I Wasn't Born Lucky

The change in the sound is very subtle, but if there is any noise around, even if the reincarnated people don't turn off the lights and concentrate their senses, they can't notice it.

When she noticed that the voice had changed, Zhou Ying consciously manipulated the phone to turn on the lights to illuminate Xiao Li.

This place is no stranger to the reincarnations, it is the back door of the canteen of Future Paradise.

They ate at noon and at night in this staff cafeteria, which was like an ordinary restaurant in reality, with tables standing next to each other, and the meals were relatively rich.

Reincarnation people enter the cafeteria through the main entrance that they have passed by before, and this side is the door of the back kitchen of the cafeteria, which is usually used to deliver food and throw garbage.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The sound of heavy objects falling continued.

Xiao Li tentatively pushed the back kitchen door, found it unlocked and walked in, then signaled Zhou Ying to lower the brightness of the phone, the light of the phone became quite weak, and he could barely see.

Fu Guangbo followed behind, his face a bit uneasy, a terrible possibility appeared in his mind: "Could what we eat be..."

"What's in these water pipes?" Zheng Yi continued.

Ye Zeqing's face also darkened, and he didn't care about the aloof image he tried to create, so he uttered a national curse: "Fuck."

"I don't think so," Chen Jinghan recalled the food during the day, but she did not blindly guess, "The texture of beef during the day is obviously beef. I have learned this knowledge in order to lose weight before, and I can carefully distinguish the texture of various meats." Taste, not other meat."

"That's good." Fu Guangbo breathed a sigh of relief.

In the back kitchen, there is a huge stove with a huge pot on it, as well as many pots and pans, and there are several layers of freezers.

However, what is different from the outside world is that the water pipes in the office building are all built inside the walls, but here, they leak directly from the corners of the walls.

In this way, several sewer pipes circled in the air in a twisted shape like a greedy snake, winding together from the corner of the wall, and converging above the heads of the reincarnated people, forming a black plastic pipe several times wider.

And this pipeline descends vertically from high altitude, leading to the deeper next layer.

It can barely be seen through the gap in the ground, below is a blood-red pool that is as big as an entire room.

It was filled with fresh blood, and from time to time, the remains of corpses mixed with blood clots that had already solidified and blackened fell into the pool of blood, bubbling with blood.

However, the strange thing is that sometimes what falls into it is not the residual limbs, but more of a pale white round object that directly submerges into the blood pool.

Xiao Li lay on the ground and watched for a while, and the smell of blood became stronger.

"What...is it in here?" Fu Guangbo leaned over to look at it in the same posture, "So many corpses and blood belonged to the previous security guards? What are these white things?"

Xiao Li thought for a moment: "It won't be a ping pong ball soaked in bleach."

Fu Guangbo: "..."

Xiao Li continued to look at the falling white sphere, and at the moment when a certain sphere was facing him and sank into the pool of blood, he saw a struggling face on it.

Spirit... body?It is unlikely that Mr. Sun collected these things for taking a bath, but for doing something about "the truth behind the paradise".

It's like a way to destroy it...

Xiao Li stroked his chin, looked around, and finally stood up from the ground with one hand on the ground.

Then he lowered his head to search, opened the cabinets under the back kitchen one by one to check, and finally proposed what he was looking for in the middle one.

Fu Guangbo squinted his eyes in the dark for a while, and found that it was something everyone knew: vinegar, soy sauce, light soy sauce and other condiments.

"You, you want...?" Fu Guangbo stammered.

Xiao Li picked up a bottle of vinegar with one hand, unscrewed the lid, then took out a kitchen knife from the chopping board, gestured twice, and just about to cut it, Shen Mizhi suddenly pulled him.

Xiao Li:?

He turned his head and saw that the other party was holding a pair of plastic gloves that he had just gotten from where he didn't know where to put them on.

The young man looked serious as if he was putting on a ring for his beloved, and every finger was neatly arranged for him without any wrinkles.

