At noon in midsummer, there were hardly any people on the street.
On the street corner, in the critical window of the milk tea shop, the clerk sat in front of the counter and fell asleep.
"Pearl Boba Cake Milk Tea, thank you."
"Ah!" The sleepy clerk shuddered when she heard the sound, raised her head quickly, and habitually said, "Okay, may I ask..."
Her voice stopped.
The sun was scorching hot, and there was not a slight breeze floating in the white sky, and the ground seemed to be scorching with a sizzling sound.
The young man stood naked in the sun, as if he could not feel the hot summer sun. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down into the window.
His skin is very white, his body is slender, the color of his eyes and hair are also light, and it is almost transparent amber in the sun. The excessively fair complexion does not show any trace of exposure, and there is no sweat on his forehead and nose. .
Seeing that the other party had not replied for a long time, Ye Jia coughed politely:
"Hello?"
The clerk suddenly came back to her senses, and she hurriedly nodded: "Oh! Immediately!"
She skillfully reached out and picked up the paper cup beside her and asked:
"Do you want room temperature or ice?"
"It needs to be hot." Ye Jia took out two banknotes and placed them on the windowsill.
…Drinking hot milk tea in such hot weather
Moreover, in this age, there are still young people who do not use mobile phones to pay.
While muttering in her heart, the clerk started to turn around and get busy.
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five minutes later.
Ye Jia took the hot milk tea and walked unhurriedly to the building beside him.
Two men stood in the shadows below the building, their heads bowed, not knowing what they were tinkering with.
Zhao Dong raised his head and looked at Ye Jia who was standing beside him. His eyes fell on the milk tea in Ye Jia's hand, and he teased:
"Aren't you tired of drinking these sweet things?"
"You don't understand." Ye Jia shrugged and replied with a sloppy expression: "I call it learning the business model of a milk tea shop in advance."
Cheng Cezhi, who was standing on the side, raised his head when he heard the sound, and looked blankly at the two people chatting in front of him: "... What?"
Zhao Dong smiled "haha": "I don't know, our young master Ye dreams of opening a milk tea shop after retirement, so we have already started planning for the future from now on."
Cheng Cezhi: "…"
Wait, he looks like he's in his twenties at most.
He couldn't hold back and asked, "But, isn't that at least forty years left?"
Ye Jia replied without changing his face: "The government does not support idlers. In case of layoffs one day, I will definitely be laid off first."
He took a slow sip of milk tea again: "I call it planning ahead."
Zhao Dong: "..."
Cheng Cezhi: "…"
So, why are some people so righteous about living in government offices and waiting to die
Ye Jia brought the topic back:
"How did you measure?"
"It's not going well." Cheng Cezhi lowered his head and glanced at the dark, detector-like instrument in his hand, and frowned: "There is hardly any useful data collected here."
Zhao Dong frowned:
"It's too low. It looks like we'll have to go in there anyway."
Ye Jia's eyes drooped slightly, staring at the index on the research instrument of the two people in front of him, and took another sip of the hot milk tea in the cup.
The mellow fresh milk and the refreshing tea aroma are blended together, slightly hot, but not a big problem.
As of this month, Ye Jia has been with the Paranormal Administration for two years.
The Occult Authority, as the name suggests, is the secret government department that manages all paranormal phenomena.
Most of the targets of this department are lonely and wandering ghosts, who occasionally make some strange sounds and phenomena. Powerful ghosts and resentful spirits only appear occasionally, and the chance of encountering them is almost like winning the lottery.
The Administration is responsible for solving these supernatural phenomena before the public discovers them, and explaining them in a scientific way afterwards, so as to prevent ordinary people from discovering that such a turbulent surging wave is still hidden in their daily peaceful life. The treacherous world is known as the protection of civilians - but Ye Jia has reservations about this.
There are capable people in the Occult Authority, but they are basically concentrated in the headquarters.
The logistics department where Ye Jia works is basically ordinary people, responsible for doing chores, doing paperwork, or occasionally doing field work once or twice, cleaning the battle scene, and collecting data.
- In short, social animals.
