I Wasn't Born Lucky

This feeling of insomnia because of being alone is actually very subtle to Xiao Li.

He is the kind of person with a strong sense of territory, who likes to guard his own square inch, not letting outsiders in, and not going out himself, but now he has the illusion of being gradually invaded by the mirage.

Xiao Li closed his eyes, and the image that appeared in front of his eyes was Shen Mizhi standing at the door of his house waiting for him when he returned from the death laboratory.

This picture merged with the appearance when he met him downstairs just now, making it impossible for Xiao Li to fall asleep peacefully.

The feeling of being cherished is indeed very warm. He has not experienced this kind of experience for a long time, but he still cannot easily agree to a relationship.

Every relationship will end one day, in order to avoid the end, so Xiao Li does not like any beginning.

Unless... something can last forever.

Xiao Li tried for another 5 minutes, finally gave up on this idea, got up from the bed, and prepared to find something to do.

In the living room, a pitch-black microphone happened to be stuck in the soft cushion of the sofa. From time to time, a blood-red eye popped out of the tube, turning to look around.

Xiao Li borrowed Pan Jiming's nail clippers to cut the wire under the microphone, leaving only a thread.

Fu Zige has been stuck in the sofa for a long time, and he can completely control the microphone to find a comfortable area, but the posture of only exposing the microphone makes him feel safe.

This ghost from reality looked at the ancient paintings hanging on the wall with fear, and then looked at the dolls hanging in the vase, and turned its eyes in time before Tan Li looked over, pretending to be nonchalant.

Xiao Li came out of the bedroom. He couldn't find Fu Zige for a while. After searching for a while, he picked up the cushion and dug out the microphone that was stuck inside.

"Fu Zige," Xiao Li thought for a moment before opening his mouth, and he still called him that way. He pressed his temple, "Do you remember how you became like this?"

The microphone placed on the coffee table closed its eyes, probably out of love for its profession, it did not answer the question directly, but remained stubborn——

Xiao Li watched helplessly as the TV series in front of her was suddenly opened, and what played inside was not a TV series, but a MV:

"Forget", singer: Rainie Yang.

Xiao Li: "..."

Before the singer opened his voice, the little black cat had already jumped over, slapped its paw on the remote control, turned off the TV, and roared demonstratively: "Meow."

The little yellow book resting peacefully on the table translated in real time: [New here, don't put strange things at home! 】

The KTV ghost immediately froze. It closed its eyes and opened its mouth honestly. The voice coming from the head of the microphone was a man's smoky voice: "Forgot."

Without the cover of the melody, the sound made one wonder that it would cough violently in the next second.

Xiao Li: "What do you remember?"

Fu Zige was honest: "It's itchy, it hurts, it's very comfortable, I don't feel it, and then... the chaotic period of consciousness, I want to kill someone."

"But you didn't kill those customers." Xiao Li recalled Pan Jiming's words, those customers who found the KTV ghosts were not dead, otherwise his KTV might not only be temporarily closed.

Although Fu Zige's eyes were full of malice at that time, he didn't really make a move.

Fu Zige: "At first, I really wanted to, but I was afraid of offending the kind of professional ghost hunters. Later, I wanted to see them cry, make them frightened, and see them lose control of their legs due to fright."

"So between your death and becoming a ghost, you were unconscious?"

"I do not remember."

No matter how Xiao Li asked next, it repeated this sentence blankly.

Xiao Li no longer pursued this point, he changed the direction: "What is the symbol you drew on the mirror?"

"I saw it at the graffiti corner," Fu Zige said. It spoke faster and faster, and at the end it became painful. If it was a person, it should cry, "I don't remember the others, I don't know .”

There is nothing left to ask. The thing is obvious. After Fu Zige went to the graffiti corner, his eyes began to itch. Some force instigated him to dig out his own eyes and died on the spot. A year later, due to Some mutations turned into ghosts.

Since this is reality, it may not be blessed by the dungeon rules. Fu Zige is much weaker than the dungeon ghosts.

Xiao Li sorted out the ins and outs of the incident in his mind, picked up the microphone, and put it back in, thoughtfully leaving a gap in it for easy observation.

At this moment, Fu Zige suddenly turned his eyes to Xiao Li: "Moriarty, can I ask a question?"

It heard Pan Jiming call Xiao Li that, so it called him that too.

Xiao Li: "Tell me."

"These existences similar to me..." The microphone lowered its voice guiltily, and asked in a low voice, "How did you find it?"

Are all as convinced as it is?

But look at the ferocious eyes of that puppet, the ferocious look of that vicious cat, the stern chin of that painting spirit, and the light bulb full of evil light, they are not so weak and harmless at all.

Xiao Li: "I met in another world, and you will go too."

The weak and harmless KTV ghost stammered and asked: "I...I will go too? Why, how? In that world, all the ghosts of your kind are like your ghosts?"

... so cowardly.

It was the first time Xiao Li saw such a cowardly ghost.

