I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Xiao Li turned back to hand the 300 pieces to the man. The other party quickly took it and then stuffed it into his pocket. Then he pointed to the tablet and said, "My brother is here. You continue to worship. You are so sincere. He has a spirit in heaven." I know, I will feel gratified."

Zhang Wei will not feel relieved that Xiao Li does not know, but he feels that Zhang Yi is a ghost, the first thing may be to come back to find this unlucky brother.

Zhu Yiting and others saw that the photo crisis had been lifted. Together with the fact that they had been discovered, they simply came in from the corner and outside the door, and smashed a few slaps against the tablet.

Then Xiao Li looked at his younger brother and asked quite directly: "Would you like to find a black box when you sorted out Mr. Zhang's relics?"

When he said this, Tao Fei nervously slammed into the man, her hand in her pocket, ready to pick up the ghost.

"Black box?" The man raised his eyebrows to the left and glanced at Xiao Li. "I haven't seen it."

Xiao Li has been observing his look. He saw that the doubts in the other side's eyes were not falsified. He pointed to the coffin parked on the side and asked: "Have you seen your brother today?"

His topic turned too fast. Listening to Tao Fei’s ears was a bit too direct, not to mention the man who had a bad temper. The other person immediately changed his face and his voice was high: "What do you mean?"

When Tao Fei saw this shackle, he immediately tried to appease the other person. He said softly: "He just asks, don't mind, we have a little friendship with your older brother, so I care about him..."

"That can't be done in my brother's mourning hall," the more the man said, the more angry he was. "This point comes to worship, but also sneaky, what are you doing?! Is the village chief calling you?"

Tao Fei: "No, no, you misunderstood, we really just come to worship your older brother."

Xiao Li was stopped behind Tao Fei and sighed silently. He naturally extended a hand to Zhu Yiting.

Zhu Yiting: "........."

He didn't really want to admit that he got the meaning of Sherlock in a second. The young man took out three hundred dollars from his pocket and smacked it in the palm of his hand. He made a "I have no money." The mouth shape indicates that the other side has to change a sheep's wool.

Xiao Li extended a hand and crossed the Tao Fei who was just defending. He shot the money in front of Zhang Wei’s younger brother. The other party’s look changed and immediately took over the three banknotes. The fire was gone: “Well, if you have any questions, ask. Mr. Reporter, remember to beautify me in the report and make a recommendation. Our family's dishes are good."

Struggling to think about how to appease Zhang Wei’s younger brother, Tao Fei: “.........”

- What people are saying this is!

There are many people in the world, most of them will be inseparable for the death of their loved ones. It’s just that from the behavior of Zhang Wei’s younger brother who is going to lose money, it is obvious that he does not belong to the former, but the part that sees the money. .

Xiao Li asked: "Do you remember how your brother died?"

"I don't know the specifics," Zhang Xiao's younger brother recalled the picture at the time. "My brother and I were separated. His wife died early. I haven't married yet. I usually see it once a week. Just yesterday, I didn't have a personal hand to collect food, and asked him for help. As a result, he didn't respond, I just broke in and found that he already..."

When he said this, there was a slight depression on his face: "We haven’t had such a thing for many years here. I went to the village head. The village chief said that it should be drowned, reminding me to bury it soon. Let me not tell others as soon as possible... Yes, Mr. Reporter, don’t say that I said it."

Xiao Li nodded and promised him: "The last question, is there any special custom in your village?"

"Custom?" The man thought for a moment. "Nothing special, I slept at nine in the evening. Is this counted?"

Zhu Yiting, who listened quietly to the side, couldn’t help but interrupt: "Which custom is this?"

"That's gone." The man said.

Xiao Li nodded thoughtfully and ended his questioning. Then Tao Fei asked him a few simple questions. They left here together.

**********

At the same time, a certain residence in the village of Jue.

A middle-aged woman is folding a straw with a straw under the lamp. There is a pile of straw at her feet. Her surname is Li. Everyone calls her Li Wei.