"It's really a bit of a back when it's such a hot day to go out to work." Zhao Dong wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his expression was a little sluggish: "I hope there is an air conditioner in it."
He turned his head to look at Ye Jia, who was standing beside him, and sighed jealously: "If only I were not afraid of heat like you."
Ye Jia was too lazy to pay attention to him.
He yawned again, drank the milk tea, and threw it into the trash can:
"Let's fight quickly."
The paper cups and the empty bottom of the trash can slammed into a dull sound.
The noise of news broadcasts came from the electrical store next to the building, which seemed distant and vague in the hot air scorched by the sun, and it was almost impossible to tell what the host was saying without listening carefully:
“… Recently, there have been many strange disappearance incidents in the city… The police are fully investigating…”
The three of them walked into the building with the equipment boxes.
It was gloomy inside the building.
Compared with the scorching, almost dazzling light outside, the inside of the building was much darker, but it was equally sultry.
The air was filled with a musty, damp smell typical of old buildings, making it almost breathless.
Zhao Dong wiped his face and cursed angrily.
No air conditioning.
Cheng Cezhi stared intently at the detector in his hand—it was a product developed by the Administration to detect and collect abnormal energy, but at this moment, the broken line on the display remained motionless, and there was no change from the outside of the building to the inside of the building. .
He shook his head and gave up trying: "Let's go, let's go upstairs."
The elevators here are obviously old, with rust marks and stains all over the small space, and various small advertisements are posted layer by layer. It seems like it will fall off at any time.
Watching the gradually increasing number of layers, Ye Jia asked:
"What scene are we going to this time?"
Cheng Ceyi was surprised: "No way, Brother Ye, didn't you read the mission document before you came?"
Ye Jia replied slowly and leisurely: "It's too long."
Cheng Cezhi: "…"
Although he now has a little understanding of his colleague's unscrupulous style of messing around with fish, but... this is a bit too sincere.
He sighed and resignedly began to briefly summarize the mission for the other party.
A young girl disappeared mysteriously after entering the building. The surveillance cameras at the entrance of the building only recorded her walking in and then never going out. It was not until a week later that the resident smelled the rotten smell and called the police, and people were called at 404. Her body was found in the room. The skin on her body had been completely peeled off, and her belly was swollen due to decay, but strangely, she lay peacefully on the bed without any signs of struggle or bondage.
Cheng Cezhi scratched his hair:
"Because there have been quite a few similar disappearance cases in the city recently, the above attaches great importance to it, and specially sent a special team to investigate. They looked at the murder scene and found nothing wrong, so they directly took care of the girl's spirit. The body has gone overboard."
To say that it is overrun is actually more like killing. This kind of soul that died in vain can easily develop into a more terrifying ghost in the future. Therefore, the organization will often strike first and kill the hidden danger in the cradle.
"Then we are this time?" Ye Jia glanced at the detector in Cheng Cezhi's hand.
"Collect the residual energy." Cheng Cezhi replied, "Take it back to see if there is any value that can be analyzed."
At this moment, only a "ding" sound was heard.
With a tremor, the elevator stopped, and the elevator door jammed, but it slowly opened to both sides.
The door of 404 was tightly closed, and the yellow isolation tape at the murder scene at the door had not been removed. Even if it was separated by a layer of door, you could still smell the faintly rancid smell that could not be covered by the pungent smell of disinfectant.
Cheng Cezhi felt a little nauseated.
He strengthened his courage: "Let's go, let's go."
Most of the furniture and obstructions in 404 had been removed, and the outline of a human lying flat was drawn on the ground, and the stench of rotting intensified.
Ye Jia drooped his eyelids, leaned against the wall with nothing to do, and watched the two busy.
Zhao Dong put on gloves, opened the notebook he carried with him, and began to write and draw on it, while Cheng Cezhi took the detector and scanned the room inch by inch, looking for even the slightest fluctuation.
Also weird.
After the undead are overthrown, there is often some residual energy. The more resentment, the more residual energy. It stands to reason that this young girl died in vain. This place should not be so clean.
When Cheng Cezhi moved to the door, suddenly, a slight fluctuation was detected on the dial of the instrument.
