"It hurts!"
Blast covered his swollen forehead, tears rolling in his eyes.
Wei Yue threw the thick reference book in his hand aside, a layer of dust instantly swayed on the ground, and said coldly, "Are you awake?"
blast froze for a moment.
He looked up at Wei Yue, who was standing by him, and then turned to look at the puppet master who was sitting beside him gloating at the misfortune. He blinked slowly, as if he hadn't recovered.
Wei Yue waited patiently.
After a few seconds.
blast widened his eyes little by little and opened his mouth: "you you..."
"Me, me?" Wei Yue looked at the unpredictable face of the other party's palette, and took the conversation blankly: "How am I?"
Blast raised his hand, poked the back of Wei Yue's hand, and muttered, "...Hot."
He looked up:
"Not a ghost."
Wei Yue: "..."
Fist hardened.
She raised her hand and shuddered again.
Blast covered his head with an "Ouch", and came alive again, jumping three feet high, with a surprised expression on his face:
"You really are not dead!!!"
Wei Yue rolled his eyes and complained:
"… Your brain is spinning really fast."
"Hahahahahahaha!!!" Blast recovered from the surprise of seeing his undead companion, then suddenly thought of something, and started laughing without warning.
Wei Yue: "?"
The red-haired young man in front of him laughed especially arrogantly, looking a little bit beaten: "I didn't expect that I really guessed it right this time! Chen Qingye, Wu Su... Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Who's brain is not good!"
Wei Yue: "… "
Anyway, it's you.
Blast said happily: "I'll just say it! That liar ace, how could he change his sex so easily! But he has a ghostly aura too! If I didn't know the true face of this person too well, or even I will be deceived…”
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted coolly by Wei Yuelu:
"Oh, this one."
She raised her lips gloatingly: "He really turned into a ghost."
blast froze.
He turned his head to look at Wei Yue, the expression on his face looked extraordinarily funny, and squeezed out a strange one-syllable sound from his throat:
"… Gah?"
·
A faint blood shone in the dark sky outside the window.
In the center of M City, the sky has been completely covered, except for the faint changes of light and dark, it is almost impossible to distinguish between day and night.
Fortunately, after turning into a Specter, Ye Jia was fully able to see in the dark.
He lowered his head and stared fixedly at the scattered pages in front of him, his scarlet pupils flashing a strange cold light in the darkness.
Ye Jia has basically completed the deciphering of the first part.
The notebook says that "Mother" is a collection of the darkest side of the whole world, and her core is made up of malice.
Maliciousness and Yin Qi are completely two concepts. The essence of Yin Qi is more similar to a kind of energy. Although it can erode the body of a living person, it can also be used by humans in turn. As long as they master certain methods, even ordinary people can control extraordinary power.
Maliciousness is pure darkness.
After a life is forcibly taken, it is made.
However, its content is very small. Even from a heinous sinner, the amount that can be extracted is very limited. However, as long as human beings are invaded by a trace of malice, they can immediately be extracted from a normal and kind ordinary person. It becomes a lunatic who can kill his own relatives, has no moral bottom line, and does all evil, and if the ghost is contaminated with malice, it will become an irrational ghost, attacking all existence indiscriminately.
Although terrible, the existence of maliciousness is also an indispensable part of the entire natural cycle.
Only when the malice in the real world reaches a certain threshold can the "mother" be released.
Therefore, the door from thirty years ago was able to be opened, because the real world was artificially and massively spawned with extremely high concentrations of malicious intent - precisely because of this, the Supernatural Administration became more and more aggressive when dealing with Specter. The more powerless.
Qi Sheng is just the knife being manipulated.
The man behind the knife was not him, but the one who told him how to open the door.
The dark and viscous liquid buried deep in the soil flashed in Ye Jia's mind, from which a terrifying breath was released, and countless ferociously twisted pupil faces were looming in the depths of the liquid.
His fingers tightened suddenly, and the slightly whitish fingertips left creases on the paper.
The notebook says...
The door must be opened again—because it was not fully closed thirty years ago.