Although the light in the house was dim, her hand was very dexterous, and the skill was quite skillful, quickly turning the straw into a human form.

She stood up with the scarecrow, took a small dressing box from the cupboard next to it, opened the dressing box, and took a brass bell and a box of rouge from it.

She applied the rouge on the index finger and wiped it on the scarecrow's heart. Muttered in her mouth: "The hour has come, the soul is coming back, the hour has arrived..."

However nothing happened.

Li Wei looked at his index finger, his eyes flashed a little, and then bit it, squeezed a drop of blood, replaced the original rouge, and then continued to meditate on that paragraph.

The room was still calm and there was no movement that she expected.

Her figure was so settled and stood still. After a long time, she sighed and put everything back, including the scarecrow, back to the bed and ready to fall asleep.

Just at the moment when she was on the bed, the long-lost wooden door came out with a clear knock on the door.

"Who?" She sat up again and asked outside the door.

"...is me." A rough voice sounded, it belonged to a man in the village.

Li Wei recognized the voice of the person outside the door. She let go and walked over and opened the door: "Zhang Wei, how come this time to find me?"

The man's lips outside the door were white, his face was blue, and people who didn't know under the moonlight of the moon looked at it and thought it was dead.

Zhang Wei did not speak. He handed the black box in his hand to the other side, and the arm was bent with some unnatural stiffness.

Li Wei took the box with doubt: "What is this? How do you look so ugly today, what happened?"

Zhang Yu’s secret eyes were transferred from the box to the face of a middle-aged woman, and the voice hoarsely said: “Open it.”

Then he went far in the other's sight.

Li Wei stood at his door and looked at the box in his hand. He decided to catch up and ask - she turned back and tried to keep up with Zhang Hao’s back, but the man seemed to be walking slowly, but he was always In front of her, she could not catch up until she followed his back to the hall.

Lingtang...? !

Li Wei immediately realized that something was wrong. The fear of being seen by the acquaintances came up again. She looked at the two white lanterns in panic and walked in step by step until she saw the middle. The board, she directly squatted on the ground: "This... what is going on?!"

The whole movement of her was too big. Zhang Wei’s younger brother rushed out of his mouth and saw Li Wei. He took a moment to come forward and help each other: “Hey, Li Wei, what’s wrong with this? Come to worship my brother?"

Li Wei didn't know where the strength came. She grabbed Zhang Xiao's younger brother's collar: "Zhang, I ask you, when did your brother die?"

Zhang Chang’s temper is not good. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to swear, but look at Li’s face is not right. He pressed his temper: “Just yesterday. I have something to go to his house to find him. He found that he was lying on the ground. The gas broke, and the village chief knows, let me not tell others, stop for seven days and bury it."

What Zhang Chang did not say was that the village chief also gave him some money. He agreed not to sing in the village, otherwise he would have to give enough greed for each household with his temper.

"But me... but I just saw him!" Li Wei pointed at the black box that fell to the ground and said, "He came to my house to find me and gave me this!"

"How is it possible? Li Wei, are you dreaming?" Zhang Chang does not believe in ghosts and gods - in fact, he is not a native of the Soul Village. He was only brought back to his hometown by his parents after he was ten years old. He put The black box picked up and opened it directly. "The foreigners who came here have also mentioned what black box, I want to see what is inside..."

Li Wei looked pale, she did not know why there was a bad feeling in her heart, and quickly reached out to stop Zhang Chang, but the other party had already taken the lead in the first step, her eyes stared at the inside of the black box, Li Wei looked out Go, breathe out.

*************

Xiao Li and his party returned directly to the room.

Shi Ye and others sat at the bed and waited for them. Shi Ye saw someone returning. The first one stood up and looked at them one by one with gaze: "Do you find anything?"

