I Wasn't Born Lucky

When Pu Xiujin saw the middle-aged woman's mouth, she almost took a step back. Fortunately, she was quite courageous, so she barely looked away—in order to cover up her reaction just now, she lowered her head and used her mobile phone to translate a sentence. For middle-aged women: [Is it possible? 】

The middle-aged woman looked numb, she nodded, then picked up a jug of wine on the front desk, held it to her chest, lifted the curtain, and walked into the backyard.

Park Soojin withdrew her gaze from her back, turned around and came to the other reincarnations, took out a pen and wrote in English in her task book: [She agreed. 】

[But when we were talking, I noticed that her mouth... seemed to have no tongue. 】

While writing this line, Pu Xiujin stretched out his tongue and licked his lips with lingering fear, and swallowed some lipstick.

Qing Shui picked up his pen. For those reincarnations, due to the existence of the task book, carrying the pen has become a daily routine. He also turned over a blank page and wrote: [Since she promised us that we can live, we will Living here, you can slowly inquire about the news of the town. 】

Lance glanced at Park Soo Jin, lowered his head and wrote a line of words, his handwriting is very beautiful, it is that kind of elegant cursive English: [Without a tongue, could it be related to the person in the opening CG?Anyone who speaks will have their tongue taken away by...? 】

Qing Shui: [Very likely, but she is still alive, the price of breaking the taboo is not fatal? 】

They discussed it around a round table in the hotel lobby, covered with white paper covered with handwriting.

Ty did not participate in their discussion, the taciturn Thai standing in the doorway, looking out of the hotel.

Xiao Li stood opposite him, the two people looked like two door gods, one on the left and the other on the right.

Tai is not handsome, but he has sharp edges and corners. He raised his head and glanced at Xiao Li at the side, but before he made any movements, his pupils shrank suddenly, focusing on a house diagonally opposite the hotel——

The wooden door over there was opened a crack, and a figure was secretly watching them. Seeing Tai looking over, he hurriedly closed the door again.

Tai glanced back behind An Jing, took out his pen, and walked towards the house.

Xiao Li leaned against the door and looked at Tai's back for a while, her black eyes shining brightly under the day's sunlight.He wanted to let go for a while to enjoy the sea breeze, but in the end he followed.

The wooden door is very old, it is made of the kind of wooden boards with a gap in the middle, and there are barbs on it.

Tai tore off a page, wrote a sentence, and stuffed it under the door.

The figure inside moved, "he" or "she" picked up the note, and after a moment of silence behind the door, another piece of paper was stuffed back.

Tai picked it up and saw that there was a long passage on it, written in a hurry, the handwriting was very scribbled: [Don't come to me, I just want to tell you not to stay in that hotel, because the boss over there has long since died! 】

[The husband of the boss over there died early, he is a widow, and lives with his daughter.Three years ago, her daughter passed away unexpectedly due to something. She was too sad when organizing the funeral, and she left within a few days, and the hotel was left vacant.Everyone in the town knew about it, and only outsiders would see her in the hotel when they came to the town. 】

[If you don't believe me, you can take a look, the hotel has not been cleaned in recent years, it is so dirty. 】

Xiao Li looked at the note from the side, frowned slightly, and saw half of a face through the gap in the wooden door.

It belonged to an old man, with age spots all over his face, deep wrinkles at the end of his eyes, and dull eyes.

Xiao Li put his hand on the door and pushed it hard, but the door didn't move at all. The face at the door was frightened, and he turned and walked into the room.

Outside the wooden door, Tai was silent for a moment facing the note full of Chinese. Xiao Li, in the spirit of helping others, took it back to the hotel for him and translated it.

When Qing Shui and the others looked at the latest information, even his hands couldn't help shaking.

Park Soo Jin wrote a sentence in his notebook: [There is an old saying in China, it is better to believe what is there than not to believe what is not. 】

Lance asked back: [Then where do we live? 】

[Go to other people's homes and try...]

[Can't make a sound, how can others get in as long as the door is locked? 】

Qing Shui was frowning, worried about the next residence, suddenly felt someone behind him - he turned around immediately and found that it was the hotel owner!

The boss walked like a cat, quietly, and the few reincarnated people present turned their backs to the backyard, and none of them noticed her.

The hotel owner stared at the note with strange eyes, Qing Shui quickly grasped the note in his hands, and smiled awkwardly at the owner.

The boss ignored him. She walked to the front desk, took out a pen from under the table, and wrote a paragraph, then threw the note to Qing Shui lightly, and walked back to the backyard by herself.

Qing Shui unfolded it and saw that there was also a long passage above:

【Have you seen the old man? 】

【Heh, that's good, it means that you are destined for him, after all, he has been dead for three years. 】

Shimizu's Chinese is not bad. Japan and China are similar. He once studied abroad in college. When he read this, he broke out in a cold sweat.

【Did he persuade you to move out?I won't stop you, you can move if you want, whether you're stupid enough to live in his house, it's your own business, I don't care.It's just that I'm also a mother, so I would like to dissuade you from the heart of being a parent. 】

[The old man never married a wife. One day three years ago, he fell down at home and passed away without help. The funeral was organized by neighbors.But the scary thing is that when outsiders come over, he often says that we are all ghosts, which is really funny. 】

Two people, two statements.