The reason is that in so many years, the spawning of malice has never stopped.
There is only one way to artificially create a very high concentration of maliciousness, and that is to massacre the souls of human beings.
When a human being dies, the soul will slowly dissipate with the decay of the body. Even a soul with a deep obsession will only stay in the world for a little longer.
Souls who have never done evil are artificially and brutally slaughtered before they naturally dissipate, and will artificially create a trace of malice that should not have appeared.
And these malice add up, and in turn will have an impact on the human world...
Ye Jia suddenly remembered the iron rule of the Supernatural Administration.
- Whether the soul does evil or not, it must be killed.
So, has it started since then
Suddenly, Ye Jia felt something cold touch the back of his hand.
He was taken aback, pulled away from his thoughts, and turned his head to look beside him.
I saw that in the dimly lit room, the huge bloody fish was tilting its head, staring at Ye Jia with a pair of dark eyes, and waving its tail cautiously.
It seems hesitant.
The Specter in front of him has a very similar aura to the human being he likes, but they are not exactly the same, which makes him a little reluctant to recognize.
"It is you."
Ye Jia breathed a sigh of relief.
He hooked his lips reluctantly, put his palm on its skull, and touched it lightly.
This familiar action made the blood-gu fish Bai Sensen's face suddenly light up, it wagged its tail forcefully, then slammed towards the opponent's body, and affectionately stuffed its head into Ye Jia's arms .
"Okay...Okay..." Ye Jia barely stabilized his body and pressed his palm against the opponent's skull to prevent himself from being knocked over.
He looked down at the bloody fish in front of him that was extremely excited: "Where did you come from?"
At this moment, Ji Xuan's voice came from the door:
"I brought it with me."
Ye Jia held the blood Gu fish and looked up in the direction from which the voice came.
I saw that the other party was leaning against the door, a pair of scarlet eyes drooping slightly, and he was staring at Ye Jia, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there.
Ji Xuan said half-truthfully, "It's been a little melancholy recently, and I think it may have been too long since I saw you."
Ye Jia smiled, and his expression softened a little: "Is that so?"
Ji Xuan's expression did not change: "Of course."
In fact, he had been back for a while, but Ye Jia seemed to be lost in thought and didn't seem to notice his approach, so Ji Xuan stood at the door and looked at each other seriously.
He saw the increasingly solemn expression on the young man's face, so he temporarily called out the bloody fish that was sent to perform the mission with the shadow ghost.
Ji Xuan stepped forward.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the obviously relaxed expression of the other party, his lips were slightly hooked, revealing a soft arc.
- It seems that this method is still useful.
After soothing the blood Gu fish who hadn't seen each other for a while, Ye Jia raised his head, looked at Ji Xuan who was standing in front of him, and asked, "Are people rescued?"
Ji Xuan nodded slightly: "Yes."
"It's blast, right?" Ye Jia's tone was flat, as if he had already guessed the result.
Ji Xuan smiled: "Yes."
Sure enough it was him.
Ye Jia sighed, raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, a few scattered pieces of paper fell from his body and landed precariously on the ground.
He opened his eyes and followed the direction in which the pieces of paper fell, with a thoughtful look flashing across his eyes.
- However, the arrival of the other party may be a good thing for them.
Ye Jia turned his head to look at Ji Xuan: "Where are the witnesses?"
Ji Xuan: "Killed."
Ye Jia smiled slightly and stood up:
"Come on, go see him."
·
As soon as he entered the warehouse, Ye Jia felt a shadow rush towards him.
He was slightly startled, and was caught by the collar of the other party before he was caught off guard.
Blast's eyes were burning with scorching fire, just like his hair dyed fiery red. His expression was slightly distorted, as if suppressing his anger: "You... you..."
Ye Jia coughed lightly: "Listen to me..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by blast's sudden cracked expression.
There were faint tears in the eyes of the other party:
"You... you sacrificed so much for us!"
Blast suppressed his surging emotions and said loudly: "From now on, I swear I will never doubt you again!"
