According to this logic...
Ye Jia turned to look at the man sitting beside him.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the dark red eyes looked dark and inexplicable.
Since the direct bloodline of the person who opens the door is himself, then the direct bloodline of the person who builds the door can only be—
…
"... Ji Xuan."
"Ji Xuan!"
The middle-aged man's low and majestic voice came from the door.
The door was pushed open to a corner, and in the gap, a dim yellow light came in, fell on the pale face of the young man, and illuminated his dull eyes.
The young man turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice. A pair of dark and bright eyes were hidden under the long eyelashes, and the glaze-like glimmer reflected in the darkness. His voice was tender and clean: "Father."
"How was your homework today?"
"It's done." The boy replied calmly.
"Have you eaten it all?"
"eaten."
"Very good." The man standing at the door smiled with satisfaction, turned around, and waved to his back.
A piece of food was pushed in.
The boy with dark eyes lowered his head: "Thank you, father."
The door closed again, and the room became pitch black again.
The boy stood up, walked to the door step by step, squatted down, and picked up the tray.
He was barefoot, the soles of his feet stained red with sticky blood, making a sticky sound with his steps.
The severed limbs and minced flesh were scattered on the pitch-dark and damp ground. Those limbs were bluish-white and twisted, and seemed to be turning into pitch-black dust at a speed visible to the naked eye, dissipating into the air.
The air was full of stench and blood.
A few drops of dark red blood were splattered on the boy's pale cheeks, slowly sliding down the side of his face, like several deep wounds in the darkness.
He sat on the ground among the severed limbs of the evil ghost, and began to eat without changing his face.
·
Blast sat on the ground among the messy materials, his brows furrowed, and his expression seemed a little tangled.
He held the mobile phone in his hand, lowered his head, and said while turning:
"I checked, the Ji family who invested in the Supernatural Administration seemed to be very powerful 40 or 50 years ago."
"How do you say?" Chen Qingye leaned over and glanced at the dense small print on the phone screen.
blast scratched his head: "Well, anyway, it seems to be quite rich."
His fingertips slid down, and the black words on the screen swept across quickly, all of which were fields that this family had dabbled in before, and they looked quite accomplished.
"It seems that our ancestors can be traced back a long time in M City," blast said with emotion: "Old money..."
Chen Qingye nodded: "Indeed..."
He frowned slightly: "However, now I don't seem to have heard of this family. What happened to them later? Did they decline?"
"Ah..." Blast was stunned for a moment, and the hand that was sliding down stopped: "Look here."
A wildfire destroyed the Ji family's main house on the outskirts of M city, and it seemed that few people survived.
Blast shook his head, tsk tsk and said with emotion: "What a pity, where did you say their family's money went?"
"Trust fund, probably." Chen Qingye didn't know much about this, so he guessed an answer and put it off: "Then what? Is there anything else to say?"
"Ah..." blast pulled the page to the end: "No more."
Chen Qingye: "Are there any photos in it?"
blast: "No."
Chen Qingye's brows furrowed even tighter: "Let's see if there is any relevant information in the files of the Administration."
The two carefully read through all the documents of the administration when it was just founded, but except for the document that stated the source of the investment funds, there was no mention of the family.
Blast is worried: "What should I do?"
Chen Qingye pondered for a while, then stood up: "Maybe, we can ask the insider."
"Ehhhh...!" Blast hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, but when he grabbed it, he suddenly heard so many bugs hidden in the other's sleeve, and hurriedly let go: "Yes, but, Do I think we should keep a low profile?"
"ace once trusted him, and we should be able to." Chen Qingye turned to look at blast: "Or, do you have a better idea?"
blast: "… okay."
He sighed sullenly, scratched the back of his head full of fiery red hair, and stood up.
It always feels like... Keeping secrets isn't really his forte.
·
"... Ji's family?" Liu Zhaocheng was taken aback: "Why are you asking this?"
"It's just that I found some unfamiliar words when I was sorting out the information." Chen Qingye replied without changing his face: "Because Ye Jia once asked you about the problems before the reorganization of the Administration, I think you should It can answer some of our confusions."
Liu Zhaocheng raised an eyebrow: "Organize the information? It's already this time, what other information are you arranging?"
Chen Qingye: "Routine..."
Blast interrupted him impatiently: "Hey old man, do you know..."
Chen Qingye knocked his head hard with a blank expression.
"Ouch." Blast covered his forehead and stopped talking aggrievedly: "Why did you hit me again?"
"Because you owe a fight." Chen Qingye said calmly.
He turned his head to look at Liu Zhaocheng, who was beside him, and said, "I just saw the name on the relevant materials for the establishment of the Administration, and I was a little confused."