It's just... frightening to think about.

Shimizu translated the note and placed it in the middle of the table.

Xiao Li became a little interested, he stood at the very edge, looked up at the backyard, touched his stomach again, and walked out from the hotel entrance.

His footsteps were also light, and almost no one noticed, except for the AK47, but he didn't say anything.

Qing Shui raised his pen and said: [What do you think, who do you believe? 】

[This reminds me of a story I have read,] Park Soo Jin clenched his pen tightly, [it is about a couple who joined a mountaineering team to explore a snow mountain and encountered an avalanche on the way.The girl got separated from the others, and she found a cave to rest.Members of the mountaineering team found her halfway and said that her boyfriend had died unfortunately, and they were the only ones left, and asked her to go with them.The girl just wanted to leave, but her boyfriend appeared on the other side and told her loudly that all the other mountaineering team members were dead, and he was the only one left, and told the girl to run away. 】

Lance unbuttoned his shirt and took out a cross necklace from his neck. He held the cross tightly, felt it for a while, shrugged and shook his head.

This kind of Asian ghost is the type of dungeon he hates the most, and he has no sense of the devil's breath.

[… Vote to decide. ] Shimizu wrote two options on the paper, "Trust the Elder" and "Trust the Boss".

No votes yet.

Shimizu's pen tip dotted under the former, and dropped ink on the latter.

Time passed minute by minute, and after an unknown amount of time, Qing Shui ticked the latter.

He had just finished his example, when a hand stretched out from the side, Xiao Li directly took the pen in his hand, and wrote the third option next to the two choices: "I don't believe it at all."

Qing Shui was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at Xiao Li, which made Qing Shui even more dazed.

The black-haired boy in front of him not only held a pen, but also grabbed a peach he got from someone who didn't know where in the other hand - Xiao Li waved the peach in his hand to show his friendliness.

Shimizu: 【...... Sherlock, what are you? 】

Xiao Li held a peach in his left hand, and quickly wrote with his right hand: [I just went shopping. 】

Shimizu:? ? ?

Also stole a peach? !

Xiao Li wrote: [Peaches are just a gift from the house. If you want them, they are also available there. 】

Qing Shui was really stunned this time, before he continued to write, Xiao Li continued: 【Do you want to ask me how I know?Quite simply, your eyes betray your doubts. 】

Shimizu: [……………]

Lance took over his burden when Shimizu was empty.

【Sherlock, you just said... a house? 】

[There is an old house in the south. I found it when I was looking for food. It is deserted and uninhabited. We can live there. 】Xiao Li nodded.

Pu Xiujin showed a complicated expression. She rolled up her hair with her hands and straightened her beautiful ponytail: 【...Really? 】

She couldn't imagine that someone went out and brought back such a large amount of information? !

Xiao Li made a gesture of "please go and have a look": [Go out and turn right, go straight, turn left, and you will see a peach tree, and the house is next to the peach tree. 】

Qing Shui swallowed a mouthful of saliva, finally felt his own throat, he asked under Xiao Li's words: 【How...how did you find out? 】

[Want to listen to the truth? 】Xiao Li took a bite of a peach, 【I met a man, he was standing outside the wall of that house, picking peaches from the fruit tree inside, and he took a basket of peaches back to himself.I wanted to ask him to buy something to eat, but he didn't open the door, so I stuffed a note and asked him. 】

【He gave it to you? 】

[No, I said I spent money to buy it, but he told me to leave, and wrote a piece of paper saying "Die to outsiders", so I said kindly that I would set the alarm clock on my phone and throw it into his yard. He opened the door and gave me the peaches, and wrote a small note to answer me that the house is empty and no one lives there. 】

Reincarnations: 【………】

Don't ask, asking is to control violence with violence, simple and rude.

Shimizu showed a complicated expression.

[Then I went for a stroll over there, and it was indeed empty. 】

Qing Shui: [Let's... go and see? 】

No one objected, they stood up, took care not to touch the tables, chairs and benches, and walked out of the hotel.

Xiao Li walked the slowest, he was going to eat this peach before he went - he ate very quietly, his lips were wet with peach juice, and looked very tender.

The little yellow book he put on the table shook slightly: [What are you thinking? 】

Xiao Li licked the peach juice on his lips, but he was leisurely: 【How can I really let go. 】

Xiao Huang Ben: [Do you know what I'm thinking about when I'm free? 】

Xiao Li took another bite of the peach, but said nothing.

Xiao Huangben said: 【Think about the person I like. 】

【His hair and eyes are black, like a starry sky, but soft to the touch.I don't usually like black that much, but it's different on him. 】

【His nose is very straight. I wanted to bite the tip of his nose several times, but I was afraid that I would bite it off.And the lips, his lips are beautifully shaped, perfect for kissing. 】

Little Huang Ben's words carried a bit of tenderness: 【Especially when it gets wet. 】

The author has something to say: Xiao Li: I shouldn’t eat that peach, next time I’ll eat a dry one (.