A stunned glance flashed across Ye Jia's eyes.
This is the first time his expression has changed tonight, like a small gap suddenly cracked in a perfect mask, revealing a hint of true emotion.
There was dead silence in the corridor.
Only the "ZZZZ" sound from the overhead voice-activated lights can be heard.
The little boy walked towards him from the end of the corridor, the dark whirlpool rolled behind him, as if eroding the light little by little:
"Brother, I miss you so much."
Ye Jia did not move.
He didn't step back, he didn't step forward, he just stood there, watching the little boy approaching him step by step.
"Why didn't you come to me?"
He approached step by step.
Question by sentence:
"Brother, don't you like me?"
The distance between the two narrowed little by little, and finally there was only one step left.
The boy raised a small pale face and looked at Ye Jia with those big dark and dark eyes, and his voice was hoarse that was unique to the juvenile voice changing period:
"Why did you leave me?"
Ye Jia lowered his eyes and looked at the little boy in front of him. The dark tide in the light-colored eyes was surging, like the gloomy sea before the storm hit.
"Brother, I'm so cold." The little boy looked at him sadly, his thin shoulders trembled slightly, and there were a few tears in his dark eyes.
-Finally, Ye Jia's fingertips on his side moved slightly.
He squatted down slowly, then opened his arms and gently hugged the little boy into his arms.
The little boy's pointed chin rested on the thin shoulder of the young man, and where the other party couldn't see, the whites of his eyes and pupils were dyed pitch-black, and his pale lips were slowly dyed blood-like bright red, strangely. Tilt up.
At this time, the young man opened his mouth close to his ear. His voice carried countless emotions and sighs, as well as a trace of unspeakable sadness:
"do you know… "
The deeper the upward arc of the scarlet mouth, the more greedy and terrifying it looks—
Go ahead and repent.
Let your soul brew more fragrant scents…
The next second, the other party's voice suddenly became cold and calm: "The first thing he will do when he sees me is not to come up and hug me."
Ye Jia's voice was as light as a sigh, even with a hint of a cool smile:
"—but kill me."
The smile on "Little Boy" froze: what...? !
Before it could react, a cold feeling suddenly passed through his chest, like a breeze.
"Little Boy" lowered his head slowly.
The huge sickle shone brightly in the dim light, and cut its body in half as easily as cutting tofu.
This this…
It was so big it could hardly believe what it was seeing.
Immediately afterwards, if there was substantial pain in its body, it began to roll and roll, and a shrill scream came from its high-hanging lips: "Ah ah ah-"
The little boy's form melted, and it turned into a pale and huge strange face, with a cobweb-like network of blood vessels connected to the bottom of the face. The floor is like nutrients.
That face roared unwillingly, the scarlet blood vessels danced frantically in mid-air, and a pair of dark eyes with no whites stared at the young man in front of him resentfully.
Ye Jia slowly stood up.
Pale fingers with clear joints gripped the black hilt of the sickle, and a pair of inorganic light-colored eyes drooped slightly, looking condescendingly at the monster struggling and roaring under his feet, slowly dissolving, and quickly chuckled:
“bon appétit.”
[I wish you a good appetite]
The weird and ugly face was twisted and burned on the ground, the color became lighter and lighter, and the deafening roars and screams were slowly getting smaller, and the stench floating in the air was rotten. The smell also became thin and faint.
The dark cloud that originally shrouded the entire residential building began to slowly disperse.
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes, and the tip of his pale tongue swept his lower lip.
- Actually, it tastes alright.
Especially compared to the smoker he ate earlier.
Kind of like radish.
Suddenly, as if feeling something, he raised his hand and rubbed his cheek.
The fingertips were stained bright red.
I don't know when Ye Jia's side face was cut with a thin cut, and a trace of blood slowly seeped out.
He frowned in annoyance.
Still just distracted.
On the pale skin, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a few seconds, there was only a shallow scar and blood that had not dried up.
Ye Jia turned and walked out.
As he passed the half-open door on the first floor, he paused and turned to look inside the room.
The stiff corpse of the old man sat quietly in the armchair, looking at the sky with absent-minded eyes, as if waiting for fate to come.
The crumpled paper fell to the ground.
Ye Jia hesitated, turned and walked into the room, bent over to pick up the piece of paper from the ground, and put it back on the old man's lap.
Just like in the beginning.
Before leaving, Ye Jia turned off the lights in the room.
He looked at the dark room and said, "Good night."
The night wind outside the residential building regained its previous warmth.
Ye Jia walked forward along the road, and the little black hand finally untied his body at this moment, and crawled back to Ye Jia's shoulders.
It grabbed Ye Jia's collar and glanced at his quiet profile secretly.
Finally, the little black hand mustered up his courage and asked cautiously:
"That... in the building just now, who is the last little boy?"
Ye Jia's sight fell far away in the vast night sky in the distance: "... an irrelevant person."
