"What! What is this!"
Countless dark arms protruding from the elevator danced wildly in the narrow corridor, the thick and sticky shadows were like asphalt, the cold and sinister aura surged, and the temperature in the air became more and more cold to the bone.
"You! What the hell are you!"
As if being scalded, the little black hand made a strange "hissing" sound, and quickly shrank back for fear of avoiding it.
But what I didn't expect was that the young man who had been motionless just now suddenly flipped his wrist, and actually caught the little black hand in the palm of his hand.
"It's so hot!! It's so hot!!" A piercing scream sounded: "It's so icy! It's so icy!! Let me go!"
The phantom in the air had no substance and was intermittent, but the little black hand that was clasped in the opponent's palm couldn't break free from the young man's seemingly easy grasp no matter what.
It can feel that the pure and cold ghostly energy that almost makes it tremble is transmitted from the place where it is in contact with the other party. Bringing a trembling from instinct, it is like facing a predator that has not yet awakened, and it is just the breath that the other party vaguely leaks in the deep sleep, which makes it subconsciously fear.
No matter what it is, the existence in front of me is definitely not human!
But it does have breathing and heartbeat, and all vital signs are normal and impeccable.
What's even more frightening is that it can detect a little emotion transmitted from the other party, that emotion is very familiar - hunger.
"Monster!" It screamed tragically: "Monster!! Monster!!!"
Countless dark arms danced more and more frantically, hissing and screaming mixed with countless chaotic curses and threats.
Ye Jia had a headache from the noise. He pinched his fingers fiercely, and the little black hand seemed to be grabbing his neck by some invisible force. The arm swinging in the air suddenly froze and became quiet.
The dark mist on its body suddenly became lighter, as if a part of it had been swallowed up.
"Don't talk nonsense," Ye Jia's voice was still lazy: "I'm a human being, a real human being."
Wraith: "..."
- Ghosts won't believe you! ! !
The next second, feeling the threatening tightening of the palm on his body, the resentful spirit screamed: "You are human! You are human!"
Ye Jia relaxed a little with satisfaction.
He raised his head and glanced at Cheng Cezhi, who was lying on the side, unconscious.
The other party's face was pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and half of his body had been dragged into the elevator shaft. The black mist-like particles like gunpowder diffused from the place where he was deeply sunk. Even if he was separated by a few meters, he could clearly feel it coming out of cold and deadly air.
The place inside the elevator door is no longer human.
That is a layer of darkness created by resentment that overlaps the real world, and only Specters above B rank are capable of creating it.
If Cheng Cezhi was really dragged in, then there would be no bones left.
Ye Jia was thoughtful.
He has never seen a B-rank ghost in the real world.
and…
Ye Jia lowered his head and looked at the little black hand in his hand that was still struggling and trembling, his light-colored eyes narrowed slightly.
This should be the unusual energy fluctuation he just sensed in the elevator.
But... Compared to the normal B-rank Specter, this one is too weak.
But that's not the point.
Ye Jia shook the little black hand: "Pull my colleague back."
Ordinary humans can't stay in the resentment space for too long, even if only a small part of the body is caught in it, their vitality will be continuously lost.
Xiao Hei's hands trembled and humiliatedly obeyed.
The next second, a few thin, light-colored but grayish arms stretched out from the elevator shaft, grabbed Cheng Cezhi's legs and body, and slowly dragged him out of the darkness, then " Bang" and threw it into the open space.
Ye Jia: "..."
It's too much like throwing out the trash.
After Cheng Cezhi woke up, it was estimated that he would be in pain for several days.
"It's so cold... it's so hot..." the little black hand hissed and twisted in Ye Jia's palm: "Now you can let me go... hurry up..."
Ye Jia glanced at it lightly: "That can't be done."
Let the suspected B-level Specter continue to make trouble in his area? He didn't want to work overtime to death.
The young man's eyes drooped slightly, no matter the skin color or the color of his eyes, the pigment on his whole body was a little too light, like a pale phantom, which seemed out of place in the ghostly dark corridor.
He smiled:
"However, I can make this process a little faster."
In the next second, the slender fingertips flipped, and a silver-white forest cold light flashed across the lightning flashes in an instant - "呲."
The sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air sounded.
There were not even shrill screams and unnecessary struggles, and the shadow that had previously been huge like a beast suddenly disappeared, as if it had been erased directly from reality.
The darkness in the elevator slowly dissipated, revealing the old and dirty metal walls.
The cold temperature subsided little by little.
The sunlight penetrated through the blurred glass little by little, and plated the corridor with normal colors.
The elevator door jammed twice, then slowly closed.
·
I don't know how long it took.
Cheng Cezhi felt that he was being shaken: "... Hey, wake up."