Tao Fei quickly looked at Xiao Li and wanted to ask for the consent of the other party. However, the boy had already sat at the small table and did not plan to take care of Shi Ye. So Tao Fei hesitated: "The family in the west died, called Zhang Wei, the one in the title cg, is swinging head seven. When we went, it was attacked by him, but fortunately his younger brother appeared in time, we have nothing to do."

Shi Ye: "How did he die? Is it related to the black box?"

Tao Fei shook his head. "We still don't know this. His brother said that he had never seen a black box. When he went to find his brother, he knew that his brother was dead. He also said that the village chief told them not to stretch."

"The village head..." Shi Ye walked back and forth in the room. "He must be a breakthrough! Let's ask him!"

Shi Ye was there to ask the heat, Zhu Yiting was unusually quiet.

The young man grabbed his two little friends into the corner and gave a part of his mind to pay attention to Xiao Li. He whispered to them: "I remember, Sherlock, do you remember?"

Yongchun and the third person Fan Renqi brushed his head.

Zhu Yiting continued: "On the forum, share the thigh teammate posts you have seen, and Ye Lingxuan is still bubbling - I will say how familiar this name is!"

Yongchun changed his angle and looked at the dark-haired boy who stared at the oil lamp and stared at the task book. He felt that the other person looked very harmless, green and quiet at this time. He recalled the post describing Sherlock. The words, could not help but ask: "Is he?"

Fan Ren thinks about the key words of Sherlock in his post: strange, powerful, and stunned, he thinks about the excuseme that he asked all the time in his heart.

"It is him." Fan Ren said firmly.

Zhu Yiting yelled at their pockets with anger and anger: "He made me lose six hundred pieces today, Grandpa Mao, RMB!"

"The information that can be bought with money is not difficult." Yongchun comforted him. "And people don't all say that they will pay you back. You remember to ask him to be a micro-signal, and have money and get someone's WeChat, isn't it? Beautiful."

Zhu Yiting was suddenly said to be so angry: "Yes, I will have his micro-signal when I am, and I will mad at you."

At this time, the focus of their discussion, Xiao Li is seriously confrontation with Xiao Huang at the table.

Xiao Huangben was quiet for a while, and now he resolutely asked Xiao Li: [Do you really want to sleep in Datong shop? Baby, I know that you are not used to sleep, don't force yourself, I have other places to let you sleep. 】

Xiao Li wrote a sentence with a black pen: "I will sleep here."

In the description of Xiao Huangben, this room seems to be more full of crisis than the ghost world: [Hazard here. 】

Xiao Li:?

[There are other men, dangerous. 】 Xiao Huangben firmly shows that [... women do not work, it is also dangerous. 】

In the world of Xiao Huangben, it may only be safe for him to be around, although Xiao Li’s view is exactly the opposite of him – if he promised Xiao Huangben to go to sleep, he felt that he might face a wake up. The dilemma of being miserable...

This is better than a haunted horror!

Xiao Li, who swears, writes smoothly with the other hand: "Other people are not beasts, what is the danger? No one in this place will have the mood to do that kind of thing."

He silently filled in his heart: except you.

Xiao Huang Ben: [Even if they didn't show it, I think they think so in my heart, I can't stand it. 】

[Because I like you, I want to kiss you. When you fall asleep, I can't hold it. I can describe a bunch of actions I want to do for you, but I have been patient. This was originally the thing I was least good at, and now because of you, it has become something I am not doing all the time. 】

Xiao Li’s nib was stopped on the pale yellow paper. Because of the loss of control, a black scratch was slid on it. The black-haired boy looked at the handwriting and filled with an inexplicable ellipsis.

After a long time, he wrote: "... Why is it me? Do I know you? You are a ghost, I have not encountered a ghost before entering the world."

This time, Xiao Huangben paused for a long time. It seems to be thinking. It has a lot of words to say, but it can finally come to the paper: [Because you are the cutest. 】

There are still some expectations of Xiao Li: "........."

- There will be hope for Xiao Huangben's answer, he is still too naive!

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