I Wasn’t Born Lucky

The doll's hair was only revealed for a moment. Xu Mei Jinghong slammed his eyes and slammed his eyes. It had not yet been confirmed by her, and it had disappeared without a trace.

Plus that phone...

Xu Mei quickly walked away from the door of Xiao Li's room, she had a bold idea.

She didn't think about Xiao Li's sorcerer's sorcerer. Like ordinary people, where would they deal with ghosts? And Xiao Li seems to be a young man, reading a class every day, living in Xiao Zhai has never had any moths, and there is no way for a demon person like Mr. Ye to have no way to go - Xu Mei’s inner thought is Mr. Ye left the ghost with Xiao Li, and he would not kill him at once, but he would be scared by the infinite fear.

She thought so, the original haze caused by Mr. Ye’s disappearance was scattered.

Xu Mei put a soft voice, called the servant to come to a bowl of sweet soup, and listened to Xiao Ming’s ear to educate the younger son not to approach Xiao Li again.

The graceful back of the lady quickly disappeared under the stairs in the hall. Behind a rose in the vase, the man showed one eye and stared at her in a dull manner.

Xu Mei thought it was good, but soon, she found out that the facts were not as she wished.

When Xiao’s master didn’t come back, she was alone in the master bedroom.

The bed was soft and smooth silk, and the whole room was filled with the aroma that Xu Mei liked. She always liked flowers and plants, and put a pot of rare orchids on the bed.

She turned off the desk lamp, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.

Xu Meiping's quality of sleep is good, but I don't know why today. There is always a feeling of being in the air. She is lying in bed for about ten minutes, or she opens her eyes again.

She is not okay, this is a sly, but she saw a shadow sitting at the end of her bed!

Because of the long-term closed eyes, Xu Mei can see the things in the dark, the thing seems to be a doll, wearing a very fat, can not see the five senses.

"What a ghost thing!" Xu Mei's chest violently undulating, she climbed up from the bed and reached for the desk lamp.

But the doll was moved. In Xu Mei’s stunned look, it grew from small to large, turned into a life-size ghost, dressed in a **** school uniform, standing on the edge of the orchid on the bed and buried his head. Go in.

It was very close to Xu Mei, and the smell of **** smell spread. Xu Mei’s scream was stunned in the eyes of her, and her hands and feet trembled in the other direction.

The figure did not care for her, it stood in the same place, looked up when Xu Mei was running outside the door, looked at the door and left the house.

Xu Mei has never experienced such a thing. Seeing that the ghost disappeared, she stumbled into the door and screamed and shouted: "Ah-! Come here! There are ghosts!"

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Inside the other room, Xiao Li was lying on the chair lazily, stuffing a piece of pastry in his mouth and playing the game with his mobile phone.

Since Zhou Ying got into this mobile phone, he has a program that has been running in the background, called Happy Music.

The child is still a child.

Xiao Li manipulated his own characters and killed his opponent to get a double kill, thinking with emotion.

He has already aired Xiao Huang this day, and he also played a game for a day. Xiao Li is different from Xiao Ming. Xiao Ming is very busy every day, not only working days, but even Xu Mei has used various training courses for the weekend. Full, and Xiao Li, even if there is no one to go to class, Xiao Li will be happy.

He was playing the game, and there was a lot of movement outside the door, listening to the sound like the voice of the master bedroom.

Xiao Litou did not lift, he had no feelings and curiosity at all, but not to mention Xu Mei - the strange taxi Xiao Li has not forgotten, the reason why he is not because of someone to kill now It’s also because of the 80% confidence that the master messenger behind the scenes is Xu Mei.

He has some vengeance, and Xu Mei can't be as refreshing as the attacker.

A gust of wind blew, the curtains drifted with the night wind, and the dolls returned to the window.

After a meal, Xiao Li coveted the settlement interface on the phone, mvp gave him again, and sent a message in the private chat box: "Come on?"

Xiao Li: "Not coming."

Sinking: "Yes. When are you going back to school?"

Xiao Li: "Not necessarily, look at the mood."

Sinking should be a cry, off the assembly line.

Xiao Li put down his mobile phone and glanced at the small yellow book. The small book that was suppressed under the bag was very small. It had been shaken for a long time, but it did not come to Xiao Li’s attention. It is now quiet.

He walked over and lifted the bag, and he ran down a piece of paper from the air, and happened to float into the boy's hand.

