuan didn't seem to notice it, and he looked at Ye Jia with a smile: "I believe you humans have a saying that the kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring, not to mention the kindness of saving a life."

——The grace of saving life, of course, must be promised by the body.

Ye Jia's expression became even colder,

Seeing Wu Su's questioning gaze, he raised his lips calmly and replied:

"...It was just an accident."

Ye Jia's eyes met Ji Xuan's, his eyes became cold and dark, and he said slowly: "If you give me another chance, I believe I will not make the same choice."

Wu Su: "..."

Wait, can you be so straightforward?

——Especially in the face of a high-level ghost with unpredictable emotions, he was not sure how much of the effect the special shackles on the opponent's hand would be able to play under the rage.

Wu Su looked in the direction of the man with trepidation, but found that the moment Ye Jia's voice fell, the arc of the corner of the man's lips rose a little, and a smile flashed in the depths of the dark eyes, and he seemed to be in a very good mood. good look.

Wu Su: "???"

Um?what happened?Is it because my understanding of the sentence just now is different from his?

He was caught in doubts about his ability to understand.

However, Wu Su quickly pulled himself back from his distraction, he cleared his cough, broke the somewhat weird atmosphere in the air, and said, "Well then, I will report your appeal to the superior and make a decision at the superior Before, you first..."

Ji Xuan interrupted him: "Can I appoint someone to watch over me?"

"This..." Wu Su was taken aback, as if he didn't expect the other party to make such a request.

Ji Xuan shook the shackles on his wrists, and the silver handcuffs jingled: "I will cooperate very much."

"I don't agree." Ye Jia interrupted without warning.

His eyes flashed an inorganic cold light under the cold light above his head, and his voice was cold and hard, which seemed very unreasonable: "He is obviously very dangerous, I think we should follow the rules and detain him in a special cell We will make a decision after confirming that his information is accurate."

Wu Su: "..."

...It's really too straightforward! ! ! !

He raised his heart again, afraid that the other party would turn his back on him, but what was even more unexpected was that Ji Xuan didn't show any signs of anger, he nodded: "That's fine."

——Now it's Wu Su's turn to feel magical.

Are all the ghosts in your game so easy to talk to? ? ?

The door of the interrogation room was closed behind, blocking the man's deep black eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

Wu Su stood in the corridor, feeling dazed for a while.

What happened just now was like a dream, even now, he still feels a little unbelievable.

After a huge loss for all mankind, they suddenly made great progress without warning. A high-ranking ghost who is willing to cooperate and speaks very well unexpectedly came to the door on his own initiative, willing to disclose to them the precious information that mankind has been looking for for a long time. Not even in his wildest imaginations.

The logistics member turned to leave.

Wu Su hurriedly called to stop him: "Ye Jia!"

The young man paused, turned his face halfway, his cold white complexion seemed unreal in the dark, his voice was still calm: "What's wrong?"

Wu Su stepped forward a few steps, side by side with him, and asked curiously:

"So, how did you save this ghost?"

Ye Jia: "...everyone makes mistakes."

Wu Su: "???"

For some reason, he heard a bit of gnashing of teeth in the other party's voice.

Ye Jia turned around, looked straight at Wu Su, and said:

"Don't take him lightly. I think that shackle doesn't have much binding effect on him. Ghosts are good at lying, let alone this kind of powerful ghost. Be wary of what he said about cooperation. There may be other plans,"

Wu Su deeply agreed: "You're right, especially now that we don't know what his real purpose is, it's better to be vigilant."

"However, his information is very important to us so far." He patted Ye Jia's shoulder reassuringly: "I will go to a senior I trust for advice."

Ye Jia: "..."

I seem to know who your senior is.

He himself stands in front of you and advises you.

However, what Wu Su said is indeed reasonable - in the current state of human beings, the information provided by Ji Xuan is necessary.

He sighed silently.

It seems that this is only for the time being.

However, this is not what Ye Jia is most concerned about now.

He changed the subject and said, "Team Wu, can you give me the opening certificate?"

Wu Su: "Huh?"

"I encountered an accident this afternoon when I was dealing with the follow-up work," Ye Jia briefly told Wu Su about the shooting incident in the afternoon, and then added: "For some personal reasons, I want to go to the police station to see See related reports."

Although it is true that he can tear open the ghosts and go there, due to the night walk of the ghosts last night, the police station and the morgue must be very chaotic. Ye Jia is not sure that he can find the corpse and related reports in a short time, so in order to save money Time, a quick decision, it is better to go directly through official channels.

Wu Su thought for a while and said, "Okay."

He said: "According to your description, it seems that there is indeed something wrong with this murder case. You go with the equipment and remember to submit a report to me when you come back."

Ye Jia: "...Okay."

Unexpected workload increases.

·

Morgue.

After last night, both the police and the forensic doctor became extremely busy, and the morgue was overcrowded. Most of the sent corpses were sent into the freezer before they could be dissected. Lease cold storage to store dead bodies.

The forensic intern led Ye Jia into one of the rented mobile cold storages, and pointed to one of the compartments: "There."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and left in a hurry, as if there was more work waiting for her.

Ye Jia was left alone in the cold storage.

He walked slowly towards the corpse.

