I Wasn't Born Lucky

Outside the hotel, the torrential rain that had extinguished the fire had turned into moderate rain, and the street floor, which was finally dried by the morning sun, was drenched again.

The reincarnators did not bring umbrellas, so they could only try to walk sideways under the eaves of the shops along the road to ensure that most of their bodies would not get wet.

Xiao Li wrote out the past pictures he saw in the coffin and told others, which aroused discussion among the reincarnated people.

Qing Shui wrote thoughtfully: [So the silence in this village is related to the heap of inheritance of the grandfather of the owner of the ancient house.But the mirror did not give any other information, it seems that the key clue is still in the old house. 】

[And the costumes are very problematic...] With his many years of experience in watching horror movies, Qing Shui has already imagined a terrifying picture——

In the dead of night, the moonlight was dim, and the beautiful but weird costume was hung on the hanger.

There was no one in the room, and the doors and windows were tightly closed, but the costume did not move by itself.

The corners of the costume were drooping at first, but suddenly, its sleeves gradually arched, and one arm stretched out, as if an invisible person had put on the costume, which opened the prelude to silence.

After passing a short distance in front of the hotel, Xiao Li suddenly turned around and turned to the residence diagonally opposite the hotel.

The door of that residential house was half-covered when they first came out of the hotel, but it was closed by someone at this moment. It seemed that its owner had returned from the outside.

Xiao Li walked back a few steps, looked up at the rain above his head, turned his head and took out the small bench from the hotel, and put it on his head in the same way.

Although this can prevent some of the heavy rain from hitting his head directly, it still cannot stop the erosion of a small amount of rain on his clothes.

Xiao Li came to the door of the old man's house. He pushed the door with his hands first, and found that the door had been bolted on the back, but the old man did not enter the house. He just stood behind the door, as if anticipating that The reincarnation will come back the same.

In the rain, the paper is easy to get wet, so Xiao Li switched to a mobile phone.

【Old man, why have you been following us? 】

Qing Shui followed him, standing next to Xiao Li, and also saw his straightforward question, the young man frowned, thinking that Sherlock didn't seem to understand the technique of questioning, ordinary residents wouldn't be able to answer so directly, so he had to Just take it step by step...

The old man's cloudy eyes reflected that sentence, and he shook his head slowly but firmly.

This body language may be an answer, or it may be a refusal to talk, but Xiao Li understands the former.

That is denial.

The old man denied that he followed Xiao Li and the others, but he clearly followed them all the time, from the outskirts of the ancient house last night to the street that appeared in the prophecy today, the old man was everywhere.

Throwing away the reincarnators, the only ones who will appear in these places are——

Xiao Li pressed on the phone again: 【You are not following us, but that ghost? 】

When he asked this question, the old man responded. He was no longer as numb as a walking dead, and the muscles on his face trembled uncontrollably.

The old man opened his mouth, his exposed mouth was the same as the hotel owner, it was a dark hole, he also had no tongue, he said silently: 【I'm waiting for it...】

Wait for it, wait for the ghost who will only take away the sound source and face?

Xiao Li frowned. He still wanted to ask the old man some details, but since he revealed the information, the old man refused to give any more responses. He seemed to think that the conversation was meaningless, so he bent over to put away the umbrella, thinking enter the room.

The moment the old man turned around, Xiao Li raised his phone and silently waved at him.

The old man glanced back, only to see a sentence displayed on the phone screen: [Do you have any extra umbrellas over there?We didn't have an umbrella and walking was difficult. 】

Old man: "..."

It was the first time he had seen an outsider who calmly asked him to borrow an umbrella.

The old man didn't have much hostility towards the reincarnated people, otherwise he wouldn't have written a note to remind them when they met for the first time, so after he entered the house, he found a few umbrellas and handed them to Xiao Li.

【thank you. 】Xiao Li waved the phone, turned around and put the small bench back, and held up the umbrella.

He gave the other umbrella to others and walked into the rain.

Shimizu covered his mobile phone with an umbrella, and glanced back at the room quietly.

Lance had just listened to Qing Shui's translation, and this European and American person wrote with little understanding: 【He's waiting for that ghost?Is this his belief? 】

Shimizu: [Maybe the 'it' he said is just a synonym, what if he means death?He has had enough of this kind of life, so he wants to be free...]

【But are you sure what he and the hotel owner said are true?They didn't tell each other that the other was dead. 】

[If what they said is correct, then they are all ghosts now...] Qing Shuidao, [But for some reason, they have something special, they didn't die directly, but became creatures like earthbound spirits, It has no malice towards humans, but it has been bound to the place of death, so it wants to seek relief. 】

Xiao Li watched their analysis, he didn't interrupt, his eyes passed through the edge of the black umbrella, looking at the distant sky.

The rain is getting heavier.

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In the old house, it was still raining outside the window, and the sound of the rain was dull.

Reincarnators generally don't like heavy rain. Heavy rain means darkness and inconvenient movement. But in this copy world, the sound of rain is a kind of cover-up, which will cover up many sounds.