"Hmm." Liu Zhaocheng touched his bald head: "I've only been in the bureau for thirty years, and I'm not very clear about the establishment..."
blast: "Look, I said it's useless to ask this old man..."
"But ah," Liu Zhaocheng's voice interrupted blast's nonsense: "I am also a native of M city, and I still know some rumors about this family..."
Chen Qingye was refreshed: "Like what?"
"First of all, his family is really rich." Liu Zhaocheng narrowed his eyes, as if he was lost in thought.
"We've known this for a long time, old man." Blast rolled his eyes rudely: "How can you invest in the Occult Authority without money?"
Liu Zhaocheng glared at him: "Are you listening?"
Chen Qingye turned his head and glanced at him lightly. In his sleeves, the dark-haired grandfather stuck his head out and waved his feet threateningly at him.
blast: "… "
huh.
Chen Qingye: "You continue."
Liu Zhaocheng took a deep breath slowly and said, "Also... They are all lunatics."
"what?"
The two in front of them were shocked.
"Mad?" Chen Qingye frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Liu Zhaocheng: "Literally."
He pulled out a dusty chair and sat down: "Eight out of ten people in his family have been in a mental hospital."
"Speaking of it..." Liu Zhaocheng thought about it and said, "There was a rumor at that time, but it was actually quite nonsense. It seems that the reason why his family has been able to accumulate so much wealth from generation to generation is actually because of private There is something going on between the gods and ghosts, so there are so many lunatics in the family."
"... an activity?" Chen Qingye was slightly taken aback.
Liu Zhaocheng took out his handkerchief, wiped the greasy sweat on his forehead, and said, "Yes, it's those things that are often rumored among the people. Some people say that his family made a deal with the fox fairy, and some people say that it's with the ghost ghost or something. Yes, anyway... not a serious fairy."
"What do you think their family invested in the Supernatural Administration for?" Chen Qingye asked.
"For what?" Liu Zhaocheng laughed: "Of course it's money."
…
"What is money!" The tall man stood in the room, his voice suddenly raised.
He is no longer young, but his face is very handsome, with sharp edges and corners in the light, with a deep and ruthless mid-blood, a pair of dark eyes radiating a fanatical light in the deep eye sockets, which makes people instinctively feel Fearful and cowering, he clenched his fists, and the handsome face became contorted, looking a bit terrifying: "If this thing is really successful, do you know what we can get?"
"But..." the woman's voice sounded.
"To shut up!"
A crisp slap sounded in the room.
Then, the woman sobbed softly.
outside the window.
The young man leaned his back against the wall and sat quietly in the darkness. He raised his eyes and looked at the starless and moonless sky above his head, with a pair of dark and gloomy eyes with an inexplicable expression.
It was midsummer, but he was wearing long trousers and long sleeves.
Under the loose neckline, we can see the welts that are still oozing blood. It seems to be newly printed. The new and the old overlap, which is particularly shocking on the child's fair and delicate skin.
After a long time.
The man opened the door on the other side, and the footsteps gradually drifted away.
In the bright room, half of the woman with red and swollen cheeks covered her face, and big tears fell drop by drop, seeping into the ground.
Suddenly, as if she noticed something, she turned her head and looked aside.
The young man stood at the dividing line between light and dark, his face immersed in shadows, only a pair of bright black eyes penetrated the darkness, quietly looking at the woman in front of him.
"Axuan..." The woman stretched out her hand to the boy: "Come to my mother."
The boy stood still.
"I know... It's my mother's fault that I entrusted you to your father to take care of you since you were a child." The woman's voice was mournful and choked: "... You've grown taller."
The boy hesitated for a moment and walked into the light.
There is no superfluous expression on a pale and beautiful face, but there is an indifference and maturity that does not match his age.
The woman stood up, walked over to him, spread her arms and embraced the boy:
"you lost weight."
Warm tears fell on the boy's shoulders, and he shivered slightly.
"Your father loves you very much too, he just didn't show it..." The woman gently placed a kiss on the boy's cheek: "Trust mother, don't run away in the future."
The boy did not answer.
"...Axuan." The woman called to him softly in his ear.
·
"… Xuan?"
Liu Zhaocheng was taken aback for a moment: "How do I know if there is anyone with this name in his family? You know, they are rich people, and there are many family members."
"Okay." Chen Qingye gave up exploring this issue.
After all, more than 40 years have passed, and it is really impossible for people to think of whether there is a person named Ji Xuan.
He changed directions and continued to ask, "Do you know what happened to the subsequent wildfire?"
