At midsummer noon, there were almost no people on the street.

On the street corner, within the critical window of the milk tea shop, the clerk was sitting in front of the counter and drowsy.

"Pearl Boba Cake and Milk Tea, thank you."

"Ah!" The sleepy clerk was shocked when he heard the sound, and quickly raised his head and habitually said: "Okay, may I ask..."

Her voice paused.

The sun was hot and hot, and there was no breeze floating in the white air, and the ground seemed to be burning and making sizzling sounds.

The young man stood in the sun without any obstruction, as if he could not feel the hot midsummer sun. He narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his head and looked into the window.

He has very white skin, a slender figure, and his eyes are also lighter in color and hair color. He is almost transparent amber in the sun. His excessive fair skin color does not show any signs of being exposed to the sun, and there is no sweat on his forehead and nose.

Seeing that the other party had no reply for a long time, Ye Jia politely coughed:

"Hello?"

The clerk suddenly came to her senses, and she nodded quickly: "Oh! Now!"

She skillfully reached out and picked up the paper cup beside her and asked:

"Would you like to have room temperature or add ice?"

"It's going to be hot." Ye Jia took out two paper notes and placed them on the windowsill.

…Drinking hot milk tea in such hot weather?

Moreover, in this era, there are still young people who don’t use mobile phone payments.

The clerk and lady muttered in her heart, and began to turn around and work hard.

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Five minutes later.

Yejia took the hot milk tea and walked slowly towards the building beside him.

Two men stood in the shadows below the building, lowering their heads and wondering what they were fiddling with.

Zhao Dong raised his head and looked at Ye Jia who was standing aside. His eyes fell on the milk tea in Ye Jia's hand and teased:

"Don't you even get tired of these sweet things?"

"You don't understand." Ye Jia shrugged and replied in a casual expression: "I'm called learning the business model of a milk tea shop in advance."

Cheng Cezhi, who was standing aside, raised his head when he heard the sound and looked blankly at the two people chatting in front of him: "...what?"

Zhao Dong smiled "haha" and said, "I don't know, our eldest young master Ye dreams of opening a milk tea shop after retirement, so he has already started to make plans for the future from now on."

Cheng Cezhi: "..."

Wait, he looks only in his twenties at most.

He couldn't help but ask, "But, isn't that still at least forty years?"

Yejia replied without changing his face: "The government does not raise idle people. If I wait for a day to lay off employees, I will definitely be laid off first."

He slowly drank a sip of milk tea again: "I'm called preparing for the future."

Zhao Dong: “…”

Cheng Cezhi: "..."

So, why do some people say that they are so righteous to be so righteous to live in government agencies?

Yejia pulled the topic back:

"How are you testing?"

"It's not going well." Cheng Cezhi lowered his head and glanced at the dark instrument in his hand, like a detector, and frowned: "There is almost no useful data collected here."

Zhao Dong frowned:

"This index is too low. It seems that we will have to go in in the end."

Ye Jia's eyes drooped slightly, and he stared at the two people in front of him to study the index on the instrument, and took another sip of the hot milk tea in the cup.

The mellow fresh milk and the refreshing tea aroma are combined, slightly hot, but there is no big problem.

Until this month, Yejia has been in the Paranormal Administration for two years.

The Supernatural Authority, as the name suggests, is to manage all the secret departments of the government of paranormal phenomena.

Most of this department targets confused and wandering ghosts, occasionally creating some strange sounds and phenomena. Powerful ghosts and resentful spirits will only appear occasionally, and the chances of meeting them are almost comparable to winning the lottery.

The Administration is responsible for solving these supernatural phenomena before the public discovery, and explaining them in a scientific way afterwards to prevent ordinary people from discovering that there is such a treacherous world hidden in their daily peaceful life, which is called protecting civilians - but Yejia has reservations about this.

There are some talented people in the Supernatural Administration, but they are basically concentrated in the headquarters.

The logistics department where Ye Jia works is basically ordinary people, who are responsible for doing odd jobs, doing written work, or occasionally sending out field offices once or twice, cleaning the battle scenes, and collecting data.

