After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

Ye Jia opened the cover of the notebook.

It looks old, and the specially treated paper has a weird blue color, making the writing on it more clear.

There was a line of small characters crookedly written on the title page, which had been blurred under the erosion of the years, and the content could barely be made out.

Happy Father's Day.

The font is immature, but every stroke is extremely serious.

Ye Jia's eyes stayed on that line of words for a moment, the movements in his hands paused slightly, and then he quickly turned the page over.

Sitting beside him, Ji Xuan half-closed his scarlet eyes, staring thoughtfully at the young man in front of him.

Ye Jiazai carefully flipped through the contents of the notebook.

This seems to be a diary, the dates on it are not continuous, and the length of each diary is different, but the content in it is very similar, and the records are some daily trivial matters, which seem to be random notes written by an old man like.

Until Ye Jia finished flipping through the whole book, he couldn't find any useful information.

"How is it?" Ji Xuan asked at the right time.

Ye Jia shook his head and frowned slightly: "There is nothing."

Should not be ah.

A notebook that has been treated with special anti-corrosion, hidden in the sarcoma parasitized limb of the former director, and carefully preserved, does not contain any information related to the door.

Just because it is a gift from my daughter to myself?

Ye Jia flipped through the notebook again, and the pages full of words made a rattling sound, blanks and blanks, words and words interspersed with each other, passing quickly before his eyes.

……and many more.

Ye Jia's eyes widened.

It's not that there is no information in it, but... it has been encrypted.

His back straightened slightly involuntarily, his eyes fixed on the small black book in front of him, and his energy was extremely concentrated.

After so many years of experience in the game copy, Ye Jia is no stranger to this kind of encryption and decoding. Generally speaking, if you want to decipher this kind of password, you need a string of key characters, that is, the key. If there is no key Decoding under the circumstances, it is like finding a needle in a haystack, almost impossible...

Ye Jia seemed to think of something suddenly, and was slightly taken aback.

He slowly turned the book to the title page.

——Happy Father's Day.

On the light blue paper, the crooked and small characters are very clear.

What is the former director-his grandfather, what regrets the most?

Driven by ambition, he opened the door and killed his daughter.

So... what would the key be?

Ye Jia gently caressed the title page with his fingers, a puzzled look flickered in his scarlet eyes.

He turned to look at Ji Xuan: "Paper and pen, do you have any?"

Ji Xuan nodded, lightly hooked his pale fingers, and the paper and pen flew over from one of the rooms not far away, floating in front of Ye Jia.

Ye Jia said thank you, and then began to scribble at the desk, trying one by one.

— Mother's name.

No.

— Mother's birthday.

No.

——The anniversary of my mother's death.

Not really.

Ye Jia was a little stuck, he raised his head, looked at the densely packed four or five pages of paper in front of him, and frowned with some headache.

If these are not keys, what are they?

Ji Xuan, who looked like a child, bent down beside him, twisted a piece of paper with his fingers, frowned and looked at it: "What is this?"

Ye Jia pulled the piece of paper back from his hand: "Decode."

He pointed to the small notebook: "I think the former director encrypted the contents of his notebook for the purpose of..."

Ye Jia froze suddenly.

purpose.

What is the purpose?To hide it from mother?

This little book was hidden in Qi Shengze's body. If it recorded the method of closing the door, as long as the mother discovered the existence of this notebook, she would not need to decode the contents, but just destroy it.

Then, this password is not against ghosts, but against people.

yes……

If Qi Sheng had already figured out how to close the door, if he had the time to write it down, wouldn't it be good to tell the management directly?

But he chose to encrypt and write what he had researched in a notebook, and hid it in his body—you know, the door hadn't been opened at that time, and the game hadn't even been born yet.

Ye Jia's fingers slowly tightened, and the fingertips turned white due to the force.

——The water of the Occult Administration is probably deeper than he imagined.

In this case, though, at least the scope of the key is reduced.

It cannot be public information. Names, dates of death, and birthdays are all too conspicuous. If the defense is the authority, then it is completely meaningless to use these things as keys.

What could it be?

Ye Jia lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the title page of the notebook, he raised his hand, and gently stroked the smooth paper with his fingertips.

In an instant, it was like a bright lightning flashing through the dark night sky, and long-forgotten memories flashed in his mind without warning, like gravel rolled up by a torrent——

He was slightly taken aback, and his fingertips stayed on "Father's Day" for a moment.

In Ye Jia's memory, the relationship between his mother and her father didn't seem to be good. He had never met his grandfather, and he rarely heard of the existence of this person from his mother.

The only time she talked to him about her father was on a certain night.

Ye Jia couldn't recall the cause and effect, but could only remember a broken scene.

