I Wasn't Born Lucky

【Lili: It's fine if you change your vest, but you didn't tell me?And I've even chatted with other evil spirits about Moriarty, and stepped on Moriarty with Sherlock! 】

【Lili shed her own Sherlock fan registration and shed tears. 】

[I think of what Hercule said to the phone ghost, "Meiyou, how many surprises do you have that I don't know?", now Meiyou can also call him: "Man, how many vests do you have that I don't know? "]

[Laughing to death, tit for tat, what you gain is what you lose, Meiyou, if you can see this post, please help me say a few words in front of the boss. 】

【Life is full of wonders. Ghost calls are the kind of dungeons I fear the most. I was still shivering when I saw the experience before Moriarty’s arrival, but who would have thought that I would now be affectionately managing phone ghosts? It's called Meiyou. 】

[Meiyou is amazing, it can navigate up and down and find people, and it is easy to carry. It is a qualified tool ghost. 】

[Our crying sister also needs to have a name, crying sister: I originally wanted to ask for help from a distance to find Sherlock to rule Hercule, but now... will my beautiful hair never be able to get revenge? 】

[Hercule: They're all my own people, they're all weird stories, what are you and me?Besides, didn't I give you a hair ghost? 】

[Ghost:? ? ?What on earth do you bastard freaks think of me? 】

[Cold, shaking, crying, can this world be better, it is simply too cruel for us ghosts! 】

[Hey, it's still fun to read the posts about the boss, but the building next door makes me shiver. 】

【next door?What building? 】

[I know, it's the building that said that ordinary people often see ghosts in reality recently...?In the past, although we reincarnators often went to the ghost dungeon, it was very safe in reality, but recently, haunted legends have occurred frequently all over the world. Someone sorted out a special building, and I also climbed it. 】

Seeing this, Zheng Yi finally closed his grinning mouth.

Looking at the jargon, he suddenly thought of the supernatural bus discovered by his former junior classmate Qi Ning, and his whole body trembled.

Zheng Yi hurriedly quit this post, went to the special building that the people in the building said, and read it intently.

Looking at it, Zheng Yi was so concentrated that he didn't even eat much lunch, and even Xiao Li gave him an extra look, but he still didn't ask.

In the end, Zheng Yi didn't hold back, and took the initiative to share it with Xiao Li when he was about to leave school.

Xiao Li clicked on the link with his little yellow book. This post is full of stories about ghosts and ghosts experienced by non-reincarnation people. On the seventh floor, I have to take the elevator home every day.

Because it was too late, he was the only one in the elevator, but the moment he stepped into the elevator, the elevator suddenly issued an overweight warning.

The office worker was so frightened to death that he withdrew immediately. He watched the elevator door close without anyone and then slowly ascended. Finally, it stopped at the tenth floor and descended again.

When the elevator opened again on the first floor, it was still empty.

But the commuter didn't press the button again at all.

He was so startled that his legs were so weak that he didn't dare to go home. He went directly to a friend's house to stay for the night.

Xiao Li roughly scrolled down. There are many such personal experiences in this building, plus the speculations of reincarnators.

Zheng Yi said at the side: "This is the same as watching ghost stories I used to read. It's really scary. I hope I don't encounter it. Recently, I don't dare to walk at night."

Xiao Li watched a few of the most iconic events, and closed the little yellow book thoughtfully.

"Xiao Li, if one day I meet a ghost, I... can I move to your house?" Zheng Yi looked at him pitifully, "Or you can come to my house and bring the mirage me with you. I don't mind, I'll act like a horse for you, and disappear automatically at night."

Xiao Li: "..."

Why does Zheng Yi always mention Shen Mizhi?

His thoughts drifted back to that day again, leaving aside the headache after the hangover, he actually slept very well, at least more at ease than all his previous sleeps, as if he had received some guarantee that he could have Slept in safety.

Xiao Li sat in front of the desk in a daze for a moment, then lowered his head and started writing his homework.

After that, the rest time between dungeon missions became a little long, until that night, Xiao Li answered a call from Ye Zeqing.

"Xia... no, Mo..." Ye Zeqing's tone was rapid, but at first he got stuck on calling Xiao Li, "Forget it, I'll call you Moriarty, I'm more used to it. "

Xiao Li heard something wrong with his tone, and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Ye Zeqing is different from Zheng Yi, Zheng Yi is dependent on him, and likes to ask him to share trivial matters, but Ye Zeqing prefers to solve it by himself, and only comes to him when there is something that cannot be solved. There is also a Ye family behind Zeqing.

"Moriarty, do you know that there have been many terrorist incidents in the real world recently?"

