After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

As if being scalded, Ye Jia suddenly pulled out his hand.

Ji Xuan raised his head and blinked innocently.

The place that was rubbed by the other party's lips just now was burning hot again.

"You..." Ye Jiaqing coughed and asked, "Do you know how it came from?"

"Of course," Ji Xuan sat down on the edge of Ye Jia's bed, "I was with you then."

Ye Jia straightened his back slightly, and looked at the other party firmly: "Tell me..."

"Hug..." Ji Xuan thought for a while, "All night..."

Ye Jia: "..."

He took a deep breath and reluctantly said: "OK..."

Ji Xuan: "You can't subtract the extra time from yesterday."

Ye Jia: "..."

This guy is getting better and better.

He gritted his teeth: "Yes..."

Ji Xuan narrowed his eyes, as if stealing a fox: "I want to kiss you goodnight..."

"..." Ye Jia: "Don't push yourself too hard."

Ji Xuan sighed: "Okay..."

He stretched out his hand: "Is it a deal?"

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes, examined him steadily for a few seconds, then slowly reached out and held the other's pale palm: "It's a deal..."

After half an hour.

Ye Jia called out the other three people as an ace.

As soon as they met, he threw a large stack of documents to each of them.

Blast flipped through the document with his fingertips, and frowned in disgust when he saw the densely packed words on it: "What is this for?"

The remaining two were equally bewildered.

Ye Jia said succinctly: "I have a clue..."

All three were refreshed.

——Ji Xuan didn't directly tell Ye Jia what happened, nor did he directly tell him who the ghost he was facing, he just provided a clue.

A very crucial clue.

And that's enough.

"Call the family members of each deceased and ask them if they got what they had been longing for before they died," Ye Jia said.

Chen Qingye pushed the glasses: "For example?"

"Anything..." Ye Jia said: "Wealth, power, beauty, material and spiritual aspects, everything is fine."

Wei Yue's eyes widened slightly: "You mean...!"

Ye Jia took a deep breath: "Yes..."

Blast looked blank: "What charades are you playing?"

Wei Yuechu beat his head with the document in his hand, hating iron and steel: "Are you really stupid?"

Blast covered the back of his head and protested loudly: "You hit me again!"

Chen Qingye showed a thoughtful expression: "So that's the case, then this makes sense."

blast: "?"

He jumped up and down anxiously: "What is what?! Tell me quickly!"

Wei Yue supported his forehead and sighed helplessly: "Dream maker, haven't you heard of it?"

blast: "I seem to have a little impression?"

Chen Qingye said unhurriedly: "You entered the game relatively late, so it's understandable that you don't know much about it."

He said: "This is an S-level lord. Compared with killing, he actually prefers to make deals with players-as long as you can pay enough, your wishes can be fulfilled."

Blast blinked and asked, "Any wish is allowed?"

Chen Qingye: "Any wish is fine."

blast: "Then what if I make a wish and three more wishes?"

Chen Qingye: "..."

With a blank expression on his face, he followed Wei Yue's example, rolled up the paper tube, and slapped blast on the head.

"Ouch!" Blast covered the back of his head and yelled ferociously, "Why are you here?!"

"It deserves it..." Wei Yue said gloatingly, "Do you think he is a lamp god? Three more wishes... Didn't you hear the price Chen Qingye just said?"

Blast was at a loss: "It's not the lamp god? What is that?"

Wei Yue pondered for a few seconds: "It's like the devil in western legends. Players mortgage their souls in exchange for the satisfaction of their desires."

"However...Actually, I don't know the specific situation..." She sighed: "None of the people who made his deal survived to tell us what happened."

Ye Jia lowered his eyes, as if he was looking at the document in his hand.

However, his eyes fell on the scar on his wrist involuntarily—it was very light in color, and it was basically impossible to distinguish it from the skin without looking carefully.

He brushed it with his fingers subconsciously.

Ye Jia knew the existence of the dream maker, but he didn't have the slightest memory related to him.

It's like a blind spot in the mind, if you don't look for it deliberately, you will be forgotten in the dark.

Blast touched the back of his head: "Then, what happened later? Where did he go?"

At least in his impression, after he entered the game, he didn't seem to have heard of the dream maker's reputation.

Chen Qingye shook his head: "No one knows..."

"He just...disappeared suddenly, and he disappeared for a long time." He turned his head to look at Ye Jia, a little puzzled: "Why do you think that the incident in City F was caused by the dreamer?"

"It's just a guess..." Ye Jia replied calmly: "Maybe I'm wrong, let's prove it."

They called the dead office worker first.

