I Wasn't Born Lucky

Ri Yan didn't know what to do anymore, he had no time to rush to the elevator, and the voice seemed to come from the stairs again.

Except for these two ways to leave the ninth floor, all the houses on the other corridors are locked, and the only room that can be opened is the non-existent room, but entering it is undoubtedly drinking poison to quench thirst, it is a dead end.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The crying sound was getting closer, and Ri Yan could tell that it belonged to a woman, and even this woman should sound a bit older, it was not sharp or delicate, but a bit hoarse and rough.

Ri Yan lay limp on the spot, his eyes were wet, he covered his mouth, and stared at the direction of the crying sound from the other side of the corridor - but there was nothing, even though he could clearly hear that the source of the crying sound had been turned around. Stairs, into the hallway.

what happened?

His thoughts froze for a moment, then he frantically set up the live broadcaster with a selfie stick, and entered the live broadcast room directly from the button on the live broadcaster desktop.

As soon as Ri Yan started broadcasting, the viewers who had previously subscribed to his room got the news immediately:

[What's going on, the anchor clicks to open this update?Fortunately, I am also a cultivator, and I am the champion of staying up late tonight. 】

[Has Rihuohuo returned home?Enough of the live broadcast of horror movies at night? 】

[Wait, anchor, why is your face pale? If you don’t know, you think you have kidney deficiency. Why are your eyes red? 】

Ri Yan no longer cared about what the barrage was saying, he turned the camera tremblingly, adjusted the angle, and then looked across the corridor.

This time, a figure appeared on the camera.

It was a woman with long hair, her head was lowered, her long hair was parted from her cheeks, she was covering her face with her hands, she was sobbing constantly, her body was shaking, and she was walking slowly towards the sun.

She is crying.

The woman was wearing a white dress with messy hem, as if it had been torn apart, revealing a pair of bare feet.

The toes of those feet were black, from the ankle down, covered with corpse spots of various sizes, and every step a wet footprint appeared on the carpet.

[What the hell is this? 】

[Fuck, the anchor poisoned me late at night, I'm going to die, I can't sleep tonight, this cry is so scary. 】

[Ri Yan, where are you?Haven't come out of the hotel yet?I was almost scared to death by you, my heart almost jumped out of my throat. 】

As the woman approached step by step, the sound of crying was like the sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings. He really couldn't bear such fear, and he didn't want to sit still and wait for death. In the end, he panicked, covered his face with his arms and rushed towards her. After entering Room 909, I closed the door tightly, put down the selfie stick, and moved a chair to block the door with great effort.

Riyan didn't think it was enough, he looked around, unplugged the TV, moved the TV to the chair, and reinforced the heavy objects.

In fact, he would have moved the bed if it hadn't seemed to be fixed in place.

After doing all this, Ri Yan curled up in the corner and reopened the barrage.

With tears in his eyes, he stammered his last words to the selfie stick: "You may never see me again, I really shouldn't have opened that door... I opened the door of strange stories, and since then, I have been encountering all kinds of weird things, I... I might die..."

Outside the door, the crying was getting closer.

There is nothing more terrifying than this terror that precedes death.

Covering his face, Ri Yan burst into tears, fumbling around for his phone: "I...I want to call my mother..."

[This...how could this be?Where's the handsome guy you were with before?Is he not there? 】

[Anchor, don't be like this, I'm panicking too, I'll help you forward the post to see if it can stir up some heat. 】

[Wait...the door that doesn't exist, the legs chasing on the stairs, the crying woman...why do these seem to be strange stories I've seen before? 】

Ri Yan was already in despair. He pinched his nose and felt like he was fished out of the water. When he saw this barrage, he paused the phone call as if he was lucky. He asked: "The latter two are also strange stories? I have only heard the first strange story."

[Yeah, the non-existent room at the Cavill Hotel is the most famous ghost story, the other two are not so famous, I also heard it from my grandma when I was very young, I forgot it long ago, now Just remembered. 】

[The legs chasing on the stairs is about a person walking up the stairs, there will be a pair of legs chasing him behind; while the crying woman is about a woman who fell in love with a man, and conceived before marriage, and gave birth to him for him. Three children, but the man didn't want to marry her, and even kept messing with her outside.Finally one day, the woman couldn't bear it any longer. She drowned her three children in the bathtub and threw herself into the river. After death, her soul turned into a weeping woman, constantly looking for her children. 】

"But, but I'm not her child." Ri Yan wiped away tears, and communicated with the audience on the bullet screen, "I... If I say that, will she let me go?"

