——It seems that playing with mobile phones has allowed the little black hand to learn a lot of new words.

Ye Jia sneered: "I am now holding a salary, with two bosses on my head. I have to work overtime for free when I work on both sides. Did I say anything?"

Little black hand: "…deal."

It was forced to sign a treaty that was humiliating and humiliating, and then began to deal with the unfinished documents that Yejia brought home in a hardship in his study.

The pen tip slides on the paper page, making a rustling sound.

Yejia's knees bent slightly, his back leaned against the head of the bed, and turned his head to look out the window.

The rising sun rises.

The rising sun broke through the clouds, and the sky went from crimson purple to dark blue to white light blue, and the world gradually became brighter.

The bright sunlight shone in from the half-open window, coating the young man's pale porcelain-like side face with a light gold edge.

In the morning light, Ye Jia half-squinted his eyes, his light pupils were almost transparent, and his long eyelashes showed a fluffy texture in the sun, blocking the look in his eyes.

——Experience tells him to look back less.

I don’t know how many players are crushed by the heavy memories they carry, and collapse in the gap between bloody reality and bloody past. If you want to survive from the game, you must throw away something and learn to forget.

Since passing the level, Yejia hasn't recalled the experience in the game for a long time.

Busy and trivial chores fill every day of his life, making him almost forget where he once struggled to climb out.

And this surface is like a thin layer of scars. It is so fragile that it will break open with just a slight pull, revealing the bloody wounds and abscesses hidden below.

——It was only then that he realized that he had forgotten nothing.

Those memories and pictures just lurked patiently, waiting quietly for the right time. At that moment, they will roar in irresistible like floods breaking through the dam.

Yejia closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, the true emotions in that moment evaporated quickly like the thin frost under the sun, and no trace was found.

He took out his cell phone and took a look.

Six forty.

Ye Jia yawned and casually pressed the alarm that had not yet sounded.

Forget it, I'm skipping work today.

He thought about it, then threw his phone aside without any psychological burden, and threw himself back to the bed again.

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The remaining limbs, blood, ferocious and pale facial features, and incomplete corpses were filled with the smell of killing everywhere.

The broken picture rotates like a pitch-black vortex.

In the middle of the vortex, a little boy stood.

His chin was sharp and his face was pale. His dark eyes were vaguely dark red, like scarlet blood spreading in the night.

He looked over quietly, a little nearly cold paranoia rolling deep in his eyes, with an elusive madness.

A huge hole broke into the boy's chest, as if it was pierced by some sharp weapon, but what flowed out of his chest was not blood, but a cold ghostly spirit that was so sticky that it was almost ink.

Yejia watched helplessly as the little boy approached him step by step.

"elder brother."

The child's voice was filled with a kind of innocence that was ignorant of the world, and he shouted frankly: "Don't you remember me?"

But in the next second, his voice suddenly became dull and dull, with the magnetic characteristics of an adult man:

“…Why do you want to escape?”

The tall man bent down, covering the deep shadows.

The other party's pupils were scarlet and dark, like flowing sticky blood. He approached with a smile, his cold lips approached Ye Jia's ears, and his body was covered with the cold breath of death:

"Don't you like me anymore? - Brother."

Ye Jia suddenly opened his eyes, and he gasped, his chest rising and falling violently.

Twilight had already arrived, and the room was shrouded in a hazy warm halo.

It took him a long time to calm down his breathing and then he slowly got up.

Ye Jia rubbed his temples and lowered his curse with a split headache.

Oh shit.

Ji Xuan, the dog-good one.

I never let him go in my dreams.

Ye Jia reached out to grab the cell phone he threw on the bedside table.

What was unexpected was that there was no angry death-induced text message or serial phone attack on the phone on the phone. On the contrary, Liu Zhaocheng sent a message of condolence with a gentle tone. While asking him to take care of his health, he also mentioned that Zhao Dong's health was improving. Although they did not understand the reason, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Yejia flipped upwards.

It turned out that the little black man asked for leave for him - his tone was gentle but not humble, pitiful but not miserable, and was simply an example of sick leave.

He raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Wow, that's OK.

First-class social means.

Just as Ye Jia was still thinking about how to continue to squeeze the little black hand better and more efficiently, and let it do hard work for itself willingly, the mobile phone in his palm suddenly buzzed and vibrated twice.

On the notification bar, a familiar cat jumped out.

【Cats love to eat fish: Brother, I've been doing it.】

Yejia: “…”

Damn, why is this ghost adapting to modern civilization than itself?
Chapter completed!