I Wasn’t Born Lucky

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Wen Wenwen was stuck like this for a while, before squeezing out from his mouth, "If you handed the note to him, it might be friendly, but you let..."

When he said this, he paused slightly, as if he was worried about something, and quickly glanced at the doll in Xiao Li's pocket.

That person was still the same, the little one, lying obediently next to Xiao Li's pocket. About to feel the other person's sight, slowly raised his head and looked at Wen Wenwen. Those eyes covered by long bangs were utterly shining, and they looked at each other hollow but gloomily.

The moment Wen Wenwen touched Tan Li's eyes, he immediately bounced away. Coughing strategically, he swallowed back what he wanted to say, blinked, and changed his mouth very unscrupulously: "It will be no problem for Tan Li to send it, haha, he must be asleep."

Xiao Li didn't feel the rudder what he saw. He raised his head slightly, looked at him blankly, and said faintly: "Don't say these are useless, wait for tomorrow to find him."

"Actually, we have already inquired about the start time of his school in advance, and it will happen that tomorrow we can block him on the road while he is going to school." He Tian walked over, looked at Xiao Li, and interrupted, "Sherlock , Do you want to see these?"

He was referring to the maps and materials that they discussed earlier on the table.

Xiao Li didn't reply, but followed his sight to the table. He looked down at the paper scattered on the table, and then stared at the map hand-drawn by Wen Wenwen for a while. After taking the map in his mind, he turned to the next page.

"By the way, didn't Shen Mirchi go out with you?" Wen Wenwen followed Xiao Li. Seeing him not talking for a long time, he suddenly asked with some curiosity, "You were gone before, I I thought something big happened."

Xiao Li's page turning action paused, and his eyes were slightly deflected unnaturally, but before everyone found out, he turned back again, pursing his lips and said coldly: "No, maybe it's something else. ."

After speaking, it seemed to think of something, and I wanted to explain it clearly: "We are not always together, he is free where he wants to go."

He moved quickly to read all the information folded in front of him, and then put it back like a hot potato.

The others looked at Xiao Li's movements and looked at each other a little strangely, but in the end they didn't say anything and left with him.

*******

The next day, the reincarnations woke up early.

Now in the dungeon world, although they previously speculated that before the little boy's accident, there will be no ghosts for the time being, but after all, the heart is disturbed, and they still dare not sleep too much.

Xiao Li slept enough yesterday, so there was no hindrance to getting up in the morning. When he opened the door, he happened to hit Shen Mirage and came out.

It was about early in the morning that I saw the person I was thinking about. The young man was obviously in a good mood and greeted him with a smile: "Morning."

Xiao Li didn't know what he was thinking of, and he paused slightly, the expression on his face was a little unnatural. With a vague "um", when Shen Mirage wanted to bring him breakfast, he still couldn't hold back, looked at him and asked softly: "What did you do last night?"

He spoke as if he asked casually, but he was secretly nervous, and looked around deliberately, without looking at the other person.

Shen Mirzhi looked at him like this, and the smile on his lips grew thicker. He lowered his eyelids, thought for a while, and found a suitable adjective: "Go and check a place."

"Where?" Xiao Li heard this and glanced over at him, asking questions rarely.

Shen Mizhi didn't speak, but just moved closer, his finger lightly dropped on a point on the map on the table, then he looked at Xiao Li's thoughtful expression and smiled lightly.

He put away the map and put a sandwich in front of Xiao Li.

This is the breakfast Wen Wenwen bought when they went to inquire about the news in the morning, and he happened to be cut off by him.

After a group of people had their breakfast, they squatted on the only way to the school from the boy's house.

It was already more than seven o'clock in the morning, and the dazzling sunlight had fallen down, dispelling the fog at night. But maybe the fog is too heavy. Walking on the road, you can still perceive the existence of the mist, which is like a layer of tulle covering the entire town, looking vaguely disturbed.

All sorts of passers-by seemed not to care about it. They passed by the reincarnations in twos and threes, and they seemed to be lively.

Xiao Li lazily leaned against the railing on the side of the street to observe them, and took a bite of the sandwich he took out.

Along the way, many children dressed in the same age as the little boy passed by them, but when those people were nowhere to be seen, the little boy in the CG of the business card still never appeared.

"It won't be... something happened last night, right?" Wen Wenwen waited for a long time, but he still couldn't find anyone, as if thinking of some miserable picture, his face was not very good, "or I hit a ghost in the morning. ?"

"No." Xiao Li glanced at him faintly, and then swallowed the contents of his mouth. "With the **** character when I knocked on the door last night, if he had an accident, his mother would definitely find out. I found out, now their neighborhood will not be so peaceful."

"But he definitely saw something." Kesia frowned. "It's not too late. Let's wait."

No one else disagrees.

It wasn't until another twenty minutes later, when everyone else was already anxious, that the little boy finally appeared in the eyes of the samsaraists.

He rushed out of the door as if there was something behind him chasing him, his mother stood behind and shouted anxiously: "Xu Jiaheng! You have your clothes in order, you are late!"

