After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

Under the deadly night sky, the dry dark blood on the ground reflected the distant night.

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

The atmosphere is particularly strange and embarrassing.

"..."

In fact, Ye Jia regretted it just after he finished speaking.

Oops.

Actually I don’t know how to explain it!

At this moment, Ji Xuan suddenly broke the silence:

"The box can be opened."

As he said, he naturally retracted the hand that was around Ye Jia's waist, and took a step back. A pair of scarlet eyes drooped slightly, and his gaze fell on the gray box held by Ye Jia.

This sentence drew everyone's attention back.

They all looked straight and looked at the box in Ye Jia's hand.

Ye Jia glanced at Ji Xuan in surprise.

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

Unexpectedly, Ji Xuan was extremely keenly aware of his vision, raised his eyes and looked at Ye Jia, a smile that was ruinously raised on his lips, and the dark and gloomy eyes were spreading with blood, no matter what. Mouth slowly:

"You owe me."

Ye Jia: "..."

Sure enough, it was still very bad.

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

Wei Yuechu raised her eyes, and his cold, vigilant gaze fixed a few seconds from Ji Xuan who was standing aside.

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

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

"Open it."

"Um."

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

It was not locked, it was opened very easily.

Everyone poked their heads and looked into the box.

—There is also a box in the box.

Ye Jia: "..."

Everyone also fell silent: "..."

"Hey hey hey!" The blast eyebrows were all flying into the sky, and he raised his voice and shouted, "Is this ghost sick?!"

Chen Qingye pushed his glasses and slowly said:

"This time we have a rare agreement."

Ye Jia stretched out his hand and took out the small box and placed it in his palm for a closer look.

It is a cube with a smooth and square surface, without any keyholes or gaps, but when it is shaken, you can hear something inside.

Wei Yuechu asked: "Where is that ghost? Since it can spit out the position of this box, it can also ask from its mouth how to open it."

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

—It's been so long, I'm afraid the puppet master has already made it into a puppet.

Ye Jia turned to look at Ji Xuan with a hint of expectation.

The man shrugged, indicating that he was right.

Ye Jia: "..."

Wei Yuechu frowned: "What's the matter?"

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

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

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

He said: "You can always try to violently open the box."

However, before Ye Jia could do anything, Chen Qingye on the side suddenly said, "Huh!"

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

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

"It seems 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 opponent's finger.

There is a very shallow overcast pattern, if it is not the right angle of the moonlight, it can hardly be found.

Wei Yuechu also came over.

She carefully looked at it from an angle, and frowned, "It seems to be a bit familiar."

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

Ye Jia's eyes sank slightly.

His fingertips gently brushed the uneven surface of the box, and the cold moonlight was reflected in the amber-like bottom of his eyes, and the voice said softly:

"certainly."

Ye Jia's voice was calm: "This is the symbol of the Supernatural Authority."

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 and walked over.

"How is it?" Wei Yuechu asked urgently.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes, 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 startled.

He took out his phone, pointed one side of the box at the moonlight, took a picture with a good angle, 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 loud and deafening voice came from the other side of the microphone, and there was no one everywhere, and it sounded exceptionally clear: "What the **** did you send to someone at night?! When everyone else Are you not sleeping?"

Ye Jia calmly took the phone away from his ears.

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

Liu Zhaocheng sounds a little unbelievable:

"Ye Jia, have you been in the bureau for so many years for nothing? You don't recognize the logo of your department?"

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

He had noticed just now, although this is indeed a sign of the Supernatural Authority, there is a subtle difference in the details.

There was no sound on the phone.

Ye Jia waited patiently.

A 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 thirty years ago, the administration was reorganized once." Liu Zhaocheng said: "This thing was used by them in the past, and then it was abandoned."

Thirty years ago...?

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

Liu Zhaocheng: "How do I know? At that time, I was just a low-level employee just like you. How could I know what the people above them were doing? Anyway, the high-level team seemed to be a big change of blood. The overall mechanism has also been reformed a lot during the last wave, and then after more than ten years of development, it has slowly become what it is now."

He asked: "Why are you asking this?"

Ye Jia replied: "It's nothing... I just saw an old thing that may be the bureau, and I was a little curious."

