In the next second, the little black hand, which was squeezed into a thin sheet, slid out of the gap in the refrigerator again, and relentlessly reached Ye Jia's face, shaking greatly:
"Can you see me? I don't believe you can't see me, friend? friend?"
Ye Jia's hand holding the water cup tightened: "..."
It doesn't appear to be a hallucination.
He took a deep breath and said slowly, "...I killed you."
Are your business skills already so rusty? This kind of thing that should have been wiped out can actually dance in front of him again
"Yes, it is… "
As if feeling a vague sense of danger, the little black hand swayed a lot less: "Almost all of my energy is gone, and thanks to this, I can wake up... But..."
"I, I found out... I can't leave the 100-meter radius around you..." The little black hand shrank into a ball, "I will be discovered sooner or later, so let's talk about it, although I don't remember what happened before. It's very clear, but I know the smell on you very well, you want to be stronger, right? I think we can benefit each other because you see, as a ghost, I can give you some ways and methods, and you, just need It's enough to even out a little bit of vitality and let me recover..."
It became more and more arrogant, and excitedly swayed its little black hands, as if it had seen its own bright future.
Ye Jia: "..."
This ghost is really noisy.
He rubbed his temples, which were slightly swollen from working overtime, and clasped the empty cup in his hand with a "snap" against the little black hand that kept shaking.
Little Black Hand: "..."? ?
It tried to incarnate and escape from the glass - but it couldn't.
The phantom ran rampant in the glass, making a "ding ding ding" sound, but the small glass that was buckled on the head was like an iron wall, not only could not escape from it, but could not even be moved.
The little black hand panicked: "You, what have you done? Why can't I get out?"
"You said you didn't remember too well before?" Ye Jia yawned.
His eyes were full of lifelessness caused by lack of sleep, and he said blankly, "It's okay, I'll remind you."
The shadows slowly gathered in his hands.
The temperature in the room dropped several degrees in an instant, and a non-physical shadow enveloped the entire room, and a sense of danger of a steep ice cold gradually descended.
Ye Jia smiled briefly:
"It was my mistake last time, not this time."
The little black hand instinctively stepped back, turned into a thin piece of paper, tightly pressed against the glass behind him, and screamed in horror:
"Wait a minute!!! Good negotiation, good negotiation!! You, you, don't come here—"
The phantom turned into an entity in Ye Jia's hands.
It was a sickle.
The simple and unpretentious bone handle is slender and slender, holding a crescent-like blade. The blade is like a condensed pool of clear moonlight. .
… wait, scythe
"It's you?!" The little black hand screamed.
The next second, the sickle swiped down—
It cut through the air with ease, and the paper-thin blade fell like a phantom, without hurting the wall of the cup at all, and came to the little black hand silently and quickly.
Then he stopped abruptly in front of it.
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes: "You know me?"
The little black hand rolled and crawled to the corner of the cup away from the sickle, stammering and screaming: "Ace! You are Ace!"
Ye Jia was startled.
In the next second, the phantom of the sickle turned into pitch-black smoke and instantly disappeared into the air.
He hadn't heard this name for a long time.
Ace, the only clear player in the infinite stream escape game, the uncrowned king that no one can surpass on the standings.
- From the moment he left the game, Ye Jia thought that this name would never ring in his ears again.
"You, you are the one with the highest ranking on the hate list! Now, just for a clue about you, the reward amount has already reached 80 million points!"
Ye Jia: "..."
?
what the hell
Number one on the hate list?
There are open and dark lists in the game, the open list is the standings list, and the dark list is the hatred list. There are more Specter who are willing to give strength and points to buy his life.
If you offend some ghosts who have been practicing for a hundred years and have no strength to cut the grass and root, then wait for the list to be famous, and be chased by other ghosts who are obsessed with profit.
In Ye Jia's memory, his ranking on the list has never been high.
—I'm just wandering outside the 20th or 30th place.
After all, despite his reputation, Ye Jia believed that he was low-key and rarely involved in the wickedness between ghosts and players, and even if there were any grudges, he often resolved them on the spot, and rarely stayed overnight.
And more importantly...
Ye Jia repeated in disbelief: "Eighty million points???"
He thought about it carefully and asked:
"Can it be exchanged for RMB?"
Little Black Hand: "...?"
Is your point wrong
After thinking deeply, Ye Jia sighed regretfully.
The bounty on the hate list is not good, and the game is broken, and the exchange is also a big problem, otherwise he really wants to take this bounty.
He reluctantly took his attention away from his poor salary and bonus, and continued to ask:
"Who posted it?"
"Who could it be?" Little Black Hand answered rightly, "Of course it's the king."
king? what is that
Ye Jia was even more confused.
