I Wasn’t Born Lucky

In the backyard of the hotel, it is as true as Lance, and there is a coffin placed quite abruptly.

Other places in the backyard have been burnt, emitting an unpleasant smell of coke, mixed with rain, and from time to time, charred charcoal is washed into the soil.

However, the coffin has chosen a good position. It is located under a straw shed. The shed has been burned by a hole, but due to the timely arrival of heavy rain, half of the turf is firmly supported on the roof. Cover the wind and rain for the coffin.

Xiao Li estimated the outside rain, he went back to the hotel door, lifted the original bench and put it on his head, and walked to the coffin.

The cover of the coffin is tightly closed.

Looking at the appearance of the coffin, it is not difficult to imagine the scene inside - perhaps the coffin is lying stiffly inside, staring at the eyes of the godless, looking at the coffin cover.

Other reincarnations followed, and ak47 still carried Park Xiujin, but unlike Xiao Li, they and the coffin were some distance away.

Xiao Li gently stroked the edge of the coffin with his hand and went directly to the coffin board.

At first, I can't move.

Xiao Li used the index finger to rub back and forth on the edge of the coffin. He said nothing, took out the phone directly and started setting the alarm clock.

The coffin board was tentatively moved, and it moved. The coffin ghost unbelievably found a head from the inside, retracted, and then explored, Xiao Li still.

——It must be that the posture of the coffin board is wrong!

This coffin ghost is dry and thin, and the cheeks are sunken into a bitter gourd. The look is faint, but the water does not know why it is so desperate from the other's eyes...

Xiao Li jumped out of the alarm clock interface and typed in the memo: [See you again. 】

In the coffin's arms, holding the mirror, it flashed a glimpse in the eyes, squinted at Xiao Li, and looked at Park Xiujin around the back of ak47, his attitude was a little cautiously touching the mirror.

There is a flash of light on the mirror of the prophecy, showing a line:

[The prophecy cannot be broken, you will be corrected. 】

Xiao Li opened a mockery: [How to correct? Use our coffin to transport us one by one? 】

Sitting on the edge of the coffin, he easily reached out and grabbed his long-awaited mirror of prophecy from the coffin.

Coffin ghost:! ! !

Its mirror!

Xiao Li put his index finger in front of his lips and used his mouth to say: [Don't be afraid, will return you, lend me a look. 】

Coffin ghost: "........."

Believe in you a ghost.

Xiao Li stroking his hand like a coffin ghost, his fingers are slender and slender, and the mirror is even a little beautiful, but the mirror of the prophecy is indifferent.

Very indifferent, very loyal and windy.

Xiao Li looked up and asked the coffin ghost: [How is this mirror used? 】

The coffin ghost crawled out slowly from the coffin. It had an old bone and supported the coffin to stand outside. Bibi said: [You, what do you want to ask? 】

【past. Xiao Li wrote, [I just have to look at the past of this town. 】

The coffin ghost looked at Xiao Li with a certain look. He put his hand on the edge of his mouth and coughed a few times silently: [The mirror of prophecy is the future, the coffin is stored in the past, you want to see the past Have to enter this coffin. 】

Xiao Li reached out and pressed the bottom of the coffin, and found that the coffin was covered with a layer of cushion underneath, and it was soft and soft, and the coffin would enjoy it.

Then he lay in.

...it was so lying down.

Other reincarnations:? ? ?

What is Sherlock? !

I haven't waited for the water to pull out and pull out the chestnut. The coffin board has been automatically closed and the coffin has been completely covered.

Then the coffin ghost died on the edge of the coffin, and it turned the unscrupulous eyes to Qingshui and others.

*****

The interior of the coffin is very dark and narrow, and this environment can easily create a feeling of nervousness and despair.

However, Xiao Li was fine. He looked at the coffin board that was closed at the top of his head. His look did not change. He just pulled the corner of his mouth and placed the mirror held by his left hand on the coffin board.

The mirror really has some connection with the coffin. Once it touches the coffin board, it sticks to it.

Xiao Li once again touched the mirror with his hand and wrote the picture he wanted to see on the mirror, but the mirror still did not show.

Xiao Li grinds his chin. Since he does not eat and drink fine wine, he presses his mobile phone with one hand and presses three qq expression candles in the mobile phone screen, silently spitting out an English word: [bloodymerry , b——]

The mirror of prophecy: "........."

It reminds me of the scene in the previous prediction that I was broken by Bloody Mary.

The next second, this mirror of the 25-year-old mirror flashed, and the picture that Xiao Li wanted directly appeared.

It was in the attic of the old house.

The owner of the old house was about thirty years old, with a long beard and standing with his hands on his back, watching the next man rummaging through the baggage in the attic.

Soon after, the next man took one of the parcels from the baggage pile, unfolded it, and placed it respectfully in front of the owner of the old house.

