The dream maker stepped back a few steps, his eyes fixed on the person who suddenly appeared behind Ye Jia, and the gentle face became hideous: "Ji Xuan..."
Ye Jia turned his head to look, and saw Ji Xuan slowly walking forward.
His brows and eyes are deep, and when his face is expressionless, he looks particularly oppressive, and there is a sense of coldness that oozes from his bones.
A pair of scarlet eyes squinted casually, looking down at each other condescendingly.
But only Ye Jia knows... This is because Ji Xuan is still weak!
His heart tightened.
Although even in the weak period, Ji Xuan's strength will not be weakened too much. But as an old player who has dealt with ghosts for many years, Ye Jia is very clear that the laws in Specter Ghosts are extremely similar to nature's cruelty, survival of the fittest, and the strong eat the weak.
Usually, the ghosts won't do anything under the coercion of the ghost king, but once they find that their leader is in a weak position, they will definitely be dissent, and even attack them in groups - especially when Ji Xuan is now clearly in opposition to his mother. Under these circumstances, many Specters are actually watching in the dark.
The reason why there has not been too much trouble in the world now, I have to say that a large part of the reason is that the Specters are concerned about this king who has an ambiguous position.
The reason why Ye Jia did not let Ji Xuan follow him to the f city was precisely because of this.
Once this advantage is lost, the chain reaction that may follow is uncontrollable.
Not far away, the dream maker quickly adjusted his somewhat out-of-control facial expression and regained his calm appearance.
He adjusted his sleeves, patted off the dust that did not exist on the high-grade fabrics, looked at Ye Jia, and said with a smile: "It seems that you really want to come here to smash the game."
"However, I'm not completely unprepared." The dream maker pulled out his chair and sat down slowly: "Look, my mother has already warned us that after the puppet master is caught by you, we will meet sooner or later. "
He raised his hand and tapped a button on the desktop.
In the next second, a projection screen slowly floated up on the entire wall beside it. The projections on it were actually the other three players who entered with Ye Jia—Chen Qingye, Wei Yue, and Blast.
The scenes behind the three of them are different, but they are all stared at by something in the dark.
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes and stared at him expressionlessly.
The dreamer said, "All three of them are in my building, right?"
Ye Jia's expression was slightly dark, and he fixedly stared at the other party.
"Of course... I believe that your companions are not weak, and I myself have no confidence in being able to catch them all." The dream maker propped his chin thoughtfully and said slowly: "So... just in case, I also prepared this."
He tapped the screen again.
The projection on the wall not far away changed instantly, turning into small squares the size of tofu cubes. Each square was a face of a person. Ye Jia recognized the one he had seen downstairs. A few employees, but many more faces are extremely unfamiliar.
The smile on the dreamer's face deepened: "There are more than 200 employees in my company, and there are thousands of ordinary people who have done normal transactions with me, and each of them has signed a contract with me - labor contract, investment contract ,wait wait wait… "
He rubbed his cheeks with his fingertips: "Of course, they didn't mortgage their souls, but as long as it's a contract, they'll be able to do things, right?"
The dream maker smiled: "If something happens to me, not only your companions will be attacked, but all these ordinary people who just want to live well... have to die."
There was a sly expression on his face: "I'm a ghost, I never have the so-called bottom line and humanity, but the question is, do you have it? Can you let these innocents die?"
The dream maker leaned forward and narrowed his eyes slightly successfully: "You never thought you were an indifferent person, didn't you?"
The expression on Ye Jia's face did not change, and he looked back at him coldly.
"No no no..." The dream maker leaned back on the back of his chair, reached for the pen on the table, and turned it casually: "I made a deal with you, and I was even close to touching your pen. Soul, my brothers and sisters have prepared a lot for your arrival, but only I know that none of this is necessary."
"If businessmen want to make money, they must understand the weaknesses of human beings. Only in this way can we be successful in the market." There was a sinister light in his eyes, and the smile on his face never changed: "As long as there are weaknesses, even if Tough, in me, it is as weak as an ant."
"Even for you, ace," said the dreamer contemptuously.
Ji Xuan's brows and eyes darkened slightly, as if he wanted to step forward,
But Ye Jia raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.
Ji Xuan lowered his eyes, glanced over Ye Jia's body, and stopped obediently.
The dream maker played with the tip of the pen in his hand and said, "Since there is nothing else to do with me... please leave?"
He had a gentle face and smiled: "I believe you don't need to ask me to call security, right?"
Ye Jia's mind moved slightly.