His wife seemed to be still immersed in grief, and when she answered, her voice was choked and sobbing, but when she heard Ye Jia's question, the other end of the phone suddenly fell silent.

Ye Jia asked patiently: "Ma'am, are you still there?"

"Ah, yes... yes." Her wife sounded a bit out of her mind, but replied anyway.

She asked, "You, why are you asking this?"

Ye Jia: "Just doing some necessary investigations."

There was silence on the other side of the microphone.

After a long time, the wife said slowly, "Actually... half a month ago, I was planning to divorce him."

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes: "Can I ask the reason?"

The wife said, "Of course..."

She sobbed and continued: "Actually, there is no third party, but, there is really no emotion. Do you know that feeling? Holding his hand is like touching your right hand with your left hand. The days go by day after day like that. I can't remember how I fell in love with him at the beginning. Every day is the same. It's meaningless to live this kind of life any more, so... I just want to separate from him for a while. "

"But...he didn't want to, and the reaction was very, very intense." The wife said very tactfully: "So I went back to live with my mother's house and hid for a while."

Ye Jia: "And then?"

The wife took a deep breath, as if she couldn't hold back her tears, her voice choked up again: "However, during that time, I slowly calmed down again, and for some reason, I remembered every bit of our once passionate love. , and then I thought, I fell in love with him again, so I went back to him, and I still remember, he hugged me and told me that this was his greatest wish, but...but...it's still Not long after, he..."

The woman on the other side of the phone was crying.

The phone hangs up.

The three people on the opposite side looked at each other, understanding.

——Looks like it's pretty much the same.

For the next whole hour, the four of them kept talking on their mobile phones, and they would make another call when they hung up. After more than ten hours, they finally asked all the family members of the deceased in the stack of documents one by one. again.

A total of fifteen suspicious cases.

They went to the police station to pull up the GPS records of these people for a full month before their death, and then asked the staff of the Supernatural Administration to cross-reference them on the computer——

Soon, the results came out.

Chen Qingye put the note on the table and pushed it over.

Fifteen people were scattered in different parts of City F, and their locations were very scattered. However, half a month before their death, everyone had been to the same place.

Ye Jia picked up the note, and his eyes fell on the paper.

This place is off the beaten track near the edge of the city - that's where it should be.

After half an hour.

The taxi drove away slowly behind them, leaving only the four of them standing in a wasteland.

In front of them stood an extremely modern high-rise building.

The four raised their heads together and looked up slowly.

This building soared into the sky, at least on the thirtieth floor, and the outside glass walls reflected the sunlight, making it appear resplendent and magnificent.

Blast scratched his head: "This...is this here?"

It feels like something is not quite right.

Ye Jia put the note back into his pocket and walked towards the building: "Go ahead and have a look..."

The glass door opened automatically in front of them, and two tall, good-looking receptionists came up to them, bowed to them with smiles on their faces, and said in unison in a singing tone: "Welcome to dm company .”

The ground is as clean as a mirror, and the marble wall in the distance is inlaid with a line of glittering English letters:

dreammaker.

【dream Maker】

The four of them fell silent together: "..."

Blast slowly turned his head to look at Ye Jia, lowered his voice, and stammered and asked, "That... what's going on here?"

Ye Jia: "..."

If I knew what was going on, would I still stand here like you?

When the four of them were in a daze, one of the welcoming ladies stepped forward and asked with a smile, "What kind of business do you need to handle, sir?"

Ye Jia adjusted quickly, and asked calmly: "What business can you handle here?"

Miss Yingbin introduced with a smile: "Dreammaker is the largest angel investment institution in City F. Do you have a business plan that we need to invest in?"

"Yes..." Ye Jia didn't change his face: "Where can I meet your person in charge?"

The welcoming lady smiled and said, "Please follow me..."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked forward gracefully.

Wei Yue lowered his voice: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Ye Jia also whispered back: "Let's take a step and see."

Chen Qingye opened his palm, several green bugs the size of rice grains landed on his fingertips, and then crawled into his sleeve along his palm.

He took a few steps forward, side by side with Ye Jia, and whispered: "The employees in the hall are all human beings."

Ye Jia frowned slightly, nodded: "Thank you..."

Now the direction of this matter... is becoming more and more unpredictable.

Soon, they were welcomed into a magnificent and well-decorated waiting room, with golden European-style chandeliers above their heads, thick red carpets on the floor, and soft armchairs placed in the room. There are colorful snacks on the table.

Blast stretched out his hand itchy towards one of the plates.

Wei Yue slapped his hand and gave him a silent look.

Blast covered the back of his hand that was slapped, and whispered angrily: "I'm not going to eat it, so I just want to see it?"

