I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Outside the hotel, the torrential rain that originally poured the fire extinguishing has become rainy, and the ground on the street that is dried by the morning sun will be drenched.

The reincarnations do not have umbrellas. They can only walk along the side of the eaves along the road shops to ensure that most of them are not wet.

Xiao Li wrote the past pictures she saw in the coffin and told other people to provoke the discussion of the reincarnation.

Qingshui wrote thoughtfully: [So the silence in this village is related to the pile of heritage of the grandfather of the ancient house owner? But the mirror did not give more information. It seems that the key clue is still in the old house. 】

[And the costumes are very problematic...] With his many years of watching horror movies, Shimizu has already made up a terrible picture.

In the middle of no night, the moonlight was dim, and the beautiful but weird costume was hung on the hanger.

There were no people in the room, the doors and windows were tight, but the costume was not windy.

The corner of the costume was originally pulled, but suddenly, its sleeves gradually arched, and an arm stretched out, as if an invisible person put on the costume, which opened the curtain of silence.

After a short distance in front of the hotel, Xiao Li suddenly turned back to the opposite side of the hotel.

The door of the dwelling house was half-covered when they first came out of the hotel, but at this moment it was closed, and it seems that its owner has returned from the outside.

Xiao Li walked back a few steps. He looked up at the rain above his head. Looking back, he took out the small bench in the hotel and put it on the head.

Although this can avoid some heavy rain hitting his head, it still can't stop a small part of the rain from eroding the clothes.

Xiao Li came to the door of the old man's house. He first pushed the door with his hand and found that the door was tied behind the door, but the old man did not enter the house. He stood behind the door as if he expected it. The reincarnation will come back the same.

In the rain, the paper is easily wet, so Xiao Li uses a mobile phone.

[Old man, why have you followed us? 】

Shimizu followed him, and stood next to Xiao Li. He also saw his straightforward question. The youth wrinkled his face. He thought that Sherlock didn’t seem to understand the skills of the inquiry. The direct general residents would not answer, or they still have to Step by step...

The old man’s muddy eyes reflected in that sentence, and he shook his head slowly but firmly.

This body language may be an answer or a refusal to talk, but Xiao Li is understood by the former.

That is to deny.

The old man denied that he followed Xiao Li and others, but he clearly followed them. From the periphery of the ancient house last night, to the streets that appeared in today's prophecy, the old man was present.

Toss the reincarnation, and there will be only those in these places -

Xiao Li presses on the phone again: [You are not following us, is that ghost? 】

When he asked this question, the old man reacted. He was no longer a walking dead, and his muscles trembled uncontrollably.

The old man opened his mouth, he was naked. The exposed mouth was like a hotel owner. It was a black lacquered hole. He didn’t have a tongue. He silently said: [I am waiting for it...]

Wait for it, wait for the ghost that will only take away the sound source and face?

Xiao Li frowned, he still wants to continue to ask the old man some details, but since the disclosure of this information, the old man refused to give a response, he seems to think that the conversation has no meaning, bent over and folded the umbrella, I thought Enter the room.

At the moment when the old man turned around, Xiao Li raised his mobile phone and waved his hand silently.

The old man looked back and saw that the phone screen showed a sentence: [Do you have extra umbrella on your side? We don't have an umbrella and it is very difficult to walk. 】

Old man: "........."

For the first time, he saw such an outsider who asked him to borrow an umbrella.

The old man is not too hostile to the reincarnation. Otherwise, he will not write a note to remind them when he first meets. Therefore, after he entered the house, he found out a few umbrellas and handed it to Xiao Li.

【thank you. Xiao Li waved his mobile phone and turned back to put the small bench back and prop up the umbrella.

He gave the other umbrella to other people and walked into the rain.

Shimizu covered his cell phone with an umbrella and glanced back at the room.

Lance only listened to the translation of Qingshui. The European and American people wrote with little understanding: [He is waiting for the ghost? Is this his belief? 】

Shimizu: [Maybe his ‘it’ is just a proxy, in case he meant death? He has had enough of such a life, so he wants to get rid of...]

[But are you sure that he and the hotel owner are true? They are not saying to each other that the other party is dead. 】

[If their words are correct, then now they are ghosts...] Clear water, [for some reason, they have special things, not directly die, but become creatures like the spirit of the earth, There is no malice against human beings, but it has always been tied to the land of death, so I want to seek relief. 】

Xiao Li looked at their analysis. He didn't interject. He looked through the edge of the black umbrella and looked at the horizon in the distance.

The rain is bigger.

*******

The old house was still raining outside the window, and the rain was dull.

Reincarnation generally does not like heavy rain, heavy rain means darkness, which means inconvenient movement, but in this copy world, the rain sound is a kind of cover, it will cover up a lot of sound.