Now that the other party has had a showdown with him, the thousands of hostages are indeed not something he can't think about at all. In addition, Ji Xuan is not in his prime. In this case, it is harmful to go to war. It is better to leave temporarily and wait. After you think of a solution, make a plan.
He calmly smiled at the dream maker: "Of course I don't need to..."
Ye Jia's fingers held the man's slender and cold wrist and pulled him to turn and walk out.
However, before taking a few steps, the dreamer's lazy voice came from behind: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that the dignified ghost king would actually become a dog that is being slapped around by ordinary humans. It's a shame, isn't it? ?"
As soon as Ye Jia stopped, his brows and eyes cooled down a little with what the other party said.
He turned his head and looked behind him.
The smile on the dreamer's face was a bit malicious: "I don't know if the mother will feel sad when she sees her direct descendants wagging their tails and begging for mercy."
Ye Jia's voice was still calm and calm, with a bit of indifferent indifference: "I also want to know, she saw that her son was cut off by ordinary humans, and she has not even recovered until now, so she only dared to play tricks, And dare not face that weak human—how is she in her mood?”
The dreamer's face changed imperceptibly.
Ye Jia's lips were slightly raised, but there was no smile in the depths of those light-colored eyes, and the extremely oppressive aura spread out without any scruples: "I believe that she will not feel sad. After all, how can ordinary ghosts and direct descendants be compared?"
The jealous mockery of the dreamer was returned in its original form.
His face darkened uncontrollably, his twisted face covered with a sinister expression, and he stood up, his scarlet tongue twisting in his mouth, his long fingernails digging deep into the hard wooden tabletop , making a screeching sound, as if it would rush over and break his throat in the next second.
Ye Jia looked at him calmly.
In his hand, the huge phantom of the sickle suddenly appeared, the icy cold light flickered in the sun, and the sharp blade made the entire office look cramped.
The dreamer's action stopped.
His eyes fell on the sickle in Ye Jia's hand, his expression was slightly stiff, as if he had thought of some unpleasant memories.
"Unfortunately, my blade has forgotten what you taste like..."
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes, brushed the blade with his pale fingertips lightly, and said unhurriedly, "But don't worry, it will remember it sooner or later."
The dreamer stared at the young man in front of him with eyes that seemed to be able to chew and swallow him, but the other party smiled casually at him, then dragged the tall man beside him and walked out.
The door slammed shut behind him, making a dull echo in the long corridor.
Ye Jia had a calm face, grabbed Ji Xuan's arm, and dragged him forward quickly.
Ji Xuan didn't say anything, just lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the fingers of the other party on his wrist, and the expression on his face was a little happy.
Halfway through, Ye Jia stopped abruptly and turned to look at the man behind him.
Ji Xuan hurriedly stopped and looked at him innocently.
Ye Jia took a deep breath: "Next time, don't follow."
He sounded a bit gritted.
Ji Xuan also knew that he was wrong, and nodded obediently.
Ye Jia let go of his hand: "Go back..."
Ji Xuan sadly glanced at the position on his wrist that the other party had just held. The temperature of the young man's fingertips still seemed to remain on it, but he didn't really want to anger Ye Jia, who was on the verge of eruption, so he was very aware of current affairs. Nodding and saying, "Okay..."
His voice fell.
But... Ye Jia still saw the other party standing in front of him, looking back at him innocently.
Ye Jia: "What's wrong?"
Ji Xuan paused and said in a small voice, "I can't get out..."
Ye Jia: "..."
He asked, "Why?"
Ji Xuan: "You can't pull away the mythical creatures here."
He paused and explained, "I followed up because I left a mark on you."
So that's why dream-makers are so surprised when they see Ji Xuan.
Ye Jia took a long, deep breath, raised his hand tiredly, and pinched his eyebrows.
That being the case, if Ji Xuan wanted to leave, he could only go out with him.
but…
Ye Jia couldn't help but start to have a headache when he thought of the three people who were still waiting for him outside.
Ji Xuan said, "If you need me, I can become a child?"
Before Ye Jia could answer, he saw the tall man in front of him shrinking rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a little boy who reached the height of Ye Jia's waist.
Ji Xuan raised a delicate little face, his scarlet eyes had turned pitch-black at some point, he grabbed Ye Jia's hand hanging by his side, and shouted softly in a childish voice: "Brother... "
Ye Jia: "..."
Okay...
Although Ji Xuan's facial features in his childhood and adult states are similar, due to the completely different aura and the change in pupil color, even Ye Jia, who used to get along with him day and night, would have difficulty identifying him immediately. , not to mention other players who have only met a few times.
