I Wasn't Born Lucky

The daze in Shen Mizhi's expression was fleeting, he lowered his eyes slightly, and then smiled as if nothing happened: "What happened to me last night?"

Xiao Li didn't feel that something was wrong when he said the words, but when he looked at the eyes of Wen Wenwen and others, he was taken aback for a moment, and he quickly reacted.He turned around and said without changing his expression, "It's nothing."

Shen Mizhi's mood became better in an instant, he moved closer, looked at Xiao Li at a distance that seemed ambiguous but not too much, and asked in a low voice: "Could it be that you dreamed of me? "

"Didn't you hear what I said before?" Xiao Li felt a little uncomfortable at the distance, and turned his head slightly, "I didn't sleep, let alone dream."

Shen Mi raised her eyebrows slightly, but she refused to stop there: "Then what did I do to make you unable to sleep?"

He spoke in a low voice, especially the last few words, which almost seemed to be whispered in the ear.

Xiao Li: "..."

He had nothing to say for a while, he couldn't say that he wanted to lose sleep?This sounds more ambiguous than before.

Xiao Li sighed, and covered his face with his hands: "...I'm going to sleep, you can do whatever you want."

He turned around and fled the scene. Behind him, Shen Mizhi raised his lips happily and followed without hesitation.

The rest of Wen Wenwen's facial features were wrinkled together, and he looked at the place for a long time. He felt like a single dog exuding fragrance, watching a couple of big brothers show their affection, but...

This is really the wrong place at the wrong time!

He wailed in his heart with great sadness, and turned his head to ask Wang Huai: "Old Wang, what should I say, follow or separate? I'll listen to you."

"Follow, how do you want to sleep with him?" Wang Huai looked at him and sneered.

It is not uncommon to sleep together in the dungeon world. In some particularly dangerous haunted places, for safety reasons, many reincarnations will sleep together and sleep with their clothes on, so that they can escape easily. .

Wen Wenwen coughed: "Then we should continue to investigate? Will it be a little dangerous?"

He is known for his prudence in his behavior, and he will never do anything with a high risk factor.

Sherlock's deeds on the forum are well-known, and it is obviously unwise to break away from such big bosses.

On the contrary, Kexia smiled and said in English slowly: "Since Sherlock wants us to act separately, let's act separately. The first period of time is a good opportunity to find news."

"Divide into two routes, one is to check the specific scope of the town, and the other is to pretend to be a tourist to inquire about the little boy in the opening CG." Wang Huai lowered his head and stroked his skull ring, absently said, "You can form a team freely. "

"I want to check the specific scope, how about you?" Wen Wenwen asked.

Wang Huai: "I'll go and see the hotel Sherlock chose, and I will reserve a room for each of you who come back. First come, first served."

Wen Wenwen: "..."

If he didn't know Wang Huai's character, he would definitely think he was paddling on purpose.

Because of this, instead of trying to persuade the other party to join the team looking for information, he waved his hand: "Okay, then let's go."

It is not surprising that Sherlock behaves like this, and as a big boss, Wang Huai actually has a certain degree of privilege.

The rest of the reincarnated people looked at each other in blank dismay, but did not protest. He Tian and Jin Handong chose to search for the little boy, while the others went to investigate the scope of the town.

This small town seems to be shrouded in a fog that will never disappear. The dust in the air exceeds the standard, and it is a vast expanse of whiteness. If you look around, you have to walk within one meter to see the passers-by and businesses on the street clearly.

Wen Wenwen noticed that the passers-by here looked at them with strange expressions. Every time a passer-by passed by, their eyes would stay on the faces of the reincarnated people for a long time.

Outsiders should not come here very often, and it is not a tourist attraction.

Thinking this way, he silently defined this small town in his heart.

There are not many merchants along the way, only some basic food stores, clothing stores, pharmacies, etc. are open. Wen Wenwen searched a lot, and finally found a grocery store, exchanged a look with Bruce and others, Go in and talk to the owner.

Because it looks very westernized here, Bruce greeted in English: "Hello, we are first-time tourists here."

The owner is an old man with white hair, many wrinkles on his face, and a pair of reading glasses.

When everyone came in, he was staring at the coil of hemp rope in his hand, and the table in front of him was full of incense and essential oils.

After listening to Bruce's words, the owner slowly took off his reading glasses, raised his eyelids and looked at everyone lazily: "No."

A simple sentence made all the muscles of Bruce's body tense up, and Wen Wenwen had half a foot to the door of the store, ready to run out at any time.