[I don’t know, this is just one of the weird stories I’ve heard. My grandma said there are six weird stories in total, and I don’t remember the others...]

"Did your grandma say how to break the strange talk?"

[This is not... Ri Yan, I'm sorry, let me help you and ask my grandma again. 】

Ri Yan was about to continue to question, but the faint crying sound outside the door had become louder, like a howling sound squeezed out of his throat.

No doubt the weeping woman had stopped at the door.

And that thin door, and the heavy objects such as the chair behind it...it was obviously impossible to block her.

Ri Yan thought about the words on the bullet screen, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "You...you listen carefully, I am not your child! You have found the wrong person, leave quickly and find someone else, I beg you, woo, Your child is waiting for you to find him!"

But to his despair, it didn't work.

Intuition told Ri Yan that the weeping woman was still standing at the door, waiting to break in.

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plane of reality.

The moment Riyan disappeared, Ye Zeqing who was sleeping on the bed opened his eyes immediately.

He didn't capture how Riyan disappeared, but he sensed the ghost energy that shifted for a moment, and found Riyan's disappearance——Ye Zeqing immediately jumped up from the bed, casually grabbed the clothes on the chair, and hurriedly I put on my shoes and went to other rooms to wake up the other reincarnations.

About 3 minutes later, this group of senior reincarnators gathered in Xiao Li's room.

Xiao Li didn't wake up much, he rubbed his eyes, poured a little cold water on his cheeks, and asked Ye Zeqing, "Did he disappear just like that?"

"Yes," Ye Zeqing said, "I was sleeping at the time, and I only felt a ghostly aura appearing, and when I opened my eyes, he disappeared."

In the dungeon world, this kind of disappearance often means death.

If it is the plot personnel in other dungeons, the reincarnators may not care about it, at least they will not take care of it at their own risk, but the role of Riyan in this dungeon world is different - first of all, the camera, the reincarnation Secondly, Xiao Li always feels that the role of the live broadcast room is not limited to this. If it is just a camera, Ri Yan can also be other identities, such as documentary photographers, while the anchor is a relatively special industry.

"I can't sense any of his breath." Ye Zeqing finally said.

When Hull heard this, he stood aside and interjected: "I have a prop that can track others, let me try it."

As he spoke, he took out a compass from his pocket.

Hull opened the case of the compass, fiddled with the pointer on it counterclockwise, and then silently said the name of "Sunflame" before letting go.

The needle of the compass turned back clockwise, spinning helplessly in the same place.

Hull shook his head at the reincarnators: "I can't track it."

This method of dungeon ghosts may also happen to the reincarnation, so everyone is frowning and dignified.

Xiao Li kept playing with his mobile phone. He called up the call interface and made a call.

"You don't want to call Riyan, do you? Do you know his phone number? But isn't there no signal on our phone?" Ye Zeqing asked in surprise.

Xiao Li took out another banana from the fruit basket, stuffed it into Ye Zeqing's mouth, and signaled him to shut up: "I'll call the transit station."

Ye Zeqing took off the banana and put it back in the fruit basket.

He didn't understand what Xiao Li meant at first, but he quickly remembered the previous copy, and his eyelids jumped: "Don't you..."

Xiao Li didn't give him a chance to finish the sentence, because someone on the other side picked it up.

When connected, no one spoke, only the hiss of the phone line.

Xiao Li greeted routinely: "Are you okay?"

Phone ghost: "What's the matter with you?"

Xiao Li said "Hey": "I remember that you seem to have the ability to know the phone number of the target person? I didn't give you the phone number back then, but you can get it too. It's amazing."

Phone ghost: "... What's the matter with you?"

Co-authored and became a repeater.

Xiao Li: "Do me a favor, call an anchor named 'Riyan' in this world, and ask him where he is and how he is doing now."

Phone ghost: "..."

It didn't say anything, just hung up the phone unilaterally.

Xiao Li looked at the "end call" button on the phone, and said "OK": "Wait for the news."

Ye Zeqing: "..."

——It was the first time he saw someone who used the phone ghost as a microphone...

Hull didn't know what to do, so he asked Ye Zeqing, "Ye, who is Moriarty calling?"

Ye Zeqing said unrepentantly: "Telephone inquiry desk."

Hull:? ? ?

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And at the same time, Riyan's side.

He tremblingly waited for his fate to be pronounced, and a puddle of water seeped through the crack of the door, which showed that the weeping woman was at the door.

As if deliberately taking pleasure in the fear of the scorching sun, the locked doorknob was of no use to the woman. Instead, the keyhole was opened with a "snap", and then the doorknob slowly turned inward. ...

