I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Nippon has no idea what to do, he has no time to rush to the elevator, and the sound is like uploading from the stairs.

In addition to the two ways to leave the ninth floor, the houses in the other corridors are all locked. The only thing that can be opened is the house that does not exist, but it is undoubtedly a drink and thirst. It is a dead end.

"Hey, hey, hehe..."

The crying is getting closer and closer. The Japanese inflammation distinguishes that it belongs to a woman's crying. Even the woman should be a little older, it is not sharp and not delicate, but rather hoarse and rough.

The sun was soft and in the ground, his eyes were wet, his mouth was closed, and he was staring in the direction of the other side of the corridor crying - but nothing, even if he obviously could hear the source of the cry has turned Stairs, enter the corridor.

what happened?

His mind was stagnant for a moment, and then he used his selfie stick to set up the live broadcaster, and directly entered the live room from the button on the desktop of the live broadcaster.

When Nisshin started broadcasting, the audience who originally subscribed to his room immediately got the news:

[What is going on, the anchor is opening this point? Fortunately, I also cultivate the fairy, the night and night champion tonight is me. 】

[Is the fire coming home? Is the horror movie at night enough? 】

[Wait, the anchor how you look pale, do not know that you think kidney deficiency, how eyes are red? 】

Ninyan had already refused to say something about the barrage. He twirled the camera, adjusted the angle, and looked across the hallway.

This time, a figure appeared in the camera.

It was a long-haired woman. She lowered her head, and her long hair was separated from her cheeks. Her hands were covering her face. She was sobbing, her body swaying, and slowly coming towards the sun.

She is crying.

The woman is dressed in white, and the clothes are messy, like being torn apart, revealing a pair of naked feet.

The toes of the feet are black, from the ankles down, covered with corpses of different sizes. Spots, every step of the way, a wet footprint appears on the carpet.

[What is this about him? 】

[The trough, the anchor is poisoning late at night, I am going to die, sleepless tonight, this cry is terrible. 】

[Where are you in Japan? Haven't gotten out of the hotel yet? I was almost scared to death by your life, and the heart jumped out of the eyes of the blind man. 】

With the woman's step by step approaching, the crying sounds like a mosquito swaying in the ears of the sun, he can't bear such fears, and he doesn't want to sit still and wait, and he finally rushes his face with his arms. Into the 909 room, close the door tightly, then put down the selfie stick, laboriously moved to the chair and blocked it at the door.

It was not enough for Japanese inflammation. He looked around for a lap, unplugged the TV, and moved the TV to the chair to reinforce the heavy objects.

In fact, if it wasn't for the bed that seemed to be fixed in place, he couldn't wait to move the bed.

After doing all this, Nissan curled up in the corner and reopened the barrage.

With tears in his eyes, he confessed to the self-timer stick: "You may never see me again. I really shouldn't open the door... I opened the door of strange talks, from then on, I have been encountering all sorts of weird things, I... I may be dying..."

Outside the door, the crying is getting closer and closer.

Nothing is more terrible than the fear before this death.

Nissin squinted and shed tears, groping around the phone: "I... I have to call my mom..."

[This... how could this be? What about the handsome guy who was with you before? Is he not there? 】

[The anchor you don't want this, I am also panicked, I will help you forward the post to see if you can speculate. 】

[Wait... the door that doesn't exist, the legs chased on the stairs, the woman who wept... How do these seem to be the strange talks I have seen? 】

Nisshin had already been desperate. He squeezed his nose and felt that he was all salvaged from the water. At this time, he saw the barrage, and the blessing of the mind generally suspended the call. He asked: "The latter two are also strange talks? I only heard the first strange talk."

[Yeah, the non-existent room at the Cavill Hotel is the most famous whisper. The other two are not very famous. I was also very small when I heard my grandmother said, I have forgotten it before, now Just remember. 】

[The legs chased on the stairs are to talk about a person walking up the stairs, there will be a pair of legs chasing him behind; and the crying woman is talking about a woman who fell in love with a man, and is unmarried, giving birth to him. Three children, but the man did not want to marry her, and even had been screaming outside. Finally, one day, the woman couldn’t help it. She drowned her three children in the bathtub. She also plunged herself into the river. After her death, she became a crying woman and kept searching for her children. 】

"Yes, but I am not her child." Ninyan wiped his tears and talked to the audience on the barrage. "I... If I said so, would she let me go?"

[I don't know, this is just one of the strange talks I've heard. My grandmother said that there are a total of six strange talks, and the other few I don't remember much...]

