There is still an hour before the appointed time.
Wu Su has begun to fidgeting.
His back was straight and straight, his collar was neatly tied, and the uniform on his body was stroked so evenly that no trace of dust or wrinkles could be seen.
Wu Su looked down at his watch over and over again, following the movement of the second hand, counting the time shortened by one minute and one second.
Even people who don't know him can see how nervous and anxious he is.
Dong Gua watched with schadenfreude, and said sarcastically: "Why are you nervous? Those who don't know think you are going to see your in-laws."
Wu Su glared at him fiercely: "It's none of your business."
Dong Gu obediently shut his mouth.
The dead silence spreads, and can only be heard in the quiet room.
After a few seconds, Wu Su couldn't stand it anymore. He hesitated for a few seconds, then turned his head and asked, "Well, you and ace, have you met?"
Dong Gu: "Just a few times."
"Are you familiar?"
Dong Gua nodded reservedly and said, "It's alright."
"Come on, you," Ke Zheng, a member of the team on the side, couldn't help but interjected: "Do you think we can't guess why you turned yourself in?"
To make a player with no moral bottom line willingly throw himself into the trap, the person who coerced him must have a strength that he cannot compete with.
Wu Su on the side seemed a little absent-minded, as if he did not hear the conversation between the two.
After lowering his head and looking at his watch for the 105th time, he turned his head to look at Dong Gua, and after holding it for a long time, he asked in a murmur:
"Ace, what is he like?"
"… "
Ke Zheng on the side couldn't bear to look directly away.
The captain of his family is fine, but he is a little irrational when it comes to chasing stars.
This question also stumped Dong Gu.
Although he wanted to rely on people's accurate vision, and he had met ace more than once, it was still not very difficult to get him to sum up who this mysterious leader of the standings was. It's hard to see through, even Dong Gu dare not claim that he can guess the other party's intentions.
He frowned, pondered for a long time, and then slowly said: "Well... very strong." And sometimes it's quite terrifying.
Wu Su and Ke Zheng: "..."
Is not this nonsensical
"Oh, forget it, what's the use of you asking this now?" Dong Gu finally gave up embarrassing himself, he shrugged and sighed: "Anyway, you'll know when you meet."
Wu Su saw that there was no information from Dong Gua this time, and a trace of disappointment flashed on his face under his beard.
Ke Zheng was silent for a while, and finally he couldn't help but ask:
"Brother Wu, are you so nervous?"
Wu Su stubbornly said, "I'm not nervous either..."
Dong Gu sneered aside.
Wu Su glared at him, then turned his head to look at Ke Zheng again, and sighed heavily: "It just feels... This time is passing too slowly."
Strange to say, generally speaking, interviews with mysterious characters are usually set in the middle of the night.
After all, the night is quiet and suitable for conspiracy.
But this one took a different approach and set the meeting time at 6:15 pm.
… and zeros and wholes.
What made Wu Su even more puzzled was that the meeting place they had agreed to meet was not only in the wild, nor was it a secret place, but a small milk tea shop on the other side of the city.
Dong Gu even thoughtfully sent the location of the milk tea shop to Wu Su.
It is no exaggeration to say that Wu Su's expression cracked when he saw the series of unsecret addresses.
This... is this some weird fetish of the boss
·
In fact, the reason why ace decided to meet at that milk tea shop is because…
He likes to drink the milk green from that house.
This milk tea shop is unremarkable, the usual flow of people is not much, and the taste of the drinks is average, but only the milk green is a must.
Sweet but not greasy, the taste is refreshing, both the tea flavor and the milk flavor are very strong, and when the two are perfectly blended together, the taste is simply addictive.
However, because the store is too far from his home, Ye Jia rarely finds a chance to drink.
And the reason why it was set at 6:15 pm...
It was because Ye Jia got off work at 6:00 pm every day, and the extra 15 minutes was to prevent any accidents - such as being suddenly called by Liu Zhaocheng to check the work, etc., resulting in insufficient time.
All in all, the plan is very compact and perfect.
Too bad it's not get off work time yet.
Ye Jia sat honestly in his logistics department's cubicle, with a large stack of unprocessed documents spread out in front of him, without a word on it.
So, he began to be in a daze again seriously, diligently fishing.
Suddenly, Ye Jia suddenly found out, it seems... Is his ear a little too quiet
Ye Jia then remembered what he had forgotten.
He raised his hand and touched his shoulder.
Then he pulled a soft little black hand off.
It seems to have passed out, and the color of its entire body has faded several points. Although it has lost consciousness, it is still clinging to Ye Jia's collar in a coma, as if afraid that the other party will shake him down.
Ye Jia shook the little black hand, and a rare trace of guilt rose in his heart.
