I Wasn’t Born Lucky

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Without the noise pollution of the microphone, whether it was the ghost parasitic in the KTV or Pan Jiming in the box, he was relieved, and he was finally able to put down his hands that blocked his ears.

Seeing that the ghost stored in the KTV fell silent, Xiao Li pressed his cell phone, glanced at the time on it, and asked into the microphone: "Will you continue singing?"

It's almost two o'clock in the morning. Although he is not sleepy, he is a bit tired.

The KTV ghost on the opposite side of the microphone lost its voice. The strange, rhythmic echo disappeared, leaving only the original singer singing affectionately.

Xiao Li pressed the pause button: "I know you are there, why don't you come and have a chat?"

He was willing to promise Ye Zeqing to come here, in addition to wanting to bring Tan Li and the others out to play and be helpful, part of the reason was because of his curiosity about KTV ghosts.

All the ghosts that Xiao Li has seen so far are basically brought out from the copy. Except for the black shadow of Mr. Ye before, he has not encountered any ghosts in reality.

After experiencing the temptation just now, this ghost that suddenly appeared in KTV was obviously sane, rather than driven by instinct alone, which made Xiao Li interested in it.

Because of the emergence of this supernatural phenomenon, another piece of evidence was added to Xiao Li's previous speculations about reality.

The song station suddenly cut the song automatically, and the title of the song appeared on the screen:

"No", singer: Chen Baiqiang.

Xiao Li: "..."

OK, it looks very sane.

He ignored him and asked: "You appeared here last week, then where were you before then? Did you just appear or... just formed?"

The song station automatically cuts the song again, this time the song name:

"What does it matter to you", singer: Wu Kangning.

After the KTV ghost decided to retreat through the crack of the door, he chose to use the microphone to curse it remotely. It probably thought that even if there were so many special guests in this box, they could not crawl over the invisible microphone line to beat it, so So arrogant.

It is worth mentioning that the last person who thought this way called a ghost call, and now the reincarnations on the forum call her Meiyou.

Xiao Li looked at the screen in front of him: "Do you remember how you died? When?"

He was an understatement when he asked, but at the moment this sentence was uttered, Pan Jiming's expression changed drastically, and he wished to rush to cover the mouth of Moriarty beside him.

He naturally knows this taboo, which is the same as asking how Bi Xian died, writing questions and reading them as death.

Sure enough, the already icy air in the entire room dropped a lot again, and the air conditioner that was blowing heating was shut down.

The song station automatically cuts songs:

"Shutup (shut up, singer: theblackeyedpeas.

Xiao Li: "..."

This ghost's music library is really weird, open to all rivers.

"You are so angry, are you reluctant to answer, or don't you remember?" Xiao Li tried to guess, with a calm tone, as if facing a new friend who wanted to make, "Isn't it okay to come out and talk? I know you have a real body, just now You are peeking at us."

He deliberately waited for a while without responding.

I don't know if I was angry or if I gave up this box, the KTV ghost did not reappear, and the song went on playing proudly.

If this is a dungeon, then as long as the main mission is completed, most of the ghosts can be rubbed by the small yellow book at the end, but this is the reality, and you can only find it by yourself...

Xiao Li pondered for a moment, touched the phone, and dialed a number to go out.

The phone hadn't made a beep, almost immediately after dialing out, there was already a "person" on the other side who answered, but there was no voice in the receiver, not even breathing.

Xiao Li's routine greeting: "Beautiful pomelo, long time no see."

Meiyou on the other end of the phone slowly and hoarsely said: "Sherlock, I don't seem to know you."

"..." Xiao Li was stunned for a moment. He hadn't really thought that the phone ghost would care about losing his horse. He pondered for three seconds, trying to save the phone ghost, "In front of you, I can always be Mo Riati."

This time it was silently changed to Meiyou: "..."

Seeing that she was silent, Xiao Li quickly said, "Do me a favor and check where the KTV ghost that was still here just now has gone, or where is its body? You kind of radiation through the line should be better. communication."

Meiyou: "."

Meiyou: "I will help you for the last time, I will immediately blacken you, and I will contact you in the future."

She hung up the phone directly.

Although the attitude is not good, Meiyou's work efficiency is very high. Before Xiao Li waited a few seconds, an address was sent to his mobile phone in the form of a text message, the mobile number was 44444444.

Is it... here?

"No. 23, East Zhongshan Road." While forwarding the address to Pan Jiming, Xiao Li entered the address on the search page, wanting to see where it was.

The search box quickly popped out. It was the address of a bar, not far from here, and it only took a quarter of an hour to walk. For some reason, this bar has been closed.

