All of a sudden, in the dark and dirty corridor, breath could be heard.
Everyone was staring at the map spread on the ground, and even if the light was dim, they could still clearly see the pencil lines winding on the rough paper.
The little black hand was frightened by the momentary dignified atmosphere, and it shrank under Ye Jia's collar, trying to turn itself into a pendant again.
"Two... doors?" Ye Jia murmured.
He pressed his hand on the map, and the map below his palm made a thin friction sound with the ground, which was particularly abrupt in the dead corridor.
Ye Jia seemed to realize something suddenly, raised his head suddenly, a pair of light-colored pupils glowed, and said in a hoarse voice:
"… Evacuate."
Wei Yue, who was standing aside, was slightly taken aback: "What?"
I saw Ye Jia stand up in a hurry, and said in a hurry: "Quick, contact the Administration immediately, and evacuate all the residents of City M from here as quickly as possible!"
The first door is the way.
is the method.
It releases the mother's children from the game. The low-level Specter is used as a distraction item to attract the attention of humans, and the high-level Specter is to prepare for the mother's return to the world.
And the second door is the real purpose.
- And this door covers almost the entire m city.
They don't know what step the mother has collected now, and they don't know when the door will open.
As long as this door is opened, all the creatures in the entire m city will surely…
become a living sacrifice.
·
Inside the Occult Authority.
"Evacuate?!" Wu Su's voice suddenly rose.
Chen Qingye and the others nodded heavily, and each of them had a solemn expression without any trace of a joke.
Wu Su frowned and asked incredulously, "Whole, the whole city?"
Chen Qingye took a deep breath: "Yes."
He glanced at the blast behind him. Although he looked impatient and rolled his eyes irritably, he still obediently turned around and walked to the door, slamming the office door shut.
The office immediately fell silent.
Chen Qingye took out the map from his backpack, spread it on the table, and briefly described the "Second Door".
The more he listened, the more ugly Wu Su's face became.
After hearing everything, he raised his head to look at the people in front of him, and asked slowly:
"Does ace know about this?"
"Of course." Chen Qingye nodded, rolled up the map, and put it back into his backpack: "This is what he found."
"...Is that so?" Wu Su's eyes were solemn, he raised his head, looked at the three people in front of him solemnly, and said, "I will immediately and the above report, and I will try my best."
The three turned and walked out. Before they left the office, Wu Su had already picked up the phone.
The door of the office closed behind him, blocking Wu Su's voice behind him.
The three looked at each other.
Chen Qingye habitually pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked, "What's next?"
Wei Yue sighed deeply and said, "We can only wait."
"Oops! What are you waiting for?" Blast frowned, scratching his red hair irritably. "Didn't you say that some mother has to come out of that door? Then we'll just destroy those points, no? Is it alright?"
Wei Yue's voice was sharp: "No."
Blast shouted a little unconvinced: "Why not! Is it just because ace said that?"
Chen Qingye raised his hand and pressed it on blast's shoulder: "Be patient, there are still too many things that you haven't figured out yet. If you act rashly, it may be counterproductive."
At this time, Wei Yue asked, "Do you know how many people are in M city?"
Blast was taken aback for a moment, obviously not expecting the other party to ask this question: "No, I don't know."
Wei Yue fixedly looked at blast and said word by word, "Twenty million."
blast froze for a moment: "then again..."
I saw the eyes of the young girl in front of me sank slightly, and she said slowly: "What if you bet wrong? What if your method has the opposite effect? Can you be responsible for the 20 million lives?"
"..." Blast gritted his teeth fiercely, the muscles on his face tightened, and he didn't answer any further.
There was silence in the corridor for a while.
"And..." Chen Qingye narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, suddenly breaking the silence, and said.
The other two looked at him at the same time.
Chen Qingye looked around, and after confirming that there was no other aura besides them in the corridor, he whispered:
"This should also be a test for ace."
"What?!" blast was startled.
Chen Qingye pushed his glasses: "I have noticed since I was in the capital that ace did not choose to directly negotiate with the high-level authorities of the Administration during the day, but directly broke in at night, plus the box with the eyeballs, and The old Administration's logo engraved on the bones beneath the building... ace's suspicions must have come before us."
