After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

Under the dead night sky, the dry black bloodstains on the ground reflected the distant night.

Among the empty and barren ruins, a few people stared at each other.

The atmosphere was extraordinarily weird and awkward.

"..."

In fact, as soon as he finished speaking, Ye Jia regretted it.

Oops.

In fact, I don't know how to explain it! !

At this moment, Ji Xuan suddenly broke the silence:

"The box is ready to be opened."

As he spoke, he naturally withdrew the hand around Ye Jia's waist, took a step back, his scarlet eyes lowered slightly, and his eyes fell on the gray box held in Ye Jia's hand.

This sentence immediately drew everyone's attention back.

They all straightened their expressions and fixed their eyes on the box in Ye Jia's hand.

Ye Jia glanced at Ji Xuan with some surprise.

He really didn't expect that the other party's bad temper would actually help him out at this juncture.

Unexpectedly, Ji Xuan was extremely keenly aware of his gaze, raised his eyes and looked towards Ye Jia, with a faint smile on his lips, the deep and dark eyes were full of blood, not too tight Mouth slowly:

"You owe me."

Ye Jia: "..."

Sure enough, it was still very bad.

The other three gathered around at this moment, and their eyes fell on the box in Ye Jia's hand - Ye Jia had already expressed the importance of the contents of this box very clearly, so they couldn't help but get nervous.

Wei Yue raised his eyes, his slightly vigilant cold eyes fixed on Ji Xuan who was standing aside for a few seconds.

Although she didn't believe the ghost in front of her at all, she had to say that he did help them just now, and now there were more important things that needed their attention.

Wei Yuechu turned to look at Ye Jia, took a deep breath, and said slowly:

"Open it."

"Ah."

Ye Jia responded in a low voice, then stretched out his hand, gently pressed the cover and pushed it up.

It was not locked and opened very easily.

Everyone poked their heads over and looked into the box.

— There is another box in the box.

Ye Jia: "..."

Everyone also fell into silence: "..."

"Hey, hey, hey!" His angry eyebrows flew into the sky, and he raised his voice and shouted, "Is this ghost sick?!"

Chen Qingye pushed his glasses, and said slowly:

"This time we have a rare consensus."

Ye Jia reached out and took out the small box, put it in his palm and looked at it.

It's a smooth, square cube without any keyholes or gaps, but you can hear something inside when you shake it.

Wei Yue asked: "What about the ghost? Since it can spit out the location of this box, it can also ask how to open it from its mouth."

Ye Jia took a deep breath and said, "This... I'm afraid it's a bit difficult."

——It has been such a long time, the puppeteer may have made it into a puppet.

With a glimmer of expectation, Ye Jia turned to look at Ji Xuan.

The man shrugged, indicating that he was right.

Ye Jia: "..."

Wei Yue frowned: "What's wrong?"

Ye Jia raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose with a tired face: "The corpse is destroyed."

Wei Yuechu: "..." What a scary man.

"However..." Ye Jia looked at the small gray box, narrowed his eyes slightly, the cold light on his fingertips was solid, reflecting the cold moonlight.

"You can always try brute-force unboxing," he said.

However, before Ye Jia could do anything, Chen Qingye suddenly said, "Hey!"

He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, leaned over to the small box in Ye Jia's palm, and frowned: "What is this?"

Chen Qingye pointed to one of the corners on the surface of the box, and said:

"It seems a bit familiar."

Ye Jia was slightly taken aback.

He turned the small box over, turned the side facing Chen Qingye up, and looked in the direction of the other's finger.

There is a very shallow intaglio pattern there, almost impossible to detect if the moonlight is not at the right angle.

Wei Yue also came over.

She looked carefully at the angle and frowned: "It seems a little familiar."

She looked at Ye Jia: "Have you seen it?"

Ye Jia's eyes sank slightly.