"That..." Liu Zhaocheng thought for a while: "I didn't even enter the Administration Bureau at that time, I just remember that the whole house seemed to be on fire at that time, and in the middle of the night, half of the sky was red."
Blast asked, "Hey, do you know how that fire started?"
Liu Zhaocheng: "It should be a fire..."
He sighed: "Anyway, it was quite miserable at the time. It seemed that the bodies dragged out of it had been burnt out of human form, and they had all turned into coke-like appearance. There was no way to tell who was who."
"Could it be murder or arson or something?" Blast blinked, raised a hand, and a tuft of flames sprang from his fingertips.
He hehe smiled: "Isn't that how it is played in TV dramas?"
After the murder, in order to destroy the corpse and destroy the traces, he simply burned the entire mountain to the ground.
The flames danced and burned on blast's fingertips, and reflected in his eyes, like a burst of fire.
…
The firelight was reflected in the boy's eyes, and although there was still no other expression on his face, he looked a little lively.
"Okay, let's leave together." The woman seemed to finally make up her mind and held the boy's hand: "We can go to other cities to live together, to a place where your father can't find us."
The young man's dark eyes lit up with a scorching fire.
Under the collar, the welts had long since faded away, leaving only the skin with light brown scars, and his height had risen, almost flush with the woman's chest.
He gave a low "um", and the corners of his mouth curved slightly, revealing a short smile.
"Mom's private money is hidden nearby, go get it with me," the woman said.
"Okay." The boy nodded.
…
"Where is this?" The boy took a step back slowly.
"who are you?"
Immediately afterwards, the heavy palms of several adults landed on his slender shoulders, pulling him back abruptly.
"...Let me go!" The young man clenched his mother's palm tightly, clenching his teeth, his dark eyes flashing with a cold and murderous light like a wolf cub.
The woman raised her hand and grabbed the boy's wrist.
Then, little by little, she slowly pulled her hand out of the other's cramping fingers.
The young man was stunned for a moment, and several burly men beside him took the opportunity to pounce on him.
The child's teeth were sharp and merciless. In an instant, a piece of meat was torn from one of them's hands. The scream was accompanied by blood splashing. down.
"It's just a child, what's the matter with you?" The man's familiar voice sounded above his head, his tone gloomy and majestic.
The boy looked up.
I saw the man stretched out his hand and embraced the woman's shoulder, and the woman leaned on it with a smile.
The dark pupils shrank suddenly.
The next second he was distracted, several other people restrained him and dragged the struggling teenager to the center of the open space.
The red and black lines on the ground are interlaced, and it looks particularly eerie and terrifying in the dark night. Several bulges regularly bulge under the ground, and scarlet blood spreads from it.
"...Why." The boy's voice was low, with a hint of unbelievable trembling.
The man sighed and turned to look at the woman beside him: "It will be difficult to discipline the kid when he grows up, especially since his ability to absorb and grow is so fast now that we can hardly see him."
He smiled slightly and placed a kiss on the woman's forehead:
"Thank you for coming back, otherwise we really don't know what to do."
The young man's eyes stared at the woman not far away, his dark eyes flashed with a particularly paranoid look, his voice was suppressed, and he asked word by word:
"why?"
The woman looked back at him and said with a smile, "You are a good boy with gratitude."
In the depths of those dark, gentle eyes, there was a look that was exactly the same as the man beside him.
— Frenzy, extreme, crazy.
She said, "You must be willing to repay our upbringing, right?"
The scarlet blood slowly seeped out from under the ground, grabbed the boy's waist like a tentacle, and pulled him down little by little.
The young man did not struggle, his face was calm.
… was abandoned.
He raised his eyes, looked around at the people around him, and slowly passed over the familiar and hideous faces, his dark eyes looked indifferent, and the whispers that could always be heard in his ears became clearer. Like sticking to his side and whispering.
The light in the boy's bright eyes faded away.
Like a dark night, there are no stars and no moon, and it is pitch black and cold.
Something brand new tumbled out under the dark, filthy mud, the same look as his parents.
Same paranoia, same madness.
He smiled, his voice was very low, and he seemed to be talking to an insubstantial existence in a certain:
"it is good."
The wooden box that was put aside suddenly began to vibrate violently.
The faces of both men and women could not control the excitement and trembling expressions on their faces.
A small, shriveled sarcoma that had been stored for hundreds of years gurgles out and falls into the blood that snakes across the ground.
It soared at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming round and full, as if it had been given life again.
It rolled towards the center of the clearing.
The boy lowered his eyes and pinched it in his palm.
There was a sound of exclamation from a distance, which seemed to be preventing his next movements. They screamed and cursed, but they couldn't reach Ji Xuan, who was half-deep in a sea of blood.