"However..." Chen Qingye paused and continued: "Although all the evidence now points to the Administration Bureau before the reorganization, we are still not sure whether the Administration Bureau after the reorganization has participated in..."
Wei Yueyu showed a stunned expression and took over the conversation:
"So, this time, the request to evacuate the residents of M City is because we cannot evacuate 20 million residents alone, and also, ace is also taking the opportunity to test the senior management of the administration to see if they know about it."
Chen Qingye nodded: "I'm afraid that's the case."
blast: "… "
He turned to look at Chen Qingye, who was standing on his left, and Wei Yue, who was standing on his right.
... your brains are so complicated.
·
When the other three went to contact the Administration, Ye Jia stayed in the basement of the building.
He bent down and put down the little black hand and said, "Go and see if there is the same maliciousness in the underground here as in the cemetery."
The little black hand trembled twice.
Although it is also a ghost, the maliciousness that can almost corrode itself also makes it instinctively fear.
Although reluctant, the little black hand sank slowly toward the depths of the ground.
Ye Jia stood in the cold and damp basement, waiting quietly.
Two minutes later, the little black hand escaped and returned to Ye Jia's shoulders, tremblingly said: "Yes, yes."
There was no unexpected look on Ye Jia's face. His eyes slowly swept across the mummified corpses stacked in front of him, then withdrew his gaze and made a low "um".
After speaking, he turned around and walked outside the building.
The autumn sun fell from the top of his head. Although it was still bright, it lost the scorching heat of summer and fell on the shoulders of the young man, but it could not dispel the cold moisture from him.
Ye Jia's eyes fell on Ji Xuan who was not far away.
The man stood quietly outside the building, his tall and slender figure was outlined with a golden edge by the sunlight above his head. His eyes drooped slightly, as if he was waiting for something.
He seemed to be aware of the other party's sight, raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Ye Jia, a pair of dark scarlet eyes shone in the light.
Ye Jia stepped towards the other side.
Ji Xuan: "It's over?"
There was no extra expression on Ye Jia's face, just a shallow "um".
Ji Xuan raised his hand, and a scarlet gap opened in the air. The next second, a cup of milk tea appeared and landed in his palm.
"Here." He handed over the milk tea.
Ye Jia was startled.
Before he could react, a cup of hot milk tea was shoved into his hand, and the still hot temperature ironed his palm, and a warmth slowly spread from the touching skin.
"Don't you like it, brother?" Ji Xuan asked with a wink.
Ye Jia paused, lowered his eyes, and took the straw from the other party's hand: "Thank you."
The two walked slowly along the street.
Ji Xuan put his palms in his pockets, his scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, he looked towards the empty street, and asked:
"what's next?"
Ye Jia took a sip of milk tea: "Wait."
He walked forward silently, then suddenly stopped his steps, turned his head to look at Ji Xuan who was standing beside him, a pair of light-colored eyes fixedly stared at the man who was slightly taller than him in front of him. The face of the other party was reflected in the depths of his eyes: "...Hello."
Ji Xuan stopped his footsteps, somewhat inexplicably: "Huh?"
Ye Jia's fingers holding the milk tea cup tightened slightly, but his expression was still steady and calm, as if no matter what happened, his face would not be pale:
"Aren't you worried?"
"worry about what?"
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes, and a certain gloomy expression flowed in the depths of his eyes: "Mother's blood is connected to you, right? She is weakened, and you will be weakened, then... If humans win Woolen cloth?"
What if the mother died
Ji Xuan's thin lips were slightly hooked, and his voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of intimacy and ambiguity:
"Brother, are you worried about me?"
He has asked this question many times.
Ye Jia never answered him directly.
However, Ye Jia was not disturbed by his attitude this time. He fixedly looked at Ji Xuan and nodded suddenly:
"right."
Now it was Ji Xuan's turn to be stunned.
He stared fixedly at the young man in front of him, as if he couldn't believe his ears.
"No matter what the past has been between you and me, at least we are in the same camp now." Ye Jia looked back at him without hesitation, and said clearly, "Then, I will naturally worry about you."
