After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

Yejia opened the cover of the notebook.

It looks old. The specially treated paper has a strange blue color, making the writing font clearer and clearer.

A line of small characters was written on the title page, which had been blurred by the erosion of years, and the content was barely recognizable.

Happy father's day.

The font is tender, but every stroke is very serious.

Yejia's eyes stopped for a moment on the line of words, and his actions paused slightly, and then quickly turned the page over.

Ji Xuan sat beside him, his scarlet eyes half narrowed and looked thoughtfully at the young man in front of him.

Ye Jiazi carefully thumbed through the contents of the notebook.

This seems to be a diary. The dates on it are not continuous. The length of each diary is different, but the contents are very similar. It records some daily trivia. It seems to be an essay written by an old man at will.

Until Yejia turned over a whole book, he didn't find any useful information.

"How's it going?" Ji Xuan asked at the right time.

Yezei shook his head and frowned slightly, "there's nothing."

No.

A special anti-corrosion treatment was made, which was hidden in the limbs of the former director parasitized by sarcoma, and the notebook was carefully saved. There was no information related to the door.

Just because it's a gift from your daughter?

Yejia turned over the note again, and the pages filled with words made a clattering sound. Blank and blank, words and words staggered with each other, passing quickly in front of him.

... wait.

Yejia stared.

It's not that there's no information, but... It's encrypted.

His back was slightly straightened involuntarily, his eyes fixed on the small black book in front of him, and his mental strength was extremely concentrated.

After years of experience in the copy of the game, Yezei is no stranger to this encryption and decoding. Generally speaking, to decode this password, you need a string of key characters, that is, the key. If you decode without the key, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack, which is almost impossible

Yejia seemed to suddenly think of something and was stunned.

He slowly turned the book to the title page.

——Happy father's day.

On the light blue paper, the crooked small words appear particularly clear.

What is the most regretful thing about the former director - his grandfather?

Driven by ambition, he opened the door and killed his daughter.

So... What would the key be?

Yezei gently stroked his fingers over the title page, and there was an indescribable look at the bottom of his scarlet eyes.

He turned to Ji Xuan and said, "do you have any paper and pen?"

Ji Xuan nodded, his pale fingers lightly hooked, and the paper and pen flew from one of the rooms not far away and floated in front of Yejia.

Yezei said thank you, and then began to sit at his desk and write quickly, trying one by one.

——Mother's name.

no

——Mother's birthday.

no

——Mother's death.

Not really.

Yejia was a little stuck. He raised his head and looked at the dense paper that had been spread out in front of him. He frowned with a headache.

If these are not keys, what would they be?

Ji Xuan, who looked like a child, bent down beside him, twisted one of the papers with his fingers, frowned and looked at him: "what is this?"

Yejia took the paper back from his hand and said, "decode."

He pointed to the small notebook: "I think the former director encrypted the contents of his notebook for the purpose of..."

Yejia was stunned.

Purpose.

What is the purpose? To hide from your mother?

This little book is hidden in Qi Shengze's body. If it records the method of closing the door, as long as her mother finds the existence of this notebook, she doesn't need to decode the content and destroy it directly.

Well, this password is not against ghosts, but talents.

Yes

If Qi Sheng had already studied how to close the door, would it be bad to write it down and tell the authority directly?

But he chose to encrypt the things he had researched and write them in his notebook and hide them in his body - you know, the door had not been opened at that time, and even the game had not been born.

Ye Jia's fingers tightened slowly, and his fingertips turned white with force.

——I'm afraid the water in the supernatural authority is deeper than he thought.

However, in this case, at least the scope of the key is narrowed.

It can't be public information. Names, dates of death and birthdays are too conspicuous. If it's the authority, it's meaningless to use these things as keys.

What could it be?

Yezei lowered his eyes and looked down on the title page of his notebook. He raised his hand and gently stroked his finger belly on the smooth paper.

For a moment, it was like bright lightning suddenly cutting through the dark night sky. The long forgotten memory was like gravel rolled up by the flood, flashing in his mind without warning——

He was slightly stunned, and his fingertips stayed for a moment on "father's Day".

In Yejia's memory, the relationship between his mother and her father did not seem to be good. He had never seen his grandfather and rarely heard of this man from his mother.

The only time she talked to him about her father was one night.

Yezei could not recall the cause and effect, but only a broken fragment of the scene.

