I Wasn't Born Lucky

The puppet's hair was only exposed for a moment, Xu Mei suddenly opened her eyes wide in surprise, and before she could confirm it carefully, it had disappeared without a trace.

Plus that phone...

Xu Mei quickly left the door of Xiao Li's room, she had a bold idea.

She didn't think about Xiao Li's ability to fight ghosts, how could ordinary people deal with ghosts?Moreover, Xiao Li looks like a young man. He goes to class and reads every day, and he hasn't had any problems living in Xiao's house. There is no way to catch ghosts like Mr. Ye—what Xu Mei thinks in her heart is , Mr. Ye kept the ghost by Xiao Li's side, not to kill him all at once, but to scare him with endless fear.

When she thought about it this way, the haze caused by Mr. Ye's disappearance dissipated.

Xu Mei let out a soft voice, called the servant to bring a bowl of sweet soup, and grabbed Xiao Ming's ear to teach her younger son never to get close to Xiao Li again.

The elegant lady's back quickly disappeared under the stairs in the hall. Behind a rose in a vase, the doll showed one eye and stared blankly at her.

Xu Mei thought well, but soon, that night, she found that the facts were not as she wished.

When the master of the Xiao family didn't come back, she lived alone in the master bedroom.

The bed was made of soft and smooth silk, and the whole room was sprayed with Xu Mei's favorite aromatherapy. She has always liked flowers and plants, so she placed a pot of rare orchids by the bedside.

She turned off the lamp, closed her eyes, and prepared to fall asleep.

Xu Mei usually sleeps well, but today, for some reason, she always felt unsteady in her heart. She lay upright on the bed for about 10 minutes, and then opened her eyes again.

She didn't open it, but when she opened it, she saw a shadow sitting at the end of her bed!

Because of closing her eyes for a long time, Xu Mei could faintly see something in the darkness. The thing seemed to be a doll, dressed very fat, and couldn't see the facial features clearly.

"What the hell is this!" Xu Mei's chest heaved violently, she got up from the bed and reached for the desk lamp beside her.

But the puppet moved, and under Xu Mei's horrified expression, it grew bigger and turned into a life-sized ghost, wearing a blood-stained school uniform, standing beside the orchid by the bed, and buried its head go in.

Now it was very close to Xu Mei, and the smell of blood also spread, Xu Mei's scream was caught in her throat, and she crawled in another direction with trembling hands and feet.

The figure ignored her, it just stood there, raised its head when Xu Mei was running towards the door, glanced at the door, and left the room.

Xu Mei had never experienced such a thing before. Seeing the ghost disappear, she staggered open the door and screamed, "Ah——! Come here! Yes, there is a ghost!"

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In the room at the other end, Xiao Li was lazily lying on a chair, with a piece of pastry stuffed in his mouth, holding up his mobile phone to play games.

Ever since Zhou Ying got into the phone, there was a running program in his background called Happy Xiao Xiao Le.

Children are still children after all.

Xiao Li thought with emotion after controlling his character and killing his opponent to get a double kill.

He has hung up the little yellow book for a day and played games for a day. Xiao Li is different from Xiao Ming. Xiao Ming is very busy every day, not only on weekdays, but also on weekends. It was full, and Xiao Li, even if no one cared if he didn't go to class, Xiao Li was happy to have a leisurely time.

He was playing a game, and there was a loud movement outside the door, which sounded like a cry from the master bedroom.

Xiao Li didn't even raise his head, he had no emotion or curiosity about this place at all, let alone Xu Mei who made the noise——that weird taxi, Xiao Li, hadn't forgotten, the reason why he didn't do it now was because someone wanted to kill him. I feel restless because I can guess with [-]% certainty that Xu Mei is the mastermind behind the scenes.

He held grudges to a certain extent, and he couldn't be as straightforward as Xu Mei was with the attacker, so he had to take his time.

A gust of wind blew, the curtains fluttered with the night wind, and the doll obediently returned to the window.

