After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

According to this logic...

Ye Jia turned to look at the man sitting beside him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his dark red eyes looked dim and inexplicable.

Since the direct blood of the person who opened the door is his own, then the direct blood of the person who made the door can only be——

……

"...Ji Xuan."

"Ji Xuan!"

The deep and majestic voice of the middle-aged man came from the door.

A corner of the door was pushed open, and through the gap, a dark yellow light shone in, falling on the young man's pale face, illuminating his dark eyes.

The young man turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice. His pair of dark and bright eyes were hidden under the long eyelashes, reflecting the glimmer of glass in the darkness. His voice was immature and clean: "Father."

"How did you do your homework today?"

"It's done." The boy replied calmly.

"Have you eaten it all?"

"eaten."

"Very good." The man standing at the door smiled with satisfaction, turned around, and waved behind him.

A serving of food is pushed in.

The boy with dark eyes lowered his head: "Thank you, father."

The door closed again, and the room became dark again.

The boy stood up, walked to the door step by step, squatted down, and picked up the tray.

His feet were bare, and the soles of his feet were stained red with sticky blood, making sticky sounds as he walked.

Severed limbs and pieces of flesh were scattered on the dark and damp ground. Those limbs were distorted blue and white, as if they were turning into black dust at a speed visible to the naked eye, dissipating in the air.

The air was filled with the stench and bloody smell.

The young man's pale cheeks were splashed with a few drops of dark red blood, which slowly slid down his profile, like several deep wounds in the darkness.

He sat on the ground among the broken limbs of the evil spirit, and began to eat without changing his expression.

·

Blast sat on the floor amidst the mess of documents, his brows were furrowed, and his face seemed to be a bit tangled.

He held the phone in his hand, lowered his head, turned it over and said:

"I checked, and the Ji family, who invested in the Supernatural Administration, seemed to have a lot of power four or fifty years ago."

"How to say?" Chen Qingye leaned over, and glanced at the densely packed small characters on the screen of the phone.

Blast scratched his head: "Well, anyway, it seems to be quite rich."

His fingertips slid down, and the black words on the screen flew quickly, all of which were fields that this family had dabbled in before, and they seemed to have made quite a lot of achievements.

"It seems that the ancestors can be traced back a long time ago in City M," Blast said with emotion, "Oldmoney..."

Chen Qingye nodded: "Indeed..."

He frowned slightly: "However, I don't seem to have heard of this family now. What happened to them later? Did they decline?"

"Ah..." Blast was stunned for a moment, and the sliding hand stopped: "Look here."

A wildfire destroyed the Ji family's main house on the outskirts of City M, and it seemed that few people survived.

Blast shook his head, tut tut and said with emotion: "It's a pity, you said where did their family's so much money go?"

"Trust fund, probably." Chen Qingye was not too clear about this aspect, so he guessed an answer casually, and prevaricated: "Then what? Is there anything else to say?"

"Ah..." blast pulled the page to the bottom: "It's gone."

Chen Qingye: "Are there any photos in it?"

blast: "No."

Chen Qingye frowned even tighter: "Let's see if there is any relevant information in the files of the Administration Bureau."

The two of them carefully read all the documents of the authority when it was first established, but apart from the document that stated the source of investment funds, there was no mention of this family in any of them.

Blast was worried: "What should I do?"

Chen Qingye pondered for a while, then stood up: "Maybe, we can ask someone in the know."

"Hey...!" Blast hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, but when he was grabbing, there was a sudden sound of so many bugs hidden in the other party's sleeve, and he hurriedly let go: "But, but , I think we should keep a low profile?"

"Ace once trusted him, so we should do the same." Chen Qingye turned to look at blast: "Or, do you have any better ideas?"

Blast: "...Okay."

He sighed listlessly, scratched the back of his head with fiery red hair, and stood up.

I always feel... Keeping secrets is really not his strong point.

·

"...Ji's family?" Liu Zhaocheng was taken aback, "Why are you asking this?"

"It's just that when I was sorting out the information, I found some unfamiliar words." Chen Qingye replied without changing his face: "Because Ye Jia once asked you about the reorganization of the administration, I think you should It can answer some of our puzzles."

Liu Zhaocheng raised an eyebrow: "Arranging the materials? It's already this time, what other materials are you going to sort out?"

Chen Qingye: "Routine..."

Blast interrupted him impatiently: "Oh old man, do you know..."

Chen Qingye knocked his head hard with no expression on his face.

"Ouch." Blast covered his forehead, and stopped talking aggrievedly: "Why did you hit me again?"

"Because you owe a beating." Chen Qingye said calmly.