The boy ate the sarcoid one bite at a time.
Chewing, swallowing, the scarlet liquid dripped down his lips, dripping into the black-red lines on the ground.
He raised his eyes, the dark red color spread and spread deep in the dark pupils, the scarlet devoured the darkness, like condensed blood churning at the bottom of the dark pupils.
In the next second, the blood on the ground instantly surged.
As if it had life, it swept away towards the people around it, roaring, devouring, chewing, and releasing its greedy appetite.
Screams and laughter mingled with everything, resounding through the dark sky.
Until everything quieted down.
Everything was eaten.
The boy smiled.
very nice.
That way we can be together forever.
·
Inside the dark school building.
The maddened voices of the ghosts echoed in the icy corridor, and in the distance came the harsh screams from the hunted humans, like razors cutting through the night.
Get used to it, very boring.
The little boy walked slowly along the empty corridor.
In the darkness in the distance, thick hair squirmed on the wall, wandering like a snake, chasing the humans ahead.
He turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.
The young man headed was slender, with sweat beaded on his forehead, and a pair of light-colored pupils shone with scorching light in the darkness, like a fire ignited in the abyss, with a stinging burning sensation.
Very disgusting look.
The little boy calmly watched the other party wipe his side and ran over.
He looked at the black hair that seemed to be about to rush towards him not far away, and narrowed his eyes.
court death.
The snake-like hair shrank, slowing down the speed of the pursuit.
The next second, the little boy felt that his wrist was grabbed by a strong force, and the other party's scorching palm was tightly pressed against his cold skin, bringing a temperature that seemed to be able to burn him, and he was stunned. For a moment, turn your head to look.
The young man had fine sweat oozing from his forehead, his eyes were sharp, and his tone was cold and hard:
"What are you doing! Run!"
The little boy was forced to run away. He raised his head and stared fixedly at the back of the young man in front of him. A scarlet light flashed across his eyes.
He licked his lips silently.
hungry.
·
"What? Are you soft-hearted again?"
"It's good that he is young, there is a broiler in the team."
The young man's voice came from afar, his tone was flat and indifferent.
The little boy's figure was hidden in the dark, with a pair of scarlet pupils squinting slightly, he raised his head and looked at the sky of the eternal night in the game, his expression was equally calm.
Eat or not
"Follow me, don't leave, if you are in danger because of running around, I can't save you."
The young man lowered his head and warned coldly.
Those light-colored eyes that looked like scorching fire in the dark stared fixedly at him, and the glass-like eyes reflected the blood around them, shining with a beautiful luster.
Ji Xuan felt his stomach tighten and spasm, screaming the urge to be hungry, and he nodded obediently.
I really want to know what the expressions of those players will be when they see what is waiting for them in front of them...
The only pity is that he can't eat the other party himself.
Pity.
Ji Xuan raised his hand to hold his stomach, his lips twisted into a morbid smile.
Bright light burst.
The warm palm of the human clasped his wrist involuntarily.
—The woman held his wrist tightly and pulled out her hand little by little.
The young man violently pulled him out.
Ji Xuan raised his eyes.
Hunger surged in his body, endless desire burned his body, and the scarlet cold tongue brushed the tip of his teeth.
hungrier.
The little boy raised his face and raised a smile on his lips: "Follow you, don't separate, right?"
"...Yes." The young man was obviously stunned for a moment.
"forever?"
The little boy narrowed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes covering the dark red light under his eyes.
The young man's expression turned a little softer, he nodded casually, and rubbed the top of the little boy's hair in front of him:
"right."
- Let's be together forever, brother.
…
"Brother." Ji Xuan said without warning.
Ye Jia was stunned: "What?"
"You stared at me for a long time." With a smile on his lips, the man leaned closer: "Is there anything you want to say to me?"
Ye Jia stepped back, his eyes flashed slightly: "It's nothing."
"What do you want to ask?" Ji Xuan raised his hand and gently placed it on the young man's wrist, his slender and pale fingers tightened slightly, and the smile on his lips deepened:
"I'll never lie to my brother."
The wrist in the palm is slender and cold, without a trace of human temperature, as pale and warm as jade.
Ji Xuan lowered his eyes and approached without a trace.
The scarlet eyes were half-closed, and the gaze fell on the face of the young man in front of him. If there was a substantive gaze, it slid down from the other party's smooth brow bone, down the tip of the nose, and finally stopped at the light color. On the lips that were slightly pursed because of absent-mindedness.
He licked his lips, the tip of his scarlet tongue swept across his lips, and there was a hint of greed in his eyes.
forever.