He looked at the man in front of him and asked every word: "Even if your life is threatened, will you still stand by us?"
"No." Ji Xuan suddenly laughed.
The thin lips like a blade were slightly raised upwards, revealing a smile with a hint of cold blood, and a pair of dark red pupils like half condensed blood locked the young man standing in front of him, as if a cold-blooded python was staring at him After killing his prey, the original gentle and stable illusion was torn apart mercilessly, revealing the greed and evil that belonged to the Specter. His voice was low and hoarse:
"I will always stand with my desires."
The man raised the young man's palm to his lips, and his cold lips branded a warm kiss on the back of the other's hand, like a sigh from death.
Those scarlet eyes that were rolling with plunder and possessiveness fell on Ye Jia from beginning to end, and he said hoarsely:
"And you are my desire."
The young man's eyes drooped slightly, his eyes as pale as colored glaze were hidden under the long eyelashes, with a bit of a cold and indifferent look like a bit of inorganic material, in a ruthless and rational way like a sharp blade. A ghost with an evil face.
After a long time, Ye Jia's lips flashed a smile that was not a smile.
He held the opponent's palm with his backhand, and his knuckles tightened slightly:
"Okay, I'm looking forward to it."
He was never a prey, but a predator at the top of the food chain, deadly and ferocious, always ready to sever the enemy's throat and pierce the opponent's chest.
"Everyone does what they can?" Ji Xuan asked with a low smile.
Ye Jia looked back at him calmly:
"Everyone does what they can."
After speaking, he released the opponent's palm, turned around, took a step, and continued to walk towards the end of the street.
Ji Xuan lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on his slightly open palm hanging in the air.
The temperature of the opponent's skin still seemed to remain in the palm of his hand, and it infiltrated into his chest little by little, like a poison that was addictive and craving, and could not be eliminated.
The smile on his lips deepened slightly.
… very good.
There is finally progress.
Ye Jia drank the milk tea in the cup and threw the empty bottle into the trash can on the street corner. The sound of the bottle hit the metal bottom of the trash can, making a hollow echo.
At this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly.
Ye Jia picked up the phone.
"Agreed." Opposite the microphone, Wei Yueyue's voice sounded a little unsteady: "The top of the Administration has approved our application to evacuate the residents of M City."
Ye Jia lowered his eyes thoughtfully: "So it is."
Wei Yue was stunned: "... um? What?"
She hesitated for a moment, then continued: "We probably guessed that you wanted to test the Administration, but this time the upper management agreed to our application so decisively, doesn't it prove their innocence?"
Ye Jia slowly exhaled and said, "... No."
Wei Yue asked in confusion, "Why?"
Ye Jia said: "Emptying a city is not a trivial matter. Not only does the economy completely shut down, people are panicked and turbulent, and surrounding cities have to bear countless risks and pressures, especially after the gates of hell are opened, the whole country is affected. "
He asked, "Would you immediately implement such a huge decision just because of a subordinate's suggestion?"
"..." Wei Yuechu was silent for a few seconds, then replied, "No."
At least send out probing troops to see if the information is true, and hold meetings with other ministries, lobby and debate, and then make a decision.
Rather than reaching a resolution so quickly.
Ye Jia slowly said his conjecture: "The current Administration may not be involved in the current affairs, but they definitely know something."
Wei Yue couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "Then... what if the above doesn't agree with our suggestion?"
Ye Jia: "There are two possibilities."
"For one, these things have been buried deep in the reorganization of the administration, and all those in the know have either left or died."
Ye Jia paused without a trace, and continued:
"Secondly, they are deeply involved, and they may even have planned the arrival of their mother."
Opposite the microphone, only Wei Yue's shallow breathing could be heard.
After a long time, she exhaled slowly and teased with a slightly complicated tone: "Then... It seems that fortunately they agreed to our request."
Ye Jia nodded and said, "Yes, there is still a turning point."
He hung up the phone, put the phone in his pocket, and looked into the distance.
Streets and streets are intertwined. In the distance, there is the hustle and bustle of car engines and surging people. Buildings and buildings overlap each other, which looks very fireworks.
