After an Infinite Flow Player Retires

According to this logic

Yejia turned to look at the man sitting beside him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his dark red fundus looked dark and inexplicable.

Since the direct blood of the person who opened the door is his own, the direct blood of the person who created the door can only be his own——

……

"... Ji Xuan."

"Ji Xuan!"

The middle-aged man's low and dignified voice came from the door.

A corner of the gate was pushed open. In the gap, the dark yellow light came in and fell on the boy's pale face, illuminating his dark eyes.

The boy turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound. A pair of dark and bright eyes were hidden under the long eyelashes, reflecting the glimmer of glass in the dark. His voice was young and clean: "father."

"How's your homework today?"

"Done." The boy answered calmly.

"Did you eat them all?"

"Eat it."

"Very good." The man standing at the door smiled with satisfaction, turned around and waved to his back.

A food was pushed in.

The boy with dark eyes bowed his head and said, "thank you, father."

The door closed again and the room became dark again.

The boy stood up, walked to the door step by step, squatted down and picked up the tray.

He was barefoot, his feet were stained with sticky blood, and made a sticky sound with his steps.

Broken limbs and broken meat were scattered on the dark and wet ground. Those limbs were blue and white and twisted. They seemed to turn into dark dust at a speed visible to the naked eye and dissipate in the air.

The air was full of stench and bloody smell.

The boy's pale cheek was splashed with a few drops of dark red blood, which slipped slowly down his side face, like several deep wounds in the dark.

He sat on the ground among the ghost's broken limbs and began to eat without changing his face.

Blast sits on the ground in a mess of information, frowning and looking a little tangled.

With his cell phone in his hand and his head down, he turned over and said:

"I checked. The Ji family, who invested in the supernatural administration, seemed to have great power 40 or 50 years ago."

"What do you say?" Chen Qingye leaned over and glanced at the small characters on the mobile 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 flashed by. It was all the fields that the family had been involved in. It looked quite successful.

"It seems that our ancestors can be traced back to a long time ago in M City," blast said with emotion: "old money..."

Chen Qingye nodded: "indeed..."

He frowned slightly: "but now I don't seem to have heard of this family. What happened to them later? Is it decaying? "

"Ah..." blast was stunned, and his sliding hand stopped: "look here."

A mountain fire destroyed the Ji family's main house in the suburb of M city. It seems that few people survived.

Blast shook his head and sighed, "what a pity. Where did they go after so much money?"

"Trust fund, probably." Chen Qingye didn't know much about this, so he guessed an answer casually and prevaricated: "then? Anything else? "

"Ah..." blast pulled the page to the bottom: "no more."

Chen Qingye: "are there any photos in it?"

Blast: "No."

Chen Qingye frowned more tightly: "see if there is any relevant information in the archives of the authority."

The two men carefully read all the information of the authority when it was just founded, but no one mentioned the family except the document that wrote the source of investment funds.

Blast was worried: "what should I do?"

Chen Qingye pondered for a long time and stood up: "maybe we can ask insiders."

"Hey, hey...!" Blast hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, but when he grabbed it, there was a sudden sound of so many insects hidden in each other's sleeve, and hurriedly released his hand: "but, however, I think we should keep a low profile?"

"Ace once trusted him, and we should be able to." Chen Qingye turned to blast: "or do you have a better idea?"

Blast: "... OK."

He sighed listlessly, scratched the back of his head full of fiery red hair, and stood up.

I always feel... It's not his strong point to keep secrets.

"... Ji family?" Liu Zhaocheng was stunned: "why do you ask this?"

"I just found some unfamiliar words when sorting out the materials." Chen Qingye replied without changing his face: "because Yezei asked you about the problems before the reorganization of the authority, I think you should be able to answer some of our puzzles."

Liu Zhaocheng raised one eyebrow and said, "sort out the data? It's this time. What else do you have to sort out? "

Chen Qingye: "routine..."

Blast impatiently interrupted him: "Alas, old man, do you know..."

Chen Qingye knocked him on the head without expression.

"Ouch." Blast covered his forehead and said no more, "why did you hit me again?"

"Because you owe me a call." Chen Qingye said calmly.

He turned to Liu Zhaocheng and said, "I just saw the name on the relevant information about the establishment of the authority and felt a little confused."

"Well." Liu Zhaocheng touched his bald head: "I have only been in the authority for more than 30 years, and I am not very clear about what happened when I was established..."

