I Wasn’t Born Lucky

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This feeling of insomnia caused by a person is actually very subtle to Xiao Li.

He is the kind of person with a strong sense of territory, he likes to guard his own square inch, not let outsiders come in, and he does not go out, but now he has the illusion of being gradually invaded by Shen Pangzhi.

Xiao Li closed his eyes, and the picture that emerged before his eyes was of Shen Mirage standing at the door of his house waiting for him when he returned from the death laboratory.

This picture merged with the way he had just met him downstairs, making Xiao Li unable to sleep peacefully.

The feeling of being cherished is indeed very warm. He hasn't had this experience for a long time, but he still couldn't easily agree to a relationship.

Every relationship will have an end. In order to avoid ending, Xiao Li doesn't like any beginning.

Unless... something can last forever.

Xiao Li tried another five minutes, and finally gave up the idea, got up from the bed, ready to find something to do.

In the living room, a pitch-black microphone was stuck in the soft cushion of the sofa, and from time to time a blood-red eye appeared from the tube, turning to observe the surroundings.

Xiao Li borrowed Pan Jiming's nail clipper to cut the wire under the microphone, leaving only one thread.

Fu Zige has been stuck on the sofa for a long time. It can control the microphone to find a comfortable area, but only the microphone posture makes it feel safe.

This ghost from reality looked at the ancient paintings hanging on the wall with dread, and then at the doll decorations hanging in the vase, before Tan Li looked at it, he shifted his eyes in time, pretending to be innocent.

Xiao Li walked out of the bedroom and couldn't find Fu Zige for a while. After searching for a moment, he picked up the cushion and dug out the microphone stuck inside.

"Fu Zige," Xiao Li thought for a while before speaking, still calling the other person that way, he pressed his temple, "Do you remember how you became like this?"

The microphone placed on the coffee table closed its eyes, probably because of the love of its own profession. It did not answer the question directly, but did not change—

Xiao Li watched the TV series in front of her suddenly opened. After opening, it was not a TV series, but a MV:

"Forget", singer: Rainie Yang.

Xiao Li: "..."

Before the singer opened his voice, the little black cat had jumped over, slapped a paw on the remote control, turned off the TV, and shouted demonstratively: "Meow."

The little yellow book lying on the table peacefully translates in real time: [Newcomer, don't put strange things at home! 】

The KTV ghost immediately counseled. It closed its eyes and opened its mouth honestly. The voice from the head of the microphone belonged to the man’s smoking voice: "Forgot."

Lost the cover of the melody, the sound made people suspect that it would cough violently in the next second.

Xiao Li: "What do you remember?"

Fu Zige honestly said: "Itchy, painful, comfortable, no feeling, then...the chaotic period of consciousness, I want to kill people."

"But you didn't kill those guests." Xiao Li recalled Pan Jiming's words, those guests who found KTV ghosts were not dead, otherwise his KTV might not only be temporarily closed.

Although Fu Zige's eyes were full of malice at that time, it didn't really do anything.

Fu Zige: "At first, I wanted to, but I was afraid of provoke the kind of professional ghost hunter. Later, I would like to watch them cry, make them scared, and see how scared their legs are."

"So between after you die and when you become a ghost, you are unconscious?"

"I do not remember."

No matter what Xiao Li asked next, it repeated these words blankly.

Xiao Li stopped pursuing this point. He changed his direction: "What is the symbol you painted on the mirror?"

"I saw it in the graffiti corner," Fu Zige said. It spoke faster and faster, and in the end it became painful. If it is a person, it should hold a headache and cry, "I don't remember the others, I don't know. ."

There was nothing left to ask. The thing was obvious. After Fu Zige went to the graffiti corner, his eyes started to itch. Some kind of force instigated him to gouge his eyes and died on the spot. One year later, because Certain changes turned into ghosts.

Since this is reality and may not have been blessed by the dungeon rules, Fu Zige is much weaker than the dungeon ghosts.

Xiao Li sorted out the causes and consequences of the matter in his mind, picked up the microphone, plugged it back in, and thoughtfully left a gap in it for observation.

At this moment, Fu Zige suddenly turned his eyes to Xiao Li: "Moriarty, can you ask a question?"

It heard Pan Jiming called Xiao Li this way, so it called him that way.

Xiao Li: "You said."

"These existences are similar to me..." The microphone lowered its voice guiltily, and asked in a low voice, "How did you find it?"

Are all persuaded like it?

But look at that puppet's fierce eyes, the fierce look of the evil cat, the chin that draws everything in the picture, the light bulb is full of evil light, it is not as weak and harmless as it is.

Xiao Li: "If you met in another world, you will also go."

The weak and harmless KTV ghost stammered and asked: "I...I will go too? How, how? The people in that world are all like your ghosts?"

......So scary.

It was the first time Xiao Li saw such a ghost.

"You will know then." Xiao Li coaxed it perfunctorily, manually turning off its microphone button, "Okay, you can rest for a while."