"Does your grandmother say how to break the blame?"

[This is not... Japanese inflammation, sorry, I will ask you my grandma again. 】

Nikki is waiting to continue to ask, but the crying outside the door has become louder and louder, like a cry from the throat.

There is no doubt that the crying woman has stopped at the door.

And the thin door, and the heavy objects behind the chair... It is obviously impossible to block her.

When Sun Yan thought about the words on the screen, he gritted his teeth and said: "You... you listened, I am not your child! You are looking for the wrong person, hurry to leave, go find someone else, I beg you, hehe, Your child is waiting for you to find him!"

But what made him desperate was that it didn't work.

Intuition tells Niu Yan that the crying woman is still standing at the door, waiting for the door to break.

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Realistic plane.

Just in the moment when the sun was gone, Ye Zeqing, who was asleep on the bed, immediately opened his eyes.

He did not capture how the Japanese inflammation disappeared, but he sensed the ghost of a momentary shift and found the disappearance of the Japanese inflammation. Ye Zeqing immediately jumped out of bed and grabbed the clothes on the chair casually. Put on the shoes and go to other rooms to wake up other reincarnations.

About three minutes later, the senior reincarnation gathered in Xiao Li’s room.

Xiao Li didn't wake up very much. He rubbed his eyes and took a little cold water with his hand and rushed to his cheek. He asked Ye Zeqing: "He just disappeared?"

"Yes," said Ye Zeqing. "I was sleeping at the time. I only felt the smell of ghosts appear. Then he disappeared when he opened his eyes."

In the world of copying, this disappearance often means death.

If it is a plot in other copies, the reincarnation may not care, at least not at risk of their own, but the role of Nisshin in this copy of the world is not the same - first camera, reincarnation The mobile phones are always very convenient. Secondly, Xiao Li always thinks that the role of the live broadcast is not only this. If it is just a video camera, Nisshin can also be other identities, such as documentary photographers, while the anchor is a relatively special one. Industry.

"I can't sense any of his breath." Ye Zeqing finally said.

When Hull heard this, he stood by and said, "I have a prop that can track others, let me give it a try."

He said that he had pulled out a compass from his pocket.

Hull opened the outer casing of the compass, and used his hand to counter-clockwise the needle on the top of the circle. Then he silently recited the name of "Yinyan" and released his hand.

The pointer of the compass turned back clockwise and turned helplessly in the same place.

Hull’s reincarers shook their heads: “I can’t track them.”

This method of copying ghosts may also occur on the reincarnation, so everyone is frowning and sturdy.

Xiao Li has been playing with his mobile phone. He called out the call interface and dialed a phone call.

"You don't want to call Nikko? Do you know his cell phone number? But aren't we having no signal on the phone?" Ye Zeqing asked strangely.

Xiao Li took another banana from the fruit basket and stuffed it into the mouth of the leaf, indicating that he shut up: "I called the transfer station."

Ye Zeqing took the banana and put it back in the fruit basket.

He didn't understand what Xiao Li meant at first, but he quickly remembered the previous copy and his eyelids jumped up: "Are you..."

Xiao Li did not give him the opportunity to finish this sentence, because the opposite person was picked up.

After being connected, no one spoke, only the buzz that belongs to the telephone line.

Xiao Li routinely said: "Is it alright?"

Phone ghost: "What do you have?"

Xiao Li screamed: "I remember that you seem to have the ability to know the target phone. I didn't give you the phone number, you can get it, it's amazing."

Phone ghost: ".........What are you doing?"

Co-authored into a repeater.

Xiao Li: "Help me a favor, make a call to an anchor in the world called ‘Yinyan’ and ask where he is, how is it now?”

Phone ghost: "........."

It hangs up the phone unilaterally without saying anything.

Xiao Li looked at the button on the phone to "end the call", compared to an "ok": "wait for news."

Ye Zeqing: ".................."

- For the first time, he saw such a person who used the phone as a microphone.

Hull was not aware of it. He asked Ye Zeqing: "Ye, Moriarty, who is this?"

Ye Zeqing had no love to say: "114 telephone enquiry desk."

Hull:? ? ?

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At the same time, there is a Japanese side.

He trembled and waited for the fate of his own fate, and in the door of the door, there was a splash of water seeping in, it showed that the crying woman was at the door.

As if to deliberately like the fear of Japanese inflammation, the lock on the door handle is not useful to the woman, but the keyhole "啪" is opened, then the door handle slowly turns inward ......