Blast: "look, I said it's no use asking the old man..."

"But ah," Liu Zhaocheng's voice interrupted blast's nonsense: "I'm also a native of M city. I still know some gossip of this family..."

Chen Qingye was inspired: "for example, what?"

"First of all, his family is really rich." Liu Zhaocheng narrowed his eyes, as if he had fallen into meditation.

"We already know that, old man." Blast rolled his eyes impolitely: "how can you invest in the supernatural authority without money?"

Liu Zhaocheng glared at him: "do you listen or not?"

Chen Qingye turned his head and glanced at him faintly. In his sleeve, the dark ah Chang leaned out his head and waved his claws to him menacingly.

blast：“……”

Hum.

Chen Qingye: "you continue."

Liu Zhaocheng slowly took a deep breath and said, "Oh... Their family is crazy."

"What?"

The two people in front were surprised.

"Madman?" Chen Qingye frowned and asked, "what do you mean?"

Liu Zhaocheng: "literally."

He opened a dusty chair and sat down: "eight out of ten people in his family have been in a mental hospital."

"Speaking..." Liu Zhaocheng thought for a moment and said, "there was a rumor at that time. In fact, it was quite nonsense. It seemed that the reason why his family could accumulate so much wealth from generation to generation was actually because there were some activities between ghosts and gods in private, so there were so many madmen in the family."

"... activities?" Chen Qingye was slightly stunned.

Liu Zhaocheng took out his handkerchief, wiped the greasy sweat on his forehead and said, "yes, it's those things often rumored among the people. Some people say that his family deals with Fox immortals, others say it deals with ghosts and ghosts. In short... It's not a serious immortal."

"What do you think their family invested in the supernatural authority for?" Asked Chen Qingye.

"For what?" Liu Zhaocheng laughed: "of course it's money."

……

"Money is nothing!" The tall man stood in the room, his voice suddenly rising.

He was not young, but his face was very handsome. He looked angular in the light. He was as deep and cold as a Chinese hybrid. A pair of dark eyes radiated fanatical light in the deep sockets of his eyes, which made people feel fear and cringe instinctively. He clenched his fist, and his beautiful face became distorted, It looks a little scary: "if this thing really succeeds, do you know what we can get?"

"But..." the woman's voice sounded.

"Shut up!"

A crisp slap sounded in the room.

Then the woman sobbed in a low voice.

Outside the window.

The boy held his back against the wall and sat quietly in the darkness. He raised his eyes and looked at the starrless and moonless sky above his head. A pair of dark eyes looked inexplicable.

It's Midsummer, but he's wearing long pants and long sleeves.

Under the loose collar, you can see the bleeding whip marks, which seem to be newly printed. The new and old overlap, which is particularly shocking on the child's white and delicate skin.

A long time later.

The man opened the door on the other side, and the footsteps gradually went away.

In the bright room, the woman with red and swollen cheeks covered her face, and big tears fell drop by drop and penetrated into the ground.

Suddenly, as if she had noticed something, she turned and looked aside.

The boy stood at the boundary between light and darkness, his face immersed in the shadow, only a pair of bright black eyes penetrated the darkness and quietly looked at the woman in front of him.

"Ah Xuan..." the woman stretched out her hand to the boy: "come to mom."

The boy stood where he was.

"I know... It's my mother's fault that I entrusted you to your father's care when I was a child." The woman's voice was sad and choked: "... You've grown tall."

The boy hesitated and walked into the light.

There is no superfluous expression on a pale and beautiful little face, but there is an indifference and maturity inconsistent with age.

The woman stood up, came to him, spread her arms and hugged the boy in her arms:

"You're thin."

Warm tears fell on the boy's shoulder, and he trembled slightly.

"Your father loves you too, he just doesn't show it..." the woman gently printed a kiss on the boy's cheek: "believe mom, don't run away in the future."

The boy didn't answer.

"... ah Xuan." The woman called him gently in his ear.

"... Xuan?"

Liu Zhaocheng was stunned: "how do I know if there are people with this name in his family? You know, they are rich. There are many direct branches in the family."

"All right." Chen Qingye gave up exploring this issue.

After all, more than 40 years have passed, it is impossible for people to remember whether there is a man named Ji Xuan.

He changed his direction and continued to ask, "do you know what happened to the subsequent mountain fire?"

