"..." Ye Jia narrowed his eyes, his pale pupils flickering with an unpredictable look under his long eyelashes.
After a long time, he rolled up the document, raised his hand and slapped Ji Xuan's head fiercely.
"Ugh?"
Ji Xuan was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to cover the back of his head, blinked, and looked at each other blankly.
"Thank you for your suggestion." Ye Jia stood up slowly and took out a few copies from the documents in front of him.
He smiled slightly and said, "But, no need."
Ye Jia picked up his mobile phone and dialed the contact person of the Occult Authority. After a few simple greetings, he asked, "How did you check the dream maker company?"
On the opposite side, Liang Yi sounded a little embarrassed: "We have already contacted the industrial and commercial side, and also communicated with the police station. All procedures of the company are legal and compliant, and there are no loopholes in taxation and finance, let alone Any criminal records… We have people nearby to monitor, but the chances of getting information from the outside are really unlikely… ”
Ye Jia nodded thoughtfully.
He was not prepared to start in this regard from the beginning. Since the dreamer dared to step into the light from the dark, it means that he has absolute confidence in it.
After thinking for two seconds, Ye Jia lowered his eyes and said slowly, "I need specific information on several cases now."
He lined up the documents he had just pulled out one by one in front of him, and read out the labels on them.
Liang Yi said cheerfully, "Okay..."
Soon, Ye Jia's cell phone dinged, and he turned it over with a satisfied look on his face.
"Finally, help me find a license plate."
"No problem, you say." Liang Yi's voice came from the side of the microphone.
—This is the license plate of the car driven by the man who signed the contract with the dream maker yesterday. Although he left without saying anything, Ye Jia silently recorded his license plate number.
Soon, the relevant information of the car owner was transferred out.
The man's name is Wang Chengze, he is forty-five years old this year, he is married, and his daughter is exactly thirteen years old this year, and is currently hospitalized in the city hospital.
Ye Jia: "Can you call out his daughter's case?"
The keyboard sounded on Liang Yi's side, and a few minutes later, he replied, "This... seems to be organ failure of unknown cause, but the hospital can't seem to find any reasonable explanation."
"Send me the specific case."
"okay… "
After Ye Jia hurriedly thanked him, he hung up the phone.
He lowered his head and simply flipped through the information that Liang Yi had just sent to his mobile phone, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.
It seems that his guess this time is really correct.
Ye Jia quickly formulated the next strategy in his mind, and then put the phone back in his pocket.
After doing all this, he turned his head and looked at Ji Xuan who was sitting on the bed.
—Okay, now it’s time to deal with this side of things.
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes, stared at the little boy in front of him, and then asked straight to the point: "So, what state are you in now."
Ji Xuan raised a beautiful little face with an innocent and blank expression: "What?"
Ye Jia chuckled, but there was not much smile in his eyes: "So, do you want to continue acting?"
When Ji Xuan just woke up that day, Ye Jia believed that his dazed state was probably real.
However, after this, Ye Jia was not so sure.
From this guy coming to f city, to reminding him about the origin of the scar on his wrist, to a series of actions yesterday, all point in the opposite direction.
- Not only is he quietly providing clues to Ye Jia, but he can even predict in advance that the dreamer's company cannot enter from the outside, so he left a mark on Ye Jia's wrist, so that he can sneak in quietly. in.
And it was this that gave Ye Jia a hint.
Although the ghosts will fall into a weak state due to the split of the soul, but as the mother's direct line, the king of the ghosts, Ye Jia doesn't really believe that the other party didn't think of this before splitting the soul. Since he still does it, then he must be very The weak state of self-confidence has little effect on his strength, or it can be lifted quickly - after all, it is impossible for the ghost king to keep himself in a weak position for a long time.
So, now there is only one explanation left.
Ye Jia lowered his eyes and looked at each other calmly, as if waiting for something.
The atmosphere in the air became gradually dignified.
The little boy looked back at Ye Jia, his scarlet eyes flickered with a shimmering shimmer under the light, like half-coagulated blood.
After a long time, he slightly raised the corners of his lips and said casually, "Ah... As expected, I can't hide it from my brother."
Ji Xuan frowned in great distress. This somewhat cute expression appeared on his face, and it looked creepy: "I thought I could maintain this look for a while... It's a pity."
Ji Xuan jumped off the bed and walked towards Ye Jia.
His figure twitched with his steps.
By the time he stood still in front of Ye Jia, Ji Xuan had returned to his normal form.
He was very tall, even half a head taller than Ye Jia. When he approached, he forced Ye Jia to look up to meet him.