Very subtle, but the polyline jumped significantly.
He was overjoyed and walked in the direction of the energy fluctuations, searching for the best angle to collect more fluctuations.
Unconsciously, Cheng Cezhi left the room.
He looked intently at the instrument in his hand and walked down the corridor into the darkened depths.
Suddenly, Cheng Cezhi stopped abruptly.
He raised his head, but unexpectedly found himself standing at the door of the elevator.
Cheng Cezhi looked around blankly.
No... He clearly remembered walking in the opposite direction of the elevator, how could he be...
The hallway was dead silent.
The dazzling sunlight outside the building seemed unable to penetrate the foggy and dirty glass at all. The dark and narrow space was illuminated by the sizzling light bulbs overhead. The walls were mottled and under the dim flickering light looming.
Cheng Cezhi shivered involuntarily.
Wait, why is it so cold
The sweltering heat in the downstairs lobby seemed to be from the last century.
It was clear that there was no wind, but he seemed to feel an extremely gloomy and cold aura eroding his texture, quickly soaking into the cracks of his bones, and a trembling feeling climbed up from the depths of his spine, making him feel inexplicably flustered.
And it's too quiet.
Cheng Cezhi turned his head and looked behind him in panic, but the door of 404 was closed, and he couldn't see the figures of the two people who were traveling with him.
Suddenly, without warning, the detector in his hand suddenly began to make a frantic "dipping" sound.
The harsh mechanical sound echoed in the empty and cold stairwell, Cheng Cezhi was frightened, and subconsciously looked down at the instrument in his hand, only to see that the broken line above suddenly rose, and the sharply soaring index trembled, as if he was anxious. ground alarm.
The next second, a sound suddenly sounded from behind him.
"Ding".
With no one pressing the keys, the elevator doors opened slowly and silently.
Numerous dark little hands protruded from the elevator door, each of which was as cold as ice, clinging to Cheng Cezhi's exposed skin, absorbing the temperature of his body.
"whee."
One by one, they tightly entangled him.
Cheng Cezhi's teeth were chattering, and the breath he exhaled condensed into a white mist in the air, sticking wetly to the end of his nose.
He widened his eyes in horror, but the shrill screams stuck in his throat like ice cubes, making people only make a weird guttural sound of "cluck".
Immediately afterwards, Cheng Cezhi heard a small voice ringing in his ears, and with a sinister maliciousness, he whispered:
"So hungry, so hungry... Hee hee."
The scene in front of me was like a nightmare that I couldn't get out of.
In extreme panic, Cheng Cezhi rolled his eyes and fainted.
More little black hands came out of the elevator, pulling Cheng Cezhi and falling towards the darkness. At this moment, a lazy voice came from a distance, suddenly breaking the silence:
"Hey."
The eyelashes of the young man with almost transparent skin drooped slightly, half covering a pair of eyes that were as pale as glass. He stood at the entrance of the corridor not far away and said calmly:
"This is my colleague, no."
"It smells so good..." The little black hands squirmed and murmured, "He smells so good."
"I was going to save it for the last one to eat."
"But he found out."
"Then eat it now!"
In the next second, countless black hands jumped out of the elevator, and attacked the young man standing not far away along the wall and floor!
"So hungry, so hungry, so hungry!"
The voice was getting sharper and harsher, like a fingernail scratching on glass:
"I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat..."
Unexpectedly, the youth did not dodge.
The little black hand grabbed his thin and white wrist, and happily began to smoke—
Immediately afterwards, a sharp scream came from the black hand: "No! No! What is this! What is this!"
There is spiritual energy in the living, and yin in the dead.
Yin qi condenses and resentment accumulates, it becomes a ghost.
- But in the living body of this young man in front of him, there is a dark and piercing ghostly aura.
Thick and dark, cold and evil.
He lowered his eyes calmly, without any superfluous expressions on his face, the whole person was like an ethereal shadow, standing far away from this world, looking down at the Specter in front of him.
Nearly overwhelming power tumbled and surged in his human body, silently revealing sharp and terrifying minions.