He turned his head and looked at Liu Zhaocheng, who was beside him, and said, "I just saw this name on the relevant materials of the establishment of the administration, and I was a little confused."

"Hmm." Liu Zhaocheng touched his bald head: "I have only been in the administration for about [-] years, and I am not very clear about the establishment of it..."

blast: "Look, I said it's useless to ask this old man..."

"But," Liu Zhaocheng's voice interrupted Blast's babble: "I'm a native of M City, and I know some gossip about this family..."

Chen Qingye cheered up: "Like what?"

"First of all, his family is really rich." Liu Zhaocheng narrowed his eyes, as if lost in thought.

"We have known this for a long time, old man." Blast rolled his eyes impolitely: "How can you invest in the Occult Administration without money?"

Liu Zhaocheng glared at him: "Are you listening or not?"

Chen Qingye turned his head and glanced at him indifferently. From his sleeves, the pitch-black Ah Chang poked his head out and waved his pincers threateningly at him.

blast: "..."

hum.

Chen Qingye: "You continue."

Liu Zhaocheng took a deep breath slowly, and said, "Also...their family is all lunatics."

"what?"

The two people in front of them were shocked.

"Crazy?" Chen Qingye frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Liu Zhaocheng: "Literally."

He pulled out a dusty chair and sat down: "In his family, eight out of ten people have been in a mental hospital."

"Speaking of..." Liu Zhaocheng thought for a while, and said, "There was a rumor at the time, which was actually quite nonsense. It seemed that the reason why his family was able to accumulate so much wealth from generation to generation was actually because of the What kind of activities are there with ghosts and gods in private, so there are so many lunatics in the family."

"...a deal?" Chen Qingye was slightly taken aback.

Liu Zhaocheng took out a handkerchief, wiped the greasy sweat from his forehead, and said, "Yes, those things are often rumored among the people. Some people say that his family made a deal with a fox fairy, and others said that it was with ghosts and ghosts. Yes, in short...not a decent fairy."

"What do you think their family invested in the Occult Administration Bureau for?" Chen Qingye asked.

"For what?" Liu Zhaocheng laughed loudly: "Of course it's money."

……

"What's money!" The tall man stood in the room, his voice suddenly raised.

He is no longer young, but his face is very handsome, with sharp edges and corners under the light, with a deep and cold look like a half-blood, and a pair of dark eyes radiate fanatical light in the deep eye sockets, which makes people feel instinctively. Fear and shrinking, he clenched his fists, his handsome face became distorted, looking a bit terrifying: "If this thing is really successful, do you know what we can get?"

"But..." a woman's voice sounded.

"To shut up!"

A crisp slap sounded in the room.

Immediately afterwards, the woman sobbed softly.

outside the window.

The young man leaned his back against the wall and sat quietly in the darkness. He raised his eyes and looked at the starless and moonless sky above his head. The expression in his dark and gloomy eyes was inexplicable.

It was midsummer, but he was wearing long trousers and long sleeves.

Under the loose neckline, we could see welts that were still oozing blood, which seemed to be newly printed, the new and the old overlapped, and it was particularly shocking on the child's fair and delicate skin.

After a long time.

The man opened the door on the other side, and the footsteps gradually faded away.

In the bright room, a woman with a red and swollen cheek covered her face, and big tears fell drop by drop, seeping into the ground.

Suddenly, as if she had noticed something, she turned her head and looked aside.

The boy stood at the dividing line between light and dark, his face was immersed in the shadow, only a pair of bright black eyes penetrated the darkness, quietly looking at the woman in front of him.

"Ah Xuan..." The woman stretched out her hand towards the boy, "Come to Mom."

The boy stood still.

"I know...it's my mother's fault that I entrusted you to your father to take care of you since I was a child." The woman's voice was desolate, choked with sobs: "...you have grown taller."

The boy hesitated for a moment, and walked into the light.

There is no superfluous expression on a pale and beautiful little face, but there is an indifference and maturity that does not match his age.

The woman stood up, walked to him, stretched her arms and embraced the boy:

"you lost weight."

Warm tears fell on the young man's shoulders, making him tremble slightly.

"Your father loves you too, he just didn't show it..." The woman gently pressed a kiss on the boy's cheek: "Trust mom, don't run away from now on."

The boy did not answer.

"...Ah Xuan." The woman called him softly in his ear.

·

"……mysterious?"

Liu Zhaocheng was stunned: "How do I know if there is anyone with this name in his family? You know, he is a rich man, and there are many descendants of the family."

"Okay." Chen Qingye gave up exploring on this issue.

After all, more than 40 years have passed, and it is really impossible for people to remember whether there is a person named Ji Xuan in it.

He changed the direction and continued to ask: "Do you know what happened to the mountain fire later?"