There are costumes, rouge, cosmetic boxes, scrolls, pens and other things.

"Is this what he left behind..."

The owner of the old house muttered, picking and picking from the inside of the parcel, and finally did not take it out, but all the bags were taken out.

The next scene is that the children of the town are playing lively on the side of the road. A child said loudly: "I don't have a church today, let's go out and play well?"

His voice has just fallen, and his look is wrong.

At this point, silence is coming.

The mirror picture also ends here.

The prophecy of the mirror is afraid of Xiao Li’s misunderstanding and shows: [Showing the past is not my strength, I tried my best. 】

Xiao Li was absent-mindedly touching the edge of the mirror like a dog, so that his heart was not the mirror, but the picture of the mirror just now - inside the coffin, it made a sound.

But when outside, this mirror is very quiet.

So is it because of this coffin?

Just like the coffin ghost staying in the coffin, the body is not rot, can it resist the silence to a certain extent? Or……

Just as Xiao Li was meditating, the mirror picture suddenly changed.

It appeared a bed.

A Xiao Li is very familiar, even the bed he just moved back to.

The bed in his small apartment.

With the appearance of this bed, Xiao Huang Ben shook the earthquake, and a line of words with luminous properties showed: [Since you look at it, why not look at your future? 】

Xiao Li: "......... I remember I said, I don't believe in prophecy."

This time, Xiao Li spoke directly, but as he thought, talking in this absolutely closed coffin is not considered a contraindication.

Xiao Huangben said faintly: [In fact, I don't believe it, but whatever I said, it will definitely become the future. 】

Xiao Li has not had time to talk, "Yu Huangben, who has words that will come true" continues: [I will stay in this bed in the future. 】

[I will hold you in this bed. You were too hot at the beginning, refused to let me hug, then I adjusted the temperature, you feel cold, and will slam into my arms. 】

... actually still very warm.

[Because I am cold, I hold you tightly, but it won't last long, because I will want to be closer to you. I like everything about you, then I will pull your face kiss. Kiss it and eat you in. 】

[I would recommend you buy a bigger bed. 】

[Or move directly to my home. 】

... not at all warm!

Xiao Li said: "..."

He couldn't think of anything he could say - he finally said: "Can I ask you a question?"

Xiao Huang Ben: [What is the problem? 】

Xiao Li asked: "Who are you?"

Xiao Huangben said: [Don't worry, you will know soon. 】

After it showed this sentence, the mirror of the prophecy trembled and restored the original darkness.

Lost the source of light, the interior of the entire coffin became very depressed.

Xiao Li closed her eyes and put her hands together on her chest to experience the life in the coffin for two minutes. Then he slammed his eyes and pushed the coffin board on the top of his head with his hand.

The boy moved and pulled a scalpel from the sleeve tube. He said, "Do a multiple-choice question, do you want to let me go out, or I will give you a firewood and go out on your own - friendship tips If you choose the latter, your home is gone."

Ten seconds later, the coffin board twitched open.

As soon as Xiao Liyu touched the light from the outside world, he blinked his eyes, propped up his body and put away the scalpel.

The coffin ghost is standing on one side, staring at his coffin, and not seeing it at all, threatening the reincarnation.

Xiao Li simply climbed out of the coffin, and he patted the shoulders of the coffin ghost: [Your home is good. 】

Coffin ghost: "..............."

Xiao Li reluctantly returned the mirror of prophecy to it and walked to Qingshui: [We are leaving. 】

Shimizu’s words and deliberately look at Xiao Li, and look at the coffin ghost, followed by Xiao Li.

After walking out of the hotel, Shimizu wrote on the paper: [Sherlock, you just... How can you really lie down the coffin? 】

He asked himself, changing to himself, even if he knew that there would be important clues in the coffin, he might, 80%, probably would not lie in.

Once something goes wrong, it is buried alive.

Xiao Li glanced at him: [Well? Comrade Shimizu, your thinking is a bit biased. Why do I lie in it? Not important, what matters is what I got. 】

Shimizu: [......... No, I think it is very important. 】

Xiao Li: [Well, well, I just want to experience it, curious. 】

Clear water: [.........]

- Curiosity is so strong, are you a cat?

On the other side, the backyard of the hotel.

The coffin ghost is holding the mirror, lying back to the coffin, and when he is about to leave again, it suddenly feels a bit wrong.

It looked at the coffin board, reached out and touched it, screaming and screaming silently.

Because Xiao Li carved a line on the coffin board:

... Sherlock is here to swim.

The author has something to say: Xiao Huang Ben: Everything I say will become true.

Xiao Li: So?

Xiao Huang Ben: So I have not been in yy for a long time, I am predicting our future life.

Xiao Li: ......... 2k novel reading network