Just when Xiao Li had started to sort his schoolbag and stuffed the little black cat by the neck, Pan Jiming still couldn't recover from what happened just now——

Who did Moriarty call that call? Why does the voice on the phone sound like countless resentments, more terrifying than the echo in the KTV just now, just like a ghost?

Where are they going now? Isn't this ghost in his KTV?

Old Pan looked at Xiao Li with a dazed expression. Xiao Li stood in front of him and put his schoolbag on his back: "It is in your KTV, but before that, it exists in that bar, so we have to go and take a look. ."

Pan Jiming nodded and stared at Xiao Li motionless again.

Before he could speak, Xiao Li took the lead: "Because your eyes can speak, I know what you want to ask."

Pan Jiming: "..."

Xiao Li: "Now, follow me, are you driving?"

It was so late, he didn't bother to walk around, and the cat behind his shoulder seemed to be a little fatter again.

The boy moved his schoolbag up, and there was a meow in the schoolbag, and the little black cat staying in it did not move.

Tan Li had already put down the microphone, and drilled into his pocket again as a doll. The same goes for Zhou Ying and Xiuji and other ghosts. The previously overcrowded box suddenly returned to only two people, and it seemed empty.

Pan Jiming nodded again. He took out a bunch of keys from behind the fart, took Xiao Li out of the KTV, went to the underground parking lot behind, pulled the driver's seat away, and sat in.

He didn't enter the address in the navigation, but directly started the car.

There were no people on the street at this time, only the 24-hour convenience store was lit, and the night breeze brought a burst of leaves, and Pan Jiming rolled the car window.

Xiao Li did not sit in the co-pilot, but chose to sit in the back row: "Do you know that side?"

"I have been there before." When the night breeze blew when he came out, Pan Jiming has accepted everything that happened before with the mentality he has learned in the business field for many years. "I basically know the businessmen in this area. , The owner behind the bar is an outsider. He came to invest by himself. He was just an ordinary bar. I talked to him for a few words, but he was not familiar."

Xiao Li was searching the Internet for what happened in this bar: "Have something happened?"

Pan Jiming thought about it carefully: "I haven't noticed this."

"Then why is it closed?"

"There are many possible reasons, maybe it's poor capital turnover, maybe it's going back home to get married, maybe it's going abroad for business.

"--It may be a dead person." In Pan Jiming's rearview mirror, Xiao Li half raised his head, the bright light of the mobile phone shone on most of the boy's face, he added in a chilly tone.

Pan Jiming shook his driving hand inexplicably, the steering wheel was crooked, and he was corrected back in time: "This, this..."

This **** is really possible.

Perhaps it is definitely a possibility in this regard.

Xiao Li leaned back and read the information he had just found out: "It is reported that the night before yesterday, there was a murder case in Qingye Bar. After receiving the report, the Zhongshan East Road Branch rushed to the front court. The bar has been banned. ."

Pan Jiming: "This murder is the ghost?"

"Probably," Xiao Li habitually gave a quasi-simulated answer. He scrolled down the commentary on the news. "There was an onlooker in the commentary who claimed to have witnessed everything in the bar."

"According to him, it was a resident singer who was involved in the Qingye Bar. A man, about 30 years old, an unemployed vagrant, came to sing every day. The sound was not good, but Sheng was full of emotions and not popular when he sang. "

"That night, he was drinking and listening to a song with his friends, but he didn't know what was going on. There was a commotion in the private room of the bar, and the crowd in front of him screamed desperately. He asked a few more sober people to find out. It is said that something went wrong while the resident singer was removing his makeup at the back. After pouring the lotion, he did not say that his eyes were itchy, and rubbing was not enough. He even pulled out his eyeballs abruptly, went crazy with pain and died directly. On the spot."

"At that time, the entire bar was evacuated and sealed off, and many people were taken to take notes."

However, there was no follow-up. The incident caused little discussion, so there was only this relevant news on the Internet. After that, the owner of the bar closed the bar and left the city.

Xiao Li's focus was on this news, not last week, or even last month, but...a year ago.

A resident singer who has been dead for a year, only turned into a ghost last week and appeared in a nearby KTV.

Things are getting more and more interesting.

Xiao Li looked at the front window. The sign of Qingye Bar was half torn down, and it was stuck on the roof halfway, like a weather vane in the cold wind.

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Before Xiao Li lost his horse, Meiyou, who liked to surf the Internet: @ said to Sherlockbot. Although Moriarty is annoying, she still has the ability, Sherlock? Who has never heard of it, famous? How can you compare them?

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