I Wasn't Born Lucky

The next day, the morning sunlight pierced through the clouds, but was completely shut out by the thick curtains of the windows.

Midsummer is coming to an end, and autumn is coming quietly. The cold air has come several times, and the flower beds downstairs are gradually withering. Only a few withered flowers are still standing firmly on the branches.

Tan Li, who was hanging behind the curtain, tilted his head and turned his gaze to the pot of cactus placed by the window.

The thorns of the cactus are clustered around the green ball like fluff from a distance, but there are no flowers on it, only a piece of green.

Xiao Li bought it specially for her after seeing the season turning cold, and asked: Big enough to feed her.

The puppet looked away quietly, picked up the watering can beside it, and watered the cactus.

Or...ask him for a pot of flowers again, request: there are flowers, big, easy to feed.

The emphasis is on the first two words.

Tan Li thought.

In the room before the curtain, Xiao Li also came out of the bathroom, picked up the schoolbag hanging in front of the table, and prepared to go to school.

The puppet put down the watering can, slid down from the curtain, and got into Xiao Li's pocket very skillfully. Before burying his little head in it, Tan Li raised his head, took Xiao Li's hand, and held it in his palm. wrote a sentence:

"I also want a pot of flowers, can I?"

Xiao Li said, "What kind of flowers do you want?"

Puppet: "...Let me think about it."

Tan Li closed his eyes, curled up completely into his pockets, and began to empty himself: What kind of flowers should I raise?

Xiao Li covered his pockets, picked up the keys at the side, and when he saw the small yellow book spread out on the table, he hesitated for a moment, then rolled it up and stuffed it into his pocket as usual.

Recently, Xiao Huangben is very peaceful.

... This feeling has been going on for a long time, I no longer say some flirty words, and I don’t even have any strange movements. I only have the unshakable "good morning" and "good night" every day, like a greeting machine without emotion.

This change seems to be from——

Shen Mizhi teamed up with him to start.

After a long drive, Xiao Li got off the crowded subway and sat in the classroom after a long absence, thinking on his desk.

Speaking of Shen Mizhi, I have to think about what happened last night...

Xiao Li opened WeChat and took a look. There were several messages from Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing on it, all asking how he was doing. He answered a few words, then buried his face in his arms, silently He arched his head at his elbow.

"Xiao Li," a surprised voice came into his eardrums, the owner of the voice was standing in front of his desk, "You came to school today."

Xiao Li raised his head, with the imprint of his arm remaining on half of his face, which was blushing, and he said weakly, "I didn't expect that either."

Zheng Yi has a strong recovery ability and is very optimistic. He simply pulled the stool at Xiao Li's front table, looked at Xiao Li's face and scratched his face and said: "Last night, there was too much information. I didn't sleep well all night. You What did you jump off? It made me have nightmares, I dreamed that I reached out to grab you and failed to catch you, and you fell to the ground..."

Xiao Li: "Sorry, I didn't think about it that much at the time."

Zheng Yi: "It's okay, why do you want to jump off?"

Xiao Li: "...The building is very high, so I suddenly want to jump, anyway, I will be sent back after the mission is over."

Zheng Yi: "I don't know how to say it, but I feel like I am worthy of Sherlock."

Xiao Li: "..."

At this time, there were already more students coming around, Zheng Yi carefully moved closer, lowered his voice as if exchanging some secret information, and said: "Who was the person who kidnapped me last night? He was looking for you deliberately." , What are the gods he is talking about? There are also brain cores, sub-universes and other things, am I listening to science fiction movies?"

Xiao Li answered a few simple questions: "He is the God of Deceit, haven't you come into contact with something like... a god in other dungeons?"

"I always said that there are many ghosts, and I only encountered a cult a few times." Zheng Yi showed a look of reminiscence, "But I couldn't sleep last night, so I searched the forum, it seems that the gods have been mentioned, There are 'Death Cultists', and some are followers of 'Goddess of Wisdom', which are generally believed in by the Holy See in the West, and I thought they were all fictional."

Xiao Li said: "There are ghosts in this world, how can you be sure that there are no gods?"

Zheng Yi: "That's true. I didn't expect this kind of absurd thing to be true. Also, Xiao Li, did you make it up? That Lin Qili finally went to the forum yesterday to ask how you were doing. I went back to that forum, and by the way, I even blew you up."

Zheng Yi opened his mission book like a treasure, took out a pen to write and draw on it, and then the page of the post on the forum appeared on it, turned it around and put it in front of Xiao Li for him to read.