The man's shoulders are broad, giving people an invisible sense of oppression, a pair of dark blood-colored eyes drooping down, high and cold eyebrows pressing down, a slight arc of indiscernible lips, and icy eyes with It has a strong meaning of occupation, like some kind of cold-blooded animal entangled in its prey.
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the other party without flinching: "So, tell me, how long have you been recovering?"
Ji Xuan smiled lowly.
"It didn't take long..." He avoided this question very slyly: "But..."
Ji Xuan's voice changed: "At least it's more than enough to help."
"Help?" Ye Jia raised his eyebrows, with an ironic smile on his lips: "Why, can you directly tell the loopholes in the dreamer's contract? Or, is there any way you can do it without killing those few? Kill him with a thousand people?"
"..." Ji Xuan: "I can't..."
Ye Jia looked at him with a smile: "I guess it is also..."
As he said that, he pressed the document rolled into a roll in his palm against the shoulder of the man in front of him and pushed him away: "So, don't get in the way."
The smile on Ji Xuan's lips deepened, he obediently gave way, watched Ye Jia start to skillfully prepare to go out, and asked casually, "So, what are you going to do now?"
"Wangcheng, he signed an agreement with the dream maker." Ye Jia put on his coat and replied: "All my cases now are all contract signers who have died, and only he is still alive."
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Ye Jia raised his eyes to look at Ji Xuan, his eyes darkened slightly, and he said calmly, "His contract has not been completed, and only he is our breakthrough."
Saying that, he pulled the hood up.
The shadow spread along with it, blocking the light-colored pupils of the youth as clear as glass.
Ye Jia contacted Wei Yue, Chen Qingye and blast as ace, and asked them to go to an address to investigate.
Ji Xuan stared at the opposite direction and walked out the door.
Ye Jia opened the door, turned to look at Ji Xuan, and asked impatiently, "What are you waiting for?"
Now it was Ji Xuan's turn to be stunned for a moment.
"Isn't your injury almost healed?" Ye Jia's voice did not contain any unnecessary emotional fluctuations, as if he was talking about the weather today.
—Anyway, everyone has followed, so just make the best use of it.
He said, "Still keep up?"
After a brief stunned moment, Ji Xuan came back to his senses, a faint smile slowly penetrated into the depths of his eyes, and the scarlet ripples slowly swayed: "As per your order..."
Soon, Ye Jia rushed to the location of the hospital.
Intensive care room.
The little girl lay quietly on the hospital bed, her eyes were closed, her face was pale, her long brown hair was scattered on the snow-white pillow, and her whole body was as light as a piece of paper.
Countless machines on the side are beeping, and line graphs of various colors are jumping on the screen, as if recording the demise of a young life in another way.
Wang Cheng was anxiously walking around outside the ward.
His black and blue eyes seemed to be heavier now, and his whole person appeared to be overthinking.
Wang Cheng has never believed in the existence of ghosts and gods in the world. Even though the great turmoil in M City made him know that there really are these unnatural ghosts in this world, he still scoffs at them.
Never thought that one day... He would so hope these supernatural powers really work.
It doesn't matter even at the cost of his life and soul.
Wang Cheng turned to look at the little girl in the glass, took a deep breath, and seemed to have made up his mind.
"Mr. Wang..." At this moment, a strange and familiar voice sounded behind him.
Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look behind him.
I saw the young man who approached him yesterday under the dm company was standing a few steps away from him. The cold light of the hospital corridor was cast from the top of his head, casting a shadow on his hood and hiding his facial features. In the shadows, like yesterday, there is an unpredictable sense of mystery and distance that seems instinctively daunting.
Wang Cheng slowly took a step back vigilantly, with a bit of hostility, and said slowly: "What do you want?"
The young man took a step forward slowly, raised a slender pale hand, and took off his hood.
Under the hood is a handsome face, with light hair and eyes, showing a similar light brown color in the bright light, and there is a faint smile on his lips, a kind of making people feel. Shuxin's affinity: "I just want to talk to you."
Wang Cheng was slightly stunned.
His attitude was no longer as sharp as before: "I think I made my thoughts very clear yesterday. What do you want to talk about?"
Ye Jia said, "Why don't we go out and talk?"
He glanced at the isolation room: "After all, I don't want to disturb your daughter."
Wang Cheng hesitated for a moment. He turned to look at his comatose daughter in the intensive care unit and said, "Okay..."
The rooftop of the hospital.
The sky was an almost jet-black dark blue, and a few pale clouds floated slowly, looking distant and unpredictable.
Wang Cheng retracted his gaze, looked at the young man not far away, and said slowly, "Speak..."
The young man's light-colored hair was ruffled by the wind, and there were ripples in his glazed eyes. He slowly stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, and exposed his wrists: "Does it look familiar?"
Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and his pupils suddenly tightened.
The young man's wrists were slender and thin, his skin was pale, and the cyan veins snaked under the skin.
A small, inconspicuous scar was branded on the junction of his wrist and Zhang Gen, one horizontal and one vertical, crossing diagonally.
Wang Cheng lowered his head subconsciously and looked at his wrist—
The shape of the wound is exactly the same, but the other person's scar seems to have healed for a long time, and it is even difficult to see if you are not careful, but his wound seems to have just been opened, with a blood-colored scarlet, and it protrudes shallowly. But there was no trace of blood oozing out, and it looked a little shocking.
He raised his head, his eyes widened slightly: "You..."
"That's right..." Ye Jia rolled down his sleeves and said calmly, "I have dealt with him before."
Wang Cheng looked at him in disbelief, as if he didn't know whether to trust the other party or not.
Ye Jia said: "It is because I have dealt with him that I know exactly what kind of contract you signed."
He stated calmly: "You have been deceived..."
In fact, Ye Jia has been thinking about a question since he knew that the object they were dealing with was a dream maker—
How do dreamers fulfill people's wishes
Until the beginning of Wei's chat with blast was an inadvertent sentence that woke him up - do you think he is a lamp god
This kind of existence that can satisfy all one's wishes can only exist in fairy tales.
And the dream maker is not a lamp god, he is just a very powerful ghost.
However, no matter how powerful the Specter is, there is a limit to his power. He is just a Specter, not an omniscient and omnipotent god—even if he is strong, he cannot satisfy any player's wish. What if the player's wish is to leave the game? Can Dreamers really send players away from the game
So, after thinking about this, Ye Jia called the wife of the office worker who was stabbed to death by a steel pipe again and asked her a question: "Do you still have feelings for your husband now?"
"Of course..." However, the opposite wife hesitated for a moment, and then said slowly: "But, it's strange that after he died, the heartbeat and love that only existed during the first love period disappeared... It's like, we are all over again. Back before everything changed."
This answer was expected by Ye Jia.
- It is impossible for a dream maker to fulfill every wisher's dream. He is not that powerful. What he can create is nothing but a castle in the sky and a mirror.
A dreamer, a dreamer, can only create a dream.
However, the person who signed the contract with him paid a real price.
Therefore, Ye Jia selected several cases similar to Wang Cheng in the documents he had at hand.
He took out his mobile phone, turned on the screen, and threw it to Wang Chengze.
Wang Cheng hurriedly took over the phone.
He flipped through the information above, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became. Sweat dripped faintly from his forehead, his face was pale, and his breathing gradually became faster.
Zhao xx, male, died in a car accident. On the third day after his death, his mother, who had begun to recover after receiving a heart transplant, suddenly suffered from heart failure and died due to ineffective rescue.
Liu xx, female, died of falling from a building. On the third day after his death, his son who had miraculously recovered from advanced gastric cancer died at home because of the spread of cancer cells.
Beyond that, there's more.
In the end, Wang Chengze's hands were shaking and he could barely hold the phone. He raised his head to look at the young man in front of him, and stammered, "This... this..."
Ye Jia took his mobile phone from his hand and said slowly, "This is the price of making a deal with the devil."
"Your relatives will indeed recover miraculously, but when the contract is completed and your soul is taken away, his gift will also be invalid." Ye Jia sighed softly and said slowly: "As long as he is there It is enough to fulfill the promise in the half month after signing the contract - don't trust any Specter, they have always been a collection of extreme evil thoughts and desires, and making deals with them will not do any good."
Wangcheng has six gods and no masters.
He reached out and grabbed the railing on the side to ensure that he would not fall softly because of it: "Then... what should I do now? Can this contract... be cancelled?"
Ye Jia shook his head: "It's a pity, no."
Although the dreams realized by the dreamers are false, the contracts they signed are real.
"After I die, my daughter will die with me, right?" Wang Chengze's face showed a look of despair.
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes thoughtfully: "Not necessarily..."
Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and there seemed to be a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "You... what do you mean?"
Ye Jia said: "I investigated the cause of your daughter's disease, and I think there may be a turning point."
He thought for a while, then took out a piece of paper from his pocket: "I'll do the math, it's about time now."
The thin piece of paper held by the young man's fingertips began to spontaneously ignite in the air, and then a vibrant girl's voice appeared in the air, which startled the nervous Wang Cheng: "We Found it! As you said, it is indeed a smoker, absolutely, I never thought that such a disgusting thing would still be left, I thought Ji Xuan had already wiped it out."
Ye Jia shrugged: "There will always be a few fish that slip through the net."
- He had seen one before, so he thought of this possibility the moment he saw the case of the little girl.
