I Wasn't Born Lucky

The owner of this blood-red eye hesitated for a moment, took a half step back, carefully changed one eye, from the left to the right, and then looked inside again.

Tan Li still didn't turn her head back. At this time, the front of her head was spliced ​​with the back of her body. She looked at the eye in the crack of the door without moving. Sprinkle on the ground.

Zhou Ying is still watching the MV.

He was walking a few steps towards the screen, and he stood on tiptoe in front of the screen, reaching out his little hand to press the bloody fingerprints on it.

But when Tan Li's hair spread out, Zhou Ying immediately turned his head, and also looked at the crack in the door of the box.

Xiu Ji was listening to the song seriously with the little stickman.Although she only wanted to listen to opera at first, after listening to a few pop songs patiently, it seemed that the door to a new world had opened up, and Xiu Ji began to think that pop songs were also pretty good.

At this moment, she saw Tan Li and Zhou Ying both reacted, she reacted slowly, and finally turned her head as well, and slowly stared at that place following their line of sight.

The blood-red right eye was stared at by the three ghosts at the same time, and the next second, with a "click", the door was closed from the outside.

The door of the box was tightly fitted to the wall, and there were footsteps walking farther and farther outside the door.

Pan Jiming:? ? ?

What's happening here?

He stood there for a while, and let down his legs that were curled up on the sofa because he wanted to stay away from the door of the box.

In the process of moving, his leather shoes accidentally hit the table and fell to the ground after a loud noise.

Xi Jing's Xiu Ji glanced at him dissatisfied. Although she didn't say anything else, she still scared Pan Jiming enough.

He stood up tremblingly, trotted two quick steps, picked up the leather shoes and put them on for himself.

For most of his life, even at a young age, it can be regarded as going through the wind and rain, and he has seen a lot of scenes.Just from his acquaintance with the Ye family, one can get a glimpse of Pan Jiming's understanding of ghosts, but he has lived for so many years, has seen many scenes of exorcising evil spirits, and heard countless businessmen talking about this matter, but he also I have never seen or even heard of such a way of exorcising ghosts.

What is this called? !

... No, subdue ghost soldiers without fighting?

Pan Jiming circled around, secretly matching a saying in his heart to the scene he had just seen.Immediately, he looked at the ghostly creatures all over the room, and hurriedly leaned towards Xiao Li, the only one who could rely on him.

The middle-aged boss, who was not a reincarnation, swallowed nervously. He looked at Xiao Li, lowered his voice and asked cautiously: "Master Moriarty, since that thing has run away, do we count as it?" ...Successful?"

When he asked here, he paused for a moment, suppressing the half-sentence that was circling in his mind, and didn't know how to ask: Will the owner of those eyes at the door come back?

"Don't we need to catch or disperse that ghost?" Pan Jiming cleared his throat and asked tentatively.

Xiao Li didn't reply immediately.

He lowered his head and was looking at WeChat. The top line on the screen was a call with Shen Mizhi. After a while, he spit out a short reply without raising his head: "No, wait a minute, it may use different methods. return."

The way this ghost appears is very strange.Normally, it is impossible for it to affect the display screen as before, and at the same time have entities outside the door.

Xiao Li guessed that it has more functions waiting to be developed.

It's just that his short words made Pan Jiming's forehead ache.Seeing that Xiao Li obviously didn't intend to talk to him anymore, he sighed, he also grabbed his phone, and began to report to Ye Zeqing in real time what happened just now.

For Tan Li and other ghosts, the eyes in the crack of the door disappeared, and the MV returned to normal. The lamp ghost excitedly flashed three times in a row, making the whole box more in line with the atmosphere.

The soothing love song is over, and the next one is a fast-paced dance song by a famous rap singer. The MV will also be pulled in suddenly in the distant view to achieve the purpose of shaking, and the whole stage is full of movement.

Move every time, move every time.

Everything is good, just too noisy.

Xiu Ji couldn't bear to cover her face, and by the way, she also covered the stickman.

But the lamp ghost was having a great time playing at the side. Sometimes it flickered wildly, and sometimes it fit the rhythm quietly, as if it was intoxicated.

Tan Li was sitting in front of the karaoke machine, staring at the buttons on it without focus. Suddenly, with a flick of his hair, he tapped the button for switching "Original Singing" with a hair end.

The rap singer's "Hey hey yo yo" joined the accompaniment with his rough voice, stirring up the audience.

When Zhou Ying's two arms separated, closed, separated, and closed again and again, Xiao Li suddenly put down the mobile phone that he had been holding in his hand, and his gaze paused quietly for three seconds. Finally, he leaned decisively towards the sound system.