It is also difficult for ordinary people to imagine that Ji Xuan, the ghost king, would appear in the ghost company run by the dream maker as a child.
The welcoming lady stood outside the elevator with a sweet smile on her face, obviously waiting there from the beginning.
She turned her head and looked at Ye Jia: "You are preparing now..."
Miss Yingbin's voice paused, and she was stunned when she saw Ji Xuan. Obviously, she did not expect a strange child to appear on the top floor, which was strictly controlled.
Ye Jia: "He is with me."
The welcoming lady seemed to be at a loss: "But..."
Ye Jia twitched the corners of his mouth: "Don't worry, your boss knows."
"Okay..." After being explained, the smile on the welcome lady's face rose again: "I'm sorry, sir, please come in."
The elevator went down slowly.
When they landed on the ground floor, the elevator made a ding sound, and the metal door of the elevator slowly opened in front of the three of them.
As soon as the door opened, Wei Yue, Chen Qingye, and Blast seemed to be waiting there long ago.
They hurriedly surrounded them: "How is it?"
Almost at the same time, the eyes of each of them fell on the unfamiliar little boy beside Ye Jia. The three of them were stunned. They didn't seem to expect that there would suddenly be another person in the elevator: "This is...?"
The welcoming lady smiled and said, "This kid is with this gentleman."
Ye Jia: "..."
unwise…
He should have put a barrier on Ji Xuan to hide him from the beginning.
It's all to blame that the dream maker divided his spirit, otherwise he would not have been led astray by Ji Xuan's idea of becoming smaller in the corridor.
Moreover, this time he acted as ace with the other three, so... it would be very dangerous!
Ye Jia forced a smile at the three-faced players in front of him: "It's a long story..."
Soon, the four of them left the building.
After confirming that they should leave the dreamer's surveillance area, everyone turned to look at Ye Jia, as if waiting for his explanation.
Ye Jia: "..."
He took a deep breath, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "This..."
Ji Xuan also raised his head, a pair of dark and deep eyes fixedly looking at each other, as if waiting.
"It's my former companion." Ye Jia paused and introduced reluctantly.
Wei Yueyue blinked and seemed to suddenly remember something: "Oh! I heard that you have no teammates in the game, but have been with a child all the time, is that him?"
Ye Jia: "Yes..."
Chen Qingye and Blast both showed stunned expressions.
Although ace acted alone in the dungeon, most of the players he met outside the dungeon knew that he had been protecting a little boy, and no one knew why such a strong player would be kind. The cruel game also adds a fuel bottle to himself - after all, this little boy doesn't seem to be given a title by the game, people don't know his name, and the list at the front of the standings does not match this feature. The player, then, he can only live so long because of the protection of the boss.
This has always made many people envious and jealous.
What a cool experience to be able to be led by the top god on the list to win.
Chen Qingye, Wei Yue, and Blast also knew about the existence of this child, but after Ye Jia left the game, the child seemed to have disappeared and never appeared again.
Therefore, almost all players thought that after ace cleared, the child had no shelter, so he died in this cruel game.
Some people sighed, some sighed, and some gloated.
After the game crashed, although the three of Chen Qingye met ace in real life, they wisely did not mention the existence of this child.
- After all, after getting along for so long, they must have a deep relationship. It must be very sad for ace to know that his friend died in the game after he left.
But what they didn't expect was... They were able to meet this legendary character today.
blast widened his eyes in surprise: "So you actually survived..."
Chen Qingye kicked him expressionlessly.
Blast let out an oops, then closed his mouth resignedly.
However, he couldn't control the blast, but he couldn't control Wei Yue, who was also outspoken.
Wei Yue asked, "If he didn't die, why didn't he show up next to ace?"
Ye Jia: "..."
This question is really difficult to answer.
He couldn't say that this was actually not a player, but Ji Xuan who was the ghost king.
Ji Xuan raised his eyes and said obediently in a childish voice, "Because I made my brother angry."
Wei Yue's heart changed: "This way, I believe your brother has forgiven you, right?"
Ye Jia: "..."
This question is equally difficult to answer.
Ji Xuan said, "Not yet..."
He narrowed his eyes and smiled: "But I will try my best."
Wei Yue: "!"
sky! so cute!
Ye Jia cut off the increasingly dangerous topic in front of him and said, "Okay, now let's talk about what you found."
First of all, he simply repeated the conversation he had had with the dreamer on the top floor—of course, the version without Ji Xuan’s existence.
After listening to Ye Jia's narration, everyone fell into silence.
This amount of information... is really a bit large.
Chen Qingye: "So, you once fought against the dream maker and cut off his head?"