Fu Zige: "Wait, there is one more question."

Xiao Li motioned it to ask with his eyes.

Fu Zige: "The man you just met downstairs--"

who is it? It feels that the power is completely different from other ghosts.

It didn't say the whole question, but was interrupted by Xiao Huangben's sudden shock.

Xiao Huangben automatically floated in front of Xiao Li without wind, and the pages of the book were turning around, finally staying on the middle page.

At the same time, a fluttering piece of paper floated in the air, and Xiao Li reached out and fell into his hand.

It was a foreign bank remittance slip, and the amount was marked out by a line of ballpoint pen. In the remarks column, a sentence was written in beautiful printed squiggles:

[Mr. Writer, please, for my exclusive report. 】

Thirty seconds after Xiao Li saw this line of writing clearly, a familiar sense of rotation hit him. He saw the microphone in front of him and the dolls all returned to the small yellow book, and the next moment, he entered the copy again.

Before disappearing, Xiao Li had only one thought in his mind:

...He hasn't slept yet!

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This copy world was surrounded by continuous snow-capped mountains. Xiao Li's field of vision saw the interior of a certain helicopter, and there was a white snow in front of him.

The helicopter seemed to have encountered some problem. It shook violently up and down, the door was opened wide, and a violent wind blew in.

The helicopter pilot was shouting hoarsely in French, waving his arms desperately towards the door, and then he took the lead and jumped down with a parachute on his back.

Then the vision shifted to the whole of the snow-capped mountains. It was a vast mountain peak after another, as if straight into the sky, the sculptures made of ice and snow resemble the gifts of the gods, and the magnificent snow-capped mountains under the sky seemed to be made of the overwhelming ice velvet flowers.

After this period of vision, there was a shaking, and then Xiao Li stood firmly on the ground.

The nearby area seems to be at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. Although it is also very cold, it is not covered by ice and snow, which is still acceptable.

The little yellow book in front of him said: [Remaining safety time: ten minutes. 】

[Inheritance from generation to generation, adventure after adventure, what is hidden in the dark about to move? This is Atlantis, and this is Stellar's Misty Town. The people outside want to go in, the people inside...Do they want to go out or can't go out? Be careful, someone is peeping here, and you are peeping together—wait, maybe I should correct what I said just now, because...it's not humans who are peeping here. 】

[This mission: death, or... go in, peek, dig, run away, until you find a hidden way to survive. 】

[Tips: This task is a special task, please choose carefully. 】

[Restrictions on this mission: You are not allowed to leave the area of ​​Stirland’s Misty Town. Anyone who takes a step will be dealt with as a violation of the mission. Believe me, the consequences of violation are more terrible than death. 】

[Small suggestion: Before the safety time expires, you need to enter the Stirland Misty Town, otherwise you will be obliterated. 】

Xiao Li looked forward, the road ahead was shrouded in hazy mist, and it was not clear. Only the road under his feet spread to the front. I don’t know if the so-called Stellan Misty Town is at the end of this road. .

Xiao Li, who had stayed up almost all night, had a look of fatigue on his face. He put away his little yellow book, looked down, and found that when he came to this dungeon world, his nightgown had been replaced with a medieval one. Black cloak.

The long cloak enveloped him, clearly invisible, but there was a hint of mystery like a medieval nobleman. The hair on the forehead of the teenager hangs slightly, under the faint light, the pair of pure black eyes are deeper than the night, and the delicate brows reveal a faint tiredness.

Xiao Li raised his eyebrows, covered his mouth with his hands and yawned, observing his companion this time.

There are a total of seven people, two of whom he knows, but they are not Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing-which is also very strange. They clearly signed the team symbol, but this time they were not pulled into the copy together. Xiao Li guessed that it might be because it was a special copy.

As for the two reincarnations he knew, one of them was the culprit of his insomnia, Shen Mirchi. The young man stood beside him, lowered his eyes and smiled at him.

Obviously he is nothing more than an ordinary black suit. He looks like a high-profile man in his body. There is no expression on the handsome face of the young man. There is an indescribable attraction in his indifference. It matches the background, as if hidden in the background. The ancient blood race among humans.

In addition to Shen Mirage, another person he knew was also standing not far away. That person was wearing a purple suit and tie of the same color, some resembling a clown, obviously a rather frivolous color, but his The aura can hold it down, making people feel calm.

This reincarnation who looked very different from ordinary people was no one else, but Wang Huai who had met on the supernatural train before.

I vaguely remember that he seemed to be very powerful.

Don't want to move your mind, just leave it to him before you can sleep.

After experiencing the bumps in his vision, Xiao Li felt sleepy. He reluctantly raised his eyes and greeted Wang Huai in the distance: "Pharaoh, meet again."

Wang Huai, who was observing the lineup from afar: "..."

He didn't want to admit that he called himself.

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Lao Wang: There is an unknown hunch, is it an illusion?

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Xiao Huang: I want to be invited to do it.

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