Chapter 1

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date="2021-08-29"

title="Chapter 1"

weight="133855"

series = ["After an Infinite Flow Player Retires"]

mode = "manual"

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At noon in midsummer, there were few people in the street.

At the corner, in the critical window of the milk tea shop, the clerk sat in front of the counter drowsy.

"Pearl Boba cake milk tea, thank you."

"Ah!" The sleepy salesgirl heard a thrill, quickly raised her head and habitually stubble: "OK, excuse me..."

Her voice gave a loud.

The sun was hot, and there was no breeze in the white air, and the ground seemed to be roasted and made a nourishing sound.

The young man stood in the sun, as if he could not feel the hot summer sun. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down at the window.

His skin is very white, his figure is slender, and the color of his eyes and hair are also light. He is almost transparent amber in the sun. His excessively white skin color shows no trace of exposure, and there is no sweat on his forehead and nose.

Seeing that the other party had not replied for a long time, Yezei coughed politely:

"Hello?"

The salesgirl suddenly recovered. She quickly nodded, "Oh, oh! Now! "

She skillfully reached out to pick up the paper cup on one side and asked:

"Would you like room temperature or ice?"

"Hot." Yejia took out two notes and put them on the windowsill.

... drinking hot milk tea in such hot weather?

Moreover, in this age, there are still young people who don't use mobile phones to pay.

The salesgirl whispered in her heart and began to turn back and busy.

Five minutes later.

Yezei walked slowly to the building with hot milk tea.

Two men stood in the shadow under the building, with their heads down, wondering what they were doing.

Zhao Dong raised his head and looked at Yezei standing aside. His eyes fell on the milk tea held in Yezei's hand and joked:

"Can't you get tired of these sweet things?"

"You don't understand." Yezei shrugged and replied casually, "I call learning the business model of milk tea shop in advance."

Standing aside, Cheng CE Zhi raised his head and looked blankly at the two people chatting in front of him: "... What?"

Zhao Dong "ha ha" smiled: "I don't know. Our young master Ye dreams of opening a milk tea shop after retirement, so he has begun to plan for the future from now on."

Cheng cezhi: "

Wait, he looks like he's only in his twenties at most.

He couldn't help asking, "but isn't there at least forty years left?"

Yezei replied, "the government doesn't support idle people. In case of layoffs one day, I will be the first to be laid off."

He drank milk tea slowly again: "I call it preparing for a rainy day."

Zhao Dong: "

Cheng cezhi: "

So, why is it so justifiable for someone to say that they eat in government organs and wait for death?

Yejia brought the topic back:

"How did you measure?"

"Not very well." Cheng CE Zhi lowered his head and glanced at the dark instrument like a detector in his hand, frowning: "there is hardly any useful data collected here."

Zhao Dong frowned:

"The index is too low. It seems that we have to go in in the end. "

Ye Jia's eyes drooped slightly, looked at the two people in front of him, studied the index on the instrument, and sipped the hot milk tea in the cup again.

Mellow fresh milk and refreshing tea are mixed together, slightly hot, but there is no problem.

By the end of this month, Yaga had served in the supernatural authority for two years.

The supernatural authority, as its name suggests, is a government secret department that manages all supernatural phenomena.

Most of the people targeted by this department are wandering lonely ghosts, who occasionally make some strange sounds and phenomena. Powerful ghosts and grievances only appear occasionally, and the probability of meeting together is almost comparable to winning the lottery.

The authority is responsible for solving these supernatural phenomena before they are discovered by the public, and explaining them in a scientific way afterwards, so as to prevent ordinary people from discovering that there is such a treacherous world with surging waves in their daily quiet life, which is called protecting civilians - but Yejia has reservations about this.

There are talented people in the supernatural authority, but they are basically concentrated in the headquarters.

The logistics department where Yezei works is basically ordinary people, who are responsible for doing chores, doing written work, or occasionally going out of the field once or twice to clean the battle scene and collect data.