His fingertips lightly brushed the uneven surface of the box, and the cold moonlight was reflected in the bottom of his amber eyes, and he said softly:

"of course."

Ye Jia's voice was calm: "This is the sign of the Supernatural Administration."

Everyone was stunned and looked up at Ye Jia.

what……? !

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Five minutes later, Ye Jia patted the embers of the paper in his palm, turned around and walked over.

"How is it?" Wei Yue hurriedly asked.

Ye Jia closed his eyes slightly, shook his head, and said, "Wu Su has never seen a box like this."

Chen Qingye rationally analyzed: "This is normal, after all, he has not been in the Supernatural Administration for a long time, and the information he knows is limited..."

time……?

Ye Jia was taken aback.

He took out his mobile phone, pointed one side of the box at the moonlight, found a good angle to take a picture, and then only intercepted the corner with the logo, and sent it to someone on WeChat.

Not long after, his cell phone rang.

As soon as it was connected, a deafening loud voice came from the other side of the microphone. There was no one around, and it sounded very clear: "What the hell are you sending people at night?! When everyone else Don't you sleep?"

Ye Jia calmly held the phone away from his ear.

He said, "Minister, do you recognize this sign?"

Liu Zhaocheng sounded a little unbelievable:

"Ye Jia, have you been in the administration for so many years in vain? You don't even recognize the logo of your own department?"

"I still know each other, but..." Ye Jia coughed and said, "Isn't it, it's a little different from our current official logo, so I'll ask you... to see if you have any impression .”

He noticed just now that although this is indeed the logo of the Supernatural Administration, there is a subtle difference in the details.

There was no sound on the phone.

Ye Jia waited patiently.

One minute later, Liu Zhaocheng's voice sounded again: "Oh... this, this is the old logo of the Administration."

There is a play.

Ye Jia asked: "How to say?"

"About more than 30 years ago, the administration was reorganized once." Liu Zhaocheng said: "They used this thing in the past, and then it was abolished."

30+ years ago...?

Ye Jia frowned slightly: "Reorganization? Why reorganization?"

Liu Zhaocheng: "I don't know. At that time, I had just joined the management bureau not long ago. I was just a low-level employee like you. How could I know what the people above them were doing? Anyway, the high-level staff seemed to be a big change. In the first wave, the overall mechanism has also been reformed a lot, and after more than ten years of development, it has gradually become what it is now."

He asked, "Why are you asking this?"

Ye Jia replied: "It's nothing... just seeing an old thing that might be the Administration Bureau, and I'm just a little curious."

"Old things? What old things?" Liu Zhaocheng said, "Show me the whole picture."

Ye Jia struggled for a long time, and with the help of Chen Qingye, he finally figured out how to send the photos without hanging up the phone.

The other side pondered for a while, then said: "This, I know."

Ye Jia cheered up: "You say."

Liu Zhaocheng's voice came from the microphone: "This is a technique developed a long time ago. It is used by the Administration to preserve top-secret and high-risk props. If it is forcibly destroyed, it will be destroyed with the contents inside." .”

Ye Jia was startled.

Fortunately, he didn't forcefully cut the box according to the original plan, otherwise their previous hard work would have been in vain.

Liu Zhaocheng continued: "However, this thing is rare now because it is not very practical. So after the reorganization of the management bureau, it has never been produced again. Where did you get it?"

Ye Jia's eyes sank slightly, and instead of answering the other party's question, he continued to ask:

"Then do you know how it should be opened?"

"I'm not quite sure about this." Liu Zhaocheng said, "However, in the capital, the headquarters of the Occult Administration seems to still keep a lot of files and objects before the reorganization. You can contact the people there to ask. ..."

Coincidentally, they are in the capital right now.

Ye Jia: "Okay, thank you."

But before he hung up the phone, Liu Zhaocheng's suspicious voice came from the microphone:

"Shouldn't you get involved in something bad again?"

Ye Jia repeatedly denied: "No! How is it possible!"