To be precise, it is not a piece of paper, but a formal invitation letter with a family crest that Xiao Li does not know on the back. It looks like a sword, surrounded by rose-like flowers, and front. Then write with a smooth pen:

[Mr. Dear Detective, it is getting closer and closer to the date of the agreement, lest you forget it. I would like to remind you to come to Tartarus Manor at 6 pm that day, waiting for your drive. 】

The payment is a fluent English name.

Tartalos Manor... This name is not so good.

Xiao Li’s thoughts just jumped out. In the next second, Xiao Li turned around and the scenery in front of her eyes gradually changed.

At first it was a tree-lined path surrounded by towering trees that covered the sky above the head. Going forward, the end of the trail is a strait, with a floating cable as a wooden bridge connecting the other end of the strait. On the cliff at the end, stands a magnificent castle.

The waves under the cliffs slammed against the cliffs, swaying one after another.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the old castle. It is surrounded by thorny thorns on the fence of the guard. The surface of the castle is covered with traces of the years, which are ancient and mysterious.

At the gate of the fence, there were two stone carvings sitting on it. They were two benevolent angels with white wings and a smile on their faces, revealing a small half tooth.

[Taltalos Manor is an ancient manor belonging to the Nordic aristocracy. After years of baptism, I don’t know how many unknown truths have been buried. If you have received the invitation, come to this secret covenant. Maybe you can fulfill your wish here, maybe you will harvest your soul here, all under your choice. 】

When Xiao Li opened his eyes again, he was already standing at the door of the manor, and the sea breeze behind him almost stood unsteadily.

There are still a few people like him, and there are far fewer people in the orphanage. They are looking at each other's buildings and other people.

This time, the copy world is so short.

The invitation was still in Xiao Li’s palm, and Xiao Huang was floating in front of the teenager. The large sheet of paper showed:

[Remaining safety time: three minutes. 】

[This mission: 1. Survival in the Tartarus Manor for seven days; 2. Crack the truth here. The above tasks can be completed as you like. After the completion, they will be randomly transmitted back to the real world. 】

[Hide task: 1. Don't ignore me; 2. Don't leave me alone; 3. Kiss me, the above tasks must be completed. 】

Xiao Li put away Xiao Huang Ben, turned over the invitation for two seconds, paused for two seconds on the words "Mr. Detective" above - he was not a detective in reality, which means In this copy... his role is a detective? This is quite consistent with the pseudonym he used.

There weren't many reincarnations this time, so the rest of the people came together spontaneously, and each one looked like a thoughtful person and didn't look like a new person.

A young brown-haired young man took the lead in picking up his invitation and smiled at everyone: "Talta Luosi Manor, this is not a good name, I think we have won the prize."

"What do you mean?" asked another woman, who dialed the hair in front of her eyes.

"Taltalos means 'hell' in Greek mythology." The brown-haired youth looks like a gentle big brother. "Where the name is, it is terrible to have ghosts."

"I haven’t entered yet, just scare yourself?" Since I have been here, the uncle who has been embracing his chest with both hands disdainfully said, "I don't believe it. I will live here if I have a copy of the hundred people?"

The youth put away their invitation letter: "I am just worried. I hope that this is not the case. The number of people here is small. I am afraid that it is a copy of the team. Do we have to know a few of them? My name is Ye Ling."

"Ye Lingxuan, command order, visual view?!" A young man who has never been open-mouthed surprised that he obviously heard the reputation of this person, and his tone of voice brought a bit of joy, "Forum The last round of the ranking of 98?!"

Ye Ling smiled and said modestly: "I am indeed this name. This ranking... there is no need to pay more attention. We are only reincarnations. Once we encounter high-level ghosts, sometimes we can only rely on luck and struggle for survival. ”

Thigh!

"My name is Wu fill, please take care of it." The young man’s eyes slammed and the other people looked at the harmless youth.

That forum ranking Xiao Li only saw it last night, I did not expect to be able to have a name on it so soon. Although it is only the 98th, it is still on the list.

Next, they exchanged names with each other. Almost the last person's introduction voice just fell, and safe time is up.

An old man with silver hair was standing on the edge of the railing. The old man's hair was all combed back with a slap in the face. His appearance was silent and there was no movement at all.

"Good dear guests, good evening." The old man owes a slight owe, slow movement, but there is no rigidity of ordinary ghosts. "I am the housekeeper Ronnie here, please come with me."

When he spoke, he opened the iron gate of the manor, and the iron gate was rusted with rust and rust.

Ronnie led them into the castle. After entering the iron gate, the air here exudes an ancient taste, which is a mixture of grass and rust.