"You'll know when the time comes." Xiao Li coaxed it perfunctorily, and manually turned off its microphone button, "Okay, you can rest for a while."

Fu Zige: "Wait, there is another question."

Xiao Li gestured for it to ask with his eyes.

Fu Zige: "The man you just met downstairs—"

who is it?Feeling power is completely different from other ghosts.

It didn't answer the whole question, but was interrupted by the sudden vibration of Xiao Huangben.

The little yellow book floated in front of Xiao Li automatically without wind, the pages of the book flipped, and finally stopped on the middle page.

At the same time, a flimsy piece of paper floated from the air, Xiao Li stretched out his hand, and it happened to fall into his hand.

It was a foreign bank remittance slip, the amount was crossed out with a line of ballpoint pen marks, and a sentence was written in beautiful typography in the column of remarks:

[Mr. Writer, please, be my exclusive report. 】

Thirty seconds after Xiao Li saw the handwriting clearly, a familiar sense of rotation came over him. He saw the microphone in front of him, the puppets, etc. all returned to the little yellow book, and the next moment, he entered the copy again.

Before disappearing, Xiao Li had only one thought in his mind:

...he hasn't slept yet!

This time, the dungeon world is surrounded by continuous snow-capped mountains. Xiao Li saw the inside of a certain helicopter, and there was a snow-covered area in front of him.

The helicopter seemed to have encountered some difficulty, shaking up and down violently, the door was wide open, and a violent gust of wind blew in.

The helicopter pilot was yelling something hoarsely in French, waving his arms desperately towards the door, and then he took the lead and jumped down with a parachute on his back.

Then the vision shifted to the whole of the snow mountain, which was one after another vast mountain peaks, as if piercing into the sky, the sculpture made of ice and snow was like a gift from the gods, and the majestic snow mountain under the sky seemed to be made of overwhelming ice velvet flowers.

After this vision, there was a wave of shaking, and then Xiao Li stood firmly on the ground.

The nearby area seems to be at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. Although it is also very cold, it is not covered by ice and snow, which is still acceptable.

The little yellow book in front of him showed: [Remaining safety time: 10 minutes. 】

[Inheritance from generation to generation, adventure after adventure, what is hidden in the darkness just around the corner?This is Atlantis, and here is the city of Sidilan. The people outside want to go in, but the people inside...do they not want to go out, or can they not go out?Be careful, someone is peeping here, and peeping at you together—wait a minute, maybe I should correct what I just said, because...the ones peeping here are not human beings. 】

[This task: die, or... Go in, peep, dig, escape, until you find out the hidden way of survival. 】

[Tips: This task is a special task, please choose carefully. 】

[Restrictions on this mission: You are not allowed to leave the scope of Stella's Lost Town. If you take a step, you will be treated as a violation of the mission. Believe me, the consequences of violation are more terrible than death. 】

[Small suggestion: Before the safety time expires, you need to enter Sidilan Misty Town, otherwise you will be obliterated. 】

Xiao Li looked forward, the road ahead was shrouded in hazy mist, and he couldn't see clearly, only the road under his feet spread to the front, and he didn't know if the so-called Stilan Misty Town was at the end of this small road .

Xiao Li, who had been up almost all night, had a tired look on his face. He put away the little yellow book, looked down, and found that when he came to this dungeon world, the nightgown he was wearing had been replaced with a medieval one. Black cloak.

The long cloak wrapped him up, so he couldn't see anything, but there was an inexplicable sense of mystery like a nobleman in the middle ages.The hair on the young man's forehead drooped slightly, and under the faint light, a pair of pure black eyes were deeper than the night, and a faint tiredness was revealed between the delicate eyebrows.

Xiao Li raised his eyebrows, covered his mouth with his hand and yawned, observing his companion this time.

There are seven people in total, two of them are known to him, but they are not Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing. Xiao Li guessed it might be because it was a special copy.

And one of the two reincarnations he knew was Shen Mizhi, the chief culprit of his insomnia. The young man stood beside him, lowered his eyes and smiled at him.

He is clearly wearing an ordinary black suit, which looks high-end on him. The handsome young man has no expression on his face, but there is an indescribable attraction in his indifference. Matching the background, it seems to be hidden in the The ancient blood race among humans.

Besides Shen Mizhi, another person he knew was also standing not far away from him, that person was wearing a purple suit and tie of the same color, he looked a bit like a clown, obviously a very frivolous color, but his The aura can suppress it, making people feel calm.

This reincarnation who looks very different from ordinary people is none other than Wang Huai whom he met on the supernatural train before.

I vaguely remember that he seemed to be very powerful.

I don't want to move my mind, so I'll leave it to him before I can sleep.

After going through the turbulence of his vision, Xiao Li felt drowsy, he forced himself to raise his eyes, and greeted Wang Huai in the distance: "Old Wang, we meet again."

Wang Huai, who was observing the lineup from a distance: "..."

He didn't want to admit that he called himself himself.