The smoker's hissing scream appeared in the background sound, and blast's slightly irritable voice came through: "Be honest..."
The next second, the sound of kicking and mucus splashing, amplified by the burning paper props, sounded frightening.
"So, what should we do now?" Chen Qingye's peaceful voice came.
Ye Jia said lightly: "Burn it..."
Blast came from there with a faint excited voice: "Okay!"
There was the sound of the fire suddenly burning, the crackling sound of the burning sound mixed with the piercing screams of the sucker, which sounded a little disgusting.
Ye Jia smiled apologetically to the frightened Wang Cheng, and clenched his palm slightly.
The burning paper turned into sporadic ashes at his fingertips, which were scattered by the wind.
Ye Jia patted the scraps of paper in his palm, and said friendly to Wang Cheng, "I'm afraid it will take a while to burn it to death, why don't we go down first?"
Wang Cheng nodded in a trance, showing an expression of a refreshed world view.
The two sat opposite the intensive care unit, quietly waiting for the passage of time.
Ye Jia calculated in his heart.
After about ten minutes, he looked down at the time displayed on the phone screen and said, "It should be fine now."
Suddenly there was an unusual sound of fluctuations in the equipment in the intensive care room. The doctors and nurses from the hospital rushed over. Wang Cheng stood up abruptly, his eyes fixed on the abnormal direction in the intensive care room, his chest heaving and rushing up and down, as if You can faint in the next second.
Ye Jia did not stand up, but sat on a chair with his long legs slightly bent, waiting quietly.
It's been a long time.
The doctor came out slowly and said to Wang Cheng, "Your daughter's condition has begun to stabilize..."
At that moment, the middle-aged man's figure swayed violently, and he clenched the doctor's hands tightly. The whole person seemed to be out of strength, and slowly fell to the ground softly, and a choked sob broke out in his throat.
Ye Jia stood behind him and raised his eyes slightly.
The man's blue-veined hands were tightly gripping the doctor's clothes. At the wrist, the bright red wound that intersected vertically and horizontally still existed, but it faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, dissipating into the depths of the skin.
For a long time, when Wang Cheng recovered from the sadness and ecstasy that suddenly crushed him, and raised his head to look for his savior, he found that there was no one behind him—the other party had left at no time. .
Hospital downstairs.
Ji Xuan was leaning against the wall, his long legs bent, his eyelids drooping slightly, covering his eyes that were as dark as night.
There are girls passing by from time to time on the road, and their eyes drift in his direction uncontrollably, and then withdraw shyly and panic.
The man lowered his eyes indifferently, the aura around him was strong, and strangers should not approach.
Even if someone wants to strike up a conversation, there are some who have no guts.
Suddenly, the stern-faced man seemed to have suddenly noticed something. He raised his eyes and looked in a direction not far away. Those dark abyss-like eyes seemed to be suddenly lit up, and he seemed to be focused on seeing his entire body. The world, the sharp-edged thin lips curved slightly, and a smile swept across his lips.
I saw a slender, handsome young man appearing at the entrance of the stairs, walking quickly towards the man.
- It was actually digested internally among the handsome guys.
The girls who had been watching secretly just now lost their interest.
Forget it, let it go, let it go.
Ji Xuan stood up straight and looked at Ye Jia: "Solved?"
Ye Jia casually hummed and said, "It seems that although the dreamer is the absolute beneficiary of the contract, he is also bound by the contract itself."
Time is the key.
As long as the dreamer fails to fulfill the contract within this half month, the regulations of the contract will be voided. However, the dreamer's ability is strong enough to create what the contracter wishes - of course, do you want to accept it later? Coming back is another matter.
Therefore, if the contract is to be voided, the dreamer's wish cannot be fulfilled - but the other party will definitely not be willing to sign such a contract.
Or, just like they did just now, they stepped in and kicked out the existence of the dream maker from the performance of the contract.
However, this is obviously unrealistic. After all, this is a special case. If Wang Chengze's daughter is leukemia or some kind of incurable disease, even Ye Jia can only look at Wang Chengze's soul, a dreamer. taken away.
So... how is he supposed to take advantage of this
"Looks like you found a loophole?" Ji Xuan asked with a smile.
He said without changing his face: "I have always believed in your strength."
—As if the person who wanted to exchange the clue for a good night kiss at the beginning was not himself.
Ye Jia: "..."
He glanced at each other blankly, too lazy to care about him.
Ye Jia lowered his eyes thoughtfully, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I have an idea and may need your help."
Ji Xuan agreed: "Of course..."
He raised his finger, slender fingertips lightly tapped his lower lip, and there was a faint smile in his dark eyes: "So, do you want to make a deal?"