"Old thing? What kind of old thing?" Liu Zhaocheng said, "show me the whole picture."

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

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

Ye Jia's spirits lifted up: "You said."

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 high-risk props. If it is forcibly destroyed, it will be destroyed with the contents. ."

Ye Jia was shocked.

Fortunately, he just didn't forcefully cut the box open according to the original plan, otherwise their previous hard work would be wasted.

Liu Zhaocheng continued: "But, this thing is rare now, because it is not very practical. So after the reorganization of the bureau, it has never been produced. 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 to open it?"

"I'm not quite sure about this." Liu Zhaocheng said, "But, in the capital, there seems to be a lot of files and objects before the reorganization in the headquarters of the Supernatural Administration. You can contact the people over there to ask. …"

Coincidentally, they are in the capital now.

Ye Jia: "Okay, thank you very much."

But before he could hang up, Liu Zhaocheng's suspicious voice came from the receiver:

"Should you not get involved in any bad things again?"

Ye Jia repeatedly denied: "No, no! How could it be possible!"

Liu Zhaocheng snorted coldly: "You can come back quickly. There are still a lot of affairs in M ​​city. You can't finish processing your year-end awards and don't want them anymore!"

The phone hangs up.

On the side, Blast hugged his arms, frowned and looked at Ye Jia, with a particularly bad tone:

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

It’s so quiet around, even if they don’t want to eavesdrop, they can’t help hearing each other’s voices. Although they have long known that ace’s hidden identity is a small employee of the Supernatural Administration, he heard his boss talk so unceremoniously. He still makes people feel uncomfortable when he speaks.

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

"That's it!" Wei Yuechu jumped to Ye Jia's side and said angrily.

She is the one who has been in the administration for the longest time among several people. Before she knew that Ye Jia was an ace, she had already witnessed the scene where Minister Liu made things difficult for Ye Jia several times. But now that he knew that the opponent was targeting his own male god, the anger suddenly came up.

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

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

Chen Qingye thoughtfully: "Is he afraid of bugs?"

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

Wei Yuechu touched the back of her head and said shyly:

"It doesn't mean that it is now, that is, after returning to city m—"

"In fact, Minister Liu is just a bad guy." Ye Jia sighed.

His eyes drooped slightly:

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

Memories that have been in the dust for a long time are full of waves.

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

At a loss.

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

But 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 car driven by his side would bring his instinctive vigilance and hostility. He almost exhausted all his self-control before cutting it over with a knife. He would be shaken suddenly every night. The passing lights, or the noise from the distance of the city, awakened, covered in cold sweat, clenched his weapons, and subconsciously prepared to fight-he seemed to have really left the game, but it seemed that he had never left.

You know, although Ye Jia has always been 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 determined that Ye Jia killed a high-level ghost, and his points immediately soared, which allowed him to 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 after Ye Jia returned to the real world.

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

Plus, the real world is no longer what it used to be.

The identity of "Ye Jia" has been found dead because of his disappearance for a long time. The place where he once lived has already been auctioned off. The property of his hometown is non-human, and there is no trace of it. He has no relatives and no identity certificate. , Surviving alone in the world, like duckweed, there is nowhere.

Compared with the real world, even games look more like home.

until-

The appearance of a bad guy.

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

The reason is ridiculously simple.

According to Liu Zhaocheng's own statement, it was because the logistics department of the Supernatural Administration was really short of people, and he made a mistake on a whim, and hired an employee who could only eat rice and fish every day.

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

He was very wary. After all, there would be such unconditional kindness in this world—so Ye Jia looked through Liu Zhaocheng's files in the police station.

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

Then, Ye Jia chose to accept his goodwill and became a logistics employee in the Bureau of Investigation.

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

This year, there are really not many such bad people.

"Eh...Is it actually like this?" Wei Yuechu scratched his head: "I didn't expect that Uncle Mediterranean would be pretty good."

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

Blast thoughtfully: "I seem to know that there is a brand of shampoo that can grow hair..."

Ye Jia: "..."

Hey hey hey, your focus has shifted! !

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

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

Wei Yuechu lowered her eyes, glanced at the dense and square box in Ye Jia's hand, and asked, "Then what are you going to do now?"

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

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

"But we are 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 if you choose a day, so let's go to the headquarters for a visit today."