At this moment, Ri Yan suddenly felt shaken by the cell phone he was holding in his hand!

He took a look at the phone in a panic, only to see an incoming call from "444444" displayed on it.

This number... No matter how you look at it, it looks like a ghost call from a classic horror movie.

Ri Yan was about to cry, why did he just open a door, and all these ghosts entangled him?

He definitely didn't have the guts to take it.

It's just that when he wanted to press the ghost call, his fingers trembled so much that he accidentally pressed the other side of the screen and connected the call.

A hoarse female voice came from the phone: "Riyan."

Accurately spelled Riyan's name.

This made Ri Yan want to lie to himself that he made a wrong call.

Ri Yan wanted to hang up with tears streaming down his face, but the next second, the name on the receiver made him stop this action: "Moriarty asks you where you are and your location."

... I don't know if it's Ri Yan's illusion, but he always feels that when the other party says the word "Moriarty", he seems to be gnashing his teeth a bit.

But no matter what, he knew that Moriarty was Xiao Li, so he didn't care whether the other side of the ghost call was a ghost, Ri Yan held the phone like a treasure, and said incoherently to the receiver: "I... …I am very bad, I met a woman who can cry, and the bullet screen said that this is another strange story... I, why am I so unlucky? Moriarty, Ye Zeqing, help me, please, I , I'm in room 909 next door, but before I... No matter how I knocked on the door, there was no response..."

The female ghost on the opposite side of the ghost call didn't speak, it hung up the phone indifferently, and the next second, it called Xiao Li's cell phone.

Just as Xiao Li said "Hello", he heard the call from the ghost and couldn't wait to repeat Ri Yan's words.

The weeping woman, he had heard this strange talk, and it also existed in reality.

Xiao Li took an apple from the fruit basket, didn't eat it, and threw it up and down in his hand. He heard the ghost call repeat, and he interrupted before the other party hung up the phone: "Room 909 didn't show up now. It should be pulled to a different dimension when Room 909 is not in reality, can you locate his precise location?"

The ghost caller was silent for a while, then reluctantly said: "... yes."

Xiao Li said affectionately: "You can locate and make calls. It is both Gaode map and China Mobile. Meiyou, how many surprises do you have that I don't know?"

The ghost called: "..."

Oops, misstep.

It hung up the phone directly.

Ten seconds later, a text message was sent to Xiao Li's cell phone from "444444".

There was only one sentence in the text message: [He didn't die, after 30 seconds, room 909 returned to reality. 】

Xiao Li stood up, clamped the beautiful red apple with his index finger and thumb, and put it on the back of his hand like a basketball: "Let's go."

Except for Ye Zeqing, the reincarnated people are still a little confused about their status. They only vaguely know that Moriarty called Li Gui (...), and then Li Gui called back. They hesitated They looked at each other, but still followed.

As soon as he got out of the door of Room 908, Xiao Li saw that the corridor that was originally the end wall was extended and turned into Room 909, followed by a burst of crying.

This cry was no longer the previous sobbing, but a loud howling, a heart-piercing cry, and the resentment contained in this cry was discolored.

A row of wet footprints appeared in the corridor, spreading into room 909 from a distance.

Xiao Li looked at the footprints for a while, then sighed, "This girl's feet are big enough."

Ye Zeqing twitched the corner of his mouth: "... Now is not the time to talk about this, is it? I sensed the breath of 'it'..."

"I see that you are too nervous, let me tell you a joke to relax your mind." Xiao Li said.

Ye Zeqing didn't appreciate it: "...I didn't feel relaxed, thank you."

At this moment, the weeping woman had already entered Room 909. The chair and TV that had been blocking the door had fallen to the ground under the force of her pushing the door, and the chair was pushed half a meter away.

Ri Yan was locked in a corner and trembling.

As early as the moment the door was pushed open, he had already closed his eyes.

He didn't dare to look directly at how the crying female ghost walked towards him, tearing up his image, but the other party wanted to torture him deliberately so that he could hear every footstep clearly.

However, when Riyan was almost desperate, he heard the footsteps of other people outside the door—he clenched the selfie stick in his hand, opened his eyes a little, and observed the outside world.

The weeping woman had already entered the middle of room 909, one meter away from the sun in the corner.

Xiao Li stood at the door of the room, raised one hand to rest on the door frame, and said, "Don't cry, what can't you say well, do you have to cry?"

The weeping woman covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shrugged from time to time with the sound of crying, she turned her head slowly, facing Xiao Li.

