I Wasn't Born Lucky

Qingye Bar is a retro-style building. It does not go in the direction of tallness like ordinary bars. Instead, it is deliberately decorated into a retro building. There is a large floor-to-ceiling glass skylight on the outside of the second floor. It is enough for one person to get in. There are matcha green stickers on the glass, and the glass is painted with red and yellow pigments, drawing a picture of the Virgin Mary with Child.

The door was tightly closed with a seal, and an old-fashioned lock was hung on it.

The whole building exudes a smell of disrepair, and the creeper vines are layered and wrapped around the brick wall on the left.

Pan Jiming parked the car on the side of the road and walked up the steps with Xiao Li.

Needless to say, the puppet's hair quietly extended from the pocket and penetrated into the lock. At the same time, Xiao Li carefully peeled off the seal from the upper right corner, and pushed the door open at an angle that would not damage the seal. Drilled in.

Pan Jiming instinctively stood outside the door and hesitated for a moment. The Moriarty in front of him behaved differently than ordinary people, which made him jealous, but when he was struggling, he glanced up.

The leaves of the ivy almost blocked all the light, and they were densely packed, but they avoided the stained glass on the skylight, surrounding it like stars and the moon.

And behind the old stained glass, behind the head of the Virgin Mary, Pan Jiming faintly saw a pair of blood-red eyes, which were exactly the same as the eyes in the door crack of the KTV box just now.

He immediately made a decision, held his stomach, imitated Xiao Li's posture just now, got in together, and caught up with Xiao Li.

The moon above the head was very round, hanging unusually brightly above the sky of the city. The bright moonlight cast a halo of light along the wide-open bar door, forming a clear boundary between light and darkness.

No one has been in the bar for a long time. It can be seen that it has been sealed since the murder, and the inside is still the same as before.

The tables, chairs and benches that fell down randomly, the broken wine glasses by the bar counter, the blackened slime on the floor, and the wine bottles squeezed down by the crowd when they panicked, everything was frozen in that time and space.

On the side of the bar, there is a small step. Above the step is a miniature stage. The red velvet background has been stained with a lot of dust, and there is a microphone and speaker in front.

Pan Jiming tried to press the switch, but the chandelier above his head did not respond. It is expected that the power here has been cut off long ago.

The lamp ghost originally wanted to take advantage of the recovery time to salt fish for a while, but the puppet curled its hair and pulled it out of Xiao Li's pocket and threw it against the wall.

The light bulb that had recovered its rounded arc lazily flicked in the air, and directly jumped onto the chandelier with this force, illuminating the surroundings.

Xiao Li crossed the bar and walked to the private room mentioned in the report.

In the deeper places, the messy footprints became more obvious. Inside were private rooms, some with open doors, and some with closed doors.

Pan Jiming couldn't help but said, "Master Moriarty, is that ghost really here?"

Xiao Li still trusts Meiyou's ability, and the whisper of the ghost also mentioned "bleeding eyes" when singing, so he gave an affirmative answer.

Pan Jiming wanted to ask something else, but when he opened his mouth to speak out, Xiao Li noticed something strange on the wall.

It was a dark brown liquid, it was stained on the wall at some time, it looked more like dust under the dim light, but in Xiao Li's eyes, it was a bloodstain.

He quickened his pace and walked inside along the bloodstains.

The further you go inside, the darker the light is. Even though the lamp ghost is swaying all the way to follow the top of the head, the two still can't see clearly the distance ahead of more than one meter. At the same time, the feeling of something covering the light is getting stronger and stronger. .

Xiao Li could feel the sense of peeping behind him, the KTV ghost should be hiding somewhere and rolling its eyes to observe them.

There were sporadic bloodstains on the wall at first, and then there were bloodstains one after another, and it turned into half a bloody handprint in front of one of the closed doors.

Yes, half.

It was a bloody mark that could only be left by holding the corner of the wall.

Xiao Li tried to simulate the scene at that time in his mind. The resident singer had his eyes gouged out because of something, covered his eyes with one hand, and supported the wall with the other hand because of unsteady standing. superior……

"Under what circumstances would a person goug out his own eyes... mental illness, hallucinations?" Xiao Li said to himself.

In order to divert his attention, Pan Jiming tried to answer Xiao Li: "Too much pressure? As a resident singer, I am not popular, and the housing prices in this city are the most expensive in the country. It may be the gap between reality and dreams. "

"It's not like this alone." Xiao Li touched his right eye, "It's really because of lack of money. Cutting the wrist is much faster than digging out the eyes, and it's easier to think about."

The eye is the most vulnerable part of the human body, and few people would think of punishing themselves by "gouging out their eyes", unless it is...

Something was in his eyes.

While thinking, Xiao Li stretched out his hand to pull the doorknob of that door. Before his fingers touched the doorknob, countless bloody hands suddenly slapped the door panel, leaving one handprint after another on it, and the air was filled with thick blood. taste.

Like a warning.

Pan Jiming immediately hid a distance back in fear: "I don't think it's better not to go in? Judging by the reaction, it must be very dangerous inside..."

More importantly, he is just an ordinary businessman!Why did you follow me then?What is the magic of this Moriarty?

Xiao Li didn't quite agree: "When a ferocious beast has nowhere to go, and encounters enemies who want to enter its lair, what will it do?"

"Eh..." Pan Jiming stammered, "It should be impossible to catch him without a fight, that would be roaring...?"

The beast's claws can't be used, but it still has a throat.

