I Wasn't Born Lucky

Zhou Yin's search for spheres has expanded to the upper floor of his own floor.

Because right now he really couldn't figure out the exact size of the spherical object, so he could only use the most stupid method. Not only did he search very carefully, but he also had to pull the sheets in every room to look under the bed.It's just that he is used to being pampered and pampered on weekdays, and now he just looked at a few rooms, feeling a little impatient in his heart, and his actions became a little perfunctory.

Except for the black-haired boy he met before, Zhou Yin didn't see anyone else.

He walked out of the room again, looked around, and finally couldn't help asking his companions: "You said...what's going on here?"

Zhou Yin originally wanted to leave an image of decisiveness to the audience. After all, according to the survey, the current audience loves this type of male lead the most. Leaving such an impression will help his popularity rise, so he insisted on his own conjecture is correct.

but……

Will there really be a show crew who will gather here without giving any other clues, and search for this sphere like a needle in a haystack?

At this moment, Zhou Yin couldn't help feeling a little doubtful in his heart.

"This place is so real, I think it should look like a real prison." His companion walked ahead of him and looked around. They are players who debuted in the same draft. Although their friendship is not that deep, they still have a good relationship with each other. It is familiar, "Look for clues again, if there are no clues, then take a break."

"Okay." Zhou Yin listened to his words, nodded, and answered.

The room they entered this time was obviously different. He had just opened the door and hadn't fully walked in. First, he smelled a bloody smell that rushed into his nose, mixed with an indescribable stench, and he was almost drunk together. To spit it out.

"What's this smell?" The companion's face turned blue, and he took two steps back again and again, with a ferocious face.

Zhou Yin was also nauseated for a while. He needed to restrain himself so that his face and expression would not be distorted. After a while, he forced a dry smile and said, "This taste is also true. It's really real."

It tastes completely different from the blood plasma he usually uses for acting.

The atmosphere here is like a large murder scene.

He had never seen such a battle before. Looking at this scene, he didn't want to go in at all, but now it would be ugly to retreat. He stood still for a long time, looking at the people around him who were retreating. , In the end, he had to hold his nose and walk into this room, trying to hypnotize himself to use his mouth to breathe.

The same is true for the companion, seeing him striding over the obvious places such as the sink and washbasin, and explaining his behavior: "If it really exists, it will be in these directions, we only need to check here. "

He scanned the washbasin and found that there were bloody handprints on the faucet, including in front of the mirror, and there was also blood foam sprayed on it, just like the prisoner who lived here kept changing his expression in front of the mirror late at night, Tell your own energy to leave such evenly distributed spray marks, layer after layer.

I don't know why, but thinking of this, his heart trembled.

Zhou Yin was completely distracted by the scene, and didn't pay attention to what was wrong with his companion. He held his breath, lay down neatly, and then tore off the messy bed sheet, ready to poke his head and look under the bed.

But he just leaned down, before he had time to take a closer look, suddenly "Ah—" he exclaimed love, the whole person didn't care about getting dirty, he rolled back and hit his head on the cabinet behind His feet hurt so much that he didn't care about managing his expression, and pointed at the bottom of the bed with a grin.

"What are you doing?" The companion was already nervous, but now he was startled by his sudden sound. He immediately gave up studying the mirror, came to Zhou Yin's side to help him up, and followed his line of sight.

Zhou Yin looked at him in horror, breathed a sigh of relief, and stammered: "Here, there are people down here!"

"people?"

The companion looked at him suspiciously, then rushed down to look again.At the first glance, he didn't see anything, only the darkness, until he bent down slightly, he could barely see what was under the bed.

It did seem to be a person.

Use "seems" to describe it, because this person is curled up in the deepest part of the bed, her body is covered with sticky black mud, and she covers her eyes with one hand, and her eyes can be seen bleeding out from between her fingers.

It wasn't until she moved that Zhou Yin and the others realized that it wasn't black mud, but hair, which was wrapped round and round around her body.

That person was ignorant of the outside world at first, but now he heard two people chattering in front of her, and then he reacted a little, slowly raised his head, stuck his head out stiffly, and said vaguely: "It's you guys!" ... all die, all die!"

She has a weird voice, and her words and deeds seem to have become a ghost.

"Oh, no, no, the only thing that can survive is eye pain, and I can get over it. But why did I see her? Didn't she commit suicide, because I..." She mumbled, like a A spider with twisted limbs crawled out from under the bed.

"Lian, Lian Susu?" After finally seeing her face clearly from the pool of blood, Zhou Yin yelled in a daze.

Lian Susu ignored him. She climbed up to the mirror, supported the sink with her hands, looked up at the mirror, and when she spoke, blood sprayed onto the mirror: "I didn't hurt you, can you hear me? I see Here you are, you are standing on my bed, there is a lot of blood, you are looking at me..."

Looking at the empty bed, Zhou Yin felt cold all over his body, only his legs felt weak and his crotch was hot.

[Aha, the newcomer is over. 】

【Is this the one who mocked us Sherlock? 】

[Tsk, you guys are really, on the surface scolding people for failing to escape from prison, but in fact you are protecting the same thing in your heart. 】

[...Maybe this means that beating is kissing and scolding is love. 】

【The smart ghost praises the opponent, the stupid ghost belittles the opponent. 】

On the other side, Xiao Li sat by the bed, stretched out his hand, and watched Shen Mizhi, who was close at hand, apply the medicine for him.