Xiao Li stood up straight, stuffed the apple into his pocket, and replaced it with a small yellow book in his hand.

He just wrote the name of the ancient painting on it, and successfully summoned the singer Xiuji from reality.

The weeping woman turned around and walked towards Xiao Li slowly. Her crying sound became more and more frightening. It swayed round and round, with its own reverberation, like ghosts crying in the wilderness at night.

Others couldn't help but plug their ears with their hands, trying to block the crying.

Xiao Li didn't move, he smiled at the crying woman, stretched out a finger to his lips: "Silence, silence descends."

As soon as he finished speaking, an ancient painting unfolded in the air in front of him.

The peach tree in the painting is shining brightly, and the singer comes out of the painting. It circles in the air, and with its sleeves raised, it can barely cover the mouth of the crying woman.

...Then the cry was muted by pressing a button.

The weeping woman could not cry out.

She has become the woman who does not cry.

It happened so suddenly that even this weeping woman, one of the urban ghost stories, was stunned for a moment, and then she put down her hands that had been covering her face—but still no one could see her face, she lowered her head, her long hair It almost fell to the ground, let the singer gag her, and continued to approach Xiao Li.

While approaching, the weeping woman's long hair stretched rapidly on the carpet, like a flexible black snake, wrapping around Xiao Li's ankle.

Xiao Li looked down at his ankles, and Tan Li's long hair stretched out of Xiao Li's pocket at the same moment, entangled with the other's long hair.

Like two black snakes, fighting each other.

Xiao Li quickly drew a scalpel from his sleeve, and the blade reflected a little cold light.

"Take back your hair." He said to Tan Li.

The puppet didn't hesitate, and Tan Li quickly retracted his long hair.

The next second, Xiao Li bent down, and he cut off the crying woman's long hair with a "click" with the bloody scalpel.

other people:"……………"

other people:! ! !

The lock of long hair that left the crying woman fell to the ground as if it had lost its life, and became a common broken hair in the hair salon.

Before the crying woman could react, Xiao Li grabbed her remaining long hair once and for all, stepped forward, and slashed at her neck.

Weeping Woman: ? ? ?

The long hair fell down intermittently, as if he had encountered a bad barber, and the joints were uneven, like a dog gnawed.

The weeping woman watched her knee-length hair break apart inch by inch, and finally turned into short hair that couldn't cover her face——

Even though she was still affected by the silence, she squeezed out a growl from her throat: "...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Even if you don't look at the expression, just by listening to the voice, you can tell that this is the most painful roar of a crying woman.

Ye Zeqing originally didn't want to sense the other party's thoughts, but this time, even if he didn't take the initiative, because the emotional fluctuations of the crying woman were too strong, it was directly transmitted to him—he pressed his temple and translated: "She...she Her heart aches for her long hair, which is soft and straight, very offensive and defensible, and her heart hurts, it's the kind of throbbing pain."

Xiao Li: "..."

He showed an innocent look: "She was the one who started it first, I was just passively defending, you saw it."

Diva hesitated for a moment, touched her long hair with lingering fear, and retracted the sleeves covering the crying woman's mouth.

The weeping woman covered her face, and she cried louder.

Xiao Li: "...It can still grow, right?"

Weeping woman: "Woo."

Ye Zeqing translated simultaneously: "Have you ever seen a ghost with long hair?"

Xiao Li: "...cough."

Hull, who had witnessed everything, was a bit confused, and he murmured, "Excuseme?"

How fat four? !

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On the other side, in the corner of Room 909, Ri Yan stood up while leaning on the wall in disbelief.

His feet were already numb due to squatting for a long time, but this did not prevent him from feeling a little bit of joy in his life. At this moment, in his eyes, Xiao Li had a halo of soft light, and he wanted to run over and hug her The other party, but the crying woman was still standing at the door of the room crying, he didn't dare to go there, so he could only stop in the room and express his emotions to Xiao Li with his eyes.

The barrage in the live broadcast room is also rapidly swiping the screen:

[It turns out... this is the operation of the boss, 66666, there is such an operation JPG]

[Maybe my idea is wrong, I regret it, but I actually feel that the length is not short enough, I was imagining the appearance of a crying woman with her head shaved...]

[Me too, thinking about my childhood nightmare, if Sadako Yamamura had a straight haircut, then... that would not seem so scary. 】

【Oops, this is a feeling of heartbeat. I am heartbroken for Moriarty's father. It's not the wind, it's me. 】

[The horror movie turns into a comedy in a second, serve a cappuccino to the boss. 】

The author has something to say: The crying woman: I cried so loudly tonight.