The events of the past two days have been one after another. As a salted fish who has become accustomed to a realistic and stable life, Ye Jia really feels a little unaccustomed.
So, after leaving the hospital, like all social animals who get seven days of paid vacation, the first thing he does when he gets home is—
sleep.
Ye Jia buried his head in the quilt and slept in darkness for twelve hours.
When he woke up, it was already dark.
There was only a little blue Yingying light in the distance, and there was a faint sound of cheerful music coming from the direction of the light.
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction from which the voice came.
I saw a mobile phone with a bright screen swaying and floating in the air, while the little black hand transformed into two hands and was swiping on the screen with full concentration.
Ye Jia: "...what are you doing?"
Little Black Hand: "You're awake!"
It held the mobile phone and floated towards the bed. As it floated, it shouted excitedly: "This thing is called a mobile phone! It's so fun! There are a lot of interesting things in it! Look at this..."
Ye Jia glanced at the screen.
Fight the landlord.
The little black hand stood up proudly: "I've won a lot of golden beans!"
Ye Jia glanced again.
- It's still a man-machine version.
Ye Jia: "...you like it."
He got up from the bed, slipped on his slippers, walked slowly to the kitchen, and made himself a cup of hot tea.
Before he could take a sip, he heard a knock at the door.
"Knock knock knock".
Ye Jia was stunned.
He never told anyone the address of his home, and he didn't have any friends in the Administration who could come and visit.
Who will come
Ye Jia frowned, walked to the door, and twisted the door handle.
As soon as the door was opened, Cheng Cezhi was standing at the door, with a smirk on his face and a huge fruit basket in his hand:
"Brother Ye, it's me!"
Ye Jia's right hand hanging on his side was slightly loose, and the phantom of the sickle disappeared into the air like mist.
He asked, "Why are you here?"
Cheng Cezhi: "The group of people from the Combat Section guarded me for three days, but nothing happened. Later, their department was really short of manpower, so they just let me go."
He grinned: "I heard that you took a week off due to a work injury after I returned to the logistics department, so I came to see you..."
Ye Jia rubbed his messy hair, sighed, and let go:
"come in."
Cheng Cezhi put down the fruit basket, Ye Jia came from the kitchen with two cups of hot tea, he quickly got up to take it, and then sat down on the sofa carefully.
"Speaking of which," Ye Jia sipped his tea: "How do you know my address?"
Cheng Cezhi was a little dazed: "Hey, don't anyone else know? I... I asked my uncle to ask."
Ye Jia had a bad feeling in his heart:
"Your uncle? Who?"
"Hey, you should have heard of him..." Cheng Cezhi pursed his lips and smiled a little embarrassedly: "It's that Cheng Ze."
Cheng Ze, director of the M city branch of the Supernatural Administration.
Ye Jia: "..."
Rely on, related households.
No wonder their minister has such a good attitude towards this newcomer! ! The old double standard! !
Suddenly, Cheng Cezhi sucked in a breath of cold air, his face was horrified, and he lowered his voice:
"Ye, Brother Ye, you, don't look back!"
Ye Jia: "?"
Cheng Cezhi's eyes were straight, staring closely behind Ye Jia, and then in a suffocating tone, he said in a low voice and slowly: "I... I suspect that a ghost is coming back with you... "
Ye Jia's heart "squeaked".
Wouldn't it be that the little black hand was addicted to the landlord and let the phone float
At this moment, the little black hand came over and climbed on his shoulder skillfully: "What is that human talking about, if a ghost follows me, can I still find it?"
It didn't take the phone.
But before Ye Jia could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Cheng Cezhi let out a suffocating gasp again, and said tremblingly:
"Ye, Brother Ye... I think... it's on your shoulder... "
Ye Jia: "?"
Little Black Hand: "?"
Ye Jia turned his head to look at the little black hand on his shoulder, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
… Can Cheng Cezhi see it
The previous time in the elevator room, the little black hand suddenly became stronger because of the maliciousness of the other ghosts, and increased by nearly two levels, so he could be seen directly by ordinary people with the naked eye, but after being eliminated by Ye Jia once, It has become very weak now, and it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to see it.
Cheng Cezhi's teeth were fighting, and he touched his waist: "I, I'm called the bureau..."
Ye Jia pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache: "...you wait."
Cheng Cezhi didn't listen, and was still fumbling around.
Ye Jia turned his head and instructed the little black hand: "Go and grab it."
"Okay." The little black hand rushed over and snatched the emergency pager from Cheng Cezhi, who was frightened and screamed.
Cheng Cezhi's face was pale, and his back was tightly pressed against the sofa:
"You, you..."
Ye Jia pointed to the little black hand beside him: "Let me introduce, this is the one who haunted you in the building."
The little black hand waved at him kindly.
But Cheng Cezhi looked as if he could faint in the next second.
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
How can this story be completed...
- Twenty minutes later.
Cheng Cezhi was holding the hot tea, although his face was still pale, his expression was much calmer than before.
"So, are you saying that it was contaminated by another Specter's malice, that's why it attacked me?"
Ye Jia nodded.
"Then... why can I see it?"
"I don't know." Ye Jia shrugged: "Maybe it's because you've seen too many ghosts recently."