- This city, and there is a turnaround.
·
The night is getting darker.
The chief of the Occult Authority walked slowly towards his home.
He is a tall man with a tired expression. Although his hair is gray, his body is still strong. His eyes are dark and dark, and it seems that he has not had a good rest for a long time.
He raised his hand, and the door unlocked with fingerprints made a beeping sound and slowly opened in front of him.
The chief executive stepped into the room.
However, before taking a few steps, he stopped abruptly.
The room in front of him was pitch black.
But for some unknown reason, the Director-General felt as if he was being stared at. A chill ran up his spine in an instant, causing him to instinctively feel fear and trembling.
He suddenly reached out to his waist, quickly pulled out the characteristic gun, and pointed it into the deep darkness in front of him.
"boom!"
The door closed behind him.
The director trembled uncontrollably, his back instantly tense, his fingers clenched the gun in his hand, pointed unshakably into the darkness, and shouted sharply:
"Who! Come out!"
Although he sounded imposing, but his heart was full of emptiness.
Since the gate of hell opened, his mansion was even more airtight and protected by heavy spells. It was hard for him to imagine that there was actually an existence that could invade in without a trace. This was just... a bit terrifying.
This is. The lamp placed on the table was slowly turned on by the slender and pale hands, and the gradually brightened light dispelled some of the darkness in the room.
On the single sofa beside the small table, the upright figure of the young man was outlined by the dim light, half of his pale face was illuminated, and the golden light flowed along his graceful profile, falling into the place. Deep in the light-colored eyes: "Good evening."
"Who are you?" The chief's voice was tense, and he slowly stepped back, trying to keep a safe distance from the other party.
The young man in front of him smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter who I am."
He stood up and approached the other person unhurriedly. His slender figure was intertwined with darkness and light, bringing a terrifying pressure that was unbearable to breathe:
"The important thing is, what do you know?"
ten minutes later.
The director-general was tied to the sofa by Wu Hua Da. His face was pale, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. His eyes were fixed on the blurred figure of the young man in front of him.
He has exhausted his methods, no matter whether it is threats or attempts to make deals, there is no way to stop the other party's actions.
And for so long, there has been no movement outside, and it seems impractical to wait for rescue.
His face was illuminated by the lights, and it was revealed, but the face of the other party was always hidden in the darkness. This kind of suppression of status and information made him feel very panic, but after all, he was also walking in the wind and waves. Those who have passed, these emotions did not show on his face.
He asked calmly:
"So, what do you want to know?"
"More than thirty years ago," the youth's indifferent voice came from not far away: "Why did the Supernatural Administration reorganize?"
The chief's pupils suddenly shrank.
He didn't expect that the other party's first question would directly hit his pain point.
He gritted his teeth, breathing slightly faster.
The young man looked down at him condescendingly and asked again:
"M city, why does it become a gate?"
Cold sweat oozes out from the chief's forehead, and beads of sweat slowly flow down his cheeks and fall into his collar.
The other party slowly bent down, his voice was cold, like the edge of an ice-quenched blade:
"... Where is Qi Rou's body?"
The chief was startled, as if he had seen a ghost, staring at the figure in front of him, his face pale, and his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly hear the original tone:
"You, who are you...?"
The next second, only a "click" sound was heard, and the light in the room was turned on.
The slender young man in front of him stood in front of him without any cover, a pair of light-colored eyes like a foggy and cold sky, looking down at him without joy or anger, light-colored thin lips slightly lifted, evoked. An arc without the slightest smile:
"My name is Ye Jia."
The director-general's face suddenly turned gray, his pale lips trembled slightly, his eyes widened, and he stared at the young man in front of him.
Ye Jia smiled: "It seems that you have indeed heard of this name."
The chief's voice was as low as a gnat:
"You are... her son."
In an instant, the man in front of him who had gritted his teeth and was about to deal with him to the end seemed to have been drained of energy at that moment, and the whole person was exhausted, and he murmured shiveringly:
"... a sin."
Ye Jia looked down at him calmly and waited quietly.