After a while of operation, Xiao Li lowered his eyes to look at the settlement interface on his mobile phone. The mvp was given to him again, and Shen Mizhi sent a message in the private chat box: "Come again?"

Xiao Li: "Not coming."

Shen Mizhi: "Okay. When are you going back to school?"

Xiao Li: "Not necessarily, it depends on your mood."

Shen Mizhi responded and went offline.

Xiao Li put down his phone and glanced at the little yellow book—the little book that was suppressed under the schoolbag looked very thin. It was shaking for a long time before, but it didn't get Xiao Li's attention. Now it has calmed down.

He walked over to pick up the schoolbag, and suddenly a piece of paper floated down from mid-air, which just happened to float into the boy's palm.

To be precise, it was not a piece of paper, but a formal invitation letter. On the back was engraved a family crest that Xiao Li did not recognize. It was shaped like a sword with rose-like flowers woven around it. He wrote with a smooth pen:

【Dear Mr. Detective, the appointed day is getting closer and closer, lest you forget it, I would like to remind you that please come to the Tartarus Manor at [-]:[-] pm on that day and wait for your arrival. 】

The inscription is a string of fluent English names.

Tartarus Manor... that's not a very good name.

Xiao Li had just jumped out of this thought, and the next second, Xiao Li was spinning, and the scenery in front of him gradually changed——

It began as a tree-lined path, surrounded by towering trees that shaded the sun and shaded the overhead light.Going forward, the end of this path is a strait, and there is a floating suspension cable as a wooden bridge, connecting to the other end of the strait. On the cliff at that end, stands a magnificent castle.

The waves at the bottom of the cliff kept beating against the cliff, making heavy splashes.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the old castle, and the guard fence around it was entangled with thorny thorns. The surface of the old castle was covered with traces of time, which looked ancient and mysterious.

At the gate of the fence, there are two stone sculptures squatting. They are two benevolent angels with white wings and a smile on their faces, showing half of their teeth.

[Tartaros Manor is an ancient manor belonging to the Nordic nobles. After years of baptism, I don’t know how many unknown truths have been buried.Guests who have received the invitation letter, come to this secret appointment, maybe this place can fulfill your wish, maybe this place can harvest your soul, all of this is under your choice. 】

When Xiao Li opened his eyes again, he was already standing at the gate of the manor, and the sea breeze behind him made him almost unsteady.

There are several people like him around, the number is far less than that of the orphanage, and they are looking at the buildings and other people in front of each other.

This time, the dungeon worlds are separated by such a short time.

The invitation letter was still in Xiao Li's hand, and the little yellow book was floating in front of the young man, with a large piece of paper on it that read:

[Remaining safety time: 3 minutes. 】

[This task: 1. Survive in the Tartarus Manor for seven days; 2. Crack the truth here. You can choose to complete the above tasks. After completion, you will be randomly sent back to the real world. 】

[Hidden tasks: 1. Don't ignore me; 2. Don't neglect me; 3. Kiss me, all the above tasks must be completed. 】

Xiao Li put away the little yellow book, turned over the invitation letter and looked at it for two seconds, and paused for two seconds on the words "Mr. Detective" on it - he is not a detective in reality, which means In this dungeon... the character he plays is a detective?It fit the alias he was using.

There were not many reincarnations this time, so the few remaining people spontaneously approached, each of them looked thoughtful, and it seemed that they were not newcomers.

A brown-haired youth was the first to pick up his invitation letter, and smiled wryly at everyone, "Tartaros Manor, that's not a good name. I think we've won the prize."

"What do you mean?" Another woman asked, flipping the hair in front of her eyes.

"Tartaros means 'hell' in Greek mythology." The brown-haired young man looked like a gentle older brother. "A place named after this word will be quite terrifying if there are ghosts."

"You scare yourself before you go in?" The uncle, who has been wrapping his arms around his chest since arriving here, said disdainfully, "I don't believe it, I even survived a hundred-person dungeon and still fall here?"

The young man put away his invitation letter: "I'm just worried, I hope that's not the case. There are few people here, I'm afraid it's a team copy, do you want to get to know each other? My name is Ye Lingshi."