"That..." Liu Zhaocheng thought for a while: "I hadn't entered the management office at the time, I just remembered that the whole house seemed to be on fire, and at night, half of the sky was covered in red."

Blast asked: "Hey, do you know how the fire started?"

Liu Zhaocheng: "It should be a fire..."

He sighed: "Anyway, it was quite miserable at that time. It seemed that the corpses dragged out of it had been burnt beyond human form, and they all turned into coke. It was impossible to tell who was who."

"Is it possible that it was murder or arson?" Blast blinked, raised a hand, and a cluster of flames sprang up from the fingertips.

He chuckled: "Isn't it always done like this in TV dramas?"

After the murder, in order to destroy the body and traces, he simply burned the whole mountain.

Flames danced and burned at blast's fingertips, reflected in his eyes, like a layer of flames surging up.

……

The fire light was reflected in the young man's eyes. Although his face still had no other expression, it looked a bit lively.

"Okay, let's leave together." The woman seemed to have finally made up her mind, and took the boy's hand: "We can live together in other cities, where your father can't find us."

The boy's dark eyes lit up with burning fire.

Under the collar, the welts had long since faded away, leaving only the skin with light brown scars. His stature had grown so high that it was almost at the same level as the woman's chest.

He gave a low "hmm", the corners of his mouth slightly curved, revealing a short smile.

"Mom's private money is hidden nearby, go get it with me," the woman said.

"Okay." The boy nodded.

……

"Where is this?" The boy took a step back slowly.

"who are you?"

Immediately afterwards, the heavy palms of several adults landed on his slender shoulders, forcefully pulling him back.

"...Let me go!" The young man held his mother's palm tightly, clenched his teeth, and his dark eyes shone with a cold and ferocious light like wolf cubs.

The woman raised her hand and grabbed the boy's wrist.

Immediately afterwards, bit by bit, without haste, she pulled her hand out from the other's convulsed fingers.

The boy was taken aback, and several burly men beside him took the opportunity to rush towards him.

The child's teeth were sharp and merciless, and he tore off a piece of flesh from one of the hands in an instant, screaming with blood splashing, the piece of flesh fell into the dust, rolled a few times, touched the hem of the man's boot, stopped down.

"It's just a child, what's the matter with you?" The man's familiar voice sounded above his head, with a gloomy and majestic tone.

The boy looked up.

The man stretched out his hand and embraced the woman's shoulder, and the woman leaned forward with a smile.

The dark pupils suddenly tightened.

The second he was distracted, several other people restrained him together and dragged the struggling young man to the center of the open space.

The red and black lines on the ground were staggered, which looked extraordinarily creepy and terrifying in the dark night. There were several bulges regularly raised under the ground, and scarlet blood spread out from them.

"...Why." The boy's voice was very low, trembling in disbelief.

The man sighed, and turned his head to look at the woman beside him: "When the little devil grows up, he will be difficult to discipline, especially now that his ability is absorbing and growing so fast, we can hardly watch him."

He smiled slightly and placed a kiss on the woman's forehead:

"Thank you for coming back, otherwise we really don't know what to do."

The boy's eyes were fixed on the woman not far away, and a particularly paranoid look flickered in his dark eyes. His voice was suppressed, and he asked word by word:

"why?"

The woman looked back at him and said with a smile, "You are a good boy who is grateful."

In the depths of those dark, gentle eyes, there was an expression exactly the same as that of the man beside him.

—Fanatical, extreme, crazy.

She said: "You must be willing to repay our kindness of nurturing, right?"

Scarlet blood slowly oozes out from under the ground, grabbing the boy's waist like tentacles, pulling him down bit by bit.

The boy didn't struggle, his face was calm.

...was abandoned.

He raised his eyes, looked around at the people around him, and slowly passed over the familiar and ferocious faces, the expressions in his dark eyes were indifferent, and the whispers that could always be heard by his ears became clearer, just It's like sticking to his side and whispering.

The light in the boy's bright eyes faded away.

It was like a dark night, with no stars and no moon, dark and cold.

Brand new things tumbled out under the dark and dirty mud, it was exactly the same look as his parents.

Same paranoia, same madness.

He smiled, and his voice was very low, as if he was talking to an intangible existence:

"it is good."

The wooden box placed aside suddenly began to vibrate violently.

The expressions of excitement and trembling could not be restrained on the faces of both men and women.

A small, shriveled, sarcoma that had been stored for hundreds of years rolled out and fell into the blood winding on the ground.

It soared at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming round and full, as if it had been given life again.

It rolled toward the center of the clearing.

The boy lowered his eyes and held it in his palm.

