That night.
There was dead silence in the hospital, the lights were on in the empty hallway, and the two members of the combat department were slumped on their seats.
The lights in the ward are off.
Through the special isolation glass, you can see a slightly raised figure on the hospital bed.
Some kind of creepy gnawing sound came from the darkness, and it seemed more and more strange in the dark night.
Zhao Dong was lying on the bed, burnt out of consciousness.
His consciousness was blurred, but he was still awake.
He can feel that something evil grows and grows inside his body, greedily gnawing at his flesh and internal organs, the unbearable tingling and pain are like thousands of worms in his bones Climbing up is like life rather than death.
The light in the corridor shines through the window into the dark ward, becoming the only light source.
Under the dim light, a shadow appeared silently.
Is it a hallucination
Or burnt out
The weak Zhao Dong opened his eyes with difficulty, trying to see the figure approaching his bed.
The quilt was lifted.
The living creatures in his body suddenly agitated without warning, colliding violently in his body—
Zhao Dong's body jolted violently, reflexively trying to dodge and struggle.
At this moment, his eyes suddenly darkened.
A cold hand silently covered his hot eyelids:
"Shh."
The temperature of the opponent's palm was very cold, like ice that suddenly fell into boiling water, which made him tremble.
There is an intimate feeling.
For some reason, Zhao Dong's heart calmed down inexplicably.
After confirming that Zhao Dong was no longer struggling, Ye Jia lowered his head to examine the current situation of the other party.
The appalling swelling and bruising had spread from the other's calf to the chest, and on the almost unrecognizable human-shaped body, there were countless larvae squirming under the skin, looking ugly and terrifying.
Ye Jia took out the egg sac from his pocket and carefully cut a slit.
The translucent sticky liquid dripped on the other's knees.
One drop, two drops, three drops.
Like sharks smelling blood, the wriggling larvae scrambled towards where the liquid fell.
The translucent juvenile ghost spiders crawled out one by one from the inside of each other's skin like water squeezed out of a sponge.
Climb out one, and Ye Jia crushed one to death.
Soon, all the larvae crawled out, and Zhao Dong's skin finally stopped rolling and rolling, and the color was no longer that terrifying blue and purple, but the swelling might take days or even weeks to subside.
It will take a long time for a human being parasitized by the eggs of a ghost spider to fully recover.
- Not only physical, but also psychological.
Listening to Zhao Dong's steady breathing in the darkness, Ye Jia glanced out the window.
The night is still dark.
The whole city fell into a deep slumber, with only a sparse light moving slowly in the distance.
Ye Jia sighed.
never mind.
Do good things to the end, and send Buddha to the West.
- There are still so many people hanging in the ghost spider's cave.
·
By the time everything was done, the sky had already turned white, and the morning light spread from the edge of the world, dispelling the darkness little by little, and gradually lighting up the entire sky.
Ye Jia finally returned home.
He changed out of his clothes that were soaked with blood and spider fluids, and then threw himself onto the bed heavily, with a hoarse grunt in his throat.
Grass, too tired.
The follow-up of dealing with the ghost spider is not very tiring. After all, in terms of intensity and danger, the dungeon in the game is still better.
The part of the confrontation with Ji Xuan was the most exhausting part of the whole night.
Ye Jia stared at the ceiling and carefully went through the conversation between himself and Ji Xuan in his mind.
Although it is very hanging, it seems... The other party seems to have not discovered his identity for the time being
He was a little unsure.
The days in the game seem to have been a matter of a previous life, and Ji Xuan himself, at that time, was already an unstable time bomb. After he became the ghost king, Ye Jia could not judge what he was thinking. , or what to do next.
And now, he has become the other party's "undercover" in the Occult Authority...
Gan.
Ye Jia turned over and buried his head in the pillow.
closed.
"Why don't you run away?" The little black hand leaned closer to his pillow.
Since it realized that it and Ye Jia are a line of grasshoppers, it has become very enthusiastic about Ye Jia's life safety: "Do you need me to write a resignation letter for you?"
"Resign your head." Ye Jia glared at it indifferently.
"Are you stupid?" He said unceremoniously, "Do you think the ghost king would unsuspectingly entrust a ghost who was suspected of betraying him just now?"
The little black hand who was said to be stupid: "Hey."
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly: "He did this, it only means that he has a backhand, so that he is not afraid of me going against the water."
"It's a temptation," he said.
"Then..." Little Black Hand asked cautiously, "Then what are you going to do?"
Ye Jia: "Stand down and don't move."
He can't predict the opponent's next actions now, and he can't act rashly and leave a handle.
The worst is...
See you in battle again.
Ye Jia gently rubbed his fingertips, his pale eyes drooped slightly, and the coldness at the bottom of his eyes flashed away.
-Since you can kill him once, you will naturally be able to kill him a second time.
"So," the little black hand finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked boldly, "What happened in the first place?"
Ye Jia glanced at it: "Are you curious?"
The little black hand gave a heavy "Yeah!".
So curious, curious to die!
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes, and a smile passed from his lips: "That's it..."
"!!!" Xiao Hei's hands trembled, and instinctively stepped back, there was something wrong with his intuition—
This smile is all too familiar...
Every time the other party wants to trick him, he will put on this expression!