"Well..." Liu Zhaocheng thought, "I didn't enter the Management Bureau at that time. I just remember that the whole house seemed to be burning up at that time. It turned half the sky red at night."

Blast asked, "well, do you know how the fire started?"

Liu Zhaocheng: "it should be a fire..."

He sighed: "anyway, it was very miserable at that time. It seemed that the bodies dragged out from the inside had been burned into a non-human shape. They all turned into coke. There was no way to distinguish who was who."

"Could it be murder, arson or something?" Blast blinked, raised one hand, and a cluster of flames sprang up at his fingertips.

He smiled: "isn't that what's in TV dramas?"

After the murder, in order to destroy the corpse, he simply burned up the whole mountain.

The flame was beating and burning at blast's fingertips, reflected in his eyes, like a layer of flaming fire.

……

The fire was reflected in the bottom of the boy's eyes. Although there was still no other expression on his face, he looked a little vibrant.

"OK, let's leave together." The woman seemed to finally make up her mind and took the boy's hand: "we can go to other cities together and live where your father can't find us."

The boy was dark and his eyes were burning.

Under the collar, the whip marks had long faded, leaving only the skin with light brown scars. His height had soared, almost flush with the woman's chest.

He gave a low "um" sound, and the corners of his mouth bent slightly, revealing a short smile.

"Mom's private money is hidden nearby. Go and get it with me." Said the woman.

"OK." The boy nodded.

……

"Where is this?" The boy stepped back slowly.

"Who are you?"

Then, several adults' heavy palms fell on his slender shoulders and forcibly pulled him back.

"... let me go!" The boy clung to his mother's palm, clenched his teeth, and his dark eyes glittered like wolf cubs.

The woman raised her hand and held the boy's wrist.

Then, little by little, slowly, she pulled her hand out of each other's convulsed fingers.

The young man was stunned, and several big men around him took the opportunity to rush at him.

The child's teeth were sharp and merciless. In an instant, he tore a piece of meat from one of them's hands, screamed and splashed with blood. The meat fell into the dust, rolled a few times, touched the edge of the man's boots and stopped.

"It's just a child. What's the matter with you?" The man's familiar voice sounded overhead, with a gloomy and dignified tone.

The boy looked up.

The man reached out and grabbed the woman's shoulder. The woman leaned up with a smile.

The dark pupils contracted suddenly.

The next second he was distracted, several other people stopped him and dragged the struggling teenager to the middle of the open space.

The red and black lines on the ground are staggered, which is particularly treacherous and frightening in the dark night. Several drums rise regularly under the ground, and scarlet blood spreads out.

"... why." The young man's voice was very low, with a trace of incredible trembling.

The man sighed and turned to look at the woman beside him: "it's hard to discipline the kid when he grows up, especially his ability to absorb and grow so fast that we can hardly see him."

He smiled and printed 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 were fixed on the woman not far away. His dark eyes twinkled with a particularly paranoid look. His voice was suppressed and asked word by word:

"Why?"

The woman looked back at him and said with a smile, "you are a good child with gratitude."

In the depths of those dark and gentle eyes, there was a look exactly the same as that of the man beside him.

——Crazy, extreme, crazy.

She said, "you must be willing to repay our upbringing, aren't you?"

The scarlet blood oozed slowly from under the ground, grabbed the boy's waist like a tentacle, and pulled him down little by little.

The boy didn't struggle and his face was calm.

... abandoned.

He raised his eyes, looked around at the people around him, and slowly passed through the familiar and ferocious faces. He looked indifferent in his dark eyes, and the whisper that could always be heard in his ears became clearer, just like whispering close to him.

The light in the young man's bright eyes faded away.

Like a dark night, there is no star, no moon, dark and cold.

New things rolled out under the dark and dirty mud, just like his parents.

The same paranoia, the same madness.

He smiled and spoke in a low voice, as if he were talking to someone who had no entity:

"OK."

The wooden box placed aside suddenly began to vibrate violently.

The faces of both men and women were filled with excitement and trembling.

A small, shriveled sarcoma that had been stored for hundreds of years rolled out and fell into the winding blood on the ground.

It soared at a speed visible to the naked eye and became 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 the palm of his hand.

In the distance, there was a scream, which seemed to stop his next action. They screamed and cursed, but they couldn't touch half of Ji Xuan, who was deeply immersed in the sea of blood.