Soon, Shen Mizhi reluctantly let go of his hand, and retreated to the side automatically.

The outsider's body temperature receded, and the tactile sensation through the finger cot completely disappeared. Xiao Li bent his fingers unnaturally, but he never thanked him in a strange way. There was a hole in the pipe.

Viscous donated blood soon gushed out from the not-so-big opening, staining Xiao Li's gloves red.

He erected the kitchen knife against the opening, then poured the vinegar in his left hand into it.

"Gudong gudong gudong——"

A gust of acid overflowed from the opening, and soon, the bottle of vinegar was emptied, and Xiao Li replaced it with a bottle of soy sauce.

Fu Guangbo: "..."

"Look again to see if there is any stock for these things." Xiao Li did not forget to tell the others.

The kitchen uses a lot of cooking, and there are almost a lot of these condiments. Soon, Zheng Yi quickly found a box of newly bought vinegar from the storage room, and moved it over.

Xiao Li emptied the soy sauce in his hand, glanced at the time displayed on the phone, and suddenly motioned for Ye Zeqing to come over: "Come here."

Ye Zeqing: "What?"

Xiao Li stepped aside a little, took off his gloves, came to the edge of the sink, and began to wash the blood on it.

The opening was not big, but due to gravity, some blood still splashed onto Xiao Li's face, he had to turn his head sideways and use his thumb to wipe off the bright red, and then rinse it off slowly.

Fu Guangbo looked at his profile, and inexplicably thought of the story about Hercule on the forum—well, it actually looks like a cold-blooded murderer.

Xiao Li washed the gloves, handed them to Ye Zeqing, and pointed to the hole in the water pipe: "You pour it."

This is simple.

Ye Zeqing eagerly rolled up his sleeves, put on his gloves, and poured seasoning into it like Xiao Li did before, playing with it, and sprinkled a few bags of salt and sugar.

Seeing Ye Zeqing's hand, Xiao Li glanced at the time, and speeded up his speech: "Let's go, you stay."

The last three words were addressed to Ye Zeqing.

Ye Zeqing was stunned for a moment: "You want to leave me alone? Where are you going?"

Xiao Li: "The exhibition hall."

"Aren't you not going?" Fu Guangbo asked stupidly.

"I still have to go," Xiao Li had already started to walk out the door, "and he had to go in a panic and openly."

"Yan Luo, you stay here. You have a ghost body and are relatively safe. After pouring, you take the elevator upstairs, go to the nineteenth floor, and start patrolling."

The corner of Ye Zeqing's mouth started to twitch. He didn't want to show that he was afraid, but he still said: "Can I finish the pour quickly and come with you? And what am I going to do there?"

"Paralyze your opponent, don't you want to?" Xiao Li didn't want to waste time, so he turned to Zheng Yi, "Then—"

Before Zheng Yi could reply, Ye Zeqing had already interrupted him, gritted his teeth and said, "No, I'll go, this is the way you trust me the most, I...I'll go."

Zheng Yi was not convinced, but he did not directly object.

Xiao Li nodded, and finally took out the little yellow book, called out the Eternal Soul Umbrella, handed it to Ye Zeqing, and whispered a few words to him.

Ye Zeqing held the handle of the umbrella, feeling a lot more at ease. When Xiao Li and the others left, he turned his head and stopped feigning the cold sweat on his forehead, and began to pollute the pool of blood at a faster rate.

And when everything was done, he took off his gloves, put away the empty bottle, and threw it into the cabinet. Like Xiao Li explained, he held up the eternal soul umbrella, wrote Xiao Li's name on the umbrella, and held it Take the elevator.

Since the Eternal Soul Umbrella has opened more seals, one of the extra functions is: to open the camouflage function.

Xiao Li confirmed that with his consent, this function can also be used on other people.

