Because of that campus panic, Liu Zhaocheng finally showed compassion and gave Ye Jia the paid vacation he dreamed of.
And it’s a whole week!
Ye Jia looked at Liu Zhaocheng, who was standing next to his hospital bed, and was very touched: “Thank you, Minister! You are simply the living Guanyin Bodhisattva who rescued suffering…”
Liu Zhaocheng: “…If you say one more word, your vacation will be one less day.”
He stopped in an instant and made a zipper on his mouth.
Liu Zhaocheng snorted and threw a box on the hospital bed.
Ye Jia stretched out his hand and took it, weighed it in his hand, and asked, “What is this?”
“Mobile phone.” Liu Zhaocheng said blankly.
Ye Jia: “Minister, you know that I am not very good about this kind of electronic products…”
“You can’t be contacted in the mobile phone department. Recently, there is a shortage of manpower. Don’t think that you don’t need to work overtime without a mobile phone.” Liu Zhaocheng sneered: “I will give you seven days to learn how to operate, otherwise the workload will be doubled after you go to work.”
Ye Jia: “…”
Before Ye Jia could reply, Liu Zhaocheng hurried out like a gust of wind, closing the door of the ward with a bang before leaving.
The ward returned to silence.
Ye Jia sighed and looked down at the phone in his hand worriedly.
He was in the game for twelve years.
In the game, the age of all players will be frozen at the moment of entering the game.
It’s just that almost no one can get ten million points alive and get the qualification to leave the game.
Before Ye Jia entered the game, everyone used a clamshell-style bulky PHS, but when he came back, everyone was holding a thin and light smartphone.
Although he still looks like a young man in his twenties, his soul is already different.
It took Ye Jia a long time to adapt to the city that has changed greatly due to technology. Only the mobile phone is the hurdle he has been unable to overcome.
There is also a communicator in the game, but the communicator also means that there is a risk of being exposed. As the top of the standings and the only owner of special weapons, Ye Jia has always been on the cusp of the storm. For him, humanity is more threatening. The ghost is even worse, so the instinctive resistance of this communication device cannot be completely overcome even after returning to the real world.
The feeling that I can be found all the time is really too insecure.
The little black hand poked out from his shoulder and looked at the box in Ye Jia’s hand curiously: “What is this?”
“Mobile phone.” Ye Jia replied.
The little black hand moved closer and looked at its shiny screen with great interest: “What is a mobile phone?”
Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at it thoughtfully.
Suddenly, he raised his hand without warning, telling that he threw the phone in his hand to Xiao Hei Shou.
Xiao Hei was startled, and hurriedly caught it. His thin wrist was stretched by the heavy mobile phone, which looked very funny.
“Give you five days to learn how to operate.” Ye Jia said with a smile: “Otherwise I will eat you.”
Little Black Hand: “…”
I shouldn’t talk casually, I regret it.
And wasn’t it seven days? Why has it become five days here!
The little black hand wanted to cry without tears, and there was no way to ask for help.
But forced by lust, can only swallow regret and be exploited in tears.
Ye Jia got down from the hospital bed refreshedly, then pulled the ghost mythical creature away, and stepped in.
A minute later, he appeared silently in a ward.
The curtain was pulled, and a deep blue sky glowing white could be seen from the gaps in the shutters. The sun was about to break through the clouds and bring dawn to the world.
On the hospital bed lay a drowsy girl, and her soul floated by the bed.
The moment he saw Ye Jia, Sun Jiale’s eyes lit up: “Brother!”
She pointed to the surrounding environment, and said as if offering a treasure: “It’s all back to normal here!”
Indeed, the huge number of ghosts that had originally gathered around the ward has disappeared, and the previous gloomy atmosphere has also been wiped out, and everything before it is like a dream.
Sun Jiale asked hopefully: “Me, can I return to my body now?”
“Of course.” Ye Jia touched her head: “However, I still have something to confirm. Can I wait for a while?”