"Ye Lingshi, ordering Ling, visual vision?!" A young man who had never spoken was surprised. He had obviously heard of this person's reputation, and his tone of voice was a little joyful, "Forum The one who ranked 98th in the last reincarnation?!"

Ye Lingshi smiled and said modestly: "I do have this name, and this ranking...don't need to pay too much attention to it. We are just reincarnators. Once we encounter high-level ghosts, sometimes we can only rely on luck to survive. "

Thighs!

"My name is Wu Tian, ​​please take care of me." The young man's eyes lit up suddenly, and several other people also looked at this harmless young man with admiration.

Xiao Li only saw the forum ranking last night, and he didn't expect to meet someone who could be famous on it so soon.Although it is only No.90 eighth, it is still on the list.

Next, they exchanged names with each other, almost as soon as the last person's introduction fell, the safety time came.

An old man with silver hair was standing on the edge of the railing. The old man's hair was combed back meticulously with pomade. His appearance was silent and there was no movement at all.

"Dear guests, good evening." The old man bowed slightly, and his movements were slow, but he didn't have the stiffness of ordinary ghosts. "I am Ronnie, the housekeeper here. Please follow me."

As soon as he spoke, he opened the iron gate of the manor. The iron gate was stained with rust and made an uncomfortable rubbing sound.

Ronnie led them into the old castle. After entering through the iron gate, the air here exudes an ancient smell, which is a combination of green grass and rust.

They stopped in the hall on the first floor, and the butler Ronnie pointed to the upstairs respectfully: "Dear guests, the clothes have been prepared for you, please go to the room to change clothes and come down for dinner."

The old housekeeper led the crowd through their rooms, letting one person in each time they came to their room, thinking that this room was divided, and finally Xiao Li was allocated to the middle of the third floor. He opened the door and went in. See the suit on the bed.

Xiao Li turned back and closed the door and walked over. The room was covered with velvet dark red carpet, which was very soft to step on. He took out the small yellow book, thought about it and stuffed it under his clothes before taking off his clothes.

The boy's back was exposed inch by inch as the clothes fell off, like smooth jade. Soon, another set of completely different clothes covered this precious treasure, blocking all its brilliance.

It was a western-style shirt, vest, and cloak. The black vest outlined the thin figure of a teenager, and with a hat, Xiao Li felt like he was cosplaying the famous detective.

As soon as he got dressed, Xiao Huang Ben came: [Why are you angry? 】

【Because I said I wanted to kiss you? 】

[This is a normal thing, I like you, so I want to get close to you, there is no need to be angry about this. 】

It showed so much at once, and the conversation changed in the middle, trying to bring up a new topic: 【This dress looks good, it suits you very well. 】

[Of course, you look good in anything you wear, and you look best without it. 】

Seeing its innocent appearance, Xiao Li got stuck in what he wanted to say—it was hard for him to imagine that there would be such a pervert?The color is so magnanimous and pure.

In the end, the boy struggled for a while, and wrote: "...I am angry not because you want to kiss me, but because you are perverted."

right!If it wasn't a pervert, who would say such a thing and describe it in such detail, just like writing a small yellow text? !Still want to kiss him like this?

Xiao Huangben wasn't ashamed of it, but rather proud of it: [You can call me whatever you want, but don't ignore me. 】

Xiao Li felt weak all of a sudden, and felt like he was too lazy to care about it—it was just a little yellow book anyway, and it had no substance!A couple of words of sex is just... two sentences of sex!

He closed the book, straightened his cuffs, and walked out of the room.

When Xiao Li went out, several people had already gathered in the hall, pestering the old butler Ronnie to keep asking. The first person to speak was Ye Lingshi. He changed into a suit and looked like a modern businessman. Elite: "Mr. Ronnie, may I ask who the owner of this place is...?"

He didn't dare to ask "the reason for inviting us here" or "what is the agreement" directly, for fear of exposing himself to the eyes of ghosts, so he could only try in this way.