"I've been running for a day today, I'm really tired, but I still have a lot of work to do, and it's a bit too time-consuming to recall the past..." Ye Jia said with a smile: "That's good, you help me deal with it. I'll tell you the documents for a month."
Little Black Hand: "..."
I knew it! ! !
It gritted its teeth: "Half a month!"
Ye Jia's expression remained unchanged: "Two months."
Little Black Hand: "..."
Come on, profiteer.
The little black hand was forced to back down: "...a month is just a month."
Ye Jia said casually, "Two and a half months."
Little Black Hand: "!"
It was distraught: "You are oppressing! Exploitation! Capitalists without humanity!"
- It seems that playing with the mobile phone has taught the little black hand a lot of new vocabulary.
Ye Jia sneered: "I have one salary now, two bosses above my head, and I have to work overtime without pay for two jobs on both sides. Did I say anything?"
Little Black Hand: "...Deal."
It was forced to sign a treaty that humiliated the country, and then began to work hard in the study to deal with the unfinished documents that Ye Jia brought home.
The tip of the pen slid across the page, making a rustling sound.
Ye Jia's knees were slightly bent, his back was leaning against the head of the bed, and he turned his head to look out the window.
The sun rises.
The morning sun broke through the clouds, and the sky changed from purple, dark blue, to pale blue, layer by layer, and the world gradually became brighter.
Bright sunlight poured in from the half-open window, coating the young man's pale porcelain side face with a light golden edge.
In the morning light, Ye Jia half-squinted his eyes, the pale pupil color was almost transparent, and the long eyelashes showed a fluffy texture in the sunlight, blocking the look of his eyes.
—Experience taught him to look back less often.
I don’t know how many players are overwhelmed by the heavy memories they carry, collapse in the gap between the bloody reality and the bloody past. If you want to survive the game, you must throw away some things and learn to forget.
Since clearing the level, Ye Jia has not recalled that experience in the game for a long time.
Busy and trivial chores fill every day of his life, making him almost forget where he once struggled to climb out.
And this layer of surface is like a thin layer of scars. It is so fragile that it will shatter with just a gentle pull, exposing the bloody wounds and abscesses hidden underneath.
- Only then will he realize that he has not forgotten anything.
Those memories and pictures just lurked patiently, quietly waiting for the right moment. At that moment, they would roar unstoppably like a flood that burst a dyke.
Ye Jia closed his eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, the real emotion at that moment evaporated like a thin frost in the sun, and I couldn't find a trace of it.
He took out his phone and took a look.
Six forty.
Ye Jia yawned, and casually pressed the alarm that had not yet sounded.
Forget it, skip work today.
He thought for a while, then threw the phone aside without any psychological burden, and threw himself back to the bed again.
·
Stumps, blood, ferocious pale facial features, mutilated corpses, and the smell of killing permeates everywhere.
The broken picture revolves like a dark vortex.
In the center of the whirlpool, stood a little boy.
His chin was sharp, his face was pale, and there was a faint dark red surging in the depths of his dark eyes, like a scarlet blood that spread out in the night.
He looked over quietly, a bit of cold paranoia rolling in the depths of his eyes, a kind of elusive madness.
There was a huge hole in the boy's chest, as if it had been pierced by some sharp weapon, but what flowed out of his chest was not blood, but a thick and thick, almost black-colored, cold ghost.
Ye Jia watched helplessly as the little boy approached him step by step.
"elder brother."
There was a kind of innocence in the child's voice, and he shouted crisply: "Don't you remember me?"
But in the next second, his voice suddenly became low and hoarse, with the peculiar magnetism of adult men:
"…Why are you running away?"
The tall man bent down, and a deep shadow covered him.
The opponent's pupils were scarlet and dark, like the flow of viscous blood, he approached with a smile but not a smile, his icy lips were close to Ye Jia's ears, and his body was wrapped in the cold breath of death:
"Don't you like me?—Brother."
Ye Jia suddenly opened his eyes, he gasped, his chest heaving up and down violently.
Twilight had come, and the room was shrouded in a haze of warm light.
After a long time, he regained his breath and slowly got up.
Ye Jia rubbed his temples and cursed with a splitting headache.
Oh shit.
Ji Xuan of Dog Day.
Never let him go in a dream.
Ye Jia reached out and retrieved the phone that he had thrown on the bedside table.
Surprisingly, there were no angry messages from the minister and serial phone calls on the phone. On the contrary, Liu Zhaocheng sent a message of condolences in a gentle tone. While instructing him to take care of his health, he also mentioned Zhao Dong's body. It's getting better, and although they haven't figured out why, they're all greatly relieved.
Ye Jia turned up.
It turned out that the little black hand asked for leave for him - the tone was soft and not humble, pitiful but not miserable, it was an example of sick leave.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Huh, yes.
Top-notch social media.
While Ye Jia was still pondering how to continue to squeeze the little black hand better and more efficiently, so that he would willingly do hard work for himself, the mobile phone in his palm suddenly vibrated twice.
On the notification bar, a familiar cat head jumped out.
[Catmao loves to eat fish: Brother, it's done.]
Ye Jia: "..."
Damn, why is this ghost more adaptable to modern civilization than himself.
It's not fair!