After returning to the old house, AK47 originally wanted to find a room with a bed to put Park Soo-jin in, but Xiao Li chose the study room, so he put Park Soo-jin on his back, let her lean on the chair beside the study room, and found a room for Park Soo-jin. A rope firmly tied Park Soo Jin's arm to the back of the chair.

Xiao Li also moved a chair and sat opposite Pu Xiujin, waiting patiently for Pu Xiujin to wake up.

Qing Shui and others were not there, so they chose to look for clues in the attic that appeared in the mirror of prophecy, so currently only Xiao Li and AK47 are left in the study.

While waiting for Pu Xiujin to wake up, Xiao Li stared blankly at the painting in the center.

The peach tree in the painting is so lifelike that it occupies a large area of ​​the drawing paper. Just looking at the painting seems to be able to see the real scene of the backyard.

After an unknown amount of time, there was movement from Pu Xiujin's side. She frowned uncomfortably, and then opened her eyes.

At first she didn't react, she just felt sore on the back of her neck, and she couldn't move, but soon the memory came back to her mind, she stared at Xiao Li with rounded eyes, and mouthed one by one: [I ...does this count as breaking the prophecy? 】

Xiao Li shook his head.

Prophecy is not so simple to be broken.

They can only be regarded as delaying the prophecy, but as long as the reincarnated people return to that street again in the next few days and let Pu Xiujin die there, it can be corrected.

If nothing else, that ghost will come to the second round.

Pu Xiujin saw a thing or two from his expression, and she said silently with pale lips at this moment: [Then...then what shall we do next? 】

Xiao Li looked away from Pu Xiujin's face, and looked at the painting: 【You have to work harder, tie it up first and see how it will come next time. 】

Park Soo Jin didn't want to accept this decision. This kind of guinea pig role is often played by plot characters, and the death rate is extremely high, but what can't be helped is that she has already made a sound to break the silence - if Xiao Li let her go, she might be able to break the silence again. Falling into a state of being haunted, she tore her own face, so she chose to accept and cooperate.

AK47 is in charge of watching her, including but not limited to beating Park Soo Jin unconscious again at critical moments, or feeding her peaches and other trivial matters.

As the evening approached, Qing Shui and the others returned in a hurry.

Xiao Li was looking up at the senior's painting album with his hands behind his back, when he felt movement behind him, he turned his head.

Qing Shui held a furoshiki in his hand, and he put the furoshiki in the corner, and wrote on the desk with a pen: [There is nothing, everything on it is gone.Except for some sundries, the attic was empty. I saw this thing on the ground, so I brought it back. 】

[We not only went to the attic, but also went to other places in the ancient house, but found nothing else. ] Lance added.

Qing Shui came to Pu Xiujin: [How do you feel, are you okay? 】

Pu Xiujin has no hands, and can't write. She looked at Qingshui in front of her tensely, and could only say silently: [Others are fine, but the hand is about to fail, can you change the posture? 】

Qing Shui didn't know if he understood what she meant, so he reached out and squeezed Pu Xiujin's shoulder: 【Persist. 】

Park Soo Jin: "..."

As soon as the time turned, it was night.

This time, the others did not choose to go back to their respective rooms to sleep, but chose to move the bound Pu Xiujin to a larger bedroom, and the others made a floor bunk with futons.

Since Park Soo Jin was the first person to die in the prophecy, theoretically speaking, as long as she was still alive, the people behind her would be safe for the time being, so the others didn't have much inner struggle.

It was late at night, and they took turns to be on duty, changing every two hours, and Qing Shui was the first to stand guard.

Xiao Li is the second post.

It was quiet in the first half of the night, only the sound of rain was the only sound in this world.

The third post after Xiao Li was Lance. The exorcist was awakened from his sleep and sat quietly in the room.

There was an oil lamp burning in the room, one of the trophies they had scavenged around the old house.

The flame of the oil lamp is very thin, but it is better than nothing. It supports half of the light in this bedroom, reflecting the rain outside, and pulls faint shadows on the wall.

Lance was woken up from a dream, and he didn't sleep much the night before. He kept watch for half an hour, and couldn't help but feel a little sleepy.

Feeling drowsy, he struggled to pinch himself, and then took out a small bottle from his wide pocket.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, put it under his nose, and sniffed it.

This is a bottle of gas that he prepared in advance, just one smell is enough to stimulate the brain and wake people up completely.

Lance put away the small bottle, took a deep breath, and looked around.

The others were sleeping, their breathing was very quiet, and so was Park Soo Jin, who rested his head on a pillar beside him. Although he was not sleeping so peacefully, his breathing was very even.

The same is true by the window, the sound of rain and wind is one piece, and occasionally leaves fall down.

Everything is normal, except——

The face on the window.

The rain hit the window, blurring the rouge at the end of the eyes of that face, but what could be seen was that it was lying outside the window and peeking at the reincarnated people.

The author has something to say: Xiao Li: Peeping is not something a good girl should do.