After a long time, the Director-General pulled out of his thoughts. He raised his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him, his voice weak and weak:
"Okay, I'll tell you all."
Ye Jia's fingers hanging on the god's side closed slightly.
However, just listen to the other party continue: "But... Before that, I'm going to take you to meet someone."
The director-general smiled bitterly: "Don't worry, I won't run."
Ye Jia fixed his eyes and looked at him, then leaned down, a cold light flashed on his fingertips, and the rope slipped off the man in front of him.
The director-general stood up and sighed deeply, "...Let's go."
·
Occult Service Headquarters.
The elevator slowly descended, and the number on the screen changed from -4 to -5.
Ye Jia's eyes narrowed slightly.
After all, he is also an employee of the Administration Bureau. He has been here before on business trips. Although he cannot say that he knows the structure of the headquarters well, he can be considered to have a basic familiarity and understanding, but... He never knew that the underground of the original Administration Bureau , there is actually a fifth floor.
This floor didn't even appear on the elevator buttons, but arrived directly after the chief inspector confirmed his pupils and fingerprints.
The elevator door opened in front of him.
Not far away, there was a thick metal wall that looked very solemn and cold, with the same high-tech tight door lock beside it.
The director-general hesitantly glanced at Ji Xuan behind Ye Jia.
Ye Jia saw his doubts and said:
"Don't worry, he can be trusted."
The director sighed and gritted his teeth: "Okay."
He took out the magnetic card and swiped it in one of the card slots. After checking his fingerprints and pupils, the heavy door in front of him slowly opened.
Ye Jia was slightly startled.
In the distance is a cold and deserted corridor, surrounded by metal railings on both sides, like... a huge prison.
"Let's go." The director-general walked in first.
At this moment, a beeping siren suddenly sounded above their heads, and a red light shrouded their heads, indicating that danger was coming.
The chief was stunned: "What's going on?"
Only a picture suddenly lit up on the dark screen in front of him - an S-level alert.
The surveillance screen outside the building suddenly appeared, and from a distance, black clouds rolled over, and a ferocious and terrifying figure appeared in the darkness, like a whole army of ghosts, rushing towards the building frantically.
According to the breath, there are at least three S-rank Specter here.
Ye Jia frowned, with a solemn look on his face.
Why
If this is the Specter organized by the mother, how do they know that they are here
Ji Xuan raised a pair of scarlet eyes, looked up at the top of his head, and said slowly, "I'm afraid... we brought it here."
Ye Jia was stunned.
Ji Xuan hooked his lips:
"Heirs, do you remember?"
You know, there is a very mysterious feeling between the mother and the direct line.
And now, she's in a hurry.
His eyes turned scarlet, and he turned and walked towards the elevator: "You go."
Ye Jia: "...Hello."
"I will definitely come back with all my tails, don't worry." Before the elevator closed, Ji Xuan smiled: "After all, my brother agreed to my pursuit, didn't he?"
Ye Jia: "??"
When did I say yes? ?
However, before he could say anything, the elevator in front of him closed and went up.
The Chief was waiting for him not far away.
Ye Jia slowly took a deep breath, turned and walked in his direction, saying:
"… continue."
The two walked toward the depths one after the other, and only the empty echo of footsteps could be heard in the corridor.
At the end of the corridor, there is a huge transparent wall, followed by a dark iron railing, and then another layer of isolation.
Behind the isolation layer, an extremely terrifying human figure can be seen.
Half of the body is an old, hunched human being, wrinkled and wrinkled, it seems to be hundreds of years old, like a fruit that has shrunk due to dehydration, the eyes are chaotic and dirty, but it is still alive, but the other half of the body is The scarlet terrifying sarcoma, with bumps on it and countless blue veins winding and beating on it, was so huge that it almost filled half the cell.
The director-general took off his glasses, wiped the mist on them, and said:
"This... was the director of the Occult Authority thirty years ago."
He put the glasses back on: "Huaisheng is."
Ye Jia was stunned: "... pregnant?"
"Yes."
The chief nodded, gritted his teeth, and said a little dryly:
"If... by blood, he's your maternal grandfather."