Because of the horror on campus, Liu Zhaocheng finally showed mercy and gave Ye Jia the coveted paid vacation.
And for a whole week!
Ye Jia looked at Liu Zhaocheng, who was standing beside his hospital bed, and was very moved: "Thank you, Minister! You are simply a living Bodhisattva of Avalokitesvara who saves suffering..."
Liu Zhaocheng: "... If you say one more word, your vacation will be one less day."
Ye Jia: !
He instantly stopped and made a zipper action on his mouth.
Liu Zhaocheng snorted coldly and threw a box on the hospital bed.
Ye Jia reached out and took it, weighed it in his hand, and asked, "What is this?"
"Mobile phone." Liu Zhaocheng said blankly.
Ye Jia: "Minister, you know that I'm not very fond of this kind of electronic products..."
"I can't contact you without a mobile phone, and there is a shortage of manpower recently. Don't think that you don't have to work overtime without a mobile phone," Liu Zhaocheng sneered: "I'll give you seven days to learn how to operate, otherwise the workload will double after you go to work."
Ye Jia: "..."
Without waiting for Ye Jia to reply, Liu Zhaocheng hurried out like a gust of wind, and before leaving, he closed the door of the ward with a bang.
Silence returned to the ward.
Ye Jia took a long sigh and looked down at the phone in his hand worried.
After all, he stayed in the game for a full twelve years.
In the game, the ages of all players are frozen at the moment they enter the game.
However, almost no one can get 10 million points alive and get the qualification to leave the game.
Before Ye Jia entered the game, everyone was still using clamshell-style bulky PHS, but when he came back, everyone was holding a thin and light smartphone.
Although he still looks like a young man in his twenties, his soul has long been different.
It took Ye Jia a long time to get used to the city that has changed greatly due to technology, and only the mobile phone is the hurdle that he has been unable to overcome.
There is also a communicator in the game, but the communicator also means there is a risk of being exposed. As the leader of the standings and the only special weapon owner, Ye Jia has always been on the cusp. Specter is even worse, so this instinctive resistance of communication equipment cannot be completely overcome even after returning to the real world.
That feeling of being found all the time is really insecure.
The little black hand leaned out from his shoulder and looked at the box in Ye Jia's hand curiously: "What is this?"
"Mobile phone." Ye Jia replied.
The little black hand got closer and looked at its shiny screen with great interest: "What is a mobile phone?"
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at it thoughtfully.
Suddenly, he raised his hand without warning, and said that he threw the mobile phone in his hand to the little black hand.
The little black hand was startled, and hurriedly caught it, his thin wrist was stretched by the heavy mobile phone pendant, which looked extra funny.
"Give you five days to learn how to operate." Ye Jia said with a smile: "Otherwise I will eat you."
Little Black Hand: "..."
I shouldn't have spoken casually, I regret it.
And wasn't it just seven days ago! Why did it take five days to get here!
Little Black Hand wants to cry but has no tears, and has nowhere to ask for help.
But under the force of prostitution, he could only swallow his remorse and be exploited with tears.
Ye Jia got out of the hospital bed in a good mood, then pulled away the mythical creature and walked in.
A minute later, he quietly appeared in a ward.
The curtains were drawn, and from the gaps in the shutters, a deep blue sky with fish belly white could be seen. The sun was about to break through the clouds and bring dawn to the world.
There was a sleepy girl lying on the hospital bed, and her soul was floating beside the bed.
The moment he saw Ye Jia, Sun Jiale's eyes lit up: "Brother!"
She pointed to the surrounding environment and said as if offering a treasure: "Everything is back to normal here!"
Indeed, the huge number of ghosts that had gathered around the ward had disappeared, and the previous eerie atmosphere had also been swept away, and everything before was like a dream.
Sun Jiale asked hopefully: "I, can I go back to my body now?"
"Of course." Ye Jia touched her head: "However, I still have something to confirm, can I wait a little longer?"
Sun Jiale was a little puzzled, but nodded obediently:
"OK, all right."
Ye Jia came to the bedside, lifted the quilt, and saw the dark five-finger palm marks on the little girl's slender ankles disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Obviously, it should take time to return to the original state.
He fell into deep thought.
At the gate of the previous campus, a team member from the Combat Section followed up the situation for him. Except for Sun Jiale who fell into a coma, several other children were "nightmare", and the state of those victims was more in line with the addicts. The hunting method of the game - mark, and then let the marked person attract the ghosts around them, and suck their vitality by weakening their spirit. This method is obviously more lethal in the game, but in real life, it can only attract a little The surrounding ghosts are lonely, so they show the symptoms of "being stunned".
So what makes Sun Jiale so different
At this moment, the little black hand on Ye Jia's shoulder suddenly came over and whispered in his ear: "There is a little residual Yin Qi on this child's neck, but I can't tell whether it is good or not. Bad… "
Ye Jia was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked in the direction that Little Black Finger pointed.
He hesitated for a moment, then reached over and pulled out a small pendant she was wearing around her neck.
It was a jade pendant, green and dripping, but the surface was covered with fine lines like spider webs, as if it would shatter in the next second.
Sun Jiale screamed from behind him:
"Ah! This is, this is what my mother left..."
Ye Jia was startled.
As if he suddenly thought of something, he took the pendant in his hand and injected a little power into it.
There was a faint wave in the air.
The next second, a pale-faced woman slowly appeared in front of him. She was wearing a surgical gown, and the blood-soaked hem was dripping with blood.
Her face has become blurred, and she can only vaguely see the outline of the past.
And in her arms, holding a faint, blurry silhouette.
The shadow was much dimmer than before, and seemed to be disappearing constantly.
This is the woman Ye Jia saw in the corridor when he first arrived at the hospital.