He knew how powerful the ghost energy he released when he lost consciousness, and as the little black hand closest to him, he must be the first to be attacked.
It seems to have taken a direct hit from that time and never woke up.
Ye Jia injected some yin into Little Black Hand's body.
Although it is still soft, the color of the surface does not look as light as before.
After a few seconds, the little black hand woke up faintly.
The moment it saw Ye Jia, it let out a loud sob and complained: "You... you are so cruel!"
Ye Jia: "... Cough, sorry."
Xiao Hei held Ye Jia's palm in his hand and cried, "I thought I was going to die!"
Ye Jia was silent for a while, but finally he couldn't hold back, and said slowly:
"But, in a sense... aren't you dead?"
The little black hand choked.
It shouted angrily: "You are still tearing down my stage at this time! Do you have any sympathy!"
Ye Jia has a positive attitude: "I was wrong."
…like a punch to the cotton.
The little black hand was so angry that he could not go up or down, and in the end he could only snort angrily, and reluctantly said, "...I'll play with my phone later!"
Ye Jia nodded with a good temper: "Okay."
"Play for three hours!"
"Can."
"I want krypton gold to buy Happy Beans." Xiao Hei has a hand.
Ye Jia shook his head with a good temper: "Dream."
"..." The little black hand choked up: "You, you, you... Didn't you promise me before that you would give me half of your salary!"
Ye Jia said, "That's right."
He then added: "Next month."
Little Black Hand: "..." Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the other party really said that at the time
Failed.
Ye Jia thought about it carefully, and then added again: "If the performance and bonuses for the next month are not deducted, I should still be able to get a basic salary... Right?"
Little Black Hand: "..."
You humans are big hooves! ! !
It broke free from Ye Jia's palm angrily, turned its head and rushed into his pocket, and began to shut itself.
Ye Jia chuckled, feeling that the mood that he had just been spoiled by Jingling became peaceful again.
He looked up at the clock hanging in the office.
Five fifty-five.
It's almost time for get off work.
Ye Jia's mood became better.
He packed up the hills of documents on his desk, and then focused on the half-open door of the logistics department, as if waiting quietly for something.
When he reached the last frame in seconds and stopped at "12", Ye Jia stood up with a slam, and then rushed towards the door with a skilled movement technique that can only be acquired by training thousands of times, and left in an instant. office.
Liu Zhaocheng only felt a cool breeze passing over his bald head.
When he raised his head, Ye Jia's seat was empty, and even the figure disappeared from the door.
Liu Zhaocheng: "..."
This positive off-duty spirit of never working more than a second, and the stance that disappears into the office before being noticed by the boss...
I would like to call it a unique life.
under the Administration Building.
Ye Jia stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus, and a dark car slowly drove out of the parking lot below the building.
In the car, Ke Zheng saw him sharply:
"Hey, Brother Wu, wasn't that the member of the logistics department who reminded us a few days ago?"
Wu Su looked more nervous than before.
He looked in the direction Ke Zheng pointed, and his eyes stopped for a moment on the young man standing under the bus stop sign.
I don't know why, but the other party let Wu Su distract himself.
The young man was slender and tall, with a fair face, standing out in the half-falling sunset. I don't know why, but the moment people looked in that direction, they were caught by his presence— He has a very strange temperament, as if he is out of tune with the world around him, standing out in the crowd.
Wu Su retracted his gaze and motioned the driver to continue driving forward: "Go thank him next time, now we have more important things."
—Meet with ace.
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Six thirty-five.
A milk tea shop on the corner.
Wu Su opened the door and walked in. The store was very quiet, and there was no one else except him.
He paused, and looked around the empty storefront.
After confirming that he was the only customer in the store at this point in time, Wu Su concealed his fleeting disappointment, ordered a random cup of coffee, and sat down near the window.
The view from this place is the best.
From this angle, the main gate not far away, including the entire street outside the main gate, can be seen.
As long as a car pulls into the street, or if someone walks in this direction, he can see it immediately.
Wu Su's eyes were fixed on the door not far away, and he didn't dare to relax the whole time, as if he was worried that he would miss the other person's figure if he was distracted.
The muscles all over his body have begun to tighten instinctively, and his body and mind have been adjusted to the most alert state.
Under such circumstances, Wu Su couldn't control his heart tensing at every nuisance that appeared on the street.
Time passed by minute by minute.
As the appointed time approached, Wu Su's watch frequency gradually increased. He watched the second hand move slowly inside the dial, waiting rather tormented.
Three minutes left.
The whole street was empty.
Two minutes left.
A leaf was blown up by the wind and slid alone against the ground.
Wu Su's heart sank little by little.