The old butler said with a cold face: "Your Excellency the Duke has his own business, please forgive me."

Ye Lingshi smiled and said, "There is nothing we can do about urgent matters, and we don't mind."

While they were talking, the rest of the people also came out one after another. In addition to Ye Lingshi and the four people, there was a man and a woman. They seemed to be a couple. The man was called He Wei, and the woman was He Wei. Yun, whispering to each other, but not very much to the other four.Seeing this, the old housekeeper stretched out his hand towards another passage: "Everyone, this way please."

Everyone walked through the long passage inside the castle, and what was waiting for them was a beautiful long table covered with a white tablecloth, on which were placed a variety of Western-style food, and there were two rows of candles in the middle. A bright light shone in the dark night of the old castle.

Ye Lingshi sat down, looked at the middle of the table and said with a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, there are no Indian villains among them."

The young man named Wu Tian sounded quite puzzled: "What kind of joke is an Indian villain?"

The woman from before——Xiao Li remembered her name was Feng Fengqing, and now she changed into a fitted European-style dress with white fur wrapped around her shoulders, and snorted: "No one survived."

It was a very famous snowstorm mountain villa murder mode novel in reality. It told the story that eight strangers were invited to the island, a nursery rhyme was sung on the phonograph, and there were ten porcelain statues on the dining table. Since then, people have died every day according to the way described in the nursery rhymes. For every person who dies, there will be one less porcelain statue on the dining table, which is very similar to their current situation.

"The difference is that the opponent they are facing is themselves, human beings," Ye Lingshi concluded deeply, "but what we are facing is ghosts, fierce ghosts."

Ghosts are invincible.

The limit they can do is to temporarily block, and then find a way to escape.

The young man's words touched the hearts of those present. Facing the dazzling array of dining tables, they couldn't eat and had no appetite.

After a short silence, the unshaven uncle said impatiently: "What are you talking about? I don't like people like you who are always alarmist. You will be happy if you make it like this?"

His words were fierce, and his hostility towards Ye Lingshi was serious.

The young man didn't intend to fight back, he just leaned back: "Brother Qian said it was because I didn't think carefully."

Now the uncle surnamed Qian couldn't continue to attack, he just made a nasal sound from his nasal cavity, looked down at the steak in his bowl, and complained: "It's dripping with blood, I don't know why some people like to eat this kind of food, Disgusting."

Among the couple, He Wei took a piece of cake and put it on He Yun's dinner plate: "Have a little?"

He Yun shook her head, and pushed the plate away a little. She really didn't have an appetite, especially after entering a dungeon story, where she didn't know whether she was dead or alive, so how could she have an appetite to eat?

In the silence of raising the table, only Xiao Li calmly cut the steak in the bowl and handed it to his mouth, and poured himself a glass of red wine.

The young man's appearance caused others to look at him a few more times. Fortunately, he was born good-looking. Even if others were not used to seeing him eating at this time, no one came forward to criticize him. At most, he was like Ye Ling. Wang sighed like this: "Good appetite."

Under Xiao Li's leadership, the rest of the people stuffed something into their mouths, even though they had a poor appetite, and ended the dinner hastily.

The old butler stood with his hands behind his back the whole time, with a respectful demeanor, without saying a word. After everyone stopped eating, he cleaned up the dishes neatly by himself, and did not call other servants to help—I don’t know if there was none at all. other servants.

Ye Lingshi was very interested in the old housekeeper, and kept probing around him, asking how long he had been working here, and asking if he had any plans for tonight——

The old butler answered one by one in a friendly manner. He has worked here for ten years and invited them to move freely tonight.

After the old butler Ronnie expressed his desire to leave for a while due to other matters, Ye Lingshang let him go in a gentle manner, and started to explore the entire castle with others.

When Xiao Li touched his pocket and was about to go back to his room, he passed the corner of the second floor and saw a group of people surrounding there, looking at the portrait hanging at the end of the corridor.