The boy ate the sarcoma one mouthful at a time.

Chewing, swallowing, scarlet liquid trickled down his lips and dropped into the black and red lines on the ground.

He raised his eyes, the dark red color spread in the depths of the dark pupils, and the scarlet swallowed up the darkness, like condensed blood churning at the bottom of the dark eyes.

The next second, the blood on the ground suddenly soared.

As if it had life, it swept away towards the people around it, roaring, swallowing, chewing and releasing greedy appetite.

Screams and wild laughter mingled in everything and rang through the dark and dark sky.

Until, everything was quiet.

Everything was eaten.

The boy smiled.

splendid.

So we can be together forever.

In the dark school building.

The crazy voice of ghosts echoed in the cold corridor, and the harsh screams of hunted humans came from a distance, like a razor cutting through the night.

Used to it, very boring.

The little boy walked slowly down the deserted corridor.

In the distant darkness, thick hair wriggled on the wall, like a snake, chasing the human in front.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

The head of the youth was slender, with sweat on his forehead. A pair of light colored pupils twinkled in the dark, like a fire lit in the abyss, with a burning feeling of stabbing people.

Very annoying eyes.

The little boy calmly looked at each other and ran past him.

He looked not far away and seemed to be ready to pounce on his black hair and narrowed his eyes.

court death.

The snake's hair shrank, slowing down the pursuit.

The next second, the little boy felt that his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a burst of force. The other party's hot palm was tightly close to his cold skin, bringing a temperature that seemed to scald him. He was stunned and looked around.

The young man exuded sweat on his forehead, his eyes were sharp and his tone was cold:

"What are you doing! Run! "

The little boy was forced to drag and run. He raised his head and looked fixedly at the back of the young man in front of him, with a trace of scarlet light at the bottom of his eyes.

He licked his lips silently.

Hungry.

"What? Again? "

"It's good that he is young. There is a lack of Broiler in the team."

The voice of the youth came from afar, flat and indifferent.

The little boy's body was hidden in the dark. A pair of scarlet pupils narrowed slightly. He looked up at the night sky in the game, and his expression was equally calm.

Eat or not?

"Stay with me and 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 stared at him like burning light in the dark. The glazed eyes reflected the surrounding blood color and glittered with beautiful luster.

Ji Xuan felt his stomach tightening and spasm, shouting the impulse of hunger. He nodded obediently.

I really want to know what those players will look like when they see what is waiting for them ahead

The only pity is that I can't eat each other myself.

It's a pity.

Ji Xuan raised his hand and pressed his stomach, his lips twisted slightly into a sick smile.

The light burst.

The warm palm of the human hand clung to his wrist.

——The woman held his wrist tightly and pulled her hand out little by little.

The young man pulled him out with vicious force.

Ji Xuan raised his eyes.

Hunger surged in his body, endless * * burned his body, and the tip of his scarlet cold tongue rubbed the tip of his teeth.

More hungry.

The little boy raised his face and smiled on his lips: "follow you, don't separate, right?"

"... yes." The young man was obviously stunned.

"Forever?"

The little boy narrowed his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes covered the dark red light at the bottom of his eyes.

The young man's expression was somewhat soft. He nodded carelessly and rubbed the top of the little boy's hair in front of him:

"Yes."

——Let's be together forever, brother.

……

"Brother." Ji Xuan said without warning.

Yezei was stunned: "what?"

"You've been staring at me for a long time." With a smile on his lips, the man leaned closer and said, "what do you want to say to me?"

Yezei retreated and his eyes flashed, "nothing."

"What do you want to ask?" Ji Xuan raised his hand and gently put it on the young man's wrist. His slender and pale fingers tightened slightly, and the smile on his lips deepened:

"I will never cheat my brother."

The wrist in the palm is long and cold, without the slightest human temperature. It is as pale and moist as jade.

Ji Xuan lowered his eyes and approached without trace.

The scarlet eyes were half closed, and the line of sight fell on the close face of the young man in front of him. If there was a substantial vision, it slipped down from the smooth eyebrow bone of the other party, fell down along the tip of the nose, and finally stayed on the lips with light color and slightly pursed because of absentmindedness.

He licked his lips, the tip of his scarlet tongue swept over his lips, and there was a hint of greed in the bottom of his eyes.

Forever.