Ordinary people who are overexposed to high-intensity Yin Qi will develop a certain degree of spiritual vision.
"So, what about you?" Cheng Cezhi asked cautiously.
Although Ye Jia has always been gentle and gentle, but for some reason, Cheng Cezhi always felt that there was an abyss-like feeling in him, which made him feel uncontrollable awe, and he couldn't resist the temptation of curiosity to approach.
"Natural." Ye Jia replied without blushing.
He didn't have spiritual vision before entering the game, but after living in a place with the highest concentration of yin for so long, he naturally acquired this ability.
- After all, those who don't get it are already dead.
"Then why don't you work in the combat department since you have this talent?" Cheng Cezhi became excited: "Do you need help? I can find my uncle... "
Ye Jia: "..."
Go to combat department
Does he think he's working too little overtime, or is he worried that the bonuses on the hate list aren't high enough
Ye Jia: "No, I think it's good to eat and die in the logistics department."
Cheng Cezhi: "Yes..."
Ye Jia firmly interrupted him: "I love this job very much, and I will dedicate all my time and energy to the field I love."
Cheng Cezhi: "…"
Why would someone say "want to be a salted fish" so grandly
Ye Jia sent Cheng Cezhi, who had obviously recovered, to the door of his house. Before the other party left, he supported the door frame with his hands, and Chong Cezhi smiled slightly: "You won't tell others about today's affairs, right?"
The bright lights in the living room plated a layer of gold on the side of the young man's face, his light-colored eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression looked extraordinarily amiable.
But I don't know why, Cheng Cezhi suddenly started a cold war.
He shook his head like a rattle.
Ye Jia smiled and waved to him: "Good night."
As soon as the door closed, the little black hand poked out from Ye Jia's shoulder: "He said so, so you believe it?"
Ye Jia lowered his eyes and smiled gently: "Of course."
He picked his fingers lightly, and a black shadow emerged from his fingertips and drilled out along the crack of the door.
Little Black Hand: "!"
Ye Jia put his finger on his lips: "Because I have supervision."
Little Black Hand: "..."
Grass, this man is terrible.
I really want to go back to the game sooooooooooooooo.
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The dark and sticky night spread out, like thick black ink, immersing the entire city in it.
On an empty street corner, a narrow street lamp was lit alone, and a faint yellow light was drowned in the night.
"Zizi-"
In the intermittent sound of electric current, the lights flickered twice.
Almost in the blink of an eye, no one saw how it happened, and when the street lights came on, a figure suddenly appeared on the corner of the street.
The thick shadow spreads and stretches under the man's feet, splitting the light like a sharp blade, with a deep and coldness far away from the eternal world, and plunges straight into the bottomless night.
Ji Xuan looked up at the sky.
M city.
No one but him can see that a layer of ominous black air is shrouded in the sky over this small city. The dark fog is condensed, swirling, surging, and secretly peeping, as if waiting for some opportunity. similar.
He looked away indifferently, as if he didn't care.
Bright red dark lines slowly swelled up on the ground, rising like ocean waves, rushing towards Ji Xuan's feet.
The increasingly rich scarlet gradually condensed outlines and entities in front of the man's toes. Senbai's huge bones spread out like wings, and strands of flesh and blood hung between the bones, and a slow-moving blood-red liquid was wrapped under it. , the blurred and frightened faces of human beings and the torn stumps appear and disappear in the blood.
It looked up at the goat-like skull and looked at the man in front of it with its dark eye sockets.
Ji Xuan leaned down, his pale and slender fingers brushed gently over its skull, and his voice was calm and soft:
"Good boy."
At this time, from the bottomless darkness outside the street lamps, a faint whisper sounded:
"King, do you need us to find him?"
"No." Ji Xuan didn't lift his eyelids: "As long as he wants to hide, you will never find him."
He approached the monster and whispered something in its ear.
The huge monster turned around, and the scarlet and white backs swelled up, like a fish submerged in the sea, it quietly dived towards the ground, just like when it came, and disappeared without a trace.
Ji Xuan raised his eyes, and the cold light of Sen Liang flickered in the depths of his pupils:
"Track all the ghosts in this city and find their intersection."
The higher the level of Specter, the easier it is to be attracted to each other.
They are eager to kill each other, devour each other, and nourish and grow with the same kind of flesh and blood. This attraction is instinct. The darker and purer it is, the sweeter and more seductive it is.
- Except for games, there is no place to have such a strong ghost.
And the man he was trying to find was one of the best.
He is a natural magnet, although after deliberately restraining, this magnetism becomes very weak, so weak that it can be hidden in the large and small whirlpools of the city, but it will not disappear.
Even if he is perfectly hidden in human society, there will always be a series of strange things happening around him.
"Investigate all the data in that human organization and look for patterns."
The man's voice was indifferent and calm, conveying instructions methodically.
"Yes."
A faint voice sounded in the dark.
Immediately afterwards, everything fell silent again.
Ji Xuan looked at the dark sky in the distance, his eyes darkened, as if he had fallen into some distant memory.
A bloody smile flitted across his lips.
Before you know it, so long has passed...
Do you miss me? elder brother.