It was an oil painting, depicting the upper body of a beauty, she had pale golden hair, her eyes were as blue as the sea, covering an uplifting smile, those thick and colorful pens and inks depicted her beauty.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the side were tightly closed to isolate the sound of the waves on the coast, and the full moon in the sky outlined the eyebrows and eyes of the beautiful woman in the oil painting.

Ye Lingshi stood at the front and stared at the beauty for a while: "This painting is... not quite right."

Feng Fengqing quietly stared at the person in the painting for a long time: "What's wrong?"

"Eyes..." Ye Lingshi took three steps back.

The people in this painting are very beautiful, and the color tone of the painting is also extremely bright. Logically speaking, it should give people a bright feeling. However, at first glance, this painting is very gloomy, as if... layer shadows.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the eyes of the woman in the oil painting that had been looking straight at him suddenly came alive, and she glanced in a certain direction——when Ye Lingshi was startled and looked carefully again, the oil painting had recovered as is.

Ye Lingshi turned his head and looked in the direction of the person in the painting. The black-haired boy stood on the spot, with a black cloak covering his body, and dark red embroidery patterns were embroidered on the cuffs where his wrists were exposed. He seemed to feel When Ye Lingshi came into sight, his indifferent eyebrows met the brown-haired young man.

Why does that painting look at him?Is it by chance?Or... is he the first victim to be targeted by the ghost?

Ye Lingshi remembered his very special name, he pondered for a while, and asked the other party: "Sherlock, what do you think of this painting?"

Xiao Li stood still at the same place from a distance, and commented: "He looks good, very pretty."

Ye Lingshi: "...It's not about the appearance, I mean the feeling of the whole painting."

Xiao Li changed the adjective: "Very harmonious."

Ye Lingshi couldn't keep up with his thinking: "Huh?"

"It fits here very well." Xiao Li put his hands back into his pockets, his expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't seen the glimpse of the person in the painting looking over, and he didn't want to follow the hint in Ye Lingshi's words.

Is this man out of his mind?So good-looking but a snake spirit?

This was the eldest son of the Ye family's first opinion of Xiao Li.

Before Ye Lingshi could say anything to the other party, he heard a piercing scream from a distance: "Ah—! Come on, here...someone died here!"

Listening to the voice is the woman among the couple.

The faces of the people present changed suddenly, and they all ran towards the source of the sound.

The scream came from the door of the bedroom on the first floor, one of the doors was ajar, and the interior was decorated with the same decoration as the other rooms. At the door, a person fell to the ground with his back facing up, With a dagger stuck, blood stained his clothes and dripped on the carpet, adding another color to the dark carpet.

It was He Yun who screamed, and He Wei who was next to her supported her and covered her eyes. He Wei turned his head as if he couldn't bear to see the corpse, and said to the people who rushed over: "We are outside. After shopping for a while, I was about to go back to the room, and when I came back, I saw..."

Their room was next door to the dead uncle.

The old butler squeezed out from the crowd. He gasped when he saw the scene in front of him, and squatted down to examine the uncle's wound carefully: "Doctor Feng, would you like to come and see?"

As soon as he said this, Feng Fengqing was obviously stunned—the word "doctor" was indeed written on her invitation letter, but she was not a doctor in reality, and it could even be said that she didn't even know a little bit about medical skills.But the old housekeeper said so, and she couldn't refuse, so she could only follow Ronnie's wishes, bent down and pretended to check, and put her hand on the tip of the dead man's nose: "It's hopeless."

The old butler sighed in shock and sorrow.

Feng Fengqing also felt sympathetic, she didn't have a good impression of this uncle, but seeing the reincarnated person who came with him died so soon, she felt quite sad.

At this moment, Xiao Li suddenly stood up. He knelt beside the uncle on one knee, blocked the sight of others with his body, and took away the dead man's hand—there was a blocked invitation letter. The uncle was invited as a "butcher".

After reading the line clearly, Xiao Li stuffed the invitation letter back calmly, and turned to the old butler with a puzzled expression, "Let me see if there are any clues about the murderer."