The elegant woman's head hangs slightly, her smooth side face is illuminated by the light, she seems to be immersed in memories, her voice is gentle, she narrates in the dark and safe night, she said: "My father is a very busy man. Man, he almost never comes home, I always missed him when I was a kid, so every Father's Day, I would prepare a gift for someone to bring to his unit...but he never called me back a single call , and never showed up, it lasted for two or three years, so I gave up, and when I grew up, I discovered..."

She laughed:

"It turns out that the date of Father's Day changes every year, and I only remember the specific time when I was four years old, so none of the gifts I sent over there arrived on the correct date, so those packages were all regarded as by his unit. I stopped it as a prank, but in fact he never received my gift."

At that time, Ye Jia, who was still young, raised his head and stared at his mother's face ignorantly.

There was no unnecessary expression on the woman's face, but it just gave him a very sad feeling - this kind of sadness left a deep impression on Ye Jia.

Coupled with the shock left by his mother's death in front of him, every frame of memory between Ye Jia and his mother became precious.

So although a long time has passed, he can still recall it now.

Mother... when I was four years old, the date of Father's Day.

Ye Jia was stunned for a moment, took out his phone and flipped through the calendar on it.

Using the year, month, and day as the key, he began to decode the notebook in front of him.

10 minute later.

Ye Jia straightened up slowly, staring at the paper full of words scattered on the ground in front of him, with a strange gleam in his eyes.

...it worked.

The contents of the first few sentences of the notebook were successfully deciphered, which means that the key is correct.

In fact, this matter itself...represents a lot of information.

The purpose of creating ciphertext is twofold, not only to prevent people from knowing its content, but also to allow the correct person to interpret it.

This date, only the mother himself knows.

At the time of writing this diary, she and her husband have been confirmed dead.

The only remaining immediate family, then, is...

himself.

Ye Jia's lips were tightly pursed, and his pupils shrank slightly.

Without him, it is impossible to unravel this diary, which means——

From the moment his grandfather was imprisoned, he knew very well that Ye Jia, who was still young at that time, played an irreplaceable important role in the whole incident.

Ye Jia will definitely live to that moment, and see this diary.

This is... written just for him.

The truth of the matter seems to have begun to slowly unfold in front of him.

Ye Jia felt his fingertips trembling slightly, he didn't know if it was because of excitement or fear, or both.

He took a deep breath, lowered his eyes, and began to continue his unfinished work.

·

Blast hid his aura, chased the burly ghost, and continued to move forward along the underground tunnel.

The underground passage is meandering, and the soil layers on both sides have traces of new excavations, extending in all directions.

The further Blast moved forward, the more frightened he became, and he almost began to wonder if the underground of City M had been hollowed out.

A glimmer of light appeared on the top of the soil layer not far away.

The sound of heavy objects falling rang above the head, and the gravel and dust above the head fell down, making a fine sound in the empty passage.

Blast lowered his body slightly, and looked towards the direction through which a thin layer of light passed.

Countless pale and distorted limbs appeared in his field of vision, and layers of corpses were piled up, with almost no end in sight, making it almost impossible for Blast to tell how many dead bodies there were outside.

There was a clang of chains clashing against each other.

Countless souls were pulled out of the corpses.

Under the shroud of the extraordinarily thick Yin Qi around them, those souls that were originally thin and scattered were dyed a gray-black color, and they were forcibly urged into ghosts.

One by one, they were thrown into the underground passage. They wailed miserably and called for help in pain. They were whipped by the spiked whip in the hands of the ghost, and walked to the distance with difficulty.

Under the coercion of the ghost, the new group of ghosts continued to dig deeper.

The purpose should still be to dig that kind of black liquid full of malice.

Blast took a fixed look at the howling soul not far away, gritted his teeth heavily, tightened his knuckles slightly, and made a rattling sound of bones rubbing against each other.

Although he really wanted to do something, but...

Although lacking in resourcefulness, Blast is still very wise in combat. He is very clear that he is now in the enemy's camp, and acting rashly can only lead to death fearlessly.

At this time, there was a faint voice of conversation coming from the tunnel above the head, most of the content could not be heard clearly, but Blast keenly captured a few key words from it:

"...Direct line, ace..."

He was slightly startled, and looked up in the direction of the sound.

Are those ghosts talking about aces?

Blast turned his head, took a last look at those tortured souls, then turned around and jumped out of the cave as if making up his mind.

His movements were light and his figure was flexible, and he hardly made the slightest sound when he landed.

This is already in the city of m.

The sky was even darker than outside the city, and the top of the head was shrouded in red and black, giving people a sense of oppression that could not be breathed.

