Chen Qingye looked at Wei Yuechu thoughtfully: "I rarely see you obeying the command so much."

Wei Yuechu raised his eyebrows: "I like to listen to handsome guys, do you have any opinions?"

She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Chen Qingye up and down: "But, you are not inferior to you in terms of obedience."

"Of course..." Chen Qingye said without changing his face: "Yejia has worked in the Supernatural Administration for a longer time than us. He is considered our predecessor. He must know better about the process than us. I am willing to obey the predecessor's arrangements."

The two of them looked at each other with ulterior motives, then turned around and walked in the opposite direction.

A sneer in my heart at the same time—

He and she knew nothing.

blast turned his head blankly and looked at the backs of the two people, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu... Why did he always feel that this scene in front of him happened?

Wei Yuechu turned his head and shouted with a bad temper: "Hey, are you here?"

blast scratched his head and followed: "Wait for me!"

Yejia came to the crime scene.

Since this is a bustling section, the traces of the accident yesterday have been almost cleared, but despite this, the traffic volume and traffic volume are still much less than before.

Yejia came to the place where the accident happened according to his memory.

He turned his head and looked at the surveillance camera not far behind him, then retracted his gaze and looked at the open space in front of him.

The blood has been cleaned, but there are still white marks on the ground that the steel pipe hits the ground.

It's here.

Ye Jia pulled away the ghost creature and took out the little black hand who was still addicted to playing with his phone.

The little black hand struggled dissatisfiedly: "Hey! What are you doing?"

Yejia said: "Is there any problem here?"

The little black hand protested: "You are pressing! Naked pressing!"

Yejia: "Yes..."

Little black hand: "…"

Yejia: "Welcome to the trade union."

Little black hand: "…"

You're ruthless...

It slid out of Yejia's palm and swam around the open space where the accident occurred.

Xiao Hei shook his fingers: "No problem."

Ye Jia frowned: "Can you feel any fluctuations of Yin Qi?"

Little black hand: "Yes..."

Yejia's brows frowned even tighter.

In fact, he did not notice any fluctuations of the Yin Qi, so he let the little black hand, who is more sensitive to the fluctuations of the Yin Qi, come out to feel it. However, if you can't even feel it, there is a high probability that there is no...

Could it be that the death of that office worker was simply a simple accident?

It floated to Yejia's shoulders and grabbed his collar habitually: "Is there something going on here?"

Ye Jia was stunned: "You can't feel it?"

The little black hand was even more confused: "What?"

Yejia's expression became solemn.

Areas where unnatural deaths occur will be more or less contaminated.

Regardless of whether the death of the office worker was an accident or not, this was the place where he died, and more importantly, this incident happened just yesterday, so there would inevitably be some of the resentment of the deceased, even the spirit body. However, as a ghost, Xiao Hei Shi did not realize that a human life had occurred here.

Too clean.

What's wrong with it?

At this moment, Ye Jia's cell phone buzzed twice.

Chen Qingye sent him two photos.

The first photo is a detector held by Chen Qingye, with the index on it approaching 0.

For a corpse that just died, this value is really low and somewhat abnormal.

The background is clearly the metal bed in the morgue, and the arms of the corpse placed on it appear as a lifeless blue-gray color, with two wounds near it.

One horizontal and one vertical, crossing obliquely.

It seemed to be scratched with a knife.

"This is the only trauma on the corpse." Chen Qingye explained: "Brother Ye, do you know him?"

Ye Jia narrowed his eyes slightly.

The wound seemed to be just two random scratches, but for some reason, this shape gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

Ye Jia was stunned.

He opened his palms and a shallow scar was burned near his wrist.

One horizontal and one vertical, crossing each other.

Two very light white strips are almost difficult to see without looking carefully.

After leaving the game, all the wounds on Yejia's body were healed, and all the scars left in the game disappeared, only this one was left on his wrist.

Yejia doesn't remember how it came about.

He even doubted whether it was left behind before entering the game.

But since it is indeed difficult to detect, Ye Jia rarely remembers that there is this scar on his hands.

After Chen Qingye finished his investigation, blast and Wei Yuechu also found nothing.

They decided to go back to the hotel first, study the clues they have obtained now, read the documents and information they have obtained from the Administration, and see if there is any breakthrough in other places.

Yejia did not tell them about his discovery.

He returned to the hotel room.

Ji Xuan lay on one of the beds, covered with a thin quilt, looking small.

Yejia withdrew his gaze and began to flip through the documents in his hand.

The sound of paper friction sounded regularly in the quiet hotel room, and the sunlight outside the window gradually tilted westward and slowly became dimmed.

Yejia's eyes fell on one of the pages in front of him, and did not move for a long time.

He seemed to be tracing his mind.

Unconsciously, Ye Jia subconsciously turned his wrist and his eyes fell on the two light, almost invisible scars on his skin. His light-colored eyes were hidden under his long eyelashes, and a thoughtful look flashed under his eyes.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from the bed beside him.

Yejia turned his head and looked around.

I saw Ji Xuan open his eyes at some point, and his scarlet eyes flashed with a strange light in the dusk, looking at Ye Jia steadily from not far away.

"Good evening..." His voice was a little dumb: "Brother, what are you watching?"

Ye Jia flipped his wrist and pursed his lips: "Nothing..."

Ji Xuan got up from the other bed, and the thin quilt slid off his body. His black hair was a little scattered, and his hair was scattered, looking a little funny.

He walked down barefoot and walked to Yejia.

The little boy stretched out his cold and slender fingers, gently grabbed Ye Jia's wrist, and pulled his hand over, revealing the two shallow scars on it: "It still hurts?"

Yejia was about to withdraw his hand and paused slightly.

His eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Ji Xuan in front of him with a moment of blank mind.

The meaning of this sentence is...

Ji Xuan knew how his wound came about?!

However, before he could ask questions, the little boy in front of him suddenly lowered his head and kissed the small piece of skin on his wrist.

The cold and soft lips gently rubbed over, as if a delicate feather was sweeping by inadvertently, bringing a slight numbness and tremor.
Chapter completed!