Xu Jiaheng covered his ears, regardless of whether his clothes were buttoned properly or his hair was not combed, and it was messy like a hedgehog's head.

He didn't know where he should go, he just kept running forward.

Suddenly Xu Jiaheng felt black in front of him, and a tall object blocked him. He slammed into it and almost fell back.

Bruce, who stopped him, grabbed his arm in time to avoid this tragic situation.

"Who are you?" Xu Jiaheng stammered.

He had never seen these people. They looked strangely dressed, and at first glance they weren't the people in the town.

Bruce: "Someone who can help you."

Kelsia bent down and said softly to the obviously frightened little boy: "Don't be afraid, we know you have encountered something that ordinary people can't imagine. Can you tell us these things? We might have a way to help you."

Wang Huai suddenly laughed. He remembered what he had seen on the forum, and said to Xiao Li: "That person is the president of the Hell Association, he is an elite in the ghost exorcism world."

Xiao Li: "..."

How could even Wang Huai know about this association he made up and talked casually?

What Xiao Li didn't know was that Zheng Yi had spent a lot of effort to promote the "Hell Association", even for example, Tianji and others joined this association...

Xu Jiaheng was in a state of extreme helplessness. He couldn't believe his parents. He told his neighbors and classmates that no one believed him. Now hearing these people flicker, he suddenly went to the doctor in a sudden illness and believed.

"Yes, that's the case, I...I've hit a ghost!"

"I kept seeing a person on the basketball court yesterday. I can't remember his appearance, but he followed me and followed me when he got home. Also, my mother changed last night. She changed when she gave me fruit. I was deformed and grew up a lot; I still had hair knocking on my window last night. I only have hair and no hands. The room I live in is on the third floor!" Xu Jiaheng said in one breath, "I thought it was a dream, so I opened my eyes. That hair is still there, and this time there is even a note!"

"Then, then I was scared and fainted."

Wen Wenwen: "………………"

He glanced at Xiao Li calmly.

Xiao Li:? ? ?

Will the characters in this year's plot be too fragile?

Xu Jiaheng did not pay attention to the subtle changes in the faces of the people in front of him, and then said: "I obviously fell on the ground. I remember it clearly, but when I woke up, I was no longer on the ground, but on the bed."

Xu Jiaheng clearly remembered his feelings at the time. In the early morning, he woke up from a coma and found himself lying on the soft bed. There was no hair knocking on the window outside the window, only the soft moonlight shining through the curtains from the corner. In the room, the unfinished last night was on the table.

Everything before seemed like a dream.

Xu Jiaheng can't distinguish between nightmares and reality. Could it be that what happened last night was the nightmare he had because he was too tired?

He turned his neck and felt some pain in the back of his head, so he got up from the bed and stepped barefoot on the smooth floor.

Xu Jiaheng wanted to turn on the light in the room, but found that the light was not on. I don't know if it was a power outage or it was broken. He could only come to the window, closed his eyes and opened the curtains, and illuminated by moonlight.

He stood at the desk and looked at the homework on the desk. The questions on it were exactly the same as the ones he had left before.

Although he wanted to believe that everything was a dream, but looking at this exercise book at this time, he couldn't help but think of another possibility——

That is when he was in a coma, a person came in, pulled him to the bed, and closed the curtains for him.

Maybe it is his mother who does all this!

I just don’t know, is it a normal mother, or...

That deformed mother.

It must be the latter. After all, if a normal mother sees him falling to the ground, how could she not find a doctor?

The more Xu Jiaheng thought about it, the more infiltrating he felt. He came to the door of the room subconsciously, carefully opened a slit, and went to look outside.

The downstairs is quiet, there is no movement, I think my mother should have been asleep.

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned around, but was startled by the flashing eyes in the closet.

Gang, just now was that... an eye?

When Xu Jiaheng looked at Dingqing, that eye had disappeared, and there was deep darkness in the closet that was not completely closed.

Xu Jiaheng didn't know where the courage came from. His first reaction was not to run outside, but to walk towards the wardrobe step by step.

What it is?

He plucked up his courage and opened the closet door.

"Ouch!" A familiar person rolled out of it, and she fell directly to the ground, leaning on her waist to stand up.

Xu Jiaheng couldn't believe that this man turned out to be his mother!

It's not the magnified version of the deformed mother who was against the ceiling. The woman hiding in the closet in front of her has a familiar face, a familiar voice, and a normal body, but she is hiding in the closet late at night and peering at herself!

Xu Jiaheng: "Mom...?"

His mother leaned on her waist and walked directly to the door of the room without any embarrassment: "Hey, I just came to see you, are you asleep? Go to bed earlier."

Hiding in the closet and peeking...?

Xu Jiaheng's mind was blank. He didn't know what he should do. He watched his mother walk out of the room and fell back on the bed.

This was not enough. He retracted into the quilt and covered his head with the quilt until the morning came.

Because of the strange behavior of his mother last night, Xu Jiaheng didn't dare to go downstairs when he was in school, until his mother urged him like nothing happened. He stuffed his head and put on his clothes, quickly bypassed his mother and escaped from the house.

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