They stopped at the lobby on the first floor, and the housekeeper Ronnie pointedly upstairs: "Dear guests, the clothes are ready for you, please go to the room and change clothes and have dinner."

The old butler led the crowd through their room. Everyone went to the room and let a person go in. I wanted to come to this room to be good. In the end, Xiao Li was assigned to the middle of the third floor. He pushed the door open and glanced at it. I saw the suit on the bed.

Xiao Li turned back and went to the door. The room was covered with a velvet dark red carpet. The foot was very soft. He took out a small yellow book and thought about it and stuffed it under the clothes before he took off his clothes.

The back of the teenager is one inch and one inch apart with the clothes off and naked. It is exposed like a smooth jade. Soon, another set of completely different clothing covers the precious treasure and blocks all of it. Glorious.

It was a western-style shirt, vest and cloak. The black vest outlined the slim figure of a young boy, and with a hat, Xiao Li felt like a famous big detective in cos.

As soon as he was dressed, Xiao Huang was here: [Why are you angry? 】

[Because I said I want to kiss you? 】

[This is a very normal thing, I like you, so I want to be close to you, I don't need to be angry with this. 】

It showed so much at once, and the middle of the road was still turning, trying to bring out a new topic: [This dress is very nice, it is very lining you. 】

[Of course, what you wear is very good looking, not wearing the best. 】

Xiao Li looked at its innocent look, but what he wanted to say was stuck again - he could hardly imagine that there would be such a color. Ghost? The color is so open and pure.

In the end, the boy tangled a bit, and wrote: "...I am angry because you want to kiss me because you are abnormal."

Correct! If it is not abnormal, who will say this, and describe it in such detail, just like writing Xiao Huangwen? ! Still want to kiss him like this?

Xiao Huangben is not ashamed of it, but is also proud of it: [You want to call me anything, but don't ignore me. 】

Xiao Li suddenly became weak, and there is a feeling of being too lazy to care about it - anyway, it is just a small yellow book, and there is no entity! The two sentences are colored... two sentences!

He closed the book and gave himself the cuffs and walked out of the room.

When Xiao Li went out, there were already a few people gathered in the hall. They were entangled in the old butler Ronnie’s constant inquiry. The first person to open was Ye Lingxuan. He changed his suit and looked like a modern business. Elite: "Mr. Ronnie, dare to ask the owner here...?"

He did not dare to directly ask "the reason for inviting us" or "what is the agreement", for fear of exposing itself to the eyes of ghosts, only to temper like this.

The old butler was cold and said: "The Lord Duke has his own business and please understand the guests."

Ye Ling smiled and said: "There is no way to meet urgent matters. We don't mind."

During their conversation, the rest of the people also came out one after another, except for Ye Ling, who saw the four men, and a man and a woman. It looks like a couple, the male named He Wei, the female called He Hey, whispering to each other, but not very much with the other four. The old butler saw his hand reaching out to the other channel: "Come, please, please."

The crowd walked through the long passage inside the castle, waiting for them to be a beautiful long table with white tablecloths, a variety of Western foods placed on them, two rows of candles in the middle, candlelight In the dark night of the castle, there is a bright brilliance.

Ye Ling looked down and looked at the table with a sigh of relief: "Fortunately there are no Indian villains in the middle."

The young man named Wu fills sounds puzzled: "What is the Indian villain?"

The former woman, Xiao Li, remembered that she was Feng Fengqing. At this time, she changed her fitted European long skirt with white fur on her shoulders. She snorted and said, "No life is still there."

It is a very famous murderous model novel of the Blizzard Mountain Village. It tells the story of eight unfamiliar people who came to the island on the island. There is a nursery rhyme in the phonograph. There are ten porcelain statues on the table. Every day after that, people died in the way described by the nursery rhymes. Every dead person, the porcelain image on the table will be one less, much like their present situation.

"The difference is that the opponents they face are themselves, human beings," Ye Ling said in a deep summary. "And we are faced with ghosts and ghosts."

Devil is invincible.

The limit they can do is only to temporarily block, and then find out how to escape.

The words of youth are in the hearts of the people present. They are facing the dazzling table, but they are not eating, and have no appetite.

After a brief silence, the uncle's uncle opened his mouth impatiently: "What do you say? I don't like the person who is alarmist and open-minded, and you are so happy?"

His words are fierce and his hostility towards Ye Lingshi is serious.

The young man did not mean to fight back. He just leaned back: "What Qian Da Ge said is that I am not thinking about it."