The surroundings are full of ruins of buildings, and there is a high mountain of corpses piled up not far away. Against the gloomy background, it looks like a huge pale monster.

Blast turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, and saw two ghosts walking towards the city center one after the other.

He followed secretly, and listened carefully at a distance not too far away.

The two seemed to be chatting about the digging of underground tunnels and the living people being sent from all directions.

"...One thousand two hundred came from the east, and they have all been thrown in."

"How many people are needed to dig out all the springs?"

"I don't know, it's tens of thousands." The ghost replied indifferently: "It's not something we should worry about, just take care of your own affairs."

The ghost with a jelly-like body and four or five faces on its head flinched:

"But...but..."

"But what?"

"The direct lineage is really scary..." It was trembling visibly, four or five of its faces had frowning expressions at the same time: "I really think I will be killed..."

"Then just try to keep yourself from being killed." The other ghost's attitude was very indifferent, as if it didn't care about the safety of its companions at all: "Anyway, you just need to get through this month."

"A month?" The jelly monster squirmed and hurriedly followed: "After a month, can I not be responsible for sending them messages?"

"Hey hey." The ghost smiled darkly twice: "Yes."

"After a month... Mother doesn't need them anymore."

……unnecessary?

What do you mean?

Blast's eyes widened, his breath changed slightly.

Before he could figure out these joints in his mind, he saw that the two ghosts in front seemed to have suddenly sensed something, turned their heads suddenly, and the countless pairs of eyes radiated malicious light: "Who?!"

Oops.

Blast froze.

His level of concealment is not high, and it's okay to deceive the dull ghost below. Once he encounters a sharper high-level ghost, the possibility of being discovered is very high.

Blast backed away hastily, avoiding one of the sharp claws attacking him, then turned around and fled towards the ruins.

Sweat dripped from his brow.

- You have to get out of here quickly.

·

There was a particularly noisy sound outside the window.

Ye Jia was pulled out of the state of extreme concentration by the strange noise, he frowned slightly, and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound:

"What happened?"

Ji Xuan stepped towards the window, narrowed his scarlet sharp eyes slightly, and said in a childish voice:

"It seems that an outsider broke in."

outsider?

Ye Jia was taken aback.

A few familiar faces suddenly flashed in his mind.

With the ability to come to such a deep place, and so reckless... I am afraid that there is only one person.

Ye Jiateng stood up, a few sheets of paper that were not fully written on his knees fluttered down, and he frowned: "I'll go and have a look."

Ji Xuan turned around and walked to his side: "No."

Ye Jia was taken aback: "Huh?"

Ji Xuan looked at Ye Jia: "If you come forward, it is too easy to attract the attention of other ghosts, and it is easy to attract mother's suspicion."

He took Ye Jia's hand and pressed him firmly on the sofa: "I'll just go."

Ye Jia frowned even tighter: "But..."

Ji Xuan: "Don't worry, my mother is not in the city now, and if anything happens, the chess pieces I put in my mother's hands can also come in handy."

Ye Jia pondered for a few seconds, then heaved a sigh of relief: "...Okay."

"But..." Ji Xuan changed the subject.

He narrowed his dark red eyes slightly, with a sly light shining in his eyes: "It's still very dangerous."

Ye Jia frowned: "Indeed, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the little boy in front of him.

The other party looked up at Ye Jia pitifully with a pale and pretty face.

He raised his finger, tapped his cheek, and said in a childish voice, "Lucky kiss, okay?"

Ye Jia: "..."

As expected of you.

Ji Xuan: "Brother, you still owe me hugs all night, remember?"

Ye Jia: "..."

It seems that there is such a thing.

When he was in the capital, he was interrupted by the news from the puppeteer before he could finish the time.

Ji Xuan: "There is also a good night kiss..."

Ye Jia: "I didn't promise a good night kiss!"

Ji Xuan nodded his cheek again, and said obediently: "You kissed me this time, and I won't ask you to kiss me goodnight."

Ye Jia: "........."

He took a deep breath, helplessly raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, then bent down, briefly and quickly touched the other person's cheek.

The moment his lips were about to touch the opponent's cheek, the opponent suddenly turned his face.

Ye Jia didn't react, and a soft and cold touch came from his lips.

He shuddered and threw himself backwards.

The sudden movement made him lose his balance, and in the next second, a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist,

The eyes of the man close at hand were slightly deep, his thin lips were slightly raised, and his voice was low and hoarse:

"Brother be careful."

Even though he had become a bodyless ghost, Ye Jia still felt a strange burning sensation spreading from his lips, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Ji Xuan accepts it when he sees it well.