Sun Jiale was a little confused, but still nodded obediently:
Ye Jia came to the bed, lifted the quilt, and saw that on the little girl’s slender ankle, the pitch-black five-finger palm marks disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. Obviously, it should take time to return to the initial state.
He fell into deep thought.
At the gate of the previous campus, a combat team member followed up the situation for him. Except for Sun Jiale, who was in a coma, the other children were “stayed” by nightmare, and the conditions of those victims were more in line with addicts. The hunting method-mark, and then let the marked person attract the ghosts around him, and absorb their vitality by weakening their spirit. This method is obviously more lethal in the game, but it can only attract it in real life. The surrounding lonely spirits are gone, so they show the general symptoms of “being caught in nightmare”.
So what makes Sun Jiale so different?
At this moment, the little black hand on Ye Jia’s shoulder suddenly leaned over and whispered in his ear: “There is a little residual yin on the child’s neck, but I can’t tell if it is good or not. Bad…”
Ye Jia was taken aback for a moment, and raised his eyes to look in the direction of Xiao Hei’s finger.
He hesitated for a moment, then reached over and pulled out a small pendant she was wearing around her neck.
It was a jade pendant, verdant, but the surface was covered with spider-web-like fine lines, as if it would shatter in the next second.
Sun Jiale screamed behind him:
“Ah! This is, this is left by my mother…”
Ye Jia was startled.
As if suddenly thinking of something, he took the pendant in his hand and injected a little strength into it.
There was a faint fluctuation in the air.
In the next second, a pale-faced woman slowly appeared in front of him. She was wearing a surgical gown, and the hem of the blood-soaked clothes was dripping with blood.
Her face has become blurred, and she can only vaguely see the outline of her once, her expression is stiff and sluggish, and she seems to have consumed her consciousness in a long time.
And in her arms, holding a faint shadow with a vague outline.
The dark shadow is already much fainter than before, and it seems to be disappearing constantly.
This is astonishingly the woman Ye Jia saw in the corridor when she first arrived at the hospital.
Ye Jia’s gaze fell on the calf of the black shadow.
The palm marks of a pitch-black five-finger are looming.
Sun Jiale was stunned as if struck by lightning. She didn’t seem to dare to look into her eyes, but dared to let out a weak cry:
Ye Jia’s eyes quickly flashed a complex look.
He now knows the reason.
When he arrived, the Yin Qi around the ward had already gathered, and there shouldn’t have been so many ghosts parading in the corridor. He thought that the ghosts were approaching towards the ward, but in fact they were chasing the phantom in the arms of this woman. For some reason, she was able to share part of the curse brought by the mark on Sun Jiale’s body, and then instinctively The gathered ghosts were taken away from her daughter.
Ghosts are obsessions, mostly for hatred, pain, and unwillingness.
But this strand of remnant soul attached to the jade pendant was for protection.
This Yin Qi was too weak and too little malicious, even the little black hand who was also a ghost could not detect its existence in the ward that was just shrouded in the dark shadow.
Sun Jiale’s eyes widened blankly, she stumbled in, stretched out her hand and retracted, panicked, expectantly, and cautiously shouted: “Mom, yes, is that you?”
The woman did not answer.
She stared blankly into the distance, standing in the center of the ward in silence and sluggishness like a walking dead.
Tears burst out uncontrollably, and Sun Jiale suppressed her crying, tremblingly, raising her hand to hold the hem of the woman’s clothes: “Mom… don’t you know me?”
Ye Jia sighed silently.
The remnant soul’s consciousness stayed for a shorter time, let alone a malicious remnant soul. What’s more, she also shared a large part of the curse on Sun Jiale just now, and now it is probably torn apart and on the verge of disappearing.
He stepped forward, preparing to say something, but unexpectedly, the woman in front of him moved suddenly.
Her eyes moved down with difficulty, as if struggling to break free from the broken body.
Her gaze changed, as if she had recognized the person in front of her, she became soft and loving, with a trace of sadness about to leave.