"What's the matter?" Pan Jiming was always paying attention to Xiao Li's movements, and when he saw him move, he immediately leaned over and asked nervously.

"There is a sound." Xiao Li said, seeing that Pan Jiming still didn't hear it, he made a "shh" gesture and explained, "Listen carefully."

Tan Li on the other side paused his movements, Zhou Ying also froze in the air, and the lamp ghost dimmed the brightness appropriately.

The surroundings fell silent for a moment.

This time Pan Jiming heard it, it was an echo-like effect, very slight, but as if the singer was standing right in front of him, there were echoes.

"I want to love you too, but you always love others. How can I feel sorry for you, hey..."

"Hey……"

"Hey……"

Listen carefully, behind the ending of the lyrics, there is a hoarse moan.

"Hey...ah...not...I...you want...to...what...ah!"

In the interlude of the song, there is an intermittent speaking voice, the voice is not pleasant, it is that kind of strange smoky voice, which is completely different from the original singer's male god voice.

"Hey, do you love me or not, love me or not, no, in this way, I—"

Pan Jiming felt that his eardrums were twitching, and he wanted to cover his ears immediately: "Master Moriarty, could this be a... song curse?"

Xiao Li also frowned slightly, and pondered for a moment: "...I think it's more like mental pollution."

When this weak voice appeared in the lyrics again, Xiao Li decisively pressed the "cut song" button, directly cut the song and replaced it with the next one.

The next song has already arrived at Xiu Ji's home court. It is "Peach Blossom Fan". The actors in dramatic makeup stood on the stage, gestured, and began to sing:

"Floating life is like a painting, dreams have no trace, and we will meet again when we look back."

The first two sentences were fine, arousing Xiu Ji's interest, but after the initial prelude, the weird echo appeared again:

"Shut up the infatuated grievances, close, I, want, continue, Danqing calm down, I, it turns out, the blood is warm, and when the eyes are gouged out, you can still see things..."

At the beginning, it was just some intermittent meaningless words and sentences, and later, it has been connected into an ethereal sentence.

This sentence reminded Pan Jiming of the blood-red eyes stuck in the crack of the door just now.

Xiao Li turned his head and asked him, "Have you ever died here?"

Pan Jiming quickly defended himself: "No, absolutely not. We are taboo in doing business. I will never invest in places where murders have occurred."

"Have any of your employees passed away?" Xiao Li changed direction.

Pan Jiming said in a panic, "That's not enough. The people who work here are all young people. The salary I pay is high enough. There is also a commission every night, and I also provide medical examinations every year."

Xiao Li looked back at the MV in front of him.

"For whom is the peach blossom red, red, red, my eyes are red, I can't go on stage, my heart hurts for you, it hurts, it hurts, my eyes hurt so much..."

The voice in the echo became more and more shrill, as if someone was gouging out his eyes for a live broadcast.

"Let's go, you, do you also like to sing, Beinan, then, let's sing together, okay? Go on, sing, listen..."

When Xiao Li heard this, he groped around in the sofa and pulled out an extra microphone along the wire of the microphone.

He turned on the switch of the microphone: "OK."

This "good" was amplified by the microphone and echoed in the box.

The extra voice in the song froze for a moment, and then continued to sing: "Tenderness is like water, you like it too, do you have red eyes, your heart has a clock—"

Before it finished singing, Xiao Li suddenly turned the microphone on and tilted it downwards, the wire was pulled crookedly, and the microphone made a harsh "Zizizizizi" sound.

It happened so suddenly that Pan Jiming's eardrums were almost punctured by the noise.

It's not just the sound, it's a kind of mental attack that makes goosebumps all over your body, comparable to the sound of scratching a blackboard with your fingernails, it makes people feel uncomfortable all over.

"Zizzizi-"

Xiao Li shook the microphone in his hand, and let it continue to make such noises.

After a while, he turned the mic upside down again, turned it off, and paused the noise.

The ghosts that existed in the KTV still persisted for some reason, and the karaoke machine automatically switched to a song: "What's wrong, you are tired, what about the happiness you promised, I, ok, want to, want a pair of new eyes, you give--"

"—Zizizizi."

Although the noise arrived late, it perfectly covered the sound in the stereo, and carried out mental pollution regardless of friend or foe.

KTV ghost: "I understand, don't talk about it, love fades..."

When Xiao Li turned the microphone upside down for the third time, and not only that, but also tried to tap the edge of the jukebox with the mouth of the microphone, the echo in the singing became louder: "It's terrible!"

"I heard it dead!"

"died……"

Pan Jiming: "..."

Xiao Li was very calm. He straightened the microphone in his hand and said to the microphone, "You know that too?"

KTV Ghost: ? ? ?

Are you really good at hitting back?