His eyelids moved, and he slowly opened his eyes. Zhao Dong's concerned face came close: "What's wrong with you? Why are you lying here?"
At that moment, all the previous memories came back like a tide - the cold and sudden temperature, the dark elevator like another world, and the countless dark palms that rushed from it...
"Ahhh!!!" Cheng Cezhi screamed.
Zhao Dong was taken aback, hurriedly retreated, and rubbed his aching ears: "What are you doing!"
Cheng Cezhi suddenly bounced off the ground, but in the next second, a severe pain like being run over by a car instantly hit him, smashing him back to the ground like a blow to the head.
He grinned and gasped, and stopped screaming.
Ye Jia came over belatedly: "What's wrong?"
Cheng Cezhi shivered and turned to look at the elevator - the elevator was closed, and everything was as usual.
Pointing to the elevator, he stammered, "Hands,...there are many..."
Zhao Dong scratched his head: "Have you been caught in a nightmare?"
In places once haunted by ghosts, many unusual energy particles will be left behind, and these particles will affect the mentally unstable or those with weaker spiritual energy, causing them to see some terrifying hallucinations , which is the so-called nightmare.
OCS employees are more susceptible to these particles than ordinary people.
Ye Jia personally believes that this is related to their high-pressure work environment and excessive overtime hours.
He shook his head and sighed:
"I've spoken to the minister many times that it's unethical to overwhelm staff like this and we need a break."
Ye Jia sincerely proposed:
"When you go back and complain to the minister later, you should be able to ask for a few more days of paid leave."
Zhao Dong: "..."
Cheng Cezhi: "…"
So why are you so skilled!
With Zhao Dong's help, Cheng Cezhi slowly got up from the ground. He rubbed his sore neck and looked around at the extremely normal environment around him. The strange scene he had seen earlier disappeared like mist in the sunlight. , like a fantasy.
Could it be that... is he really being stunned
He looked down at the detector beside him, the detector had been broken, the screen was pitch black, and no data was collected.
Cheng Cezhi lowered his shoulders in frustration.
- This time the field work is a waste.
·
The Occult Authority is located in an office building not far from the city center.
The upper layer is for glasses, and the lower layer is for design.
And their sign on this floor is "Clean Energy Recycling" - commonly known as garbage disposal.
As expected of a government secret service.
Really hidden.
At the end of the dark and crowded corridor, the dusty "Logistics Department" sign hung crookedly on the door, and it was stuffed with debris. In the center of the debris, several small desks formed the entire office area of the logistics department.
Cheng Cezhi handed the scrapped detector to the head of the logistics department, Liu Zhaocheng, a serious middle-aged man with a slightly bald head. .
"I see." After listening to what happened, the minister said, "I'll give you an afternoon off. You can go to the medical department for an examination, and then go back and have a good rest..."
Before he finished speaking, Ye Jia slowly raised his hand: "Minister..."
"Don't think about it." Liu Zhaocheng said coldly without raising his eyelids, "Go to work."
Ye Jia: "..."
Being a social animal is too hard.
He looked sickly in the direction of his seat, but the next second, Ye Jia was stunned.
He didn't find his chair for a while.
Because everything was so thick and stacked with documents that there were barely any gaps to be seen on the desk.
"Dispose of it before tomorrow, otherwise the bonus will be deducted... If I remember correctly, your year-end bonus should not be much, right?" Minister Pi Xiaorou hooked the corner of his mouth without smiling: "Come on."
Ye Jia: "..."
That's not what I came into this department for.
What about freelance jobs? !
·
early morning.
The sky turned white.
Ye Jia yawned, stared sleepily at the mountains of documents that were still piled up in front of him, and rubbed his messy hair.
Fortunately, the minister was extrajudicial and allowed him to take the documents home to deal with, otherwise he would have to work overtime in the administration.
Ye Jia didn't want to stay in the department for so long, after all, his cubicle was too crowded.
He stretched, stood up slowly, dragged his shoes, and walked towards the kitchen.
- I don't know if it was his illusion, Ye Jia always felt that something was wrong in the city recently.
Not only was the serial disappearance case that made a lot of noise, but the number of supernatural incidents that have occurred recently is really unusual. There is an obvious shortage of personnel in the management bureau. All the staff are so busy, even the logistics department, which is usually the busiest, is working overtime. Added to dizziness.
Ye Jia squinted his eyes, and while thinking endlessly, he reached out and opened the door of the refrigerator—
A familiar little black hand came out of it.
Hidden tremblingly behind the refrigerator door, it shouted flatteringly:
"Hi! Good morning..."
Ye Jia: "..."
He slammed the refrigerator door with a bang.
The little black hand screamed with a "squeak", and then swayed back from the gap of the refrigerator door.
Ye Jia turned around expressionlessly, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it.
… Well, if you work overtime, you will have hallucinations.