"Yes." Xiao Li said, "Zheng Yi shared it with me."

Ye Zeqing: "I've been busy in other places recently. The Ye family's work is several times more than before. I can't go back for the time being. Are you free now?"

Xiao Li heard a noisy conversation coming from the opposite side of the receiver: "It's quite free, just speak up if you have something to do."

"Yes...it's like this," Ye Zeqing took a deep breath, "I have a friend in real life who is not a reincarnator. He runs a KTV at home and is a private owner. He is near your house. He... ...He wants to invite you to sing a song."

Xiao Li: "...Huh?"

A twist in the last sentence?

"...By the way, help him." Ye Zeqing coughed, "His KTV has been haunted recently, and many all-nighters said they would encounter ghosts in the early hours of the morning. I was supposed to help him, but I was out of town. He's a good friend of mine again, so I thought . . . to see if you had time."

"Of course I'm not asking for your help in vain. He will pay you. At least you will be free to sing there in the future, and there will be extra rewards. Maybe you don't like money. You can ask for anything. I will help you with it." He said, what do you think?"

If it was just to ask him to sing, then Xiao Li would definitely not go, but since it was related to the supernatural event, Xiao Li, an enthusiastic citizen, answered without hesitation after a little thought: "There is no need for the reward, help me open a room, um, for My address and contact information, I'll go right away."

Ye Zeqing breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'll tell him right away."

He hung up the phone, and quickly sent Xiao Li the phone number, name, and address of the boss, along with a paragraph: [I've already told him, his name is Pan Jiming, you just go there. 】

Xiao Li circled around the house, picked up the schoolbag that was thrown on the floor after returning home, took out all the textbooks inside, then took off the ghost painting, grabbed the little black cat by the neck, and put the cat on the ground. Put it into the schoolbag, leaving a gap for it.

The little black cat turned over in the schoolbag with its tail between its legs.

"Just to take you out to relax." Xiao Li carried his schoolbag on his back and waved at the doll, "Tan Li, you girls should like to sing, right?"

Tan Li is a young ghost who is always obsessed with raising flowers after retirement. Xiao Li really wants to develop additional hobbies for her. This time is a good opportunity. He has never brought Tan Li came out to play.

Tan Li raised his head from among the flowers, and got into Xiao Li's right pocket in some confusion.

"And Zhou Ying, children should look like children, they can't play mobile games all the time, it's good to sing and sing." Xiao Li knocked on the phone, and took the healing lamp that had been on the table ghost.

After everything was ready, Xiao Li dragged his family and set off towards the address given by Ye Zeqing.

This KTV is really not far from Xiao Li's house, it takes only a quarter of an hour to walk there, and the signboard composed of five-color neon lights is particularly eye-catching in the dark.

A middle-aged man with a sad face was pacing back and forth at the gate of the KTV. Apart from him, no other guests entered or exited the gate.

The middle-aged man saw Xiao Li walking this way, and looked him up and down suspiciously: "Master Moriarty?"

It's not his fault, Xiao Li is wearing a school uniform and carrying a black schoolbag on his back. His black hair is draped smoothly on his forehead. He looks like an obedient top student, which really doesn't fit Ye Zeqing's words " The title of the strongest king in the ghost world".

Xiao Li: "Pan Jiming?"

"Yes, yes, it's me," Pan Jiming looked suspicious, but out of trust in the Ye family behind Ye Zeqing, he forced a smile, "Master Moriarty, please follow me."

The interior decoration of this KTV is very luxurious, more magnificent than some chain song cities. It should be bustling on weekdays, but at this moment it is extremely quiet, only the footsteps of Pan Jiming's leather shoes echoing in the tiled corridor.

Xiao Li looked left and right at each private room: "No guests?"

"After that incident happened, I cleared the store and closed down. After all, if something happens to the people who come here, my store will not be able to continue." Pan Jiming said nervously, "It's like this. There has been no accident for several years, until last week, some guests who came to my place for overnight reservations reported that they heard footsteps hovering outside the box door."

"They thought it was the waiter at first, and some people felt annoying, so they opened the door to ask the waiter not to walk back and forth, but when they opened the door, they found that there was no one at all outside the door."

Pan Jiming's voice revealed bitterness: "The guest in that box didn't think much at first, he just thought that the echo amplified the footsteps of the waiter, or that the waiter entered another box, but as soon as he closed the door, the footsteps disappeared. It rang again."

"Not only that, at first the footsteps were walking back and forth after two meters from the door, and then gradually reduced to one meter, and in the end, it was like a person jumping in place at the door of the box."