I Wasn't Born Lucky

Losing the noise pollution from the microphone, both the ghost parasitic in the KTV and Pan Jiming in the private room breathed a sigh of relief, he was finally able to let go of his hands blocking his ears.

Seeing that the ghost stored in the KTV fell silent, Xiao Li pressed the phone, glanced at the time on it, and asked into the microphone: "Do you want to continue singing?"

It was close to two o'clock in the morning, and although he wasn't sleepy, he was also a little tired.

The KTV ghost on the other side of the microphone lost his voice, and the strange, rhythmic echo disappeared, leaving only the original singer singing affectionately.

Xiao Li pressed the pause button: "I know you're here, why don't you come and talk?"

He agreed to Ye Zeqing's coming here. Apart from wanting to bring Tan Li and the others out to play and help others, part of the reason was because of his curiosity about KTV ghosts.

All the ghosts that Xiao Li has seen so far are basically brought out from the copy. Except for the black shadow of Mr. Ye before, he has not encountered any ghosts in reality.

And after going through the temptation just now, the ghost that suddenly appeared in the KTV was obviously sane, not just driven by instinct, which made Xiao Li quite interested in it.

Because of the appearance of this supernatural phenomenon, another piece of evidence was added to Xiao Li's previous speculation about reality.

The karaoke station suddenly cut the song automatically, and the title of the song appeared on the screen:

"No", singer: Chen Baiqiang.

Xiao Li: "..."

OK, it seems that the sanity is very high.

He turned a blind eye and continued to ask: "You appeared here last week, so where were you before that? Did you just appear, or...just formed?"

The karaoke station automatically cuts the song again, this time the song name:

"None of Your Business", singer: Wu Kangning.

After the KTV ghost decided to retreat through the crack of the door, he chose to curse remotely through the microphone. It probably thought that even if there were so many special guests in this box, they would not be able to crawl over to beat it along the invisible microphone line, so So arrogant.

It is worth mentioning that the last person who thought this way was called a ghost, and now the reincarnated people on the forum call her Meiyou.

Xiao Li looked at the screen in front of him: "Do you still remember how you died? When?"

He asked lightly, but the moment he said this, Pan Jiming's expression changed drastically, and he wished he could pounce on Moriarty and cover the mouth of Moriarty next to him.

Of course he knows this kind of taboo, it's the same as asking how the pen fairy died, writing to ask questions, reading as death.

Sure enough, the already icy air in the whole room dropped many degrees again, and the air conditioner that was blowing heat outside was immediately shut down.

The karaoke station automatically cuts the song:

"shutup (shut up)", singer: theblackeyedpeas.

Xiao Li: "..."

This ghost's music library is really weird and inclusive.

"Are you so angry, are you unwilling to answer, or don't you remember at all?" Xiao Li tried to guess, his tone was calm, as if facing a new friend he wanted to make, "Why don't you come out and chat? I know you have a body, just now You're spying on us."

He deliberately waited for a while, but there was no response.

I don't know if I was angry, or I had already given up on this box, but the KTV ghost didn't appear again, and the song continued to play proudly.

If this is a dungeon, then as long as you complete the main mission, you will most likely be able to print ghosts through the little yellow book at the end, but this is reality, and you can only find it by yourself...

Xiao Li pondered for a moment, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

There was no "beep" on the phone, almost as soon as the number was dialed out, there was already a "person" answering it, but there was no voice in the receiver, not even the sound of breathing.

Xiao Li greeted routinely: "Meiyou, long time no see."

Meiyou on the other end of the phone said slowly and hoarsely: "Sherlock, I don't seem to know you."

"..." Xiao Li was stunned for a moment, he hadn't really thought that the phone ghost would care about the fact that he lost his horse, he pondered for three seconds, trying to save the phone ghost, "In front of you, I can always be Mo Riati."

This time the silence was replaced by Meiyou: "..."

Seeing that she was silent, Xiao Li hurriedly said: "Do me a favor, find out where the KTV ghost that was still here just now went, or where is its body? It should be better for you to radiate through the line. communicate."

Meiyou: "."

Meiyou: "This is the last time to help you, I will block you immediately, and I will contact Drift Bottle if I need help in the future."

She hung up the phone directly.

Although the attitude is not good, Meiyou's work efficiency is first-class. Before Xiao Li waited for a few seconds, an address was sent to his mobile phone in the form of a text message. The mobile phone number is 44444444.

Is...here?

"No. 23, Zhongshan East Road." Xiao Li forwarded the address to Pan Jiming, and at the same time entered the address on the search page, wanting to find out where it is.