It was a post that went viral because of the many replies in a short period of time. The title was "Does anyone know Hercule?"Last night he jumped off the building like Sherlock, I want to ask if anyone who knows him can tell him how he is, should he be all right? "

[Front row, who is Hercule?Never heard of it, is it a Sherlock fan? 】

[Jump off the building, I'm pissed, this is too much admiration for Sherlock, Xia Fan is awesome, Moriarty: Why don't I have such a fan? 】

[Upstairs, Ben Sherlock fans feel offended. 】

【Who are the Sherlock and Moriarty you are talking about? Are they the characters in the novel I know? 】

[No, a certain dungeon leader 23333 is on the global leaderboard. 】

At this time, seeing that the topic was already distorted, Lin Qili, who was the poster, came out to save the crooked building: [Wait, don't be crooked, don't you know Hercule? 】

The following is Zheng Yi's reply: [Here he is, he's fine, it's time to jump back, and he disappeared in the middle of the jump. 】

[Hey, if you think about it like this, imagine the scene, it's quite chic. 】

【Stylish is different. If it’s a big guy like me, Sherlock, he’s very handsome. Just take off your clothes, but if Hercule is a short, fat and ugly ordinary person, then...】

Zheng Yi: [... I don't scold you for the sake of Xia Luo fan, but Hercule is very handsome, and he is a big boss at the same level as Sherlock. 】

The people who eat melons: [You are enough, don't brag, I think your other posts are summer bragging, why are you bragging about Hercule here? 】

Zheng Yi: [You don't care about the specific reason, anyway, you know that Hercule is also very handsome. 】

【You have the ability to hit the hammer, Sherlock has actual achievements, what does Hercule have? 】

[Is it enough that he let go of all the test items in an underground laboratory? 】

The ID of the person who replied was "Yan Luo".

When Zheng Yi and Xiao Li reviewed this place together, he smacked his lips and commented: "I see that Yan Luo has been praising Moriarty all the time. I thought he had a problem with you, and I have spat with him several times. Now United Front, find him barely okay, don’t spray him in the future.”

Xiao Li: "......"

After Yan Luo's reply, it was Zheng Yi himself: [Also he used King Qin to walk around the pillar to make the long-handed ghost in the game circle around the tree trunk several times. 】

Yan Luo: [Let the red-clothed ghost in the previous dungeon deal with the asphalt ghost, forcibly dyeing the red-clothed ghost's clothes black, I wanted to burn a "blue moon washing liquid" for her at that time...]

Zheng Yi: [He is also the president of the Ghost Association. 】

Seeing this Xiao Li said, "...the association doesn't exist, okay? I just lied to Qian Zixuan."

Zheng Yi: "It doesn't matter, if you say it, it exists. We have a motto."

Xiao Li: "..."

The following posts are still blowing water:

[Why is this painting style similar to my Sherlock? 】

[Xia Chui upstairs, why, Sherlock has registered the exclusive right to this kind of behavior?I look a lot like Moriarty. 】

Kudo: [I stumbled across this post by accident, and I actually wanted to ask him how he was doing, but I saw the questioning upstairs, so let me add a few points.Hercule saved me, he likes to be friends with spooks, the kind that one phone call can get several spooks to throw a party downstairs at your house. 】

[Using the phone ghost to fight the phone ghost, making Bloody Mary forcefully separate the ghoul-carrying corpse from the corpse on his back, thinking that the corpse behind the ghoul-carrying ghost is his wife, and being corrected, he thought it was her husband...]

[The ghoul uttered a cry from the soul: I am straight, straighter than a steel pipe! 】

[Back Ghoul: It doesn't matter if you slander her as my wife, but you can't insult my sexual orientation! 】

[? ?Big Kudo?If this is true, then Hercule, Sherlock, and Moriarty are three brothers, triplets. 】

[But this style of painting is not learned by others. 】

[Yes, yes, I tried to imitate Sherlock's behavior once, but failed.That time, I met a ghost sitting on a tree. It climbed down from the tree like a snake. I wanted to catch it or give it a little slip to make it fall, but... ...I was so frightened that my three souls disappeared and my seven souls disappeared. I didn't know how to react. I decided to save my dog's life with the automatic life-saving props. 】

[If it's Hercule like this, it's so cool to jump off a tall building! 】

[Is this going to blow up? ! 】

[Remember: Those who don’t make it to the global rankings are all rotten fish and rotten shrimps. Hercule is just a bigger carp in the fish pond, and it’s no match for killer whales like Sherlock. 】

Under this reply, Yan Luo bubbled up again: [Switch Sherlock for Moriarty, I agree. 】

Zheng Yi: [? ? ?roll! 】

He aimed the gunfire at Ye Zeqing again.

Zheng Yi in front of Xiao Li said: "I thought Yan Luo was good because of the same hatred, but in the end, hehe, he looked down on you, Xiao Li, you should avoid dealing with him in the future. Even if he praised you for a while, but deep in his heart I still think Moriarty is the best."

Xiao Li felt that it was time to tell him the truth, he paused and interrupted Zheng Yi: "Zheng Yi, in fact, I am—"

As soon as he said this, the chair beside him was pulled away.

Shen Mizhi also sat down, his figure looked very oppressive, although he didn't speak, he just looked at this side quietly - to be precise, he looked at Xiao Li, but Zheng Yi stiffened his back, As if being targeted by some kind of beast.

The young man's face was expressionless, but Xiao Li somehow felt that the other party was not very happy.

Shen Mizhi's voice asked coldly: "What are you talking about?"