He retracted his gaze, glanced at the little black hand on his shoulder, and frowned:
"When did I let you out?"
Little Black Hand: "... huh."
Under the death stare of the other party, it re-tie itself back to the knot, and then crawled back into Ye Jia's pocket.
Little Black Hand stared blankly at the dark cloth in front of him.
Speaking of... It had seen the king's appearance secretly from a distance.
I don't know if it's an illusion, the kid just now... seems to be somewhat similar to Wang
It recalled Ye Jia's gaze just now, shivered, and shrank quietly into his pocket.
Forget it.
Wait until the boss forgets to use his deposit to charge Xiaojindou.
Still don't hit him in the muzzle.
·
the next day.
Ye Jia received a text message from Zhao Guangcheng.
Based on the loopholes in the confessions of Wang Shize and his wife, as well as clues found in their apartment, they have determined that the two of them are suspected of murdering Zhao Xiake. The police have filed a case for investigation. Help, obviously it won't be dismissed because of lack of evidence like last time.
Ye Jia put down the phone, and ignoring the staring eyes of the little black hand, he locked the screen and stuffed it into his pocket.
"Don't think about it." He shook his index finger expressionlessly.
Little Black Hand: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo let me play with my phone, I'm wrong!!!"
Ye Jia turned a blind eye to its prayer: "If you can't touch your phone for a week, you can't touch your phone for a week, and you can't touch it for a day."
Little Black Hand: "..."
Hard-hearted humans! ! !
It wilted and slung itself softly on the back of the chair, swaying in the wind like noodles.
Before it could get rid of its lost emotions, there was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door: "Brother Ye! It's me!"
It was Cheng Cezhi's voice.
The little black hand suddenly got up and rushed over to twist the door open.
Although he had seen it more than once, Cheng Cezhi was obviously uncomfortable with the non-human who opened the door for him.
The little black hand did not see anything.
It probed over enthusiastically: "Is there a landlord on the phone? Borrow it to play?"
Cheng Cezhi: "..."
Fight, fight the landlord
Ghosts still have this interest?
When Cheng Cezhi doubted his life, Ye Jia's voice came from afar:
"...don't give it to it!"
Cheng Cezhi: "…"
?
what
Ye Jia walked out of the room and glanced at the little black hand lightly.
Without even needing words, the little black hand obviously slumped and hung himself back on the back of the chair.
Cheng Cezhi stared blankly at the strange scene in front of him, and it took a long time to find his language function:
"This... is this...?"
Ye Jia smiled, but his voice sounded cold and scary: "It's nothing, it's just a punishment for spending money."
Cheng Cezhi: "…"
… This answer does not very well explain the doubts about the worldview in his mind.
"So," Ye Jia brought the topic back: "What are you doing here again?"
Cheng Cezhi: "...Brother Ye, the word "again" is very hurtful."
The smile on Ye Jia's face did not change, and it was obvious that he was not ready to comfort Cheng Cezhi's wounded heart.
Cheng Cezhi had no choice but to scratch his head and continued: "By the way, I'm here to tell you that Zhao Dong is on vacation due to an accidental injury, so the minister asked me to give you a message to end your vacation early."
He gave Ye Jia a warm smile: "I happened to be on the way, I can pass you a little bit!"
Ye Jia: "..."
Sure enough, the appearance of this newcomer is definitely not a good thing.
Ye Jia squeezed out a fake smile: "Do you understand now why I don't want to see you?"
His vacation ah ah ah! ! ! !
Cheng Cezhi: "...Understood."
I accidentally forgot that this is a fish-touching employee who doesn't want to go to work if he can take a vacation.
Sorry, I overstepped.
·
Inside an old residential building.
The old man's body was already cold, and suddenly, the back of the wrinkled hand jerked violently.
A face the size of a fingernail slowly stood out.
The face was white and strange, and the smile on the corner of the mouth was terrifyingly twisted.
Fortunately, when it first performed illusion, it kept a part of itself on this corpse, otherwise I am afraid that it would really be completely killed in that corridor.
Those pitch-black eyes with no whites were full of resentment and resentment.
Unexpectedly... Delicious food that was about to reach my mouth would actually kill myself.
It's abominable.
but…
There was a sinister and excited smile on the face with the big fingernails.
It now has a more valuable harvest.
That iconic scythe, and the ability that is powerful enough to crush most ghosts...
That's right, this time for sure.
ACE, which all the ghosts were searching for, actually appeared in front of it today.
hey hey hey...
Thinking of the astonishingly high bounty on the hatred list, the smile on that face became even more cheerful and wanton—as long as you provide the king with news, then it will be able to return to its strongest state in a short time, and may even jump Climb to the throne of A-level Specter.
And when Wang really catches ACE, it might get a share of the pie to avenge today's revenge.
Indulging in sweet fantasies, the corners of that face's mouth turned higher.
It separated out the only ray of Yin Qi left on its body and spread the news out.