——In short, it is social animals.

"It's really a bit of back when I'm going out for a hot day." Zhao Dong wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his expression was a little sluggish: "I hope there is air conditioner inside."

He turned his head and looked at Ye Jia who was standing aside and sighed jealously: "I would be fine if I was not afraid of heat like you."

Yejia didn't bother to pay attention to him.

He yawned again, drank the milk tea in one go, and threw it into the trash can on the side:

"Go ahead and decide quickly."

The empty bottom of the paper cup and the trash can collide, making a dull sound.

The noise of news broadcast came from the electrical appliance store next to the building, which seemed distant and blurry in the hot air scorched by the sun. If you don’t listen carefully, you can hardly tell what the host said:

"...Recently, there have been many strange disappearances in the city... The police are investigating with all their might..."

The three of them walked into the building with equipment boxes.

The building is gloomy.

Compared to the almost dazzling light outdoors, the building is much darker, but it is also stuffy.

The air was filled with a moldy and damp smell unique to the old building, which made people almost breathless.

Zhao Dong wiped his face and lowered his curse angrily.

No air conditioning.

Cheng Cezhi focused on the detector in his hand - it was a product developed by the Administration to detect and collect abnormal energy, but at this moment, the fold line on the display screen was still motionless, and there was no change in the slightest from outside the building to inside the building.

He shook his head and gave up his attempt: "Let's go, go upstairs."

The elevators here are obviously old. The narrow space is covered with rust and stains, and various advertisements are covered with layers of small advertisements. As the rise is shaking, the steel cables make a shocking crunch, as if they will fall down at any time.

Watching the gradually increasing number of layers, Ye Jia asked:

"What kind of scene did we go to this time?"

Cheng Ce was shocked: "No way, Brother Ye, didn't you read the task files before you came?"

Yejia slowly replied: "It's too long."

Cheng Cezhi: "..."

Although he now has a little understanding of his colleague's unscrupulous style of scheming, this is a bit too honest.

He sighed and began to briefly summarize the task for the other party.

A young girl disappeared mysteriously after entering the building. The surveillance camera at the entrance of the building only recorded that she came in and never walked out again. It was not until a week later that the residents smelled the rotten odor and called the police. People found her body in Room 404. Her skin had been completely peeled off, and her belly was swollen due to decay. But strangely, she was lying peacefully on the bed without any traces of struggle or binding.

Cheng Cezhi grabbed his hair:

"Because there have been many similar disappearance cases in the city recently, the superiors attach great importance to it and specially sent a special task force to investigate. After seeing the scene of the murder, they found nothing wrong, so they directly performed salvation for the girl's spirit."

It is said to be salvation, but it is actually more like killing. This kind of soul that dies in vain can easily develop into a more terrifying evil spirit, so the organization often takes the initiative to kill hidden dangers in the cradle.

"Then what are we this time?" Ye Jia glanced at the detector in Cheng Cezhi's hand.

"Collect the residual energy." Cheng Cezhi replied: "Take it back and see if there is any value that can be analyzed."

At this moment, I heard a "ding" sound.

With a tremor, the elevator stopped and the elevator door was stuck, but it slowly opened to both sides.

The door of 404 is closed tightly, and the yellow isolation belt at the entrance of the murder scene has not been removed yet. Even if it is separated by a layer of doors, you can still smell the pungent smell of disinfectant water that cannot be covered up.

Cheng Cezhi felt a little nauseous.

He plucked up his courage: "Let's go."

Most of the furniture and obstacles inside the 404 were cleaned up, and the ground was painted with a flat human outline, and the rotten odor became stronger.

Ye Jia drooped his eyelids and leaned against the wall without doing anything, watching the two of them busy.

Zhao Dong put on his gloves, opened his carry-on notebook, and began to write and draw on it. Cheng Cezhi took the detector and scanned the room inch by inch, exploring even a little slight fluctuation.

It's also strange.

After the undead is saved, there will often be some energy residue. The greater the resentment, the more energy there is. Logically, this young girl died in vain, so it shouldn't be so clean here.
To be continued...