"Yes, if this ghost has something to do, then it will be used in your KTV. You don't have to wait until I come here to start." Xiao Li said, "Although it is also possible that other ghosts are causing trouble, the possibility Not much, the biggest possibility is that it scares me."

He pushed open the door directly, and inside was a small private room for resident singers to rest and change clothes. It could barely be called the backstage. There were rows of mirrors, and various makeup removers and makeup were placed in a mess on the table in front of the mirrors. Supplies have already expired.

What sets this room apart, however, is the lettering on the mirror.

Every mirror is covered with scribbled words, at first lipstick, later turned into living blood:

[Itch, itch, itch. 】

[Why are the eyes so itchy?How can I stop the itching in my eyes? 】

[I can sing, don’t be like this, it’s okay to have red eyes, I can wear colored contact lenses to cover them up, I can go on stage, let me go on stage, I love to sing. 】

[Why don't you let me take the stage?Just because of this eye?Damn, I'm going to the hospital. 】

[I'm not conjunctivitis, nor trachoma, I can't find out the cause, and the eye drops are useless, it's so itchy, so uncomfortable. 】

[The doctor asked me exactly when it started, I don’t know, but thinking about it, it seems to be that day... I went to the graffiti corner in the park that day, and my eyes started to hurt after I came back. 】

[I went there again, the graffiti has been replaced, there is nothing special, damn it, is it infected with some kind of germ? 】

[What is an ultimatum?Isn't it just one eye, because of this you don't want me to continue singing?I knew that this bald man was deliberately embarrassing me! 】

[No, I can't give up, I must sing, I still have a few original songs that I haven't sung!I don't want to do other work, I just want to sing. 】

【...I have it, dig it out, isn't it all right? 】

【In this way, it won't itch anymore. 】

【dig it out! 】

【It's comfortable, it's finally not itchy, but it hurts...】

Behind the last sentence is an extremely simple and small pattern, with two triangles on it, and the two sides on the right are connected by four lines. It is a pattern that Xiao Li has never seen before.

In this room, Xiao Li didn't see the shadow of the KTV ghost, but he knew it must be there.

Xiao Li caressed the writing on the mirrors with his hand: "I know you are here, I have no malice towards you, on the contrary, I want to help you."

In the dungeon world, the first thing these ghosts think about is how to kill people. The killing intent controls their minds, and only a small number of them have sanity. I don't know if it is the same in reality, so Xiao Li decided to try.

Xiao Li said, "I want to hear your story."

No one answered.

Xiao Li is actually not very good at talking, he is more used to speaking with actions, but now, he can only try it reluctantly: "Or don't plan to talk to me?"

Pan Jiming couldn't stand it anymore, he interjected: "You are also sane, don't you want to go on like this for the rest of your life? We won't do anything to you, you probably want to speak out too?"

There was another long period of silence, and when Xiao Li wanted to leave, a voice finally rang out: "...I have nothing to say about my business."

Xiao Li: "You gouged out your own eyes, why?"

He added: "Don't talk about itching."

The KTV ghost stopped talking.

Xiao Li stood up straight, and finally, he backed out, closed the door, and walked straight back to the bar hall, then moved two chairs among the messy tables and chairs, and placed them squarely in the front Facing the stage, he sat on it.

In the bar with only ghost lights, he said to the empty stage: "Fu Zige."

Fu Zige, this is the name of the resident singer in that news report.

The boy's voice was cold, without any sympathy or regret, it was more like telling a fact: "Today I will be your audience, I want to hear you sing."

"Eyes are not important." Xiao Li narrowed his eyes, "A writer's pen, a dancer's legs, a singer's voice, the most important thing to you is your voice."

"I don't look at you, I just listen to you singing, as long as you want to sing, you can keep singing."

Due to the closure of the bar hall, his voice echoed a little, followed by silence.

I don't know how long it took, so long that Xiao Li thought it had disappeared. Pan Jiming wanted to persuade Xiao Li to leave first, but the singing suddenly and slowly came out.

The ghost did not appear on stage, only the voice appeared.

At the beginning, it was just humming softly like a whisper, without accompaniment, but later, the voice gradually increased, and the microphone on the stage was held by Void.

It was a hoarse, not so mainstream, but very distinctive male voice, humming an original song softly: "You asked me if I wanted to continue, I said..."

Lantern ghosts disguised as chandeliers flicker and accompaniment to the melody.

Xiao Li rested his chin on one hand, lowered his eyes, and did not look at the stage. His fingers followed the melody and patted the armrest of the chair. At this time, Pan Jiming, who was still standing, seemed a little out of place——

He couldn't understand why he had invited Moriarty to catch ghosts, but now he was listening to this ghost singing in this long-closed bar?

And damn it, after listening to it with a sinking heart, this vicissitudes of life song actually resonates with him a little bit? !

With question marks all over his face, Pan Jiming gave up on himself and sat beside Xiao Li.

"Even if you say no to me, even if the burdens of life weigh me down, I will..."

After the ghost sang a song, Xiao Li began to applaud, and added a cake to the other party: "It sounds good, the sound of nature, it will definitely be on the song rankings outside."

After a brief applause, in the silent hall, the ghost seemed to be waiting for another person's evaluation.

Pan Jiming looked at him, thought about the singing just now, chose to follow Moriarty and gave up the treatment, and said quickly and wisely: "...Yes, another song!!"

In order to stir up the atmosphere, he even blew a whistle.