He sniffed: "You're suffering!"
Ye Jia: "..."
?
what's the situation
He slowly turned his head and looked suspiciously at Wei Yue who was standing beside him.
Wei Yue looked away with a face that couldn't bear to look directly.
In fact, she simply told the other party the information she knew. Who knows what kind of processing the words said to her were processed in blast's wonderful brain...
Really... shameful.
Behind him, Ji Xuan's expression darkened slightly.
His eyes fell on Blass' arm hugging Ye Jia's shoulders, a pair of scarlet blood-like eyes flashed with a dark look, and his unpleasant mood seemed to be written on his face.
The blast, caught in his own emotions, shivered instinctively.
what happened
Why is it suddenly cold
Ye Jia finally broke free from the other party's warm embrace, and he said, "So, you should have heard the cause and effect from Wei Yue's mouth by now, right?"
Blast nodded heavily, looked at Ye Jia with tears in his eyes, and seemed to want to come over again.
Ye Jia quickly ducked aside:
"It's alright, it's almost done."
"So," Wei Yue said in time, breaking the deadlock in front of him.
She stepped forward and looked at Ye Jia: "During this time, have you found a way to put your mother back in the door?"
This time, blast's attention was also attracted, and he looked at Ye Jia very intently.
Ye Jia pursed his lips, thought for a few seconds, and said:
"In this regard, I have a little discovery."
Twenty minutes later.
Both Blast and Wei Yue had a particularly dazed look, and the air was dead silent.
"So... the former director of the Supernatural Administration, is that your grandfather?" Wei Yue asked slowly with dull eyes.
Ye Jia: "Yes."
"He opened the door 30 years ago and was locked in the basement of the headquarters for so long?"
"right."
Wei Yue hugged his head, his worldview was refreshed:
"So... Then... Now this situation is all caused by the indiscriminate killing of the Occult Authority?"
Ye Jia thought for a while: "Almost."
Blast pondered for a while, then slowly asked: "So, in a sense, you are also the second generation of officials?"
Ye Jia: "..."
Wei Yue: "… "
She took a deep breath slowly, raised the book on the side again, and smashed it heavily on the other's head, with a grim expression:
"What the hell is your point?!"
Blast hugged his head and fled, said aggrieved: "I, I'm just curious..."
Ye Jia raised his hand to support his forehead and sighed heavily.
Damn so tired.
The puppet master on the side gloated: "Fight, fight!"
Ye Jia raised his head and glanced at the other side lightly.
The puppet master shivered, wilting like an eggplant beaten by frost.
Damn, this man is so boring even after he turns into a ghost.
After finally controlling the situation in front of him, Ye Jia turned his head to look at blast: "By the way, I need you to help me with one thing."
blast: "What?"
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly, and a shrewd glimmer flashed in his eyes:
"When you return to the Administration Bureau, help me to check, who established this rule of killing all souls."
Killing the souls of ordinary people will lead to malice.
Those pitch-black liquids buried under various locations in City M should be the reason why the door has been kept open for more than 30 years.
"Why can he go back!" When Wei Yue heard this, he jumped up in dissatisfaction and asked aggressively.
blast smiled triumphantly: "Envy? Jealous?"
Wei Yue narrowed his eyes murderously.
In order to prevent the third fight, Ye Jia broke the deadlock: "Ji Xuan killed all the ghosts who had seen the blast, and just chose the hand to move when his mother was not in the city, but Wei Yue's death was the result of both sides. For all to see, once you go back, things can't be hidden."
Wei Yueluo sighed sullenly: "Okay."
"Right." Blast seemed to suddenly think of something and turned to look at Ye Jia.
Immediately afterwards, he told everything he had seen on the way to the m city.
Ye Jia: "You said... they are digging springs?"
blast nodded: "That's what the ghost said."
He said: "The liquid gushing out from under the ground was black and sticky, and there were many people's faces in it. It was very disgusting, and it swallowed the souls of those who dig the spring's eyes at once."
This is feeding malice.