Ronnie nodded when he heard the words: "With Mr. Detective here, there must be nowhere for the murderer to escape."

Ye Lingshi reacted immediately. He pushed the old housekeeper away in an instant, knelt down on the ground, and said with a sad face: "I am a priest, and I will pray for him."

Immediately afterwards, he put his hands on the uncle's body, inspected it, withdrew his hands and made a sign of the cross on his chest: "May his soul rest in peace."

The old butler waited for them to finish praying, and then he picked up the corpse. Before leaving, he said to the rest of the people: "I'm sorry that this happened. I will inform His Excellency the Duke, and I hope you will understand."

Ye Lingshi replied: "No one expected such a thing to happen. We are waiting for news from His Excellency the Duke."

Ronnie left with the corpse in his arms, and the remaining reincarnations stood at the doorway left with a pile of blood. Ye Lingshi took the lead and walked into the uncle's room, and searched in the back room.

"Did a ghost do it?" Wu Fill followed and asked in a low voice.

The uncle just arrived, he didn't have many things, there was nothing extra in the room, only the clothes he changed were worth being searched, Ye Lingshi picked up the uncle's clothes, reached into his pockets and searched, from inside A pack of cigarettes, a lighter and a Swiss Army knife were found.

The knife was not clean, and there was still blood on the blade. It was obvious that the uncle was not an innocent person—but it was such a dangerous reincarnator who still died without a sound.

Ye Lingshi muttered to himself: "I don't know what he did to trigger the dead end..."

Xiao Li glanced at the knife, left the uncle's room without saying anything.

He returned to his room first, sat in front of the table, and spread out the little yellow book—because when he saw the painting, the little yellow book turned on the vibration mode: [She is beautiful?do you like that 】

[But I look better, do you want to see me? 】

[Actually, I think you are the prettiest, I like everything you do.Like right now, I'd love to see you under the cloak. 】

Xiao Li was afraid that if it continued talking, the other party would drive again—the boy justified himself: "That's a scene."

Xiao Huang Ben: [That is to say, you don't think she is pretty? 】

Xiao Li coaxed it: "Not as good-looking as you."

Xiao Huang was very satisfied.

Xiao Li raised his head and bumped into the mirror in front of the table at a glance - there is no desk here, only this kind of dressing table, which looks like a woman's room, and there is a mirror standing in front of the dressing table, which looks a little scary in the middle of the night when no one is around. terror.

The boy stared at his face in the mirror for half a minute in silence, but he didn't notice anything unusual, so he looked away.

After the No.1 death incident, it was now close to midnight, and the full moon hanging high outside the window gave the castle a desolate atmosphere.

Xiao Li originally planned to go to sleep, but he rolled around for a while, and he felt a little hungry again.

The steak for dinner felt full at the time, but after so long, he had already digested it, and he wanted to get some pastries.

The second young master of the Xiao family used to stay up late and eat pastries when he was playing games to the fullest, so that he couldn't stand hunger.

He hadn't undressed for bed, so he put on the cloak and went out of his room.

The castle at night exudes a unique beauty.

Every stone and every relief here is extremely delicate, with a solemn and solemn sense of history.

Xiao Li walked down the stairs covered with thick carpets. He passed many doors, some of which were engraved with complicated patterns, crouching in the darkness.

He searched for a while, but couldn't find where the kitchen was. Xiao Li paused, and finally came to the place where he saw the painting before.

The beauty in the painting still smiled at him gorgeously, like a bait from hell.

Xiao Li held up his mobile phone to illuminate, and looked at her for a moment, he heard his voice echoing in the world: "Where is the kitchen?"

Blonde beauty: "..."

The smile of the beauty in the oil painting froze for a moment.

"Or, where is there something to eat?" Xiao Li added.

The blond beauty restrained her smile. When she was not smiling, the tone of the whole painting was completely subverted. She even looked a little hideous——she stood up gracefully without saying anything, and walked away from the frame go out.

When she stepped out of the frame, she became a shadow on the wall, like a court lady, dragging the hem of her dress, and shuttled past the wall.