Liu Zhaocheng snorted coldly: "Come back quickly, there is still a lot of business here in M ​​city, if you can't finish your year-end bonus, do you still want it!"

The phone hangs up.

On the side, Blast folded his arms, frowned and looked at Ye Jia, his tone was extremely bad:

"Hey, I said you...you just let him talk to you like this?"

The surroundings are so quiet, even if they don't want to eavesdrop, they can't help but hear each other's voices—although they have known for a long time that Ace's hidden identity is a small employee of the Supernatural Administration, but after hearing his boss so rudely Talking to him still makes people feel uncomfortable.

Obviously, several other people have the same idea as him.

"That's right!" Wei Yue jumped to Ye Jia's side and said angrily.

She is the person who has been in the administration for the longest time among the few people. Before she knew that Ye Jia was ace, she had already witnessed the scene where Minister Liu made things difficult for Ye Jia several times. At that time, she didn't feel anything. But now that he knew that the other party was actually targeting his male god, the anger suddenly came up.

A particularly harmless smile appeared on Wei Yue's face, looking like an innocent and lovely girl:

"If it's not convenient for you to make a move, I don't mind teaching him a little lesson..."

Chen Qingye was thoughtful: "Is he afraid of bugs?"

"Wait, wait!" Ye Jia had a headache, and hurriedly interrupted their plan to teach Liu Zhaocheng a "little lesson": "Are you all free?"

Wei Yue touched the back of his head and said shyly:

"It doesn't mean now, that is, after returning to City M——"

"Actually, Director Liu is just a bad guy." Ye Jia sighed.

His eyes are slightly lowered:

"You returned to the real world with those raging ghosts after the game crashed, but... when I came back, it was still an ordinary world."

Memories that have been dusty for a long time are flooded.

At that time, there was only one word to describe him——

at a loss.

Too bright lights, too dense crowd, too calm environment.

And Ye Jia, who has lived in the cruel environment of the game for many years, is so out of place here.

At that time, even a passing car would arouse his instinctive vigilance and hostility. He almost exhausted all his self-control not to cut it down with a knife. Every night he would be suddenly shaken. Awakened by the passing lights, or the sound from the distance of the city, covered in cold sweat, grasping the weapon, subconsciously preparing to fight - he seems to have really left the game, but it seems like he has never left.

You know, although Ye Jia has always been at the top of the standings, he is still tens of thousands of points away from being able to leave the game directly.

After killing Ji Xuan, the game judged that Ye Jia killed a high-level ghost, and his points immediately soared, which made him get the ticket to return to the real world.

Therefore, before leaving the game, the last thing Ye Jia experienced was Ji Xuan's betrayal.

The impact of this incident lasted until Ye Jia returned to the real world.

The game turned into a nightmare, haunting him non-stop, whispering in his ear.

Plus, the real world isn't what it used to be.

The identity of "Ye Jia" has been missing for a long time, and he has long been considered dead. The place where he once lived has also been auctioned off. The things in his hometown are different, and there are no traces of his past. , living alone in the world, like duckweed with no home to return to.

Even games feel more at home than the real world.

until--

The emergence of a bad guy.

Ye Jia looked up at the three people in front of him and shrugged: "The ID card he asked someone to reissue for me was also the job he gave me, even the guarantor of the apartment I rented, and the first three He still pays the monthly rent.”

As for the reason, it is so simple that it is ridiculous.

According to Liu Zhaocheng himself, it was because the logistics department of the Occult Administration Bureau was really short of people, and he was on a whim, so he made a mistake and recruited an employee who could only eat for nothing and fish every day.

However, before joining the Occult Administration, Ye Jia also did a little investigation in this regard.

He was very vigilant, after all, there would be such unconditional kindness in this world—so Ye Jia checked Liu Zhaocheng's file in the police station.

Five years ago, Liu Zhaocheng's only son died in a riot by a b-level ghost. At that time, he happened to be the same age as Ye Jia in the real world.