There was a sound of screaming from a distance, which seemed to be preventing his next move. They screamed and cursed, but they couldn't touch Ji Xuan, whose body was half buried in the sea of ​​blood.

The boy ate the sarcoma bite by bite.

Chewing, swallowing, the scarlet liquid trickled down his lips and dripped into the black and red lines on the ground.

He raised his eyes, and the dark red color spread in the depths of those dark pupils, the scarlet engulfed the darkness, like condensed blood churning at the bottom of the dark eyes.

In the next second, the blood on the ground surged instantly.

As if it had life, it swept towards the people around it, roaring, devouring, chewing, releasing its greedy appetite.

The screams and wild laughter were mixed with everything, resounding through the dark and lightless sky.

Until, everything quieted down.

Everything is eaten.

The teenager smiled.

very nice.

That way we can be together forever.

·

Inside the dark school building.

The crazy voice of ghosts echoed in the cold corridor, and the piercing screams of hunted humans came from a distance, like a razor cutting through the night.

Get used to it, very boring.

The little boy walked slowly along the deserted corridor.

In the darkness in the distance, the thick hair squirmed on the wall, swimming like a snake, chasing the humans ahead.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

The young man in the lead was slender, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his pair of light-colored pupils shone scorchingly in the darkness, like a fire ignited in the abyss somewhere, with a stinging burning sensation.

Very nasty look.

The little boy watched the other party calmly and ran past him.

He looked at the black hair not far away that seemed ready to rush towards him, and narrowed his eyes.

court death.

The snake-like hair flinched, slowing down the speed of pursuit.

In the next second, the little boy felt that his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a strong force, and the other's hot palm was pressed against his cold skin, bringing a temperature that seemed to be able to scald him, and he was stunned. For a moment, turn around and look.

Sweat dripped from the young man's forehead, his eyes were sharp, and his tone was cold:

"What are you doing! Run!"

The little boy was forced to run. He raised his head and fixedly stared at the back of the young man in front of him. A scarlet light flashed in his eyes.

He licked his lips silently.

hungry.

·

"What? Are you soft-hearted again?"

"It's a good thing he's young, there's a lack of a broiler in the team."

The young man's voice came from afar, his tone flat and indifferent.

The figure of the little boy was hidden in the dark, his scarlet pupils were slightly squinted, he raised his head, looking at the sky of Evernight in the game, with the same calm expression.

Do you want to eat or not?

"Follow me, don't leave, if you are in danger because of running around, I can't save you."

The young man lowered his head and warned coldly.

Those light-colored pupils stared at him steadfastly in the darkness like scorching fire. The glass-like pupils reflected the blood color around them, shining with a beautiful luster.

Ji Xuan felt his stomach tightening and convulsing, clamoring for hunger, he nodded obediently.

I really want to know what kind of expressions those players will have when they see what is waiting for them in front of them...

The only pity is that I can't eat the other party myself.

Pity.

Ji Xuan raised his hand to hold his stomach, his lips slightly twisted into a sickly smile.

The glare burst.

The human's warm palm grasped his wrist involuntarily.

——The woman held his wrist tightly, and pulled her hand out little by little.

The young man violently pulled him out.

Ji Xuan raised his eyes.

Hunger surged in his body, endless desire burned his body, and the scarlet and cold tip of his tongue rubbed against the tip of his own teeth.

hungrier.

The little boy raised his face, with a smile on his lips: "Stay with you, don't leave, right?"

"...Yes." The young man was obviously taken aback.

"forever?"

The little boy narrowed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes covering the dark red light in his eyes.

The young man's expression became a bit gentle, he nodded casually, and rubbed the top of the little boy's hair in front of him:

"Correct."

——Let's be together forever, brother.

……

"Brother." Ji Xuan said without warning.

Ye Jia was taken aback: "What?"

"You stared at me for a long time." With a smile on his lips, the man leaned closer: "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Ye Jia withdrew a bit, his eyes flickered slightly: "It's nothing."

"What do you want to ask?" Ji Xuan raised his hand and gently put it on the young man's wrist, his slender and pale fingers tightened slightly, and the smile on his lips deepened:

"I would never lie to my brother."

The wrist in the palm was slender and cold, without any trace of human warmth, it was as pale and warm as jade.

Ji Xuan lowered his eyes and approached unobtrusively.

The scarlet eyes were half closed, and the eyes fell on the face of the young man who was close at hand. His eyes seemed to slide down from the smooth brow bone of the other party, along the tip of the nose, and finally stayed on the light-colored face. On the lips that were slightly pursed because of absent-mindedness.

He licked his lips, the tip of his scarlet tongue swept over his lips, and there was a hint of greed in his eyes.

forever.