The search bar quickly popped up. It was the address of a bar, not far from here, and it only took a quarter of an hour to walk. For some reason, this bar has closed down.

Just when Xiao Li had already started packing the schoolbag and stuffing it in by the neck of the little black cat, Pan Jiming still couldn't recover from what happened just now——

Who was Moriarty on that call?Why did the voice on the phone sound like it was filled with countless resentments, even scarier than the echo in the KTV just now, just like a ghost?

Where are they going now? Isn't this ghost in his KTV?

Lao Pan looked at Xiao Li with a dazed expression, and Xiao Li stood in front of him with his schoolbag on his back: "It's in your KTV, but before that, it existed in that bar, so we have to go and have a look .”

Pan Jiming nodded, then stared at Xiao Li again.

Before he could speak, Xiao Li took a step forward and said, "Because your eyes can speak, I know what you want to ask."

Pan Jiming: "..."

Xiao Li: "Now, come with me, are you driving?"

It was so late, he was too lazy to move around, and the cat behind his shoulders seemed to have gained a little weight again.

The boy moved the schoolbag up, and there was a cat meow in the schoolbag, and the little black cat inside was obedient and did not move.

Tan Li had already put down the microphone, turned into a puppet and slipped into his pocket again, as did Zhou Ying, Xiu Ji and other ghosts. The box that had been overcrowded suddenly returned to being empty with only two people left.

Pan Jiming nodded again. He took out a bunch of keys from behind his buttocks, and led Xiao Li out of the KTV to the underground parking lot at the back. He opened the driver's seat and sat on it.

He didn't enter the address in the navigation, but started the car directly.

At this time, there were no people on the street, only the lights of the 24-hour convenience store were on. The night wind brought up fallen leaves, and Pan Jiming rolled up the car window.

Xiao Li did not sit in the co-pilot, but chose to sit in the back row: "Do you know where?"

"I've been there before," Pan Jiming was blown by the night wind when he came out just now, and Pan Jiming has already accepted everything that happened before with his mentality acquired from years of experience in the business field, "I basically know all the businessmen in this area." , the behind-the-scenes owner of the bar is a foreigner, he came to invest by himself, it is just an ordinary bar, I have chatted with him a few times, but I am not familiar with him.”

Xiao Li is searching the Internet for what happened in this bar: "Has anything happened?"

Pan Jiming thought about it carefully: "I didn't pay attention to this."

"Then why is it closed?"

"There are many possible reasons. Maybe it's poor cash flow, maybe it's going back to my hometown to get married, maybe it's going abroad for business."

"—Maybe someone is dead." In Pan Jiming's rearview mirror, Xiao Li raised his head halfway, and the light from his mobile phone illuminated most of the boy's face, he added coolly.

Pan Jiming's driving hand shook inexplicably, the steering wheel tilted, and he straightened it back in time: "This, this..."

It's fucking possible.

Perhaps, it is definitely a possibility in this regard.

Xiao Li leaned back and read out the information he had just found: "It is reported that the night before yesterday, a murder case occurred at the Qingye Bar, and the Zhongshan East Road Branch quickly rushed to the front court after receiving the report. The bar has been banned at present. .”

Pan Jiming: "This murder is that ghost?"

"Probably," Xiao Li habitually gave an ambiguous answer, and he scrolled through the comments on the news, "There was an onlooker in the comments who claimed to have witnessed everything in the bar at that time."

"According to him, the person who had an accident in the Qingye bar was a resident singer, a man, in his thirties, unemployed, who came to sing every day, his voice was not good, but Sheng was full of emotion when he sang, and his popularity was not high. "

"That night, he was drinking and listening to music with his friends, but he didn't know what was going on. There was a commotion in the private room of the bar, and the crowd in front were screaming desperately. He only found out after asking a few people who were a little more sober. He said that something happened to the resident singer when he was taking off his make-up. After pouring out the lotion, he insisted that his eyes were itchy and rubbing was not enough. On the spot."

"At that time, the whole bar was evacuated and blocked, and many people were taken to make notes."

And there was no follow-up. This incident did not cause much discussion, so there was only this one related news on the Internet. After that, the owner of the bar closed the bar and left the city.

Xiao Li focused on this news, not last week, or even last month, but... a year ago.

A resident singer who had been dead for a year turned into a ghost and appeared in the nearby KTV last week.

Things are getting more interesting.

Xiao Li looked at the front car window, half of the signboard of Qingye Bar had been torn down, half stuck on the roof, like some kind of weather vane in the cold wind.