I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Fujiang can't be the child of a crying woman. She knows it well, but she doesn't even know if she sees it.

The crying woman is very tightly holding Fujiang, and she has a little pain in her neck.

After a while, the crying woman loosened her hands again and carefully lifted up the river, watching her face, and squeezing the crying sound from the scorpion while watching.

Because of the excitement, the sound even changed a tone.

Crying woman: "Hey."

Fu Jiang: "...hey."

Fujiang is a bit nervous.

She hasn't felt this kind of emotion for a long time - even if she is cooked into a chicken breast by Xiao Li, she is not so nervous, because she knew at the time that as long as she is willing to say, the other party will not take it seriously. Cook her.

But Fu Jiang is now facing the crying woman at this moment, but she is not sure about the emotions of the other party. If she tells the truth, will the other party be angry and swallowed herself? !

And the crying woman is also a female ghost, and her proud beauty can't work...

Fu Jiang twisted his neck and tried to speed up his growth. But for a moment and a half, he couldn’t really grow up to be an adult. He could only be held in his arms by the crying woman, waiting for the identification of the other party.

The crying woman is very slow. She seems to have been unable to remember her child's appearance. Even the obvious features of Fujiang are unrecognizable. She hesitated to change Fujiang into a posture and become a baby.

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

Is this female ghost really wanting to treat Fujiang as a child? ! Are you kidding?

The scene was very suffocating.

Hull thought about how to break through, from the normal use of props to escape, to Moriati-style tripping the legs, but he did not think that he could hand over Fujiang to the crying woman.

He was in the middle of the room, and Xiao Li in front had taken the opportunity to stand out from the crying woman, walked out of the Shura field, walked into the elevator, and held the elevator door that was about to close, and found a head to urge them: "Can't you go?"

"g, go——!iing!"

Hull responded, and he carefully walked away with the other reincarners to the crying woman and walked into the elevator.

And Fujiang was left in the arms of the crying woman, she smelled a stinking smell, she looked obliquely upwards, and instantly looked at the other side with no white eyes.

She knows that the other person has identified her identity.

Fu Jiang immediately changed a tone and expression, and the white lotus in the clear water, although her skin color made her look a little strange, but she is still a strange beauty, she said green tea is innocent and pitiful: " I am forced, I am also one of Moriarty ptsd patients, we are a front!"

... sum up one sentence is, friendly army, don't shoot.

The crying woman understood, but there was no egg, and the hand that fell should still fall toward Fujiang.

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In the elevator.

Ninyan scratched his face, and he looked at the barrage in front of him and did not speak.

[I can only hear the sound, I am blindly guessing, is it Fujiang sister? 】

[Da Yu gave Fu Jiang sister to the crying sister as a daughter? ! 】

[Fu Jiang sister looks good now... I hope that the crying sister should not eat her because she is too angry. 】

[Hey, I also cried, touching tears, crying sister recognized the scene, I hope that Fujiang can cure the heart of the crying sister lost hair. 】

[How to heal... Is it shackled with her body? 】

Nippon did not hold back, the last sentence inexplicably poked his smile, he smiled, but after attracting other people's attention, he immediately disguised himself with a cough: "cough and cough."

Ye Zeqing glanced at him quickly, and took a slap in the back of his head, but he is thinking about their mission now, so he did not say anything to run against him.

From talking to the manager alone, but the two people are both dead, the ghost of this copy of the world is still quite deadly, but Moriarty is more detached from the five elements, it is likely to be mad at the ghosts. .

But from another angle, would it be that... I found a clue, so I was killed?

Is the clue of these strange talks the message of the master messenger behind the scenes?

Thinking of this, Ye Zeqing said the results of his own thinking.

Reiko pondered for a while and said: "But we didn't see any useful clues in the office, except to know how the devil came to reality..."

At this time, Hull retracted his gaze that had been placed on Xiao Li: "I think we have neglected one point, that is, the condition of death."

"Even our reincarnations are all about opening the door of strange talks, and they will be completely involved in this incident, otherwise the mission will not be so specifically requested."

Maybach took his words: "That is to say, this strange incident will not injure the innocent, the security guards and the manager must have violated the dead end to lead to death - such as opening the door of Room 909, or ... see Got the messenger behind the blame?"

Ye Zeqing asked Xiao Li: "What do you think?"

Xiao Li lowered her head and sinken for a while. Instead of answering Ye Zeqing’s question directly, she asked a sentence: “I gave Fujiang a crying woman. What do you think?”

Ye Zeqing is somewhat inexplicable: "You... done beautiful?"

Is it because he did not applaud Xiao Li, causing Xiao Li to lack a sense of accomplishment?

Standing on the side of Hull did not think of the same direction with Ye Zeqing, he thought of a deeper place - Moriarty's move, is it to test the incident? If this is the case, then every strange action that seems to be a betrayal of the meridian actually hides the information he wants to get from the ghost.

How can such a person be silent in China?