Ye Jia turned his head and looked at Ji Xuan.
The reason why "Mother" is willing to give humans a month is definitely not out of kindness, but to increase the concentration of malice in the real world during this month, so that she can be completely liberated from the gate.
Ye Jia looked at blast: "This time you go back, don't leak a word of our conversation this time."
"Of course!" blast nodded heavily.
Even if his mind is not very bright, he can hear from the conversation with Ye Jia just now that the appearance of his mother is probably a conspiracy that has been laid out for more than 30 years, and it is hidden behind it and manipulates the whole situation. The hand has not yet appeared, so they can only act in secret now, and can't startle the snake.
There's... 1 month left.
In any case, they must solve the puzzle within the month.
"Reminds me of the time in the game." Wei Yue suddenly smiled.
Yes, solve the puzzles within the allotted time, or death awaits them.
I don't know why, but I feel a little emotional.
Ye Jia raised his hand and patted blast on the shoulder, then smiled slightly: "In that case, use all the skills learned in the game."
"Wrap it around me." Blast patted his chest vigorously.
"Oh yes."
Before leaving, Blast suddenly thought of something, turned his head to look at Ye Jia: "I was in M city, and the reason I was found was because I heard the chat of two ghosts-they said that after a month, the direct line is useless. already."
He briefly described the appearance of the two ghosts, and then said: "You are the direct line, right?"
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded.
"I think that mother may want to shoot at you." Blast said solemnly: "During this time, you should also be careful."
Ye Jia hooked his lips, a pair of dark red pupils narrowed slightly, and said, "Is that really the case?"
Blast was startled: "Eh? You already know?"
Ye Jia shook his head: "It's just such a guess."
He said: "Mother's attitude towards us is so tolerant, so tolerant that she hardly looks like the mother of all the ghosts and monsters."
Even before the door opened, Ji Xuan disobeyed her orders more than once, and even blatantly stood on Ye Jia's side, but the mother didn't make much movement except for some moderate punishments. And after Ji Xuan said that everything he did was to transform Ye Jia into a ghost, he lightly wrote off all his previous rebellious actions.
For the existence of "mother" with evil thoughts at its core, this is not ordinary gentleness.
As for Ye Jia, not only did he divide the area near the capital to him, but even when he showed an inclination to leave M city, he still did not interfere too much.
For Li Gui, is there really any kind of "mother and son"
The answer is probably no.
Then, there is only one possibility left.
The mother has no plans for these two "direct lineages".
Ji Xuan nodded thoughtfully: "I will send my men to check it out."
He looked at blast: "It's the jelly-like monster with four or five faces, right?"
"Yes." blast nodded.
Ji Xuan hooked his lips: "I know where to find it."
Ye Jia: "Okay."
Then he can continue to decipher that notebook.
·
Inside the Authority's underground shelter.
Blast came back in a hurry, Wu Su and Chen Qingye greeted them: "How is it? Are you injured?"
"Fortunately," blast rubbed his messy hair, and a burst of dust flew up instantly, he said, "It's just a skin injury."
Chen Qingye pushed his glasses: "Have you found the body?"
blast gritted his teeth: "...Yes."
Wu Su was startled at first, and then his expression became solemn and gloomy again.
Although he knew that the possibility of such a thing was very small, when blast left, he couldn't help but have a little fantasy in his heart...
Maybe
Maybe the other party's guess is correct
But now, seeing Wei Yue's body, the truth has come to light.
Wu Su sighed and patted blast on the shoulder: "Sorry."
blast took a deep breath: "give me some time."
Wu Su: "Okay, you want to..."
blast: "Where is our data room?"
Wu Su: "???"
There was a painful expression on blast's face: "I want to be quiet for a while."
… and information
Wu Su blinked in confusion and pointed in one direction.
"Thank you," blast hurriedly thanked him, then turned around and strode in the direction he pointed.
Behind him, Chen Qingye narrowed his eyes slightly, and habitually raised his hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, a light flashed on the glasses.
Data room.