At this time, Niu Yan suddenly felt the phone that had been in his hand was shocked!

He took the phone and panicked it and saw that there was a "444444" call.

This number... It looks like a ghost call in a classic horror movie.

Nikyu is crying, why did he just open a door, and these ghosts are wrapped around him?

He must have no courage to pick up.

Only when he wanted to press the ghost call, his finger trembled very badly, and accidentally pressed the other side of the screen and connected the call.

A hoarse female voice came from the phone: "Japanese inflammation."

Accurate point. The name of the sun is in the grass.

This makes Sun Yan want to deceive himself because it can't make the wrong call.

Sunshine burst into tears and wanted to hang it, but the next second, the name from the telephone receiver stopped him from moving: "Moratti asked you, where you are, and where you are."

... I don't know if it is the illusion of Japanese inflammation. He always feels that when the other person says "Morialty", it seems to be a bit gnashing.

But in any case, he knows that Moriarty is Xiao Li, so he also refuses to see if the opposite side of the ghost call is a ghost, and Yan Yan is holding a mobile phone with a jewel, and he is incoherent to the earpiece: "I... ...I am very bad, I met a woman who will cry, the barrage said that this is another strange talk... I, how can I be so bad? Moriarty, Ye Zeqing, help me, beg you, me I am in Room 909 next door, but before I... I didn’t respond to how I knocked on the door..."

The female ghost opposite the ghost call did not speak, it hung up the phone indifferently, and the next second, opened the phone of Xiao Li.

Xiao Ligang said a "feed" word, and he heard the ghost call can't wait to repeat the words of the Japanese.

The crying woman, he has heard of this strange talk, but also exists in reality.

Xiao Li took an apple from the fruit basket, did not eat it, put it in his hand and threw it. He listened to the ghost call and repeated it. He rushed in front of the other party to hang up the phone: "Now the 909 room did not appear, he was inflamed. It should be the space that was pulled into Room 909, which is not in reality. Can you locate his precise position?"

The ghost call was silent for a while, and he said reluctantly: "...can."

Xiao Li said with deep affection: "I can locate and call, both Gaode map and China Mobile, Meiyou. How many surprises do you have? I don't know?"

Ghost call: "........."

Oops, it’s a bad idea.

It hangs up directly.

Ten seconds later, a text message was sent to Xiao Li’s mobile phone, and the sender was “444444”.

Only one sentence was written in the text message: [He did not die, after 30 seconds, Room 909 returned to reality. 】

Xiao Li stood up. He gripped the beautiful red apple with his index finger and thumb, and placed it on the back of his hand like a basketball. "Go."

Except for Ye Zheqing, the reincarnations still have some unclear status. They only vaguely knew that Moriarty had called and called the devil (...), and then the ghost returned a call, and several people hesitated. Face to face, still follow up.

Upon exiting the door of Room 908, Xiao Li saw that the corridor that was originally the end of the wall was extended, and a room of Room 909 was changed. There was a cry of crying.

The crying is no longer the weeping before, but the loud cry, the heartbreaking cry, the grievances in the crying smells disgusting.

A row of wet, sly, and sly footprints appeared in the corridor, spreading from a distance to the 909 room.

Xiao Li looked at the footprints for a while, and sighed: "This girl's feet are big enough."

Ye Zeqing took a look at his lips: "...Isn't that the time to say this? I noticed the breath of ‘it’...”

"I think you are too nervous, tell a joke to relax your mood." Xiao Li said.

Ye Zeqing did not appreciate: ".........I didn't feel relaxed, thank you."

At this time, the crying woman had entered Room 909. The chair and TV set that had been blocked at the door of the room had fallen to the ground under the force of her pushing the door, and the chair was pushed out half a meter away.

Nikko is locked in the corner and shivering.

As soon as the door was pushed, he closed his eyes.

He did not dare to look directly at the crying female ghost to go to himself, how to tear his own picture, but the other party was to deliberately torture him, let him clearly hear every step.

However, just as the Japanese was almost desperate, he heard the footsteps of other people coming out of the door—he gripped the selfie stick in his hand and opened his eyes slightly to observe the outside picture.

The crying woman has entered the middle of the room in room 909, one meter away from the sun in the corner.

Xiao Li stood in the mouth of the room and raised a hand on the door frame. He said, "Don't cry, what can't be said, do you have to cry?"

The crying woman covered her face with her hands, and her shoulders shook with tears from time to time. She slowly turned her head and turned toward Xiao Li.