There is indeed a clear class between the ghosts, and there is a clear distinction between the ghosts and the ghosts, but the king? Never heard of it.
At least before he cleared the customs, this king did not exist at all.
"Apart from that king?" Ye Jia asked, "Who else offers me a reward?"
The little black hand replied: "No more."
Ye Jia: "?"
how is this possible
Before he cleared the customs, there were not a few thousand or hundreds of Specters who offered him a reward. How could it be fewer now
This unscientific!
"No, but that bounty is just a bounty clue!" Maybe because Ye Jia was worried that he would be plotted against him, the little black hand quickly expressed his loyalty: "And, boss, you believe me! My spiritual body is already tied to you now. , I don't dare to betray you even if you give me eight hundred courage!"
"… "Only offering a bounty for clues? Do not die
Ye Jia almost laughed.
Is there such a gentle ghost in the game
Do not make jokes.
- Ghosts have no moral bottom line. Ye Jia never planned to believe every word this guy said from the beginning, let alone something so outrageous.
Ye Jia easily put the topic aside.
He turned around:
"So, you came out of the game?"
"Yes, yes!" The little black hand clinged to the wall of the cup and replied tremblingly.
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes: "How did you do it?"
Xiao Hei's hands shrank even smaller: "I, I don't know! One day, the door suddenly opened! So I came out!"
After listening to its answer, Ye Jia suddenly had an ominous premonition.
he asked:
"Apart from you, who else came out?"
"I don't know," the little black hand shook his hand: "The door is there, as long as you can see it, you can come out, I think."
Ye Jia was startled.
Through the thin wall, I can vaguely hear the sound of the oversized morning news broadcast next door:
“… In recent days, disappearances have occurred frequently, and the police are currently investigating…”
Ye Jia's eyes darkened slightly.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the little black hand who was held upside down in the cup, his tone softened:
"Thank you for telling me about it."
However, before the little black hand could breathe a sigh of relief, the next second, the blade condensed in the air again.
Ye Jia lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes:
"Now your mission is over."
Little Black Hand: "..."
... Who the hell are we
Seeing that the blade was about to approach, it screamed again: "Wait blah blah! I have something else to tell you!"
"You all went to that building to find the girl's spirit body, right!!" Xiaohei said incoherently, "I was so hungry that I ate the rest of her spirit body, but I didn't. Thinking that the inside has been polluted! That's why I lost my mind and was eroded by resentment! I have the remaining memories of her!!"
Ye Jia Ye Jia made a move:
"Um?"
"I can take you to the last place in her memory!" The little black hand trembled, and unknowingly used the honorific: "I beg you to be merciful! I'm very useful!"
The sickle disappeared.
Ye Jia was thoughtful.
The last place in memory...
It is very likely that it will be the origin of the chaos.
He turned his head to look at the documents that were almost half a person high on his desk, and the headache from staying up all night struck again—
One case of disappearance, which falls to the logistics department, is equal to one hundred and twenty-eight documents.
Let the unknown ghost continue to act recklessly, and so on, two people are two hundred and fifty-six, three people are three hundred and eighty-four...
After finishing this simple arithmetic, Ye Jia gasped in fright.
According to this increase, let alone two-day breaks, his annual leave is estimated to be wasted.
- He doesn't want to die from overwork at a young age!
Ye Jia lowered his head and carefully examined the glass for a few seconds, before the little black hand trembled and thought he was going to die.
He took a deep breath slowly, gritted his teeth, and said with difficulty:
"… let's go."
Working overtime without pay is too bad.
·
There are people all around.
The aunt with a vegetable basket, the middle school students preparing to go to school, and the elites in suits and leather shoes all crowded into the small bus stop.
Ye Jia, who had not slept all night and had no time to rest, stood in the crowd expressionlessly, with a look of hopelessness and malaise.
He lowered his voice: "Are you sure... the last place in that girl's memory is the bus?"
"Of course!" The little black hand, who couldn't be seen by others, squatted on Ye Jia's shoulder and replied.
Ye Jia: "Could it be where she wants to go?"
"No." The little black hand replied confidently: "I remember, the last scene she saw before her death was in the bus!"
"Which way?"
"This... I don't know either." The little black hand's voice narrowed: "But once the car arrives, her grievance will respond, and I know it!"
It flattered and pinched his shoulders with two dark hands sticking out: "Don't worry, right now! The car will be here soon."
Ye Jia said gloomily:
"...it had better be."
As time went on, the people around him crowded on the bus and left in waves.
The sun overhead gradually rose three poles, and then gradually set in the west.