The elegant looking woman's head hangs slightly, and her smooth side face is illuminated by the light. She seems to be immersed in memories. Her voice is gentle. She talks about it in the dark and safe night. She said: "my father is a very busy man. He almost never goes home. I always missed him when I was young, so every father's day, I always prepare a gift for the trustee to take to his unit... But he never called me back or showed up. It lasted two or three years, so I gave up. When I grew up, I found... "

She smiled:

"The original date of father's day changes every year, and I only remember the specific time when I was four years old, so none of the gifts I sent later arrived on the correct date, so those packages were stopped by his unit as a prank. In fact, he never received my gifts."

At that time, Yejia, who was still young, raised his head and stared at his mother's face.

There was no superfluous expression on the woman's face, but it gave him a very sad feeling - this sadness left a deep impression on Yejia.

Coupled with the impact of his mother's death in front of him, every frame of memory between Yejia and his mother becomes precious.

So although the time has passed for a long time, he can still recall it now.

Mother... When she was four, the date of father's day.

Yezei was stunned, took out his mobile phone and turned over the calendar on it.

He took the month, year and day as the key and began decoding the notebook in front of him.

ten minutes later.

Yezei straightened up slowly and looked at the paper full of words scattered on the ground in front of him, with a strange shimmer in the bottom of his eyes.

... succeeded.

The contents of the first few sentences of the notebook have been successfully solved, which shows that the key is correct.

In fact, this matter itself... Represents a lot of information.

The purpose of creating ciphertext is twofold, not only to prevent people from knowing the content, but also to let the right people interpret it.

This date, only the mother herself knows.

At the time of writing this diary, she and her husband had been confirmed dead.

Then, the only remaining immediate family members are

He himself.

Ye Jia's lips are tight and his pupils are tiny.

This diary cannot be untied without him, which means——

From the moment his grandfather was put in prison, he knew very well that Yejia, who was still young at that time, had an irreplaceable important position in the whole subsequent events.

Yejia will live to that moment and see this diary.

This is... Specially written for him.

The truth of the matter seems to have begun to spread out slowly in front of him.

Yezei felt his fingertips tremble slightly. He didn't know whether it was because of excitement or fear, or both.

He took a deep breath, lowered his eyes and began to continue his unfinished work.

Blast hides his breath, chases the big fierce ghost and continues to move forward along the underground tunnel.

The underground passage is winding, and the soil layers on both sides have new excavation traces, extending in all directions.

Blast became more and more frightened and almost began to doubt whether the underground of M city had been hollowed out.

There was a glimmer of light on the top of the soil layer not far away.

The sound of falling heavy objects sounded overhead, and the gravel and dust fell down, making a fine sound in the empty channel.

Blast slightly lowered his body and looked at the direction through a layer of dim light.

Countless pale and twisted limbs appeared in his vision. Layers of corpses were stacked together, and there was almost no end to see. Blast could hardly tell how many corpses there were outside.

The chains jingled against each other.

Countless souls were pulled out of the bodies.

Under the cover of particularly strong Yin Qi around, those originally thin and scattered souls were dyed gray black and forced to become fierce ghosts.

One by one, they were thrown into the underground passage. They issued a sad cry and painful cry for help. They were whipped by the sharp whip in the fierce ghost's hand and walked hard to the distance.

Under the coercion of the fierce ghost, the new ghosts continued to dig deep.

The aim should still be to dig the dark liquid full of malice.

Blast glanced at the wailing soul not far away, clenched his teeth heavily, tightened his finger joints slightly, and made a gurgling sound of bone friction.

Although he wants to do something, but

Although lacking in wisdom, blast is still very wise in fighting. He knows very well that he is in an enemy camp and can only die fearlessly if he acts rashly.

At this time, a faint voice of conversation came from the tunnel overhead. Most of the content was not true, but blast keenly captured several key words:

"... lineage, ACE..."

He was slightly surprised and looked up in the direction of the voice.

Are those fierce ghosts talking about ace?

Blast turned his head and finally took a look at the tortured souls. Then, as if he had made up his mind, he turned and jumped out of the cave.

His movements were light and flexible, and he hardly made a sound when he landed.

This is already the city of M city.

The sky is darker than outside the city, and the head is shrouded in red and black, which looks like a sense of breathless oppression.

It is surrounded by ruins of buildings, and a high corpse mountain is piled up not far away. In the gloomy background, it looks like a huge white monster.