Blast sat on the ground and carefully turned over a stack of documents.
Suddenly, he felt a tickling on his thumb.
He turned his head to look, almost lost his soul.
A huge black bug was lying on his thumb, and two small black eyes were staring at him.
"Ah —" the blast was half full, and the black beetle soared, flying to the side, falling on a man's cocoon-length finger that had held a pen for years.
The scream of blast stuck in his throat, and it was extremely uncomfortable.
Chen Qingye narrowed his eyes slightly, bent down, and approached the other party, his exploratory gaze shot through the lens.
Blast was so scared that his whole body was hairy, he leaned back slightly: "You, what are you doing?"
Chen Qingye smiled slightly: "You didn't see Wei Yue's body, did you?"
blast: "!!!!"
Hold! ! !
Chen Qingye seemed to have read the information he wanted from the other party's expression. He slowly sat down beside blast:
"Tell me, what are you looking for?"
blast: "… "
He bites the bullet: "What did you say? I don't understand... "
Chen Qingye picked up a stack of documents and pushed his glasses unhurriedly: "Do you think you are good at dealing with words?"
blast: "… "
Rely on, good nest fire.
Chen Qingye turned his head and smiled at him: "The two of you will find it faster, right?"
·
inside the room.
Ye Jia sat among the scattered pieces of paper, bowing his head and studying something.
"Is it really okay for you to leave things to him?" Ji Xuan sat down beside him, with a hint of vinegar in his calm tone: "This person has a rash personality and often moves his feet. ."
Ye Jia: "..."
Your focus is on hands and feet, right
He said: "Blast is a person who puts everything on his face. The other members of the Administration may be able to hide it, but Chen Qingye should already know Blast very well, and there is a high possibility that he will detect it."
Ye Jia gently touched the back end of the pen to his lips:
"Chen Qingye is very good at processing text information. If anyone can find the information we need from the complicated and vast materials, I am afraid it is only him."
Ji Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Then why don't you let blast tell anyone?"
Ye Jia smiled briefly: "The program has to go a bit."
Ji Xuan: "..."
Are you just trying to satisfy your own bad taste
The smile on his lips deepened, and he looked down at the note in Ye Jia's hand: "How? How are you interpreting it now?"
Ye Jia: "This part should be talking about the conditions for completely releasing the mother from the door. There are four in total. I'm still decoding the most critical part, but it's coming soon."
He lowered his head and continued to write and draw on the piece of paper in front of him.
First of all, there is a sufficient concentration of evil thoughts - the spring that is being dug under the m city should be for this purpose.
Then, there is a body—every part must be contaminated with intense malice.
Ye Jia's pen paused slightly, and the scene of his mother falling in a pool of blood flashed in his mind.
...is that so
Any part of the body that can become a "mother" will probably need to go through such a process before it can become a qualified part.
And the remaining two...
·
Authority's data room.
The sound of flipping pages sounded, and everything else was silent.
Chen Qingye spoke suddenly, breaking the dead silence: "Come and see this."
Blast approached: "What?"
Chen Qingye held up a piece of yellowed paper and showed the contents to blast: "This is the list of the founders of the Supernatural Administration."
"Oh..." blast responded dully, "what's the matter?"
Chen Qingye sighed in disgust, and pointed to a line of words: "Look here."
That's the list of investors who created the Occult Authority.
Among them, 80% of the funds come from the same family, and that family has a very unusual surname—
Ji.
"... Ji?" Blast was taken aback: "Is this surname common?"
Chen Qingye narrowed his eyes slightly: "...uncommon."
·
Ye Jia finally decoded the last two conditions.
Article 3 - The direct bloodline of the person who opens the door.
The person who officially opened the door was Qi Shengze, so this direct bloodline probably refers to himself.
Ye Jia thought about it and looked towards the bottom one.
And Article 4—
Ye Jia was slightly startled, as if he did not expect such an answer to be decoded by himself.
He stared at the words on his paper, lost in thought.
Article 4 is—
The direct bloodline of the door maker.