After returning to the old house, ak47 originally wanted to find a room with a bed to put Park Xiujin, but Xiao Li chose the study, he put down the Park Xiujin on the back, let her lean on the chair next to the study, looking for A rope tied Park Xiujin's arm and seat back firmly together.

Xiao Li also moved a chair and sat opposite Park Xiujin, patiently waiting for Park Xiujin to wake up.

Qingshui and others are absent. They chose to look for clues in the attic that appeared in the mirror of prophecy, so there are only two people in the study room, Xiao Li and ak47.

In the process of waiting for Park Xiujin to wake up, Xiao Li has been staring at the most central painting.

The peach trees in the paintings are vivid and occupy a large piece of paper. Just looking at the painting, you can see the real scene in the backyard.

I don't know how long it took, and Park Xiu-jin had a movement there. She frowned at the discomfort and then opened her eyes.

At first she didn't react. She only felt that her neck was sore and she couldn't move, but she quickly returned to her mind. She looked at Xiao Li with her eyes and said: [I ... Is this breaking the prophecy? 】

Xiao Li shook his head.

The prophecy is not so simple to be broken.

They can only delay the prophecy, but as long as the reincarnation returns to that street in the next few days, and Park Xiujin will die there, it can be corrected.

No accident, the ghost will come to the second round.

Park Xiu-jin glimpsed one or two from his look. At this time, she had no pale lips. [That... what do we do next? 】

Xiao Li looked away from Park Xiujin’s face and looked at the painting: [You have to work harder, first tie it to see how it will come next time. 】

Park Xiu-jin does not want to accept this decision. The general role of this type of mouse is often held by the plott. The death rate is extremely high, but there is no way that she has already made a sound to break the silence. If Xiao Li looses her, she may repeat it. In a state of being trapped, she tore her face, so she chose to accept and cooperate.

Ak47 is responsible for taking care of her, including but not limited to stunning Pu Xiujin at a critical time, or feeding her a trifle like eating peaches.

Near the evening, Shimizu and others hurried back.

Xiao Li is carrying his hand to see the paintings of his predecessors. He feels the movement behind him and looks back.

In the hands of Shimizu, he carried a bag of suede. He put the bag in the corner and wrote on the desk: [Nothing, the things on it are gone. Except for some sundries, the attic is empty. I saw this thing on the ground and brought it back. 】

[We went to the attic not only to the attic, but also to other places in the old house, but found nothing else. 】 Lance added.

Shimizu came to Park Xiujin: "How do you feel, okay?" 】

Pu Xiujin had no hands and couldn't write. She looked at the clear water in front of her body and could only say silently: [Others are good, that is, the hands are quickly scrapped. 】

Shimizu did not know how to read her, and reached out and pinched a hand on Park Siu-jin’s shoulder: [Persevere. 】

Park Xiujin: "..."

It took time to get to the night.

This time, other people did not choose to go back to their respective rooms to sleep. Instead, they chose to transfer the tied Pu Xiujin to a relatively large bedroom, and others will use the bedding to build a floor.

Since Park Xiu-jin is the first dead in the prophecy, in theory, as long as she is still alive, the people behind are temporarily safe, so others do not have much struggle.

Late at night, they took the method of taking turns on duty, changing one person every two hours. The first one was standing in clear water.

Xiao Li is the second post.

Quiet in the middle of the night, only the sound of rain is the only voice in the world.

The third post after Xiao Li was Lance, the exorcist was woken up from his sleep and sat quietly in the room.

There was an oil lamp in the room, which was one of the spoils they had found in the old house.

The flame of the oil lamp is very thin, but it is better than nothing. It holds up the half of the light in this bedroom, reflecting the rain outside, pulling out the shadow of the faint and outstanding on the wall.

Lance was awakened from his dreams, and he didn't sleep much the night before. He couldn't help but be a little sleepy.

Difficult, he struggled to lick himself, then took out a small bottle from his large pocket.

He unscrewed the cap and placed it under the nose, sniffing inside.

This is a bottle of gas that he prepared in advance. As long as it smells, it is enough to stimulate the brain and make people wake up completely.

Lance took up the small bottle and took a deep breath and looked around.

Others are sleeping, breathing is very quiet, Park Xiujin is also, put his head on the side of the column, although the sleep is not so stable, but the breathing is very well-proportioned.

Also on the side of the window, the sound of the rain sounded in one piece, and occasionally the leaves fell.

Everything is very common, except for -

The face on the window.

The rain hit the window, blurring the rouge of the face and the end, but it can be seen that it was squatting out of the window and peek at the reincarnation. 2k novel reading network