City m is surrounded by mountains and seas.

The night is dark, most of the city lights are out, and only a few scattered moments are still bright in the dark night.

On the other side, the sea was already resting, and there was no trace of light that was pitch black, and only waves could be heard vaguely.

A car parked at the dock.

There are many warehouses next to the dock, with dark shadows in the night, making them look a little ghostly.

The car door opened, and the middle-aged man wearing a big vest and shorts walked down. He scratched his chin covered with stubble, turned his head to the other person sitting in the car and said, "Wait, I'll go in and tell them."

The young man in the car nodded: "Okay."

The middle-aged man disappeared into the gap between the warehouse and the warehouse, and was instantly swallowed by the rich night.

Yejia opened the car door and walked down.

The temperature here is colder than in the city.

The moist sea breeze rolled up his hair, bringing a smell of salty coolness.

Ye Jia raised his eyes and his eyes fell thoughtfully on the dock warehouse in the distance. The dark sky above his head reflected in the deep eyes.

There is nothing ahead.

But this "nothing" is completely different from what he felt in that man just now - there is no residual yin energy or any props strengthening of the body, it is an ordinary smell of living people, but it is completely different here.

Yejia couldn't feel anything at all.

Yin Qi, lively Qi, even the tide of the sea, is nothing, only an empty void.

It's like something isolating the breath.

...Is it a prop?

Ye Jia analyzed calmly in his heart.

If his guess is correct, then the other party sets up such props to isolate the breath, either it means that they are too cautious, or they already know that they are being searched for.

However, he is still unable to determine whether it is the former or the latter.

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was wondering something.

He pulled out his little black hand from his pocket: "Smell."

The little black hand looked confused: "...ah? What do you smell?"

"Can't you feel it?" Ye Jia raised his eyebrows and pointed to the darkness ahead: "Don't you think there is anything strange in front?"

The little black hand hesitated and said, "No, no."

"Okay." Ye Jia nodded and pressed the other party back into his pocket again: "You don't need it."

The little black hand in the pocket: "…"

Am I your tool ghost?!

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Ten minutes later.

The middle-aged man hurried over, and his decadent and tired face seemed a little annoyed.

"What's wrong?" Ye Jia asked.

"Don't mention it." The man's voice was filled with a little resentment.

He complained angrily: "I didn't get any goods, but I was scolded by them, saying that I was too careless... Damn."

Yejia said: "It's okay, I understand, it's a gray industry after all."

He smiled peacefully, turned around, and was about to get in the car, but only heard the man behind him say:

"So, sorry, brother."

The middle-aged man raised his hand and saw a pitch-black monster sticking tightly to his palm. Eight sticky tentacles grabbed the back of his hand. A suction cup-like mouth sprayed a burst of colorless and tasteless liquid. When the liquid touched the young man's back, it penetrated as if it was alive, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, the straight back of the young man in front of him shook slightly, and then fell to the ground with a "thump".

The middle-aged man tore off the tentacles in his palm with disgust, and then stuffed the struggled eight-claw monster into a small glass bottle he carried with him.

He wiped his clothes with his palm and spitted:

"Grass, so disgusting."

The middle-aged man bent down and shouted into the darkness behind him: "Hey, okay, I'm done."

Two figures stepped out of the darkness.

They walked over with a cart, and the wheels were spinning on the floor, making a monotonous sound.

The cart stopped beside Yejia.

The two bent down and carried the unconscious young man onto the cart.

The hood above the head fell, revealing the young man's pale side face and sharp chin. The middle-aged man whined, "He looks pretty."

The other two ignored him at all.

One of them took out a palm-sized instrument from his pocket and scanned the unconscious young man inch by inch. From beginning to end, the instrument made no light or sound.

"How is it?" asked another person.

The man took the instrument back into his pocket: "No problem, it's just an ordinary human, neither a ghost nor a player."

They seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

The middle-aged man listened to their conversation with a blank look on his face. He could understand every word, but he just didn't understand the meaning of the other person's words.

He shouted, "Hey, what are you talking about?"

What a ghost player.

The two men seemed to realize his existence only then.

One of the men glared at him coldly: "There is no next time that such a casual thing to bring people here."

The middle-aged man defended himself: "Before he entered my house, I scanned it with the thing you gave him. He had no problems at all. He was just a sucker who liked supernatural events because he was stupid and had too much money. That's why I..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted mercilessly: "You will be the one who lies here next time."

The man sneered and said sinisterly: "When at that time, the cart will not be the studio that cleanses memories."

The middle-aged man immediately stopped the sound, and a faint fear flashed in his turbid eyes.

The sound of the wheels "broken" sounded again, and the two men pushed the cart and slowly disappeared into the dark night.

Looking at the direction where the sound disappeared, the middle-aged man spitted: "Damn, I worked hard to work for them. I finally pulled a customer over, and I still had to be fucked by their evil spirits."

He turned around and got into the car.

A minute later, the engine started buzzingly, the headlights lit up, and slowly drove away from the dock.

The pier returned to silence again, and only waves could be heard.

Deep in the warehouse.

Two men were pushing carts and shuttled through the complex terrain, turning left and right in the darkness, as if they had walked hundreds of times.

It took them a little while before they finally stopped.

One of them took out the key and opened the iron door of a warehouse.

The door was rusted by the sea breeze and made a harsh crunch in the darkness.

They pushed the cart into it.

The lights are on.

The appearance of the warehouse is inconsistent with the abandoned and deserted outside. The white walls are cold and clean. Four metal carts are placed in the center of the warehouse, and the location near the door is empty. After pushing the cart in, the gap is just made up.

The end of the room was covered tightly.

One of them walked over, opened the curtain, revealing a huge water tank that almost occupied the entire wall behind, which was filled with dark and dull liquid.

He skillfully brought thick protective gloves, then picked up the special clip beside him and slowly penetrated into the water.

A five-pointed star-like black creature was clamped up. Its five long feet were covered with ugly boils and protrusions. In the center of its belly was a mouth full of saw-like teeth. The smelly saliva dripped down. The five tentacles struggled and wriggled, as if they wanted to break free from the weird metal clip that controlled its body.

The man carefully carried the ugly creature in one hand and turned his head:

"You hold him down..."

As soon as he turned around, his remaining words were blocked back into his throat.

I saw that the young man who should have been sleeping on the cart had sat up at this moment, his hood had not been raised, his black forehead was slightly messy, he lowered his eyes, his beautiful side face turned paler under the light, while his companion fell to the ground unconsciously.

The man stared at the scene in front of him, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

At this time, the other party raised his eyes, and his amber eyes were shining with faint gold under the strong light, appearing distant and indifferent, as if the man who knocked down the strong man just now was not himself.

Yejia jumped off the cart slowly and landed lightly and silently, like a cat jumping from a high place.

He smiled and said hello: "Good evening."
To be continued...