Ye Jia's eyes fell on the calf of the black shadow.
The palm marks of a pitch-black five fingers are looming.
Sun Jiale was stunned as if struck by lightning. She didn't seem to dare to look at her own eyes, so she only dared to let out a faint cry:
"… Mother?"
A complex look flashed in Ye Jia's eyes quickly.
He now knows why.
When he arrived, the yin around the ward had already gathered, and there should not have been so many ghosts parading in the corridor. He thought that the ghosts were approaching the direction of the ward, but they were actually chasing the phantom in this woman's arms - for some reason, she was able to share part of the curse brought by the marks on Sun Jiale's body, and then instinctively The gathered ghosts were taken away from the daughter's side.
Ghosts are obsessions, mostly left for hatred, pain, and unwillingness.
And this remnant soul attached to the jade pendant is for protection.
This yin qi is too weak and too little malicious, even the little black hand who is also a ghost cannot detect its existence in the ward that was shrouded in ghastly ghosts just now.
Sun Jiale's eyes widened blankly, she stumbled in, stretched out and retracted her hand, panicked, expectantly, and cautiously shouted, "Mom, yes, is that you?"
The woman didn't answer.
Her eyes stared blankly into the distance, standing in the middle of the ward as silent and sluggish as a walking corpse.
Tears burst out uncontrollably. Sun Jiale suppressed her crying and raised her hand to grab the hem of the woman's clothes: "Mom... don't you know me?"
Ye Jia sighed silently.
The remnant soul's consciousness stayed for a shorter period of time, let alone the harmless remnant soul. What's more, she also shared a large part of the curse on Sun Jiale just now, and now it is probably torn apart and on the verge of disappearing.
He stepped forward and was about to say something, but unexpectedly, the woman in front of him suddenly moved.
Her eyes moved down with difficulty, as if struggling to break free from the broken soul.
Her gaze changed, as if recognizing the person in front of her, soft and loving, with a hint of sadness about parting.
With difficulty, the woman raised her hand little by little and touched the little girl's cheek:
"Don't... cry..."
She said word by word:
"No... well... look... now..."
The gushing sadness was finally unable to be suppressed. Sun Jiale firmly grasped the corner of the woman's clothes, choked out of breath, and finally turned into howling, like a baby who left its mother for the first time.
The woman raised her eyes and looked at Ye Jia who was standing behind the little girl for help.
Ye Jia nodded silently.
He stepped forward quickly, put his hand on Sun Jiale's shoulder, and pulled it back gently.
The little girl's soul floated up, and then slowly fell back to the hospital bed, slowly overlapping with the empty body on the bed.
She fell asleep.
The soul of the woman in front of her seemed to be finally unable to support it, and the torn lines quickly spread on her soul.
She raised her eyes to look at Ye Jia, smiled slowly, and the outline of her facial features seemed to have regained a little gentleness and beauty before her death.
She bowed to Ye Jia:
"… thanks."
Before she could get up straight, her figure dissipated.
There was only a peaceful silence in the ward.
The sun penetrated the clouds and dispelled the darkness. The soft golden light of the morning sun penetrated the gaps in the blinds and poured in quietly. The sunlight gently stroked the scattered long hair of the little girl on the hospital bed, bringing a touch of warmth.
A new day begins.
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Sun Jiale opened his eyes, not knowing where he was for a while.
She got up with some difficulty, only to realize that she was lying on the hospital bed.
What's going on here
She was a little overwhelmed.
In the blurred vision, she saw the door of the ward being pushed open, and a man with a beard and anxious expression rushed in: "Lele! You are awake!"
The man's pace stopped, and he was at a loss: "Why are you crying..."
Cried? I didn't cry.
Sun Jiale was a little puzzled.
She raised her hand and touched her cheek, but she felt a cold and damp patch, tears were still pouring out of her eyes, and big drops fell on the bed.
The man stepped forward cautiously, wrapped the crying little girl in his arms, and coaxed softly:
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Tell Dad, okay?"
Sun Jiale buried her face in her father's shoulder and shook her head vigorously. Her voice was muffled, with a hint of choking: "No..."
"I seem to have had a dream..."
"It was cold and scared at first...but..."
She raised her face with a tearful smile:
"I, I dreamed that my mother came to see me."
No one noticed that on the bedside of the ward, there was an unopened jelly.
It is a special type of hospital, but the label above is from a hospital.
It sits right in the center of the table, like a gift.
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Among the scarlet-eyed ghosts, the white bones were piled up to form a throne, reflecting the cold light in the bloody sky.
"king… "
A huge Specter with abscesses all over his body slowly climbed out of the bloody mud: "Do you remember that human organization called the Supernatural Authority?"
The head was dead silent.
Li Gui cautiously raised his eyes and glanced upwards.
The man sat expressionlessly on the throne of skeletons, his pale fingers bent slightly, and gently rested on the skeleton skull on the throne, looking eerie and chilling, those scarlet eyes drooped slightly, condescending. looked at him.
Li Gui subconsciously trembled slightly, then lowered his eyes quickly, and stammered to continue reporting:
"Yes, one of the men we arranged inside said that he saw the name of the person you were looking for in the report inside—"
The pale fingertips resting on the skull moved slightly, almost completely indistinguishable.
"where?"
His voice was very calm, like a breeze from the plains.
But the Specter in front of him trembled more and more, and it reduced its body as much as possible, as if the other party could not notice it:
"M, M city."
It continued to ask: "Do you need me to send someone to check the truth of the news..."
Its trembling voice was interrupted unexpectedly.
"No." The man's pupil color was dark red, like half-coagulated blood.
He casually tapped the hideous skeleton under his palm with his pale fingertips, with a chilling hint in his voice:
"... I'll go in person."