——In short, social animals.

"It's really a bit of a back when I'm out of the field in such a hot day." Zhao Dong wiped the sweat on his forehead and looked a little depressed: "I hope there is an air conditioner in it."

He turned his head and looked at Yejia, who was wandering aside. He sighed jealously, "if only I were as afraid of heat as you."

Yejia was too lazy to pay attention to him.

He yawned again, drank the milk tea and threw it into the trash can:

"Let's make a quick decision."

The empty bottom of the paper cup and the trash can collided, making a dull noise.

The noise of news broadcast came from the electric appliance store next to the building, which seemed distant and vague in the hot air baked by the sun. Without careful listening, it was almost impossible to distinguish the content of the host's speech:

"... recently, there have been many strange disappearances in the city... The police are fully investigating..."

The three men carried the equipment box to the building.

The building was gloomy.

Compared with the almost dazzling light outside, the building is much darker, but it is also muggy.

The air was filled with the peculiar smell of mildew and dampness in the old buildings, which made people almost out of breath.

Zhao Dong wiped his face and cursed angrily.

No air conditioning.

Cheng Zezhi focused on the detector in his hand - it is a product developed by the authority to detect and collect abnormal energy, but at the moment, the broken line on the display screen remained motionless, and there was no change from outside to inside the building.

He shook his head and gave up trying: "go, go upstairs."

The elevators here are obviously old. The narrow space is full of rust marks and stains. Various small advertisements are pasted layer by layer. With the rise and shaking, the steel cable friction makes a startling creak, as if it would fall at any time.

Looking at the increasing number of layers, Yejia asked:

"What scene are we going to this time?"

One of Cheng CE was surprised: "no, brother ye, didn't you read the task file before you came?"

Yejia slowly replied, "it's too long."

Cheng cezhi: "

Although he now knows a little about his colleagues' unscrupulous fishing style, it's a little too sincere.

He sighed and began to briefly summarize the task for the other party.

A young girl mysteriously disappeared after entering the building. The surveillance camera at the door of the building only recorded that she came in and never went out again. It was not until a week later that the residents smelled the smell of decay and called the police that her body was found in room 404. Her skin had been completely stripped off, and her belly was swollen due to decay, But strangely, she lay peacefully in bed without any signs of struggle and binding.

Cheng CE Zhi grabs his hair:

"Because there have been many similar disappearances in the city recently, the above paid great attention to it and specially sent a task force to investigate. They looked at the scene of the murder and found nothing wrong, so they directly made a transcendence for the girl's spirit."

In fact, it is more like killing. This kind of dead soul can easily develop into a more terrible evil soul. Therefore, the organization often starts first to kill the hidden danger in the cradle.

"What are we this time?" Yezei glanced at the detector in Cheng CE's hand.

"Collect the residual energy." Cheng cezhi replied, "take it back and see if there is any value that can be analyzed."

Just then, just listen to the "Ding".

With a tremor, the elevator stopped and the elevator door jammed, but it slowly opened to both sides.

The door of 404 is closed, and the Yellow isolation belt at the murder scene has not been removed. Even across the first floor door, you can still smell the pungent smell of disinfectant, which can not be covered up.

Cheng cezhi felt some nausea.

He emboldened himself: "let's go, let's go."

Most of the furniture and obstacles in 404 have been cleaned. A human figure lying on his back is drawn on the ground, and the smell of decay is stronger.

Yezei hung his eyelids and leaned against the wall idly, watching them busy.

Zhao Dong put on his gloves, opened his portable notebook and began to write and draw on it. Cheng cezhi scanned the room inch by inch with a detector to explore even a slight fluctuation.

It's strange.

After being transcended, the undead often has some residual energy. The greater the resentment, the more residual energy. Logically, this young girl is dead in vain. It shouldn't be so clean here.

When Cheng Zezhi moved to the door, suddenly, a slight fluctuation was detected on the instrument dial.