The blond beauty led Xiao Li through the corridor, and finally stopped in front of a door near the top floor.

The door was engraved with the coat of arms of the invitation, and the rose branches were wrapped around the door like a spider's web waiting for its prey.

Xiao Li pushed open the door and found a studio inside.

The bright moonlight outside the window shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the easel in the studio, with paintbrushes and oil paints on the table, a sofa in front of the easel, and a snack stand next to the sofa, on which a plate of delicate snacks was placed.

The blond beauty walked over and sat down on the sofa - she seemed to want to lie lazily on it, but she glanced at Xiao Li, changed her mind, and sat on the sofa dignifiedly.

Xiao Li flipped through the canvases in front of the easel, and all of them were without exception a woman. This woman had blond hair, but she had no face.

No facial features.

Xiao Li put down the canvas thoughtfully, and said to the woman sitting on the sofa: "You want me to paint you? In exchange for food?"

The other party nodded.

Xiao Li picked up the paintbrush with some hesitation - he has never learned how to draw, and he has no talent in this area: "I'm not very good at drawing."

The smile on the beauty's face deepened, and she sat there without moving, showing no sign of regret.

Xiao Li tapped some golden ink with a pen, sprinkled color on the canvas, and started painting.

The young man painted very slowly. He held a color palette in one hand, and from time to time he used a pen to stipple it a few times. What he created was like an ink painting, and in front of him was a dignified and beautiful woman—this scene was bright and beautiful. On the surface, it is actually a very beautiful scene.

It's just that when the eyes focus on the painting, the scene becomes weird.

For those who have never learned oil painting, it is really difficult to draw well, so this painting looks... You can vaguely tell where the head is from the hair color and eye color, that's all - this is still implicit describe.

Xiao Li hesitated to take the painting off the easel, handed it back to the blonde beauty, and took the plate of food away.

The oil painting beauty lowered her head, turned over the drawing paper in her hand, and was silent for a moment facing the face on it, then touched her own face with the other hand, as if she was wondering about something—then she lost With a smile on his face, he returned the painting to Xiao Li.

Xiao Li shrugged, he put the painting under his arm, held the dinner plate in his right hand, and left the studio.

The blond beauty sat on the spot and looked at his back. After Xiao Li disappeared, she turned her head abruptly and disappeared on the wall.

And Xiao Li in the corridor was holding the dinner plate in one hand and the painting in the other, and he no longer had the hands to turn on the lighting of his mobile phone, so he didn't turn on the flashlight, and walked into the room directly under the moonlight outside the window.

When he went down to the floor he was on, he bumped into a young man head-on.

Although the young man had a smile on his face, the head on his neck kept patrolling back and forth, and looked there whenever there was a sign of trouble. It was obvious that he was still a little afraid of the surrounding environment.

He held a candlestick in his hand, which was obviously more in line with the temperament of the castle than the mobile phone.

The young man was Ye Lingshi. He thought of something when he was deducing clues in the middle of the night. He wanted to go to the room of the first deceased to take a look. The method at the bottom of the box can't help but still be on tenterhooks.

The faint candlelight elongated the young man's shadow, and when he moved forward to a certain distance, another person's shadow appeared on the wall...

Ye Lingwang was taken aback at first glance, his heartbeat almost stopped suddenly, and he felt better when he found the man standing there looking at him: "Mr. Sherlock, you... what are you doing standing here?!"

And there is no lighting!

Xiao Li raised the dinner plate at him: "Looking for something to eat."

Ye Lingshi:? ? ?

Is someone really going out in the haunted dungeon world just to find something to eat?

The young man looked suspiciously around the dinner plate, and then focused on Xiao Li's other hand.

Seeing that he was very interested, Xiao Li said without waiting for him to ask: "By the way, I drew this picture."

Ye Lingshi: "..."

——Wait, I should go out to draw this picture, and then find something to eat, right?The primary and secondary relationship is wrong Hey!

——Wait a minute, why are you going out to draw in the middle of the night!This logic is wrong, Sherlock!