Blast turned and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw two fierce ghosts walking towards the city center one by one.

He secretly followed up, hung not far or near, and listened carefully.

The two seemed to be talking about the excavation of underground tunnels and the living people sent from all directions.

"... 1200 came from the East, and they have been thrown in."

"How many more people are needed to dig out all the springs?"

"I don't know. Tens of thousands." The fierce ghost replied very indifferently, "these are not what we should worry about. Just take care of your own business."

The body was like jelly, and the fierce ghost with four or five faces on his head shrank:

"But... But..."

"But what?"

"The lineage is really terrible..." it trembled with the naked eye, and a sad expression hung on four or five faces at the same time: "I really think I will be killed..."

"Then try not to be killed." In addition, the fierce ghost's attitude is very indifferent. It seems that he doesn't care about the safety of his companions: "anyway, you only need to survive this month."

"A month?" The jelly monster squirmed his body and hurriedly followed: "can I not be responsible for sending messages to them in a month?"

"Hey, hey, hey." The fierce ghost smiled twice, "yes."

"A month later... Mother doesn't need them anymore."

... no?

what do you mean?

Blast's eyes widened and his breath changed slightly.

Before he could figure out these joints in his heart, he saw that the two fierce ghosts in front seemed to suddenly perceive something, suddenly turned their heads, and countless pairs of eyes radiated sinister and malicious light: "who

too bad.

Blast was stiff.

His concealment level is not high. It's OK to cheat the dull ghost below. Once he meets a sharp high-level fierce ghost, he is likely to be found.

Blast retreated quickly, avoiding one of the claws attacking him, and then turned and fled to the ruins.

Sweat oozed from his forehead.

——We have to get out of here.

There was an extraordinarily loud noise outside the window.

Yezei was pulled out of his state of extreme concentration by the strange noise. He frowned slightly and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound:

"What happened?"

Ji Xuan walked to the window, his scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and said in a childish voice:

"It seems that outsiders broke in."

Outsiders?

Yezei was stunned.

Several familiar faces flashed through his mind.

Capable of reaching such a deep boundary, but also so rash... I'm afraid that's the only person.

Ye Jia Teng stood up, and a few pieces of paper that had not been filled on his knee fluttered and scattered. His eyebrows frowned: "I'll go and have a look."

Ji Xuan turned and walked to him: "No."

Yezei was stunned: "hmm?"

Ji Xuan looked at Yezei: "if you come forward, it's too easy to attract the eyes of other fierce ghosts, and it's also easy to arouse the suspicion of your mother."

He took Yejia's hand and pressed him firmly on the sofa: "I'll go."

Yezei frowned more tightly: "but..."

Ji Xuan: "don't worry, my mother is not in the city now, and if anything happens, my chess pieces placed under my mother can also be used."

Yejia thought for a few seconds and sighed with relief: "... OK."

"But..." Ji Xuan's words turned.

He slightly narrowed a pair of dark red eyes like blood, and a cunning light flickered at the bottom of his eyes: "it's still very dangerous."

Yezei frowned: "indeed, otherwise..."

Before he finished, he was interrupted by the little boy in front of him.

The other party looked up at Yejia pitifully with a pale and beautiful little face.

He raised his finger, touched his cheek and said in a childish voice, "lucky kiss, okay?"

Yezei: "

You deserve it.

Ji Xuan: "brother, you still owe me a whole night's hug, remember?"

Yezei: "......"

It seems that it does happen.

When he was in the capital, he was interrupted by the news released by the puppet master before he could finish the time.

Ji Xuan: "and good night kiss..."

Yejia: "I didn't promise to kiss good night!"

Ji Xuan nodded his cheek again and said, "you kissed me this time, I won't ask you to kiss good night."

Yezei: "............"

He took a deep breath, helplessly raised his hand and squeezed the bridge of his nose, then bent down and briefly and quickly touched each other's cheek.

At the moment when his lips were about to touch each other's cheeks, the other party suddenly turned his face sideways.

Yejia didn't react, and there was a soft and cold touch on his lips.

He was shocked and flung back.

The sudden movement made him lose his balance. The next second, he was surrounded by a pair of strong arms,

I saw the man close at hand with slightly deep eyes, thin lips and a low and hoarse voice:

"Brother, be careful."

Mingming has become a fierce ghost without body temperature. Yejia still feels a hot and strange feeling spreading from his lips, which makes him extremely uncomfortable.