The uncle who was surnamed money could not continue to attack. He just sent a nasal sound from the nose and looked down at the steak in his bowl. He complained: "The blood is dripping, I don't know why anyone likes to eat it. Disgusting death."

Among the couple, He Wei took a piece of cake and put it on the plate of He Wei: " Eat a little?"

He Wei shook his head and pushed the plate a little. She really had no appetite. In particular, she entered a copy of the story. She didn’t know whether she was dead or alive, and how could she have an appetite?

In the silence of the table, only Xiao Li was able to cut the steak in the bowl and hand it to the mouth, and poured a glass of red wine for himself.

This appearance of the teenager has provoked others to look at him a few more times, but fortunately, he is good-looking. Even if other people don’t quite understand how to eat at this time, no one stands up and accuses him. I sighed like this: "Good appetite."

Under the leadership of Xiao Li, the rest of the people, despite the poor appetite, still stuffed something into their mouths, and ended the dinner.

The old butler stood with his hands on one side, respectful, without any words. After everyone stopped eating, he personally cleaned up the dishes and did not ask other servants to help - I don’t know if it was not there. Other servants.

Ye Ling was very interested in this old housekeeper. He kept talking around him and asked him how long he had been working here. After a while, there was no arrangement tonight.

The old butler answered them one by one. He has been working here for ten years and invited them to free time tonight.

After the old butler Ronnie expressed his willingness to leave for a while, Ye Ling regarded him as a gentleman and turned to other people to try to explore the whole castle.

As Xiao Li touched his pocket and prepared to go back to the room, he passed the corner of the second floor and saw a bunch of people around him, looking at the portrait hanging at the end of the corridor.

It was a painting depicting the upper body of a beautiful woman. She had a pale blond hair. The eyes were blue like the sea, covering the rising smile. The inks and inks depicting her beauty.

The floor-to-ceiling windows on the side are tightly closed, and the sound of the waves on the coast is isolated. The full moon on the horizon outlines the eyebrows of the beautiful women in the oil painting.

Ye Ling stood in the forefront and looked at the beauty for a while: "This painting is a little... not quite right."

Feng Fengqing stared quietly at the people in the painting for a long time: "Where is it wrong?"

"Eyes..." Ye Ling looked back three steps.

The painting is very beautiful, and the color of the painting is extremely bright. According to the truth, it should give people a bright feeling. However, this painting is very gloomy at first glance, just like... Layer shadow.

His voice just fell, and I saw that the woman in the oil painting had suddenly looked alive and looked at it. She glanced in a certain direction. When Ye Ling looked at it and looked at it carefully, the oil painting had recovered. As it is.

Ye Ling looked back at the direction of the person in the painting. The black-haired teenager stood in the place, the black cloak covered his body, and the cuffs on his wrists were embroidered with dark red embroidery. He felt like At the sight of Ye Lingshi, the cold eyebrows and the brown-haired youth happened to be right.

Why does the painting look at him? Is it accidental? Or... is he the first victim to be stared at?

Ye Ling recalled his very special name. He was slightly addicted and asked the other person: "Sherlock, what do you think of this picture?"

Xiao Li stood still in the distance and commented: "It looks good, it looks good."

Ye Lingxuan: "............not looking at this aspect, I am referring to the feeling of the whole painting."

Xiao Li changed an adjective: "very harmonious."

Ye Lingshi can't keep up with his thinking: "Ah?"

"It's very good with this place." Xiao Li put his hand back in his pocket, and his face did not change. He didn't see the horror of the person in the painting, and did not want to accept the hint in Ye Ling's words.

Is this person's head lacking roots? It looks like a snake disease when it looks so good?

This is the first view of Ye Jia’s Dagongzi on Xiao Li.

Ye Lingxuan has not yet expressed any other words, only heard a shrill scream from afar: "Ah-! Come here, here... here someone is dead!"

Listening to the voice is the woman among the couple.

The people on the scene changed suddenly and ran towards the source of the sound.

The screams screamed at the door of the bedroom on the first floor. One of the doors was half open. The interior was decorated with other people's rooms. At the door, a man fell to the ground with his back facing up and his back. Inserting a dagger, the blood stained his clothes, dripping on the carpet, adding another color to the dark carpet.

He was screaming, and He Weizhen next to him supported her and covered her eyes. He Wei couldn’t bear to see the corpse and turned over his head, saying to everyone who was rushing: "We are outside After a while, I was preparing to go back to the room and come back to see..."