Then, Ye Jia chose to accept his kindness and became a logistics employee in the investigation bureau.

Although Liu Zhaocheng had a loud voice and bad temper, and deducted his salary every day, Ye Jia was always very tolerant towards him.

In this day and age, there are really not many good people like this.

"Hey...is it like this?" Wei Yue scratched his head, "I didn't expect that uncle Mediterranean to be quite nice."

Chen Qingye: "Yes, although I don't have much hair, I have a good heart."

Blast was thoughtful: "I seem to know that there is a brand of shampoo that has hair growth function..."

Ye Jia: "..."

Hey, hey, your focus has shifted! ! ! !

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and pressed his temple, and said, "Stop, stop, is it time to talk about long hair?"

With Ye Jia's efforts, this off-track topic was successfully brought back on track.

Wei Yue lowered his eyes, glanced at the compact box in Ye Jia's hand, and asked, "Then what are you going to do now?"

Chen Qingye: "Contact Wu Su, hasn't he worked in the capital for a while? Maybe there will be relevant clues..."

Ye Jia lowered his head, carefully looked at the small box in his hand, and suddenly said:

"But we're in the capital right now, aren't we?"

Chen Qingye was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Ye Jia raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day, why not visit the headquarters together today."

"But..." Chen Qingye frowned: "Now it's late at night..."

Blast interrupted him impatiently: "Oh, why are you acting like a little old man, why do you obey so many rules? Why can't you do it at night?"

"And...don't you understand?"

He chuckled, the same flames as his hair color ignited in his eyes, and he said excitedly:

"We're going to trespass this time!"

Occult Authority headquarters.

Compared with the branch in M ​​city with the sign of garbage recycling, the headquarters looks much more magnificent, at least it is an entire building.

Since the Hyakki Night Walk, the existence of the Occult Authority has been made public, so that cover-up title has been removed and replaced with its serious brand, and on that brand, it is engraved with the box Similar sign.

Although it is already late at night, there are still lights on several floors of the Administration Bureau building. After all, night is the time when most ghosts and monsters are active. Therefore, the Supernatural Administration must keep employees on night shift.

Since the headquarters of the Administration Bureau is too large, they agreed to split up and search for the material room that Liu Zhaocheng said was where the materials and items before the reorganization of the Administration Bureau were kept.

but--

"..." Ye Jia took a deep breath: "Do you not understand the four words "separate action?"

Ji Xuan stood behind Ye Jia not far or near, with a calm look on his face, he said without changing his face: "I just happened to choose the same road as you, don't think too much about it."

Ye Jia: "..."

Don't think too much about me.

Ji Xuan quickened his pace and stood side by side with Ye Jia. He turned his head slightly, his scarlet eyes shone with a strange glimmer in the dark corridor:

"You didn't tell the other three people why you chose to come at night, did you?"

Ye Jia paused slightly.

He resumed his original pace, and asked calmly, "Oh? You do understand me."

There was a hint of a smile on Ji Xuan's lips, and he approached again intimately, with a low voice:

"Of course, I am the person who knows my brother best in the world."

Ye Jia glanced at him coolly: "This is why you tried to transform me into a ghost in the game?"

Ji Xuan: "..."

His pace subconsciously stopped, and Ye Jia immediately threw him behind him.

Ji Xuan hastened a few steps, he chased after Ye Jia, and hastily apologized:

"Brother, I was wrong..."

Ye Jia ignored him.

At this moment, he felt his sleeves drop slightly.

Ye Jia turned his head to look, and saw the little boy with black hair and red eyes stretched out his pale fingers, carefully grabbed his sleeve, and acted pitifully:

"Brother, I really know I was wrong."

He is quite skilled in this regard.

Ye Jia frowned and said, "I don't want to eat this."

However, Ji Xuan keenly noticed that the other party's tone softened imperceptibly.