With difficulty, the woman raised her hand little by little, and touched the little girl’s cheek:
She said every word:
“No… well… look… now…”
The gushing sorrow could not be suppressed at last, Sun Jiale firmly grasped the corner of the woman’s clothes, choked out breathlessly, and finally turned into howling and crying, like a baby who left his mother for the first time.
The woman raised her eyes and looked at Ye Jia who was standing behind the little girl asking for help.
Ye Jia nodded silently.
He walked up quickly, put his hand on Sun Jiale’s shoulder, and then gently pulled back.
The little girl’s soul floated up, and then slowly fell back to the hospital bed, slowly overlapping with the empty body on the bed.
She went to sleep.
The woman’s soul in front of her seemed to finally be unable to hold it, and the split lines spread rapidly on her soul body.
She raised her eyes to Ye Jia, smiled slowly, and the outline of her facial features seemed to have restored some of the gentleness and beauty of her life.
She bowed to Ye Jia:
Her figure disappeared without waiting to straighten up.
Only a peaceful silence remained in the ward.
The sun penetrates the clouds and disperses the darkness. The soft golden light of the morning light penetrates the gaps of the blinds and spills in quietly. The sunlight gently strokes the scattered long hair of the little **** the hospital bed, bringing a trace of warmth.
A new day has begun.
Sun Jiale opened his eyes, and for a while, she didn’t know where she was.
She got up with some difficulty, only to realize that she was lying on the hospital bed.
She was at a loss.
In the blurred vision, she saw the door of the ward being pushed open, the man with a stubborn face and anxious expression rushed in: “LeLe! You are awake!”
The man’s pace was at a loss, and he was a little at a loss: “Why are you crying…”
Cried? I didn’t cry.
Sun Jiale was a little confused.
She raised her hand and touched her cheek, but she felt a piece of cold and wet, tears still gushing from her eye sockets, and big ones fell on the bed.
The man walked forward cautiously, wrapped the crying little girl in his arms, and softly coaxed:
“What’s wrong? Is there something wrong? Tell dad, OK?”
Sun Jiale buried her face in her father’s shoulder and shook her head vigorously. Her voice was dull, with a hint of choking: “No…”
“I seem to have a dream…”
“It was cold and scared just now…but…”
She lifted her face and showed a tearful smile:
“I, I dreamt that my mother came to see me.”
No one noticed that there was an unopened jelly on the bedside of the ward.
It is a type specially provided by the hospital, but the label above comes from a hospital.
It is placed upright in the center of the table, like a gift.
Among the scarlet ghost mythical creatures, the white bones of the forest are piled up in layers to look like a throne, reflecting the cold light of the forest in the blood of the sky.
A huge ghost, covered with abscesses, slowly climbed out of the blood and mud: “Do you remember the human organization called the Supernatural Administration?”
There was a dead silence above his head.
Li Gui carefully raised his eyes and glanced upward.
The man sat on the throne of bones with no expression on his face, his pale fingers were slightly bent, and gently placed on the skull on the throne, looking treacherous and solemn, with his scarlet eyes hanging down slightly, condescendingly. Scrutinized him carefully.
Li Gui shook his body subconsciously, lowered his eyes hurriedly, and stammered to continue reporting:
“Yes, some subordinates we arranged to enter said that they saw the name of the person you were looking for in the report inside—”
The pale fingertips on the skull moved slightly, almost completely indistinguishable.
His voice was very calm, like a breeze blowing across the plain.
But the fierce ghost in front of him was shaking more and more. It reduced its figure as much as possible, as if so that the other party could not notice itself:
“M, M city.”
It continued to ask, “Do you need me to send someone to investigate the truth of the news…”
Its trembling voice was unexpectedly interrupted.
“No.” The man’s pupils settled into a dull red, like half-coagulated blood.
He casually tapped the hideous skeleton under his palm with his pale fingertips, with a chilling voice in his voice:
“…I will go in person.”