Their room is next to the dead uncle.

The old butler squeezed out from the crowd. He looked at the scene in front of him and took a sigh of coolness. He squatted down and looked at the uncle's wound: "Dr. Feng, come see?"

When he said this, Feng Fengqing was obviously embarrassed. In her invitation letter, she did write the word "doctor". It was only that she was not a doctor in reality. She even said that she could not even understand a little doctor. However, the old housekeeper said so, she could not refuse, but had to follow Ronnie's meaning, bent over and looked at it, and put her hand on the tip of the deceased: "It has not been saved."

The old butler sighed with sigh and sadness.

Feng Fengqing also felt awkward. She didn't like the uncle too much. She just saw the reincarnation who came together and died so fast. There was a feeling of sadness in the rabbit.

At this moment, Xiao Li suddenly stood up. He kneeled on the side of the uncle, blocked the eyes of others with his body, and took away the hand of the deceased - there was an invitation to be blocked there. Uncle was invited to be a "butcher."

After seeing the line, Xiao Li quietly stuffed the invitation back, and turned back to the old housekeeper who was puzzled: "I see if there are clues about the murderer."

Ronnie sighed and nodded. "There is a detective, and the murderer has nowhere to run."

Ye Lingshi immediately reacted. He instantly squeezed the old butler and fell to the ground. He looked sadly: "I am a priest, I will pray for him."

Then he put his hands on the uncle's body, checked it, and took back his hand and put a cross on his chest: "May his soul get rest."

The old butler waited for them to pray, and then they hugged the body. Before leaving, he said to the rest of the crowd: "I am sorry that this happened, I will inform the Duke, I hope you understand."

Ye Ling regards the return: "No one expected that such a thing would happen. We waited for the news of the Duke."

Ronnie took the body and left, and the remaining reincarnations stood at the door where the blood was left behind. Ye Ling took the lead and stepped into the uncle's room and rummaged through the back room.

"Is it a ghost?" Wu filled up and asked in a low voice.

The uncle is just coming, there are not many things, there is nothing extra in the room, only the value of the clothes he changed is a little searched. Ye Ling sees the uncle’s clothes and searches into the pockets. I found a pack of cigarettes, a lighter and a Swiss army knife.

The knife was not clean, and there was still blood in the blade. It was obvious that the uncle was not an innocent person - but such a dangerous reincarnation was still silent.

Ye Ling whispered to himself: "I don't know what he did to trigger the dead end..."

Xiao Li’s eyes swept over the knife, did not say anything, and left the uncle’s room.

He first went back to his room, sat at the table and spread out the small yellow book - because when he saw the picture, Xiao Huang opened the vibration mode: [She looks good? Do you like that? 】

[But I look better, do you want to see me? 】

[Actually, I think you are the best to see, I like what you do. Just like now, I really want to see you under the cloak. 】

Xiao Lisheng was afraid that it would continue to say that the other party had to drive again - the teenager defended himself: "That is the scene."

Xiao Huang Ben: [That means you don't think she looks good? 】

Xiao Li 哄 it: "No, you look good."

Xiao Huang is satisfied with it.

Xiao Li looked up and slammed into the mirror in front of the table - there is no desk, only this dressing table, much like a woman's room, a mirror in front of the dresser, some in the late night of no one terror.

The teenager stared at his face in the mirror and silently watched for half a minute. He found no abnormalities and moved his eyes.

After the death of the first person, it is now close to midnight, and the moon hanging high above the window casts a desolate atmosphere on the castle.

Xiao Li originally planned to sleep, but he could roll for a while, and he felt that his stomach was a little hungry.

The steak for dinner was full at the time, but it took so long to digest it, and he wanted to get some pastries.

When Xiao Jia’s second master used to play games and played hard, he often stayed up late to eat cakes, so that he could not stand hunger.

He hadn't taken off his clothes and went to bed, so he set out the cloak outside and walked out of his room.

The castle in the middle of the night exudes a distinctive beauty.

Every stone here, every embossed, is extremely delicate, with a solemn and historic sense.

Xiao Li went down the stairs that covered the thick carpet. He passed many doors, and some of the doors were engraved with complicated patterns and crouched in the darkness.

He looked for a while, didn't find where the kitchen was, Xiao Li paused, and finally came to the place where he saw the painting.

The beauty of the painting is still smiling to him, like a lure from hell.

Xiao Li held the phone lighting and watched her for a moment. He heard his voice echoing in this world: "Where is the kitchen?"