——What nonsense, you obviously eat this set.

The little boy took a few steps forward, using his cold and slender fingers to grab the young man's palm hanging by his side, entangled with the other's fingers.

He raised his eyes, looked at Ye Jia with those wet red pupils, and softly shouted:

"elder brother……"

Ye Jia's brows jumped: "You change back for me!"

Ji Xuan: "I don't want it."

"Change back!"

"No."

Ye Jia: "..."

This conversation is all too familiar.

He took a deep breath and gave up entanglement with the other party in this regard.

Ye Jia turned serious, changed the subject, and said, "But you are right about one thing."

He lowered his eyes, and a dark, cold light flashed in the depths of his light-colored pupils: "I really didn't tell the three of them the real reason why I chose to come here at night."

According to Liu Zhaocheng, this equipment was basically discontinued before the reorganization, and it is rare now.

Ye Jia didn't know where the white bone ghost came from.

It may be theft, or even open robbery, it is possible.

After all, just because it's rare doesn't mean it doesn't exist. As a lord-level high-level ghost, it has many methods. There may be ghosts in the administration, so it's not unusual to get it.

But... What Ye Jia was worried about was another possibility that he didn't want to think about.

And that reorganization that happened decades ago... Could it have something to do with the mother?

The other three have never been in contact with the existence of games in the past, but Ye Jia is different.

He still clearly remembers that on that thunderstorm night, his father repeatedly stabbed his mother's cold body with the knife in his hand, and chopped her flesh and internal organs into rotten mud. He stared at Ye Jia standing at the door with crazy eyes, and stumbled towards him—exactly the same as the man he saw in the residential building.

And that was 15 years before he was pulled into the game, which happened to coincide with the reorganization of the Authority.

Ye Jia pursed her lips, seeming to be lost in her own thoughts.

Suddenly, he felt that the small hand holding his palm grew bigger at some point, and was replaced by a man's slender and cold fingers.

Ye Jia raised his head in astonishment and looked at the other party.

Ji Xuan smiled slightly at him: "I know where the place you are looking for is?"

Ye Jia was taken aback: "What?"

The smile on Ji Xuan's lips deepened: "What? Are you still not allowed to hide a few ghosts in your organization?"

Ye Jia: "..."

Your attitude is too straightforward, right?

The man's hand tightened slightly, and in the next second, Ye Jia only felt a blur in front of his eyes.

He stood in a huge storage room, densely piled up with thick materials that could reach the ceiling, and there was a decayed and stale smell inside.

Ye Jia saw that in a corner of the storage room, there was a small table with several grooves of different sizes.

The size of one of the grooves...is exactly the same size as the box Ye Jia is holding now.

Ye Jia looked down at the box in his hand, his eyes were inexplicable.

He raised his hand tentatively and put the box into the groove.

Strictly fit.

There was only a slight "click", and twisted lines appeared on the small metal box, and then——slowly opened.

A strong smell of blood escaped.

Ye Jia held his breath slightly and took a step forward.

I saw that the box was filled with viscous blood.

In the blood, there are two complete eyeballs floating, the pupils are pitch black, the whites of the eyes are clean, and the complete optic nerve is connected behind them, floating up and down in the small box filled with blood, looking extraordinarily terrifying.

Ye Jia was slightly taken aback.

eyeball?

Why eyeballs?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Ye Jia's mind like lightning, his eyes widened slightly, and he forgot to breathe for a moment - it seemed that all the clues were connected here.

The woman who had her heart ripped out and her heart chopped up by her crazy husband.

Those skins that were completely peeled off.

And... the box containing things in the dream maker's warehouse.

He thought of the gigantic scarlet sarcoma writhing in Ji Xuan's memory.

Ji Xuan once said, "The king is the agent of the mother".

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

At this moment, Ye Jia finally knew the mission that the mother gave to her children.

——She wants to piece together a body for herself.