After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

A touch of shock ran across Ye Jia’s eyes.

This is the first time his expression has changed tonight, like a small gap that suddenly splits in a perfect mask, revealing a little bit of real emotions.

There was dead silence in the corridor.

You can only hear the “sizzle” sound from the voice-controlled light overhead.

The little boy walked towards him from the end of the corridor, a dark vortex rolled behind him, as if it was eroding the light bit by bit:

“Brother, I miss you so much.”

Ye Jia didn’t move.

He did not step back, nor did he step forward. He just stood there steadily, watching the little boy approaching him step by step.

“Why don’t you come to me?”

He approached step by step.

Question by sentence:

“Brother, don’t you like me anymore?”

The distance between the two was shortened little by little, and finally only one step away.

The boy raised a pale little face and looked at Ye Jia with those dark and dark eyes, his voice carrying the hoarseness unique to the juvenile voice change period:

“Why did you leave me?”

Ye Jia looked down at the little boy in front of him, the dark tide raging deep in the pale eyes, like the gloomy sea before the storm hit.

“Brother, I’m so cold.” The little boy looked at him sadly, his thin shoulders trembling slightly, and the dark eyes gleaming with tears.

—Finally, Ye Jia’s fingertips hanging on his side moved slightly.

He slowly squatted down, then opened his arms to gently embrace the little boy in his arms.

The little boy’s pointed chin rested on the thin shoulders of the young man. The whites and pupils of the eyes were dyed dark in places where the other party could not see, and his pale lips were slowly stained with blood-like bright red, strangely. Tilt up.

At this time, the young man opened his mouth close to his ear, his voice with countless emotions and sighs, and a trace of unspeakable sadness:

“do you know…”

The deeper the corners of the scarlet mouth are pulled up, the more greedy and terrifying—

Continue to repent.

Let your soul brew more fragrant smell…

The next second, the other party’s voice suddenly became cold and calm: “The first thing he will do after seeing me is not to come up and hug me.”

Ye Jia’s voice was as soft as a sigh, even with a slight smile:

“—But kill me.”

The smile on the “little boy”‘s face froze: What…? !

Before it could react, a cold feeling suddenly passed through his chest, like a wisp of breeze.

The “little boy” lowered his head slowly.

The huge sickle shone brightly in the dim light, and cut its body in half as easily as cutting tofu.

This this…

It was so wide that he could hardly believe what he saw.

Immediately afterwards, the pain of substance began to roll in its body, and a screaming scream came out from its high-hanging lips: “Ah ah ah ah ah ah -“

The shape of the little boy melted, it turned into a pale and huge face, underneath the face were a dense network of blood vessels like a spider web. Those blood vessels were buried deep under the ground and walls, as if they were building a whole building. The floor is nutritious.

The face roared unwillingly, the scarlet blood vessels danced in the air frantically, and a pair of white-black eyes stared at the young man in front of him bitterly.

Ye Jia stood up slowly.

Pale fingers with distinct joints gripped the black sickle handle, a pair of inorganic light-colored eyes drooping, condescendingly looking at the monster struggling and roaring slowly under his feet, slowly dissolving, he gave a quick chuckle:

“Bonappetit.”

[I wish you a good appetite]

That weird and ugly face was twisted on the ground, and the color became lighter and lighter, while the deafening roars and screams were slowly diminishing, and the smell of fish and rotting floating in the air was decayed. The smell also became thin and faint.

The dark clouds that had originally shrouded the entire residential building began to slowly disperse.

Ye Jia squinted his eyes and brushed the tip of his pale tongue across his lower lip.

—In fact, the taste is okay.

Especially compared to the sucker he had eaten earlier.

It smells like a radish.

Suddenly, as if feeling something, he raised his hand and rubbed it against his cheek.

The fingertips were stained with bright red.

Ye Jia’s side face didn’t know when a thin slit was cut, and a trace of blood slowly leaked out.

He frowned somewhat annoyed.

I was still distracted just now.

On the pale skin, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a few seconds, there was only a shallow mark and blood that had not dried up.

Ye Jia turned and walked out.

As he passed the half-open door on the first floor, he paused and turned his head to look into the room.

The old man’s stiff corpse sat quietly in the armchair, looking at the blue sky with blank eyes, as if waiting for the fate to come.

The crumpled piece of paper fell on the ground.

Ye Jia hesitated, turned and walked into the room, bent over to pick up the piece of paper from the ground, and then put it back on the old man’s lap.

Just like at the beginning.

Before leaving, Ye Jia turned off the lights in the room.

He looked at the dark room and said, “Good night.”

The night breeze outside the residential building restored its previous warmth.

Ye Jia walked forward along the road, and the little black hand finally untied his body at this moment, and crawled back onto Ye Jia’s shoulder.

It grabbed Ye Jia’s collar and secretly glanced at his quiet profile.

Finally, Xiao Hei summoned his courage and asked carefully:

“Um… just in the building, who was the last little boy?”

Ye Jia’s gaze fell far in the vast night sky: “…a person who doesn’t matter.”