On the other side, Xiao Li got stuck in time and ran out of the office building. He had already told the others, and now the rest of them ran with him, and kept patrolling the front, running towards the exhibition hall.

Like... chasing something.

Time: 35:[-].

the other side.

Below the blood pool is a huge basement that occupies the entire office building complex.

Or it can no longer be called a basement, it should be called an underground palace.

This basement is lit with lights that illuminate the entire first floor.

Mr. Sun and his friends are already in their positions. They are standing on the glass steps, looking at the vacated sculpture below, making final preparations.

And below the glass stairs is a pool that has been carved thousands of times, the inside is empty, and there are countless complicated lines branded on the bottom, intertwined with each other.

In the center of the pool, stands a statue that is as tall as a person.

The front face of the statue is a man with sharp edges and a haughty look.

Mr. Sun looked at the Big Ben hanging on the other side, clenched his hand into a fist, and smashed it on his heart: "Hurry up, hurry up."

As long as he succeeds this time, he will be able to get the god drop.

The friend opposite him also looked a little excited, but he immediately looked down at the notebook he was holding, took out a pen and wrote a line on it.

A black shadow came out from the side, and it said hoarsely: "There are... there are two 'he's, near the exhibition hall X, and one is on...the eighteenth floor..."

"Two?" Mr. Sun frowned, "Is it his prop?"

The friend thought for a moment: "When did you go?"

"Eleven thirty-five, and eleven forty."

"What is he doing in the office building?"

"Look, look for the water pipe."

——As Hei Ying said, Ye Zeqing was holding the Eternal Soul Umbrella, knocking on the water pipes, following the sound of water droplets as before.

Mr. Sun waved his hand: "No matter which one of them is him, one is in the exhibition hall and the other is above, it will not affect us."

"No, I was thinking..." The friend said slowly, "Although it is unlikely, since there are such replica props, he may also pretend to be someone else..."

Mr. Sun was stunned: "You don't doubt me, do you? I've been here with you all the time."

"No." The friend shook his head.

At this time, the black shadow took the initiative to speak: "He from the exhibition hall... is here."

At this time, the time was very close to zero.

A smile appeared on Mr. Sun's face, and he said yearningly: "It's okay, just let him come, let him come to welcome the coming of God together."

When their goal is achieved, all problems will be solved the moment the god comes into the world.

Even if [-] reincarnations join forces, the ending will be the same.

…………

Time passed by, and Xiao Li's return was not hindered. When he found the stairs leading to the underground palace in the logistics office, Mr. Sun was standing below to welcome him.

"welcome."

Xiao Li looked at the rippling smile on his face: "Will your next sentence be 'are you satisfied with what you saw'?"

Mr. Sun was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I didn't want to say that at first, but now I can use this sentence to welcome you, are you satisfied? You should feel honored to die after seeing the god descend."

Xiao Li raised his eyebrows: "God descended?"

He looked at the statue in the pool.

"The greatest god in the world," Mr. Sun said with a full face of admiration, "The time has come, welcome my lord with me."

It's midnight.

The hands of that big ben clock had been programmed, and it began to swing from side to side, making a loud noise.

The skateboard on the top of the idol pool splits towards both sides, and the blood pool above the head flows into the pool along a special pipe. Black and red pieces of meat are mixed with white spirit bodies, filling up the magic circle needed for the sacrifice bit by bit.

The color of the blood pool is no longer bright red, but black, but this makes the pool even more ghostly.

The liquid was sucked up by the statue and gradually filled the whole statue.

Looks great, but...

There seems to be something wrong.

Mr. Sun sniffed, and the air was filled with... sour, sweet, bitter, and salty smells.

It's not good to say, it's like a dark dish made by someone who overturned the seasoning.

The taste was so disgusting that Mr. Sun took two deep breaths, and a huge psychological gap was intertwined. He suddenly retched while hugging his stomach.

What he vomited was not only gastric juice, but also his broken heart.