There are fewer and fewer people under the stop sign, and the air pressure around Ye Jia is also getting lower and lower.
Xiao Hei's palm trembled in fear, shrinking smaller and smaller.
Finally, when the sun was about to reach three poles, a bus turned around the corner and drove over, and the number on it could be seen from a distance: 148 Road.
"This!" The little black hand instantly became active and began to wave his body.
Ye Jia glanced at it coolly.
At this moment, the bus stopped in front of him, and the folding door slowly opened in front of him.
Ye Jia walked up. He stretched out his hand and took out two coins from his pocket. He was about to throw them into the coin box, but he heard a surprised voice not far away:
"Brother Ye?"
The two coins rolled down, making a jingling sound.
Ye Jia raised his head in amazement and looked in the direction from which the voice came.
Although it was daytime, the inside of the carriage was empty, with only a few people with their heads covered sitting in the corner of the bus, shaking as the car started.
In the middle of the car, near the window, Ye Jia saw a familiar face.
Cheng Cezhi waved to him excitedly:
"Brother Ye! I didn't expect it to be you!"
Ye Jia: "..."
Damn, why is he here.
The little black hand whispered in his ear, "Boss, do you know him?"
Ye Jia ignored it.
Holding the handrail, he walked quickly towards Cheng Cezhi in the exercising carriage.
Cheng Cezhi actively moved inwards to make room for Ye Jia, and then chattered: "I really didn't expect the medical department of our bureau to be so far away, it was too late yesterday afternoon, I guess I won't be able to go home until 11 or 12 o'clock in the evening, so I decided to go today, anyway, the minister gave me three days off..."
"Three days?" Ye Jia was shocked.
Cheng Cezhi nodded happily: "Yes, I think our minister still cares about his subordinates!"
"..." Ye Jia, who had never been granted leave for more than half a day, fell silent.
Cheng Cezhi has no idea:
"Brother Ye, don't you feel uncomfortable in that building? It's a good thing to check it out, after all, it's not fun to be trapped in a nightmare. The resentful spirits passing through that building are probably quite strong, even ordinary people. Everyone will be affected, and when I go back, it will be a nightmare to sit for the rest of the night."
The resentful spirit in his mouth is sitting on Ye Jia's shoulder at the moment, playing with his fingers idly.
Ye Jia took a deep breath and interrupted him:
"Get out of the car quickly."
Cheng Ceyi was stunned: "Well...? Why?"
"You got on the wrong bus." Ye Jia said concisely: "The bus to the medical department is No. 48."
Cheng Ceyi was stunned: "Huh? I just came to M City not long ago, so I'm not familiar with this aspect."
He lowered his head and rummaged through the medical manual distributed by the department in his hand, and in the car, which was so quiet that only the engine could be heard running, he made a clattering sound: "Yes, it is indeed Route 48, I'm so stupid that I can see it all wrong. … well, I have never heard that there is Route 148 in M city…”
As Cheng Ce said, he stood up and raised his voice to shout:
"Master driver! Hello! I'm sorry! Can I stop at the next stop!"
Ye Jia turned to let him walk over, glanced out the window of the bus inadvertently, and then suddenly stopped.
The sun-drenched weather before did not know when it disappeared, and the spacious and neat asphalt road was shrouded in the rolling gloomy mist, surging slowly against the bus window, dark and cold, and invisible malice lingering, from Peeking into the bus in the thick fog.
The car was bumpy, but the interior was dead silent.
The whole car was enveloped in a silent silence, and there was an eerie and eerie atmosphere.
Ye Jia's heart "squeaked".
I'm afraid it's too late to get off now.
He turned his head abruptly, looked at Cheng Cezhi, who was unaware, and said abruptly:
"Wait… "
But the next second, the car stopped.
Ye Jia choked.
—Why doesn’t this car follow the routine
Then, with a "click", the door opened.
Cheng Cezhi happily thanked: "Thank you, master!"
After he finished speaking, he walked towards the car door.
But before he could get to the door, he only heard two "hums", the lights inside the bus flickered twice, and the inside of the bus was as silent as death. The next second, the entire body seemed to be oppressed by a heavy object, and suddenly tilted to one side—
It's like something has come up.
Going over Cheng Cezhi's shoulder, Ye Jia clearly saw the behemoth that made the whole car lean to one side.
Unexpectedly, it was a very thin person.
Nearly two meters tall, his thin arms and legs are like bamboo poles, as if only a layer of skin is wrapped around bones, like a shadow.
The invisible thick fog almost engulfed the thin and slender limbs from behind it, making its body appear thinner and thinner like a piece of paper, and even more strange and ugly in such an environment.
Ye Jia: "..."
Come on, acquaintance.