At this moment, the welcoming lady in front turned around and asked with a smile, "Are you a business planner or a personal planner?"

Ye Jia turned his head and glanced at the other three people behind him: "Enterprise..."

The other party said with a good attitude: "Please show me the business registration certificate, tax registration, and a copy of the basic information of the relevant company."

Ye Jia: "..."

He didn't change his face: "Personal project..."

Miss Yingbin's professionalism is outstanding, and the smile on her face has not changed at all: "Then, who are your other companions...?"

The other three looked at each other.

Wei Yue said: "I am also a personal planner."

Chen Qingye pushed his glasses: "I just came with them, I just wait for them outside."

Blast shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Me too..."

——As players, they all know that eggs cannot be placed in the same cage.

Wei Yuechu and ace went to the inside of this dreammaker company, so they had to keep two people outside, in case of any accidents, and by the way, they could explore this strange place from the outside.

Another welcoming lady came over, and she smiled at Wei Yue: "This way please..."

It seems that they are not ready to stay together.

Wei Yue nodded at Ye Jia, and the two separated and walked towards the two elevators.

Ye Jia walked into the elevator.

The hostess pressed one of the buttons.

The moment he walked in, he seemed to be aware of something suddenly, and suddenly looked up to the top of the elevator - at the place where the camera should be, some kind of weird red light flashed, as if there was an eye behind the glass. flashed by.

But when Ye Jia took a closer look, the camera had returned to its normal state.

The welcoming lady pressed the fingernail-sized earphones in her ears, then turned her head and said to Ye Jia with a sweet smile: "Hi, I didn't know you were a regular customer of our DM company."

Ye Jia was slightly startled, but still said calmly: "So what?"

The other party said with a smile: "The service is different."

After speaking, she stretched out her hand, took out a magnetic card from her pocket, tapped the card swiping area on the elevator slightly, and then pressed the button on the top floor.

The button lights up.

The elevator went up slowly.

The narrow space is very quiet, because it is high-level, there is very little noise, and only the sound of each other's breathing can be heard. Ye Jia's eyes fell on the slowly rising number, watching it slowly change.

Soon, the elevator stopped on one of the floors.

This is the layer that the welcome lady first pressed.

Ye Jia raised his eyes and looked into the distance, only to see a huge and heavy mahogany door at the end of the long corridor, outside the mahogany door was sitting a man who looked embarrassed, as if he was waiting for something.

At this moment, the mahogany door opened.

Before Ye Jia saw it clearly, the elevator in front of him slowly closed, and the welcoming lady smiled and said, "You are a distinguished guest, not on this floor."

The number of elevators continued to rise.

Time passed extremely slowly. After a long time, there was only a ding, and the elevator doors opened to both sides.

The welcome lady smiled and stretched out her hand: "Please..."

Ye Jia stepped out of the elevator, and the metal door slowly closed behind him.

He looked around.

The top floor looks completely different from the previous floor—huge and clear floor-to-ceiling windows, luxurious and expensive decorations, thick carpets that can absorb all footsteps, and a long corridor in the distance. At the end of the corridor is A huge heavy wooden door, but the specification is obviously several grades richer than the one downstairs.

Ye Jia's fingertips hanging by his side lightly rubbed, and a faint gleam shone.

Although it is true that he should try to reduce fighting with ghosts as much as possible now, if he encounters a life-and-death situation, he will not hesitate to use weapons.

——After all, the situation in the last vision was different.

She was sent by her mother to die.

Vision is different from other ghosts. She was originally a human being, but she has a part of her mother in her body, so she becomes a ghost.

So the mother hoped that Ye Jia could kill her, absorb the nutrients in her body, and become her own people.

The situation of the dream maker is different, he is just a ghost.

Ye Jia walked forward slowly along the corridor.

He stood still in front of the heavy door, and slowly stretched out his hand, but before his fingertips touched the door panel, the door in front of him opened silently and opened inward.

Inside the door is a huge circular room surrounded by clean floor-to-ceiling windows, like a glass ball hanging above the sky, which looks extremely luxurious.

A man stood in front of a huge circular French window with his back to Ye Jia.

Ye Jia squinted his eyes, and the light of the knife appeared between his fingers.

"A rare guest, really a rare guest..." the man said while turning around.

He is of medium build, wearing a well-tailored suit, pale and gentle, with a decent smile on his face: "Ace! I thought I would never see you again."

Ye Jia didn't answer.

He stared fixedly at the man in front of him, thinking carefully.

The dreamer opened the chair and sat down, with a very friendly smile on his face: "Sit..."

The chair opposite him was pulled away by some invisible force.