His hand injury was actually not serious at all, but the other party's expression was extremely serious, as if his hand was about to break in a second. Not only did he fetch the medicine, but he also brought gauze from the infirmary, and put it aside. Wipe the circle of scars with red potion.

Xiao Li thought about it for a while, then simply didn't speak, and quietly let the young man move.

He looks very good like this, with his head lowered slightly, the tail of his jet-black hair resting on the back of his snow-white neck, it looks as if you can do anything to him, and he won't resist much.

But the truth is far from it.

Shen Mizhi carefully smeared the potion on every inch, then took the gauze from the side, and began to wrap it around his wrist again and again.

Xiao Li originally resisted not making a sound, but seeing his actions at the moment, he finally choked out a sentence: "...It's not necessary, is it?"

This seemed too exaggerated, those who didn't know really thought his wrist was broken.

And he didn't think that entanglement with this "coordinate" would confuse the jailer's judgment.

Shen Mizhi glanced at him indifferently, and finally agreed to speak: "It is necessary."

Xiao Li heard that his tone was a bit cold, as if he had encountered something that made him unhappy.

"I don't like you getting hurt." Shen Mizhi said, he wrapped the last turn of the gauze and tied a delicate knot at the end of the gauze before letting go.

Xiao Li finally regained the ownership of his wrist. He turned it back and forth, and found that there was nothing affecting his movements except that there was an extra layer of package from the outside world.

Shen Mizhi looked at him, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "I think you've been hiding from me recently, did I do something wrong?"

He could see that Xiao Li was alienating himself. He hadn't done anything, but he still asked if it was his fault.

Xiao Li's movement of turning his wrist slowed down, his gaze passed the young man and looked at the opposite room.

"I need a moment," he said finally.

Shen Mizhi stared at him deeply for a while, it seemed that he wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just nodded in response: "Okay."

Xiao Li jumped off the edge of the bed briskly. The moment his toes touched the ground, he couldn't stand still and staggered for several steps to avoid the bad luck of falling.

It wasn't that his flat throwing skills had increased, but that the weight on his back was getting bigger and bigger, from a backpack full of things to a pile of heavy iron blocks, which affected his judgment.

Without looking back, Xiao Li waved his hand behind him, signaling for himself to leave first, then opened the door and walked out.

Shen Mizhi stayed where he was. He looked at the distant figure of the other party, then retracted his gaze, lowered his eyelashes, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pick up the remaining piece of gauze. He wrapped the gauze around his fingertips and stretched it out. Tried the elasticity.

Just now, in fact, there was a flash of thought in his mind——

tie him up.

The gauze can act as a chain, which is soft and will not hurt the other party.

One end is tied to Xiao Li's wrist, and the other end can be tied to any place such as the bedside, cabinet, lamp, etc. Of course, Shen Mizhi thinks the best place is his own wrist.

He can create a room, a closed room without any exit, where the person he loves is bound, and there will be only the two of them in the world from now on, and they will never be separated.

In fact, it is a little heart-wrenching.

Especially after Xiao Li didn't know why he chose to alienate him.

Shen Mizhi turned his head to the side, thought carefully for a moment, restrained the look in his eyes, and threw the piece of gauze back.

...forget it.

Another night of lights-out.

The rest of the people had already entered their respective rooms, but Xiao Li was still in the passageway, judging by his actions, he didn't have the slightest intention to go in.

The place where he was standing happened to be not far from Wang Huai's room. The man reached out and knocked on the door. After attracting Xiao Li's attention, he asked, "Why, your ordinary bed is not enough for you, want to try it?" The smell of the floor?"

Several experiences have made everyone understand that when the jailer puts you to sleep, he will not care about you, let alone transporting you to the bed, which will only let you lie on the cold ground.

Xiao Li said from a distance: "No, I want to try an idea."

Wang Huai: "What do you think?"

Xiao Li: "Wait until you find out."

Wang Huai: "Take me one?"

He took out a prop from his quest book, it was an oven left by a chef after his death, it could only be used once a day, and after use, the chef's proud work would appear from inside, which was only enough for his hunger. Barely starting to work, a drop in the bucket.

He needs something else to distract himself.

Xiao Li: "Okay."

It just so happens that Wang Huai's joining can make this experiment more possible.

Without saying a word, Wang Huai opened the door and walked to Xiao Li.

Park Xishun in another room was also quite moved when he saw this, but his punishment in the afternoon was fast enough and severe enough that now he can't even stand up, every cell in his body is screaming and sore, let alone walking .

Xiao Li straightened his body, even though it was more difficult for him to do this movement, the young man's back was still straight. He walked a little farther away from these rooms, and came to a fork in the four rooms, waiting for the jailer to arrive.

Not staying in the room, the flow of time seems to become faster.

Soon, the overhead lights went out, and they fell into the boundless darkness, and the sound of dull footsteps would appear at any time. Everything was like the first few nights after being imprisoned, but the difference was that now they were free.