Xiao Li stood up straight, he stuffed the apple into his pocket and changed it into a small yellow book.

He wrote the name of the ancient painting on it and successfully summoned the singer from the reality.

The crying woman turned her direction and walked slowly toward Xiao Li. Her crying became more and more scary. She swayed round and round, and brought her reverberation. It was like a ghost in the middle of the night.

Others couldn't help but block their ears with their hands, trying to isolate the cry.

Xiao Li didn't move, and the woman who cried and wept smiled, sticking a finger over her lips: "silence, silence is coming."

His voice just fell, and an ancient painting hangs in front of him.

The peach tree in the painting burned its brilliance, and the singer came out of the painting. It turned around in the air, and the sleeves were raised, which blocked the mouth of the crying woman.

...and then the crying is pressed by a button to mute.

The crying woman can't cry out.

She became a woman who did not cry.

Suddenly, even the crying woman, one of the urban geeks, stunned. Then she put down her hands that had been covering her face - but no one could see her face, she looked down and had long hair. Almost down to the ground, let the singer block her mouth and continue to approach Xiao Li.

While approaching, the long hair of the crying woman spreads rapidly on the carpet. It is like a flexible black snake, wrapped in Xiao Li's ankle.

Xiao Li looked down at her ankle, and Tan Li’s long hair stretched out from Xiao Li’s pocket at the same moment, and entangled with each other’s long hair.

Like two black snakes, fighting each other.

Xiao Li reacted very quickly to draw a scalpel from the sleeve, and the blade reflected a little cold.

"Retract the hair," he said to Tanari.

The doll did not hesitate, and Tan Li quickly retracted his long hair.

In the next second, Xiao Li bent down. He used the scalpel that saw the blood to seal his throat and smashed the long hair of the crying woman.

other people:"……………"

other people:! ! !

The long hair that left the crying woman, lost its life and fell to the ground, becoming a common haircut in the hair salon.

With the crying woman still not responding to the effort, Xiao Li once and for all, grabbed her remaining long hair, took a step forward, and slammed her neck directly.

Crying woman:? ? ?

The long hair fell intermittently, like a bad hairdresser, the interface was spotty, like a shit.

The crying woman saw that her long hair and her long hair broke open, and eventually she became a short hair that could not cover her face.

Even if she was still affected by the silence, she also squeezed a snarl from the eyes of her nephew: "... ah ah ah!"

Even if you don't look at the expression, you can hear it, and this is the most painful roar of a crying woman.

Ye Zeqing did not want to sense the other's thoughts, but this time, even if he did not take the initiative, because the mood of the crying woman was too strong, it was passed directly to him - he held the temple and translated: "She... she In her heartache, her soft and straight temperament is very capable of attacking and defending her long hair. Her heart is very painful. It is the kind of pain that is pumping and pumping."

Xiao Li: "........."

He showed an innocent look: "It was her first move, I was passive defense, you saw it."

The singer hesitated for a moment, and he felt his long hair in his heart and took back the sleeves that blocked the mouth of the crying woman.

The crying woman covered her face and she cried louder.

Xiao Li: "...can grow up, should it?"

Crying woman: "Hey."

Ye Zeqing synchronous translation: "Have you seen ghosts and long hair?"

Xiao Li: ".........cough."

Hull, who witnessed everything, showed a bit of confusion. He murmured: "excuseme?"

How to fat four? !

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On the other side, in the corner of the room of Room 909, Nikko stood up in disbelief and supported the wall.

Because of his long squatting, his feet are already numb, but this does not prevent him from giving birth to a few points of joy in his heart. At this time, in his eyes, Xiao Li comes with a soft aura, he wants to run over and hug The other party, but the crying woman still stood at the door of the room crying, he did not dare to go, can only stop in the room, with eyes to convey emotions to Xiao Li.

The barrage in the live room is also swiping the screen quickly:

[Original... This is the operation of Dagu, 66666, there is such an operation.jpg]

[Maybe my thoughts are wrong, I regret, but I think this length is not short enough, I am thinking about the way a crying woman is shaved when she is shaved...]

[Me too, think about my childhood nightmare. If the hairstyle is a plate, then... it doesn't seem so terrible. 】

[Well, this is the feeling of heart, I am excited about Moriarty's father, not the wind, it is my heart. 】

[The horror film turns into a comedy movie for a second, giving a big cappuccino to the cockroach. 】

The author has something to say: The crying woman: I cried so loud tonight.

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