The dreamer stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Ye Jia gave a short laugh, and he walked forward unhurriedly, calmly as if he was meeting a long-lost friend, and sat down on the chair without changing his face: "Thank you... ..."

His calm attitude made the dreamer raise his eyebrows in surprise: "I didn't expect, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are still the same as before, you haven't changed at all."

"Oh?" Ye Jia said calmly, "Then...do you think you have changed a lot?"

The dreamer laughed out loud, as if he had heard some very ridiculous joke, tears came out of his laughter.

Ye Jia quietly waited for him to finish laughing.

After a long time, the dreamer finally stopped, with a lingering smile on his face, and said, "Of course it's huge..."

After speaking, he grabbed his hair and pulled it aside.

There was a scarlet slit on his neck, which expanded rapidly with his movements, revealing a flat and smooth cross-section, as if it had been cut with some extremely sharp weapon.

He lowered his head so that Ye Jia could see the bright red muscles and white bones on the section of his neck.

Immediately afterwards, the dreamer let go of his hand, put his head back with only a piece of skin stuck together, moved his shoulders and neck uncomfortably, and reset everything.

He smiled and said: "Although it has almost recovered now, it is still impossible to grow back... After all, not every ghost is the direct descendant of the mother's favor, and can be restored after being stabbed in the chest. "

The dreamer has something to say.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes, slightly startled.

What does the dreamer mean... he cut off his head?

The healed scar on his wrist was slightly hot.

The dreamer waved his hand nonchalantly: "By the way, you probably don't remember anything...Look at my memory, I almost forgot about this."

"Then..." Ye Jia raised his eyebrows: "Maybe you can review it for me?"

The dreamer narrowed his eyes: "Why, do you want to get back your lost memory?"

A shrewd smile appeared on his face: "What do you want to exchange?"

Ye Jia chuckled and shrugged casually: "Just for the memories of the first time I met you? Thank you, no need, why should I remember those unimportant things?"

The dreamer's face darkened for a moment.

But he quickly recovered: "Since you are not going to do business with me, what are you here for?"

Ye Jia crossed his legs and smiled kindly: "Of course I'm here to mess things up."

"This is going to be difficult..." The dream maker frowned in embarrassment: "In that case, I can only call the police."

Ye Jia: "..."

I saw the dreamer lightly raised his fingers, and one side of the cabinet door opened, revealing the framed photo frame inside: "This is a legal property, business license, site ownership, lease agreement... I am a taxpayer with a clean background, and I am a law-abiding taxpayer." Good law-abiding citizens."

Ye Jia: "..."

He sneered: "Will law-abiding good citizens sign an agreement to take the souls of ordinary people?"

The dreamer shrugged his shoulders and said, "My business has always been about what you want and what you want. In fact, I have never approached anyone. Everyone came to me on their own initiative, even many people."

He said lightly: "And I just did what a businessman should do - I grasped the business opportunity."

The man turned around, walked slowly to the French window in front of him, and looked down, his voice contained a certain suppressed excitement and trembling: "In the game, I never thought that there would be such a thing in the world. In a beautiful place, souls blackened by desire are eagerly looking for a way to sell themselves, no matter what the price is, they will scramble to offer their souls instead."

His voice hissed with greed: "There are too many competitors in the game, each of them is hungry, fighting and grabbing, working hard to get a bite, but it's different here... The market is so vast, if I want, I can monopolize it all—”

"Do you know what this is called?"

The dreamer turned his head to look at Ye Jia, the smile on his face was slightly distorted due to excitement, and he looked extraordinarily terrifying: "This is called monopoly capital."

Ye Jia: "..."

Grass……

The dreamer walked towards Ye Jia, the smile on his face narrowed, and became gentle again: "You see, I am different from those savage ghosts who have no brains and only care about everyone. I love peace, and only peace can make me feel better." more prosperous market.”

He stretched out his hand, and lightly brushed Ye Jia's wrist with his pale index finger.

Ye Jia's gaze then fell.

On his wrist, the scars that crossed horizontally and vertically suddenly protruded out at some point, with a faint red color, which stood out against the fair skin.

The dreamer's eyes were fixed on the scar on Ye Jia's wrist, and his greedy expression appeared: "And... the soul that once slipped away from me may reappear in front of me one day, if you want , I can pay a big price..."

As he spoke, he poked out his scarlet tongue, nearly half a foot long, and slowly licked his index finger that had touched the other's skin.

But at this moment, the dreamer seemed to be scalded, his eyes widened suddenly, his long tongue flicked in the air, and mucus dripped down.

"This, this is..." He glared at Ye Jia suddenly: "You...what did you bring in!"

At this time, the man's deep and hoarse voice sounded from behind Ye Jia: "I..."