He retracted his gaze, glanced at the little black hand on his shoulder, and frowned:

“When did I allow you to come out?”

Little Black Hand: “…Hey.”

In the death gaze of the opponent, it re-tied itself back into the knot, and then crawled back into Ye Jia’s pocket.

The little black hand stared at the dark cloth in front of him in a daze.

Speaking of which… it once saw the king secretly in the distance.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion. The kid just now… seems a bit similar to Wang?

It recalled Ye Jia’s gaze just now, shivered, and quietly shrank into his pocket.

Forget it.

Wait until the boss forgets to fill up Xiaojindou with his deposit.

Now he still doesn’t hit his gun.

·

the next day.

Ye Jia received a text message from Zhao Guangcheng.

Based on the loopholes in the confession of Wang Shize and his wife, and the clues they found in their apartment, they have determined that the two of them are suspected of murdering Zhao Xiake. The police have opened a case for investigation. This time, there is an official from the Supernatural Administration. Help. Obviously, it won’t be lost because of insufficient evidence like the last time.

Ye Jia put down the phone, ignoring the gaze of the little black hand on the side, locked the screen and tucked it into his pocket.

“Don’t think about it.” He shook his index finger blankly.

Little Black Hand: “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu let me play with my phone, I was wrong!!”

Ye Jia turned a blind eye to its prayer: “You can’t touch your mobile phone for a week, or you can’t touch your mobile phone for a week. One day will not work.”

Little Black Hand: “…”

Hard-hearted humans! !

It languished and put itself softly on the back of the chair, like noodles swaying in the wind.

Before it could get rid of the feeling of loss, there was a knock on the door: “Brother Ye! It’s me!”

It was Cheng Cezhi’s voice.

The little black hand suddenly became energetic, rushed over and twisted the door open.

Although he had seen it more than once, Cheng Cezhi was obviously uncomfortable with a non-human being who opened the door for himself. His eyes drifted down, and he was a little hesitant to walk in.

Xiao Hei Shou didn’t notice anything else.

It eagerly explored the past: “Is there a landlord on the phone? Borrow it to play?”

Cheng Cezhi: “…”?

Fight, fight the landlord?

The ghost still has this interest? ?

When Cheng Cezhi doubted his life, Ye Jia’s voice came from a distance:

“…Don’t give it!”

Cheng Cezhi: “…”

? ? ?

what?

Ye Jia walked out of the room and glanced at Xiao Hei Shou lightly.

No words were even needed, the little black hand visibly wilted, and hung himself back on the back of the chair again.

Cheng Cezhi stared blankly at the weird scene before him, only to find his own language function for a long time:

“This… Is this…?”

Ye Jia smiled, but her voice sounded cold and scary: “It’s nothing, it’s just a punishment for its indiscriminate spending.”

Cheng Cezhi: “…”

…This answer does not explain his doubts about the worldview very much.

“So,” Ye Jia pulled the topic back: “What are you doing again this time?”

Cheng Cezhi: “… Brother Ye, the word “you” is very hurtful.”

The smile on Ye Jia’s face did not change, and he was obviously not ready to comfort Cheng Cezhi’s injured heart.

Cheng Cezhi had to scratch his head and continued: “By the way, I’m here to tell you that Zhao Dong was on vacation due to an accidental injury, so the Minister asked me to bring you something to end the vacation early.”

He smiled enthusiastically at Ye Jia: “I just happened to be on the way, I can pass you a little bit!”

Ye Jia: “…”

Sure enough, the appearance of this newcomer is definitely not a good thing.

Ye Jia forced a smirk: “Do you now understand why I don’t want to see you?”

His vacation ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! !

Cheng Cezhi: “…understand.”

I accidentally forget that this is a fish-catching employee who can take a vacation and doesn’t want to go to work.

Sorry, I overstepped.

·

Inside an old residential building.

The old man’s body was already frozen and cold, and suddenly, there was a sudden agitation on the back of the wrinkled hand.

A face the size of a fingernail gradually emerged.

The face looked pale and weird, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was distorted and terrifying.

Fortunately, it kept part of itself on this corpse when it first performed the illusion, otherwise it would really be completely wiped out in that corridor.

The black eyes without white whites were full of bitterness and resentment.

Unexpectedly… the delicious food that was about to reach my mouth would actually kill my life.

That’s disgusting.

but…

A vicious and excited smile appeared on the face with the big fingernails.

It now has more valuable gains.

The iconic sickle, and the ability to crush most ghosts…

That’s right, it must be right this time.

The ACE, which all ghosts were searching for, actually appeared in front of it today.

Hehehe…

Thinking of the astonishingly high bounty on the hatred list, the smile on that face became more joyful and wanton-as long as the king is provided with news, then it will soon be able to return to its strongest state, and may even jump. Climb to the throne of A-level ghosts.

After Wang Zhen really caught the ACE, it might still have a share of the pie to avenge today’s revenge.

Indulging in sweet fantasies, the corners of that face’s mouth became higher.

It separated the only ray of yin on its body, and spread the news to the outside.