Countless guesses rose from his heart—perhaps Dong Gu conveyed the wrong information, or maybe the other party changed his mind, or maybe it was delayed by something unexpected, and what’s more, all this was just that philistine player Make up a conspiracy to disturb their sight...
One minute left.
Wu Su slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and retracted his gaze.
Even if the other party did not arrive on time, he was prepared to wait here for at least three hours.
After all, this is the only player who has cleared the game.
As a person who has participated in the game, Wu Su is very aware of the horror of dungeons and ghosts in the game. He can't believe that there are actually players who can clear the level and return to the real world - this is simply more difficult than climbing to the sky, he It is hard to even imagine how powerful and terrifying the person who can achieve this achievement is.
more importantly…
Now the ghost gate is open, and all the ghost monsters who have been locked in the game have been released, causing harm to the world.
Getting help from an ace is the best hope for victory.
At this time, the employee of the milk tea shop walked over to him cautiously with the prepared coffee.
The coffee was a little full, the liquid level swayed erratically with her steps, the light brown coffee liquid slowly dripped down the bed, and the rich and slightly bitter coffee aroma spread in the empty cafe. Come.
Wu Su nodded at her and pointed to the table: "Put it here..."
Before he could finish his words, a hand stretched out from the side, with slender knuckles, fair skin, slender and steady fingertips, and gently and precisely dragged the waitress's somewhat unstable wrist: "Be careful."
The voice of the other party was slightly cold, like a cold spring melting in the early spring, low and clear.
But there was a gentle smile in the tone, which seemed extra polite and gentle: "I'll come."
Wu Su suddenly widened his eyes and turned to look in surprise.
I saw that hand lightly took the coffee from the waiter's hand and put it on the table.
The bottom of the cup touches the table, making a light "ding" sound.
— At the same time, the minute hand of the wall clock pointed firmly to the number 15.
Wu Su felt that he stopped breathing at that moment.
The young man's steps were as silent as a cat's, and he walked out of Wu Su's blind spot lightly, like a shadow, quickly and silently walked to the opposite side of his seat, and sat down gracefully.
He said lightly:
"This milk green is better than coffee, you can try it next time."
Wu Su felt his heartbeat soaring to 200, and he could hear the thumping sound of his heart in his ears, making it extremely noisy when it hit the eardrum.
His brain was so cluttered that he could barely make out any clear ideas, and only a few words in big and bold played in a loop in his brain:
is ace is ace is ace—
Ah ah ah! ! !
Wu Su cleared his throat, and his voice became hoarse and stagnant: "Just now, it's almost time, I haven't seen you coming, I thought..."
He pretended to be calm, but the word order was still a little out of place because of the tension.
"I like being punctual." The young man chuckled.
There is a strange charm about him that seems to make everyone who talks to him relax in an instant.
Wu Su took a deep breath slowly, and then stared at Ace sitting opposite him.
His clothes are simple and low-key, but his legs are slender and his body is tall and straight. The brim of the hood is not too low, but the shadow it casts still just covers the other's facial features, revealing only the white and sharp chin and beautiful lips.
Even if he didn't need to think about it, Wu Su knew that the other party must be using a special method to cover up his true appearance.
In fact, from the very beginning, he never expected the other party to meet him with his true colors.
After all, Wu Su had also heard about that hate list.
Not to mention the vicious monsters who tried to find him in exchange for money. Even the players who escaped from the game were mostly not good people. Instead, they might be even more dangerous and unpredictable than the ghosts.
Ace is willing to see him, for Wu Su, it is already a pie in the sky.
He almost got knocked out.
- Even now, Wu Su can't believe that he is sitting face to face with ace in a milk tea shop chatting.
Ye Jia ordered a cup of milk green.
Listening to the sound of the waiter's high heels gradually walking away, he turned to look at Wu Su, his voice steady and gentle: "I think, now we can talk openly and honestly."
Wu Su straightened his back cautiously and put his hands on his knees, looking more serious than the elementary school students who saw the teacher's home visit.
"So, what exactly happened in the game?" Ye Jia asked straight to the point.
"I don't know." Wu Su shook his head honestly: "The game that was releasing a mission to us one second ago lost its response the next second, and the players also groped for several days before they found out that the door had been opened."
Ye Jia was not prepared to ask the answer to this question from his mouth.
He nodded and continued to ask, "When did it happen?"
"About a month and a half ago."
Under the shadow of the hood, Ye Jia narrowed his eyes without a trace.
Indeed, the time can be right.
It was around that time that the workload of the Authority began to surge, and cases of disappearances and spooky deaths were reported in the media.
Milk Green brought it up.
Ye Jia gently rubbed the warm wall of the cup with his fingers and asked slowly, "Do you know anything about that ghost king?"
"Some, but not much." Wu Su said honestly.