Ye Jia: "It seems that it should be like this."
Wei Yueyu showed a sudden realization: "So, that's why he disappeared suddenly... It turned out that he was severely injured and went to rest."
Blast couldn't hold back and asked, "That... do you really not remember at all?"
Ye Jia spread his hands: "Yes..."
Chen Qingye held his chin thoughtfully and said, "Since you said that the two of you had done a deal, your memory loss may be related to this."
Wei Yue Yue sighed: "Unfortunately, if you remember the specific content, then we will know exactly what we are dealing with. If we know his weakness, then we may be able to avoid hurting those thousands of people. Kill the dreamer with the hostages alive. And now…”
She didn't finish her words, but the others knew her voiceover very well.
Now, thousands of people's lives are tied to the dreamer's body, and if he dies, more innocents will also die—
The dreamer got at least one thing right.
He can have no bottom line and humanity.
However, they cannot sit idly by.
blast angrily kicked the pebble on the ground: "Then don't we have anything to do now?"
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly.
He gently rubbed the shallow scar on his wrist with his fingertips.
After leaving the top floor, the embossing and redness of the scar disappeared, returning to a near-skin color, and the pale wrist was smooth.
Ye Jia said slowly: "Not necessarily..."
In an instant, everyone looked at Ye Jia.
"Did you... remember something?" blast asked blankly.
Ye Jia shook his head.
He put down his wrists and continued: "I once signed a contract with the Dreamer, and all the other players who traded with him died, but I survived and damaged the Dreamer."
Ye Jia smiled briefly: "This shows that there must be loopholes in his contract."
Chen Qingye's eyes lit up: "Yes..."
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "If I can find it the first time, I can find it the second time."
His voice didn't fluctuate much when he spoke. Although his face could not be seen clearly, he couldn't help but feel convincing from his heart.
Ji Xuan raised his head and stared at the young man's face hidden in the shadows, his eyes twinkling.
-it's beautiful.
The other three cheered up as well.
Wei Yue asked, "What about us next? What are we going to do?"
"It's still according to the original plan." Ye Jia said: "First go and notify the Administration to see if this place can be monitored first, and then, according to the previous method, find and sign deals with dreamers in those death cases. Victims of death, look at them and see if they can find any breakthroughs."
"Okay..." The three nodded.
At this moment, the door of the building behind them was pushed open, and a man with vain feet walked out slowly.
He looked lethargic, with deep fatigue engraved on a face that had been through vicissitudes of life, with a thick blue-black under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept for a long time.
However, there was a hint of joy in his eyebrows.
Ye Jia's heart moved slightly.
He remembered this man.
When the elevator stopped for the first time, it was this man who was sitting outside the gate.
Ye Jia's heart turned as he thought, he stepped forward quickly, raised his voice and shouted: "Sir!"
The man was in a trance for a moment, and seemed to realize that the other party was calling him: "What's the matter?"
Ye Jia went straight to the topic: "Have you made a deal with the devil?"
The man looked at him in disbelief, his eyes wandered a little, and he said evasively, "You, what are you talking about, I don't know."
Ye Jia said: "I actually came here to make a deal with them, but when I saw the bet, I regretted it and put my soul on it... It's really not worth it, what do you think?"
A furious look appeared on the man's face: "You, what do you know?!"
He clenched his fists and roared: "My daughter is lying on the hospital bed, her life is unknown! If it were you, what would you do?"
"No matter what the cost, I can't let her die!" The man stared at Ye Jia viciously, with a choked sob in his angry voice: "As for those of you who stand and talk without back pain, go to hell! What I'm willing to sell is my business, and you don't need to worry about it!"
Ye Jia was stunned for a moment.
The man had a livid face, obviously made up his mind. He turned around and got into the car parked beside him. Then, the engine sounded and the car drove away.
Ye Jia fixedly looked at the gradually shrinking vehicle in the distance, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
Things went on step by step according to what Ye Jia said.
With the addition of the bureau's personnel, the screening efficiency became much faster - very quickly, the cases they had on hand went from fifteen to seventy, and then to two hundred.
After Ye Jia returned to the hotel, he began to read the documents non-stop, looking for any useful clues.
Time passed quickly, and the night gradually fell.
In the endless sea of information, finding a breakthrough becomes extraordinarily difficult.
Ye Jia felt a heavy weight beside the bed, he raised his head, and saw Ji Xuan sitting at the end of the bed, a pair of radiant scarlet pupils staring at him without blinking: "Brother, do you need help?"
He pursed his lips and smiled, and said softly, "Just a good night kiss is fine."