"Yes..." Chen Qingye frowned: "It's at night now..."

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

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

He smiled, his eyes lit up with the same color as his hair, and he said with excitement:

"We are going to trespass this time!"

Occult Administration headquarters.

Compared to the branch in M ​​City with a garbage recycling sign, the headquarters looks much more magnificent, at least a whole building.

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

Although it is late at night, there are still several floors of lights in the administration building. After all, the night is the time for most ghosts and monsters. Therefore, the Supernatural Administration must retain staff on night shifts.

Because the headquarters of the Administration was too large, they agreed to separate operations and each looked for the material room that Liu Zhaocheng said, which kept the materials and articles before the Administration was reorganized.

but-

"..." Ye Jia took a deep breath: "Do you not understand the four words to act separately?"

Ji Xuan hung behind Ye Jia not too far away, with a calm appearance, and said without changing his face: "I just happened to choose the same path as you, don't think too much."

Ye Jia: "..."

I'm going to your uncle, don't think too much.

Ji Xuan quickened his pace and stood shoulder to shoulder with Ye Jia. He turned his head slightly, a pair of scarlet eyes gleaming strangely in the dark corridor:

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

Ye Jia's pace paused slightly.

He resumed his original pace and asked quietly: "Oh? You know me."

A smile flickered on Ji Xuan's lips, and he approached again affectionately, his voice low:

"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: "..."

When he stopped subconsciously, Ye Jia was immediately thrown behind him.

Ji Xuan hurriedly speeded up a few steps. He chased behind Ye Jia and hurriedly apologized:

"Brother, I was wrong..."

Ye Jia ignored him.

At this time, he felt his sleeves fall slightly.

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

"Brother, I really know I was wrong."

He has a kind of talent and proficiency in this respect.

Ye Jia frowned and said, "I won't eat this set."

However, Ji Xuan keenly discovered that the other party's tone softened slightly.

-What nonsense, you will obviously eat this set.

The little boy took a few steps forward, using his cold slender fingers to pull the palm of the young man's dangling side by his side, and entangle the other's fingers.

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

"elder brother…"

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

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

"Change back!"

"do not want."

Ye Jia: "..."

This dialogue is too familiar.

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

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

His eyes drooped, and a dark gleam of cold light flashed deep in his light-colored pupils: "I did not tell the three of them the true 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 ghost ghost came from.

It may be theft, or even stealing, all possible.

After all, being rare does not mean that there is no such thing. As a lord-level high-level ghost, it has many methods. There may also be inner ghosts in the administration, and it is not uncommon to get them.

But... Ye Jia was worried about another possibility that made him reluctant to think about it.

And the reorganization that happened decades ago... Will it have anything to do with your mother?

The other three have never been in contact with the game 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 a knife in his hand, chopped her flesh and blood and internal organs into rotten mud, and then he raised his head and used that piece of Looking at Ye Jia standing at the door with crazy eyes, he stumbled towards him-exactly the same as the man he saw in the residential building.

And that was fifteen years before he was pulled into the game, and it happened to be matched with the time of the reorganization of the bureau.

Ye Jia pursed his lips and seemed to fall into his thoughts.

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

Ye Jia raised his head in a bit of astonishment and looked at each other.

I saw Ji Xuan smile at him slightly: "I know where you are looking for?"

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 arrogant, right?

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

He stood in a huge storage room, which was densely packed with materials thick enough to be tiring to the ceiling, filled with a decadent and old smell.

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, her eyes looking inexplicable.

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

Closely fit.

Hearing only a slight "cracking" sound, 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 the box full of viscous blood.

In the blood, there are two complete eyeballs floating, the pupils are dark, the white of the eyes are clean, and the complete optic nerve is connected to the back. They float up and down in the small box full of blood, looking particularly terrible.

Ye Jia was slightly startled.

eyeball?

Why are eyeballs?

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

The woman whose heart was dug out by her crazy husband, and her heart was chopped up.

That piece of skin was completely peeled off.

And... the box with things in the dreamer's warehouse.

He thought of the huge scarlet sarcoma that was wriggling in Ji Xuan's memory.

Ji Xuan once said, "The king is the mother's substitute."

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

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

—She wants to piece together a body for herself.