Ye Jia cleared the game two years ago. Shortly after he left, a mysterious and powerful ghost appeared among the ghosts without warning. No player or ghost knew his origin, and no one knew where he was. A kind of ghost, I only know that his whereabouts are secret, his methods are cruel, he is crazy and does not distinguish between enemy and me, and soon after he appeared, he wiped out several races.
Smokers are one of them.
After such a wanton and brutal slaughter, he quickly gained a place among the S-rank high-level ghost world lords, and no one dared to provoke him.
After that, his strength and power expanded again, and he unscrupulously devoured the territory of other S-rank ghosts. After several bloody battles, one day, a line of bright red text floated on the hatred list in the game, celebrating the ghost king's birth.
Also on the same day, ace's name appeared at the top of the hate list.
"However, after I got to reality, I haven't heard much about this ghost king." Wu Su scratched his head, and seemed a little puzzled: "Now we often need to deal with the work, basically it is Specter in the game at Grade A and below."
After listening to the other party's description, Ye Jia lowered his head and took a sip of the milk tea in the cup, and a thoughtful look crossed the bottom of his lowered eyes.
He still remembers the question about the power behind the mother insect when Ami interrogated another ghost.
Obviously, the secrets of the high-level ghosts are probably more complicated than what they can see now.
Ye Jia put the milk tea on the table, looked up at Wu Su who was sitting opposite him, and said lightly:
"I would like to help you."
There was an uncontrollable look of joy on Wu Su's face.
Ye Jia: "If there is any problem that cannot be solved, contact me through this."
His voice fell, and a small black hand reached out from his shoulder and slowly pushed out a stack of papers.
This is a way of communicating information between players in the game. Write the message you want to pass on it, then fold it into a paper crane and burn it, and the paper crane will naturally return to the maker's hands.
Looking at the little black hand that suddenly appeared, Wu Su was startled and clenched his fists subconsciously.
This is... Ghostbusters.
This is a taboo and terrifying secret technique that can force Specter to use it for himself.
However, those with insufficient ability are easily devoured by backlash, and in the end, they are swallowed up by the evil spirits they support.
Wu Su has seen a lot of players who control ghosts, but like this... drive ghosts recklessly, and the other party can be obedient and obedient without complaining, he has never seen it before.
Looking at the young man in front of him, he became more and more awe-inspiring.
The retracted little black hand grabbed Ye Jia's collar and swallowed the tears silently.
The props in those games often rely on the yin qi to act on the object. In order to prevent others from getting the maker's own heart through yin qi, Ye Jia chose a simpler method - squeezing the little black hand.
So even if these props are obtained by someone with a heart, all the information that can be obtained is the ghost of this weak chicken.
Little Black Hand looked at his body, which had become shallow again, and choked up.
- Damn capitalist!
"But this kind of help is mutual." Ye Jia said calmly: "In some places, maybe you can help me too."
"No problem!" Wu Su said.
"One is the skinning murder case some time ago."
After the ghost bus disappeared, the skinning never happened again.
And this kind of disappearance is the most reassuring.
"And the other one is the ghost spider's lair." Ye Jia paused and continued slowly: "Turn over its cave inch by inch to find it, don't let any clues go, once you find anything, immediately contact me."
Soon, the conversation between the two ended.
Before parting, Wu Su finally began to not hold back his strong curiosity and asked:
"correct… "
The young man stopped and turned his head: "Huh?"
"That rumor... is it true?" Wu Su asked cautiously.
Ye Jia frowned suspiciously: "What rumor?"
"That's right," Wu Su was a little embarrassed, and his face under the beard looked particularly shy: "That's the one, you used to deceive the ghost king's feelings... or something?"
Ye Jia: "..."
He took a deep breath slowly, calmed himself down, and said slowly, word by word:
"Catch more ghosts and gossip less."
After speaking, he turned around and walked away without looking back.
Wu Su, who stayed where he was, stared blankly at the tall and straight back of the other party and scratched his head.
I don't know if it was his illusion, why did he always feel that there was a kind of gnashing of teeth in the other party's words just now
and-
ace doesn't seem to have a clear answer to the question just now...
I always feel like I know something amazing.
·
Ye Jia went out all the way with a gloomy face.
At this moment, the little black hand crawled out from his shoulders, and asked regularly:
"Can I play with my phone?"
Ye Jia took a deep breath and felt that his emotions finally calmed down, so he reached out and took out his mobile phone from his pocket: "...Give it."
As soon as the phone is taken out, the screen automatically turns on.
Ye Jia swiped across the screen, and his movements froze involuntarily.
He watched the twenty-five missed calls and eighty-two unread messages from Ami above, and fell into a deep silence.
today…
as if... as if... probably... maybe...
Is it the day to meet Ji Xuan to report on work