Very subtle, but the broken line obviously jumped.

He was happy and walked along the direction of energy fluctuations, exploring the best angle to collect more fluctuations.

Unconsciously, Cheng Zezhi left the room.

He looked intently at the instrument in his hand and walked slowly down the dark depths of the corridor.

Suddenly, Cheng CE suddenly stopped his steps.

He looked up, but was surprised to find himself standing at the door of the elevator.

Cheng CE looked around blankly.

No... he clearly remembered that he was walking in the opposite direction of the elevator. How could he?

There was a dead silence in the corridor.

The dazzling sunlight outside the building seemed to be unable to penetrate the foggy dirty glass. In the dark and narrow space, it was illuminated by the light bulb on top of the head. The walls were mottled and loomed under the dim flashing light.

Cheng cezhi shivered involuntarily.

Wait, why is it so cold?

The muggy feeling in the downstairs hall seems to be something of the last century.

Obviously there was no wind, but he seemed to feel that an extremely cold breath eroded the texture, quickly soaked into the cracks of the bones, and a sense of trembling climbed up from the depths of the spine, which made him feel inexplicably flustered.

And it's too quiet.

Cheng CE Zhi turned in panic and looked behind him, but the door of 404 was closed, and he couldn't see the bodies of the two people walking with him.

Suddenly, without warning, the detector in his hand suddenly began to ring madly.

The harsh mechanical sound reverberated in the empty and cold staircase. Cheng cezhi was shocked. Subconsciously, he looked down at the instrument in his hand. He saw that the broken line above rose sharply, and the soaring index trembled, as if he were anxiously warning.

The next second, there was a sudden sound behind him.

Ding.

When no one pressed the button, the elevator door opened slowly and silently.

Countless dark hands poked out of the elevator door. Each hand was as cold as ice, tightly attached to Cheng cezhi's exposed skin and sucked the temperature of his body.

"Hee hee."

One by one, they entangled him tightly.

Cheng cezhi's teeth trembled, and his breath condensed into white fog in the air, wet and sticky to his nose.

His eyes widened in horror, but his shrill scream was blocked in his throat like ice, making him only have a strange throat sound of "cluck".

Then, Cheng CE Zhi heard a small voice ringing in his ear and whispered with insidious malice:

"So hungry, so hungry... Hee hee."

The scene before us is like a nightmare that can't climb out.

In extreme panic, Cheng CE's eyes turned over and fainted.

More little black hands poked out of the elevator and pulled Cheng cezhi to fall towards the darkness. Just then, a lazy voice came from a distance and suddenly broke the silence:

"Hello."

The young man's eyelashes, white to almost transparent, half covered a pair of eyes as light as glass. Standing at the entrance of the corridor not far away, he said calmly:

"This is my colleague. I can't."

"It smells good..." the little black hands wriggled and muttered, "he smells good."

"I was going to save it for the last one to eat."

"But he found out."

"Then eat it now!"

The next second, countless dark hands came out of the elevator room and attacked the young people standing not far away along the wall and floor!

"So hungry, so hungry, so hungry!"

The sound became sharper and sharper, as if fingernails were scraping on the glass:

"I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat..."

Unexpectedly, the youth did not dodge.

Little Black grabbed his thin white wrist and began to smoke happily——

Then, a sharp scream came from the black hand: "no! incorrect! what is it? What is this! "

There is aura on the living and Yin on the dead.

When Yin Qi is condensed and resentment accumulates, you become a fierce ghost.

——In front of the young man's living body, there was a dark and bone deep ghost spirit.

Thick and dark, cold and evil.

He calmly lowered his eyes, and there was no superfluous expression on his face. The whole person was like an ethereal shadow, standing far away from the world and looking down at the fierce ghost in front of him.

The almost overwhelming force rolled and surged in his human body, silently revealing the sharp and terrible claws and teeth.