In case the other party made trouble, he walked towards the door in three steps at a time. Before leaving, he turned his head and smiled at Ye Jia:

"I'll be right back."

When Ye Jia came back to his senses, the figure of the other party had disappeared.

Ye Jia: "........."

Here we go again! !

day!

He sat down again with a gloomy face, bent down and picked up the few pieces of paper that had just been touched on the ground, and then continued to decode.

However, the tip of the pen hanging in the air did not fall for a long time.

The original rustling sound of writing disappeared completely in the room, replaced by a dead silence.

After a long time, Ye Jia raised his hand expressionlessly, rubbed his lips with the back of his hand, a pair of scarlet eyes gleamed with a vicious look.

When Ji Xuan comes back, let's beat him up first.

·

Blast gasped heavily.

Behind him was an alley full of ruins, not far away was a collapsed tall building, and there was nowhere to retreat.

Blast gritted his teeth and jumped towards the high place, but before he could climb out a few steps, he saw traces of several ghosts appearing on the broken concrete stone slab above his head.

He fought reflexively.

The scorching flames crackled and burned in the air, and they were extraordinarily dazzling under the dark sky.

All the ghosts touched by the flames uttered shrill screams, and the flames wrapped around them as if they were sane, and burned them to ashes in an instant.

However, more ghosts crawled out from behind, baring their teeth and claws, and rushed towards the blast with all their eyes.

He was forced to retreat.

A ferocious roar of excitement came from behind.

Blast was startled in his heart, and turned his head to look behind him—his back and front were tightly surrounded, and there was no possibility of breaking out of the encirclement at all.

Then...

Fight.

Blast's eyes shone with raging fire, his lips twisted slightly, showing a smile full of fighting spirit, and a cluster of fiercely burning flames rose from his palm.

More ghosts rushed over.

At this moment, a man's low and lazy voice came from not far away: "I said what are you arguing about?"

Both Li Gui and Blast paused, turning their heads to look in the direction of the sound.

The tall and straight man stood tall on the top of the ruins, his facial features were cold and deep, his scarlet eyes slightly narrowed with evil intentions, his thin sharp lips were hooked, and he said unhurriedly:

"It's just a bug, you guys have spent so long and haven't caught it..."

Blast's pupils suddenly constricted.

——Ji Xuan!

He clenched his teeth tightly, making a rattling sound as his teeth rubbed against each other. His eyes were fixed on the man standing in the distance, as if he wanted to tear the man apart.

"Shame." The man not far away looked down at them.

Those cold and dark eyes are indifferent and cold that does not belong to human beings, as if they are staring at the dust and grass under their feet.

"Ahhhhhhhh——" Blast let out a hoarse cry, the flame in his palm rose several feet, and his whole body was filled with hatred and anger that could almost burn the opponent, and rushed straight towards Ji Xuan.

In the next second, a sea of ​​scarlet blood rose up suddenly, surging and churning in the air without warning, as if a monster opened its huge buttocks and devoured the opponent violently.

In an instant, the audience was dead silent.

All the ghosts stared blankly at Ji Xuan not far away.

Ji Xuan smiled slightly: "You guys have quarreled with brother."

In the next second, a sea of ​​blood swept from all directions, swallowing all the ghosts in the audience in the blink of an eye.

The man glanced at the empty place without interest, turned around, and the slender figure dissipated into the air little by little.

·

It hurts...it hurts.

His whole body seemed to have been disassembled and reassembled, and he felt a heavy suffocation on his chest, which made him unable to breathe at all.

It was pitch black.

Am I... dead?

The heaviness in his chest suddenly disappeared, dry and cold air poured into his throat, scratching his trachea and lungs like a knife, the thick smell of blood filled his mouth and nose, and his dizziness felt like a stone that suddenly collapsed crushed him in it.

Blast coughed hoarsely.

"Hey... hello!"

A familiar voice came from afar, sounding anxious.

Warm and soft hands patted his back lightly, allowing blast's breath to slowly flow down.

He opened his eyes with some difficulty.

In the blurry, shadowy field of vision, he saw the girl lower her head, frowning slightly, watching him with concern:

"Hey, are you okay?"

It's...Wei Yuechu.

Having been pierced through the chest by ace's sickle, Wei Yue died in the dark and uninhabited abyss.

The girl patted his cheek: "Are you awake?"

Blast was a little dazed.

His mouth moved, and he asked in a daze, "I...have I arrived in heaven?"

Otherwise, why would you see dead people?

Wei Yuechu: "......"

The corners of her mouth twitched, she took a deep breath, and slowly reached out to touch the thick book beside her, which was very painful when she saw it hitting someone.

Heaven your mother's head ah!