"Don't be so nervous," the old shopkeeper said again slowly, "I just guessed, where would anyone come here for tourism? Young man, this place is not a good place."

The old man seemed quite friendly, and Kesia approached a little closer, trying to get more words out of his mouth: "Grandpa, we are indeed not here to travel, we are here to collect materials, for the novel .You know, sometimes I just have to experience it to get my inspiration.”

"Can you tell us some secrets of this town?" She was beautiful, her green eyes were like pure gems, she smiled slightly, like a charming angel, "We can pay some price, you want If you want money, we will get it, and we will get other treasures, and we will not tell others."

The old shopkeeper just looked at her indifferently, and shook his head amusedly: "No need, because..."

He put on his reading glasses again, stared intently at the hemp rope in his hand, his voice suddenly became low, and he completed the whole sentence: "You can't get out."

Kexia's smile froze at the corners of her lips instantly, but she simply had a strong psychological quality, and asked, "What do you mean by that? Isn't it possible to go out just by going out?"

The old shopkeeper shook his head, wrapped the hemp rope in his hands, and refused to continue the conversation: "You will know soon."

During the conversation, Wen Wenwen silently observed the whole store for a while, and found that there were many things sold in it, including all kinds of knives, hemp rope, incense, etc., but he couldn't find himself on the shelf after searching around. After thinking for a while, he interrupted and asked, "Shopkeeper, do you sell maps here?"

The old shopkeeper listened to his question, but didn't even raise his head: "There is no map, people here don't need a map, and you... don't need a map either."

Everyone glanced at each other, as if they read something from this sentence.

What do you mean you don't need a map?

Is it because once you get in, you can't get out for the rest of your life?

The reincarnators present all thought of the task restrictions: before finding a way out, as long as they leave here, they will be obliterated.

It sounds like this restriction has something to do with the town's secrets...

Now that the owner has already said this, there is nothing to talk about, and the rest of the people walked out of the grocery store.

Kesia went outside, spread out her task book, and used one of the blank pages as a blank sheet of paper to write down the names of the shops along the road.

On the other side, Xiao Li did not find the hotel.

He walked two streets and found a few passers-by, some of them ran away without stopping to listen to him for a moment, while the only one left shook his head at him and kept saying "no, no, no", and then Also fled in a hurry.

Xiao Li is now at the empty street corner, looking up at the foggy sky, a vague doubt arises in his heart:

Maybe...the town doesn't have a hotel at all.

The hotel is aimed at outsiders, and judging from the reactions of these local residents, there are very few outsiders here.

This is an isolated town.

If his idea is true, then the only way to avoid sleeping on the streets is to rent a house.

As long as there is a person, there will always be birth, old age, sickness and death, and there will always be vacant houses.

The only problem, then, is money.

Reincarnators would basically buy an item in the mall that could be converted into a certain dungeon world money, but Xiao Li had never bought one. He hardly used the item, and saved a large amount of money in the little yellow book.

He fumbled and took out the little yellow book, opened the mall, and browsed for the props he wanted inside, but a hand behind him took the little yellow book from his hand.

The young man glanced at the little yellow book in his hand, and there were some subtle expressions in his eyes, which were quickly suppressed.

Shen Mizhi said: "I just bought it."

Xiao Li:?

so fast?

Shen Mizhi: "The house."

"I don't know what you like. I picked one. If you don't like it, you can change it."

Xiao Li: "...as long as it can accommodate people."

He doesn't pick.

Shen Mizhi’s house is not far away. According to him, he spent a large sum of money and food to find a shop. The boss was moved by the huge sum of money and supplies, and found it for him quite quickly. A vacant villa.

It was a small bungalow, it looked pretty from the outside, it was painted with white paint, it should not be too old.It is as high as two floors, and there is a small garden outside, with flowers, but these flowers are all dead in the mist.

Inside the bungalow, all facilities are available.

When talking about the history of this house, the boss was a little vague. He said that my aunt fell ill not long ago and died in the church.

This kind of house is shared by reincarnators, so Xiao Li didn't refuse anything, just nodded and agreed directly. He chose a room at random, and when he walked in, he wanted to lie down and catch up on sleep.

But before he caught up on sleep, Shen Mizhi walked over a few steps first, holding the door of his room with one hand, preventing him from closing it.

The young man lowered his brows slightly, under the faint light, his amber eyes had a gentle look, and he asked, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

"Since you can't sleep because of me," he slightly raised the corners of his lips, obviously happy in his heart, but his tone was as serious as possible, "then I should take responsibility and sleep with you again."