The clothes on the corpse had been removed, and the two bullet holes on the shoulders and chest were no longer bleeding, showing a bluish-black color like frozen meat under the low temperature. The bloodshot cloudy eyeballs were covered, the corners of his mouth were still raised, and that stiff and crazy smile was fixed on his face.

The instrument in Ye Jia's hand didn't move - it was a prop he had confiscated from the young man in the haunted house adventure, and the accuracy was sufficient.

Moreover, he didn't smell the slightest yin in this person.

It seemed to be just...an ordinary corpse.

There is no trace of the remnants of supernatural time on it, and even the fluctuations of Yin Qi detected in the corridor before seem to have never appeared.

After all, after the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts, the residual Yin Qi will be detected everywhere, and that fluctuation may only be due to the other ghosts in that building, not from this murder.

Ye Jia pondered for a while, then pulled out the little black hand:

"Did you smell anything?"

The little black hand shook his fingers blankly: "No."

Ye Jia lowered his eyes, and slightly pursed his light-colored thin lips, stretching them into a straight and stern line.

He didn't know what he was expecting to find.

He let out a breath of foul air soundlessly, turned around and prepared to go out, but before he had gone a few steps, his eyes suddenly stopped and fell on a cubicle next to him.

By coincidence, Ye Jia walked in that direction.

He stretched out his hand and pulled out the simple freezer from the compartment. With a clatter, another corpse appeared in front of him.

Pale and blood-stained face, desperate expression, belly chopped into pieces.

——Thunderstorm night, blood-stained dress, broken pearl necklace.

As if to drive away something, Ye Jia closed his eyes.

The instrument in his hand made a faint beeping sound.

Ye Jia was startled, opened his eyes, and looked down at the instrument in his hand.

The hands on the dial wobbled, then finally settled on 0, and it stopped beeping.

The little black hand said, "Eh...strange?"

It jumped off Ye Jia's shoulder and got into the indistinct wound on the chest and abdomen of the corpse. After 2 minutes, it got out: "Her heart is gone."

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly, and a faint light flashed in the depths of his eyes: "Do you smell anything?"

The little black hand thought for a while, and said, "Well... a little bit, but it seems to have almost dissipated now."

"What is it?" Ye Jia asked.

The little black hand said: "It's a bit like... the taste of the soul I ate in that building?"

Ye Jia was stunned.

He stood beside the corpses for a while, then pushed the two corpses back, turned and walked out.

The cold storage door closed behind him.

Dark night enveloped the entire city again.

Ye Jia's expression was very cold, like the icy snow that never melted all year round.

——He had never connected what happened to his parents with the game before.

Less than a month ago, the game just crashed, and the ghosts and monsters hidden in it left the shackles of the game and came to the world.

And when he lost his father and mother, he was eight years old.

After 15 years, he entered the game.

·

Stepping into the night, Ye Jia returned to his apartment.

He walked into the door of the building, but when he was about to reach his own floor, he suddenly stopped, and his voice was slightly cold: "Who?"

Following the sound of footsteps, the voice-activated lights in the corridor turned on, and a tall figure appeared.

It's Ji Xuan.

He no longer hides it now, his dark red eyes are like blood slowly flowing under the light of the corridor, he slightly raised his lips, and whispered softly:

"good evening."

Ye Jiacui rubbed the hand at his side subconsciously.

This is his instinctive stance before attacking.

He squinted his eyes and didn't answer.

Ji Xuan took a step forward, his voice low and gentle: "It's been a long time since I saw you, do you miss me? Brother?"

——When we were in the residential area earlier, the little boy who turned into a monster with a smiling face slowly overlapped with the man in front of him.

Ye Jia stared at him fixedly, with an undisguised coldness in his tone:

"Step aside."

Ji Xuan blinked at him innocently, and shook the portable shackles on his wrists at him. The chain in the middle had been removed, and there was silver light on his pale wrists, like two bracelets: "Your superior agreed to cooperate."

Ye Jia repeated: "Get out of the way"

As if by magic, Ji Xuan took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

With a smile on his lips, his deep voice was slightly hoarse and the tail was drawn out, and he said, "Look, they agreed to my request to appoint a guardian."

"Congratulations." Ye Jia hooked his lips, but there was no smile in his voice: "But I don't want to."

He had just returned from the morgue, and the previous shock hadn't disappeared, which made him extremely impatient.

Ye Jia calmly took out the key, bypassed Ji Xuan, and continued to walk upstairs.

However, when the two were about to pass each other, Ji Xuan suddenly turned around and grabbed Ye Jia's wrist without warning. His sudden turn trapped Ye Jia between himself and the wall of the corridor.

The distance between the two shrunk in an instant, and the tips of their noses faced each other, almost only a few feet away.

But Ye Jia did not retreat.

Instead, he leaned closer, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

The tip of the sickle emerged from his palm, and the cold blade shone with a beautiful snow-colored light in the dark night, and it touched the opponent's heart.

His voice was cold: "I don't mind finishing what I didn't finish last time."

In the next second, unexpectedly, the figure in front of him shrank suddenly.

Ye Jia was stunned.

By the time he realized it, the other party had become the little boy in his memory.

He looked up with a pale and beautiful face, resting his fragile neck on the blade in Ye Jia's hand, his ruby-like eyes sparkled under the light, and there was a smile on his lips:

"Okay."

The immature child's voice sounds a little hoarse, soft, almost like a baby:

"...as long as brother is happy."