Blonde: "..."

The smile of the beauty in the oil painting is stiff for a moment.

"Or, where can I eat?" Xiao Li added.

The blonde converges on the smile. When she doesn't laugh, the tone of the whole painting is completely subverted. She looks even awkward - she said nothing, gracefully stood up and walked away from the frame. Go out.

When she walked out of the frame, it became a shadow on the wall. She was like a court woman, dragging the hem of her dress and passing by the wall.

The blonde walked through the cloister with Xiao Li and finally stopped in front of a door near the top floor.

The door is engraved with the badge on the invitation. The leaves of the rose are wrapped around the door, like a spider web waiting for prey.

Xiao Li pushed the door open and found that it was a studio.

The bright moonlight outside the window shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, revealing the easel in the studio, with a brush and oil on the table, a sofa in front of the easel, and a snack stand next to the sofa with a delicate snack on it.

The blonde walked over and sat down on the sofa - she looked a little lazy to lie on it, but she looked at Xiao Li and changed her mind, but sat on the sofa in a dignified manner.

Xiao Li turned over the canvas before the easel, and without exception, it was a woman. This woman had a blond hair, but she had no face.

No five senses.

Xiao Li thoughtfully put down the canvas and said to the woman sitting on the sofa: "Do you want me to paint you? In exchange for food?"

The other party nodded.

Xiao Li hesitated to pick up the brush—he didn’t learn how to paint, and he didn’t have the talent for this: “I’m not very good at drawing.”

The smile on the beauty face is deeper. She does not move, sitting in the same place, without the meaning of remorse.

Xiao Li used a pen to order some golden ink, sprinkle the color on the canvas, and began to paint.

The young man painted very slowly. He held a color plate with one hand and occasionally clicked on it with a pen. He was born like an ink painting, and in front of him was a dignified beauty. This scene light Looking at the surface is actually a very beautiful scene.

It was only when the eyes were focused on the painting that the scene became weird.

For those who have never studied oil painting, it is difficult to draw well, so this painting looks... faintly able to distinguish where the hair is from the color of the hair and the color of the eyelids, nothing more - this is still implicit description.

Xiao Li hesitated to take the picture off the easel, and then handed it to the blonde, and directly took the dish.

The oil painting girl bowed her head, turned over the drawing paper in her hand, silenced the face above, and then touched her face with her other hand, as if she was wondering what happened - then she lost and kept hanging The smile on his face returned the painting to Xiao Li.

Xiao Li shrugged his shoulders. He clipped his picture under his arm and held the plate in his right hand and left the studio.

The blonde girl sat on the spot looking at his back. After Xiao Li disappeared, she turned her head and suddenly disappeared on the wall.

Xiao Li in the hallway held the plate in one hand, and the other hand carried the picture. There was no hand to open the phone, so he did not turn on the flashlight and went straight to the room with the moonlight outside the window.

When he walked down to the floor where he was, he bumped into a young man.

Although the young man had a smile on his face, his head kept patrolling back and forth. When there was a wind and grass, he looked at it. It was obviously a little scared to the surrounding environment.

He held a candlestick in his hand, which is obviously more in line with the temperament of the castle than the mobile phone.

The young man is Ye Lingxuan. He thinks about something when he thinks about clues in the middle of the night. He wants to go to the room of the first deceased to see it. In the copy world, going out at night is a very dangerous thing, even if he is a little pressured. The means at the bottom of the box is also fearful.

The faint candlelight elongates the shadow of the youth. When moving forward to a certain distance, there is another shadow on the wall...

Ye Ling was shocked at first glance, his heartbeat almost stopped suddenly, and he was a little bit better when he found the man standing in the same place: "Mr. Sherlock, you...what are you standing here?!"

And still not lighting!

Xiao Li rushed to him to raise the plate: "Look for food."

Ye Lingxuan:? ? ?

Someone is in the haunted copy of the world, in order to find something to eat, go out?

The young suspicious eyes circumvented the plate and focused on Xiao Li’s other hand.

Xiao Li saw what he was very interested in, and he did not wait for him to ask: "By the way, I painted this picture."

Ye Lingxuan: "..."

- Wait, it should be to go out and draw this picture, and then look for it by the way, right? The primary and secondary relationship is wrong!

- Wait a second, why are you going out to paint in the middle of the night! This logic is wrong, Sherlock!

The author has something to say: Xiao Li: I have not made a mistake in the relationship between the primary and secondary, and it is you who made the mistake.

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