Ji Xuan stopped when he saw good.

To prevent the other party from getting into trouble, he walked towards the door step by step. Before leaving, he turned his head and smiled at Yejia:

"I'll be right back."

When Yezei came back, the other party's figure had disappeared.

Yezei: "......"

Again!!

Day!

He sat down again with a gloomy face, bent down and picked up a few pieces of paper that had just touched the ground, and then continued to decode.

However, the nib hanging in mid air did not fall for a long time.

The original rustling sound of writing disappeared completely in the room, replaced by a dead silence.

After a long time, Yejia raised his hand expressionless, rubbed his lips with the back of his hand, and a pair of scarlet eyes flashed a vicious look.

When Ji Xuan comes back, I'd better beat him first.

Blast gasped heavily.

Behind him was an alley full of ruins. Not far away was a collapsed high-rise building. There was no way out.

Blast clenched his teeth and jumped towards the high place, but he didn't climb out for a few steps. He saw the traces of several fierce ghosts at the broken cement slab on his head.

He fought reflexively.

The hot flame was burning in the air and looked particularly dazzling in the dark sky.

All the fierce ghosts touched by the flame sent out sharp and shrill screams. The flames seemed to wrap around them like a spirit, and burned them to ashes in an instant.

However, more fierce ghosts climbed out from behind, bared their teeth and claws, and rushed ferociously towards blast.

He was pushed back.

A ferocious and excited roar came from behind.

Blast was shocked at the bottom of his heart and turned to look behind him - his back and front were surrounded tightly, and there was no possibility of protruding from the encirclement at all.

Then

Spell it.

The fundus of blast's eyes flickered with flames, his lips were slightly twisted, showing a smile full of war, and a cluster of fierce burning flames rose in his palm.

More fierce ghosts rushed over.

Just then, a man's lazy low voice came from a distance: "I said what are you arguing about."

The fierce ghost and blast both made a move and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

The tall and straight man stood on the top of the ruins, his facial features were cold and deep, his evil scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, his sharp thin lips hooked, and said calmly:

"It's just a bug. You didn't catch it for so long..."

Blast's pupils contracted suddenly.

——Ji Xuan!

He clenched his teeth, his teeth rubbed and made a gurgling sound, and his eyes stared at the man standing in the distance, as if he wanted to skin and bone each other.

"Shame." The man not far away looked down at them.

Those cold and dark eyes are indifferent and cold that do not belong to human beings, as if they are staring at the dust and grass under their feet.

"Ah, ah," blast shouted hoarsely. The flame in his palm soared for tens of feet. The whole person rushed straight towards Ji Xuan with hatred and anger that could almost burn each other out.

The next second, the scarlet sea of blood suddenly rose, surging and churning in the air without warning, as if a monster opened a huge and swallowed up each other.

For a moment, the whole audience was silent.

All the fierce ghosts stared at Ji Xuan not far away.

Ji Xuan smiled: "you've made a noise to your brother."

The next second, the sea of blood swept from all directions and swallowed all the fierce ghosts in the field in an instant.

The man glanced excitedly at the empty place, turned around, and his slender back dissipated in the air little by little.

It hurts... It hurts.

His whole body seemed to have been disassembled and reorganized. There was a heavy sense of suffocation on his chest, which made him out of breath at all.

It was pitch black.

Am I... Dead?

The sense of weight in his chest suddenly disappeared, and the dry and cold air poured into his throat, scraping his trachea and lungs like a knife. The thick smell of blood filled his mouth and nose, and the feeling of dizziness pressed him like a suddenly collapsed stone.

Blast coughed hoarsely.

"Hello... Hello!"

A familiar voice came from a distant place and sounded very anxious.

The warm and soft hand patted his back and let the breath of blast slowly flow down.

He opened his eyes with some difficulty.

In the blurred, shaking and shadowy vision, he saw the girl lower her head, frown slightly and look at him with a little concern:

"Hey, are you okay?"

Yes... Wei yuechu.

He has been pierced by the sickle of ACE and died in the dark and uninhabited abyss.

The girl patted him on the cheek: "are you awake?"

Blast is a little confused.

His mouth moved and asked vaguely, "I... am I in heaven?"

Why else would you see the dead?

Wei yuechu: "............"

She took a deep breath from the corner of her mouth and slowly stretched out her hand to touch the thick book which was very painful at the sight of beating people.

Heaven, your mother!