Xiao Li said helplessly: "... No, I mean, after I handed Fu Jiang to the crying woman, her reaction."

"She seems to have taken Fujiang as a daughter at first," recalls Ye Zeqing. "Although I took a look at the elevator, she clearly separated the hands of Fujiang. I really want to see the two ghosts of the century war. ""

Xiao Li: "Fu Jiang and her real daughter are very different, right? Since her strange talk is to find the crying children whose children are falling, it is obvious that she will not at least remember the child's appearance, but this time she recognizes it. It’s been a long time.”

"--Like Fujiang can't remember the details of her past memories, which shows that the weird things in these strange talks are common." Hull interjected, and he looked at Xiao Li's eyes more and more hot.

He thought so, Moriarty wanted to test the crying woman in this way. This is his most admired type of teammate. Hull praised him for discovering the exaggeration of the Westerners: "Mo, you are really a Weird!"

Now Hull has completely forgotten that he wants to see Sherlock’s expectations at first, and he thinks that Sherlock is definitely not comparable to Moriarty!

Xiao Li: ".........?!"

He didn't know how to respond to this. If he didn't know what it was, he turned his head and pushed his finger and pressed the "9th floor" button of the elevator.

"No, so? These strange talks do not remember the details of the past. If it is a ghost, the brain is caught by the door?" Ye Zeqing did not understand clearly, "What does this have to do with the truth?"

Xiao Li looked up at the elevator display interface and slowly jumped from "8" to "9". Before the "beep" sound that opened the door, he stood at the door of the elevator: "It is a clue to the truth, maybe we used to I missed it."

Before Ye Zeqing digested this sentence, the elevator had stopped and Xiao Li went out.

Ye Zeqing chased him from behind him: "Brother, you are my brother, can't you? What do you think of?"

Xiao Li is not stopping: "Not sure, wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

"The sixth strange talk." Xiao Li said.

He stopped at the door of the room.

Ye Zeqing stopped with him: "What are you going to do now? Don't tell me you have to go back to sleep."

Xiao Li looked at him strangely: "Of course not, I have to take a shower."

When he examined the body, he had a little blood on his hand, and it was thick and sticky. Together with the monitor screen, he sweated again. Xiao Li was ready to clean it.

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

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Xiao Li and Shen Yuzhi's room.

The sound of the water in the bathroom fainted from the doorway.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he sat up straight and looked at the closed door of the bathroom. He didn't know what he was thinking. He had a wire that was rolled up with his electric hair dryer.

The youth kept this state until the sound of the water in the bathroom stopped. After a while, Xiao Li pushed the door of the bathroom and walked out.

The body of Shen Yuzhi almost froze.

But fortunately, Xiao Li has not just wrapped up in a bath towel, but he has already changed the clothes inside, just put the bath towel on his head, but there are still water droplets running down his neck along his wet hair. Deep in the back.

Xiao Li pressed the towel on his head, and he licked his hair at random, and sat down on the side of the chair.

Indulge in the wire of the hair dryer: "Don't you blow it?"

Xiao Li took the towel off her hair and threw it aside: "No, I am too lazy to blow."

The young man tightened his fingertips. He tried to ask as easily as possible: "This is not good for your health. If you don't want to move... I will help you?"

Xiao Li looked up at him.

Because of the weight of the water droplets, his forehead hair was a little longer than before, almost half of his eyes were hidden, and the emotions in the black scorpions could not be seen.

But the next moment, Xiao Li refused: "No need."

Shen Zhizhi stood up. He came directly to Xiao Li and inserted the plug of the hair dryer into the socket on the desktop. His tone was calm, but there was always an indescribable momentum: "It doesn't matter, I will help you, soon. You will have a headache like that."

He said, he rang the hair dryer.

In the noisy buzz, Xiao Li couldn’t say anything that he refused, but he could only helplessly bow his head and facilitate the action of sinking.

However, Xiao Li’s bow is more prominent in his slender neck. The black hair is lined with the skin that doesn’t get enough to get the sun.

The person you like is in front of your own eyes, and this one is not fortified.

It’s like... you can do as quietly as you like.

The soft part of the heart of Shen Yan was suddenly poked, and his fingertips shook a little bit to open the other's hair, trying to bite it.

But no.

A drop of water fell from the juvenile hair, fainting the black dark lines at the cuffs of the indulgence, rendering the ancient totem more vivid, like the color of the chestnut eyes.

The breath of indulging was messed up. He controlled the hair dryer with one hand and the other hand on the other's shoulder.

The young man slowly tightened his strength. His scorpion shimmered in the deep golden awns and whispered, "Xiao Li..."

Xiao Li is thinking about the clues he got from the duty room. He felt the strength of the other side and looked up to give him a look:

Sinking: "If a person likes you, I like you very much, will you promise him?"

His voice is very low, like an iceberg crouching under the deep sea, bursting open at any time.

The author has something to say: The chapter that was updated the day before is two hours later, still writing ~2k