I Wasn't Born Lucky

Just when the reincarnators took the elevator up to the 20th floor, somewhere in the future paradise.

Two people were leaning on the window sill, looking at the picture at their feet.

If there were reincarnators here, they would be able to recognize the identities of these two at a glance. They were Mr. Sun and his friend opposite him.

Mr. Sun is still wearing his daytime clothes, but he just put more gel on his hair to make it look more stylish.

He looked at the friend opposite, and asked the question that existed during the day with some confusion: "Why did you say that at noon? If they stayed here, wouldn't they add a lot of uncertainties to our plan?"

The friend was looking at the scene in front of him almost intoxicated. Hearing that he flicked his neckline with his hand, he asked Mr. Sun: "How can one thing happen absolutely?"

Mr. Sun was stunned for a moment: "You mean..."

"—That is to prohibit that matter." A slight sarcasm flashed in the friend's eyes, "I was observing this group of security guards when they came in, and the person standing in the middle was their leader. "

"This person's behavior is very familiar. Even I have heard of it. He is used to putting the mission book in his pocket. It should be one of those names. But no matter who he is, Sherlock, Moriarty, Or Hercule, they all belong to the same category of people in essence.”

He pointed to his temple with his finger, and described: "Stubborn and conceited, with some neurological problems, very dangerous, not easy to control. Such people often like to pretend to be smart, and like to run to the most exciting places."

He puts the accent on the word "stimulate".

"So... did you say that on purpose?" Mr. Sun leaned forward, and something protruded from his pocket, and he stuffed it back with his hand.

"Yes, the more I warned him not to go to the exhibition hall, the faster he went."

"Although he is on the twentieth floor now, I am afraid that he has already flown to the exhibition hall. By the time he finds out that our real intention is in the office building, what we have to do has already ended, and it will be impossible for him to rush back from the exhibition hall." It's too late." My friend imagined the scene at that time, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy, "What's more, he hasn't seen through my identity-I like to see this kind of people regretting."

Mr. Sun also relaxed his mind. The tragedy in the exhibition hall he saw this morning really left him with lingering fears, but the words of his friend soothed him.

"It's tonight," he thought expectantly.

Inside the elevator, first floor, second floor, third floor...

It takes a while to count numbers from one to twenty, let alone in a closed elevator.

Time seems to be stretched infinitely by some kind of force. Every time the number on the elevator control panel advances by one digit, Fu Guangbo has to worry whether the elevator will stop suddenly and then stay on a certain floor forever, or if something is missing. Come in from the outside.

He had a rich imagination, and his breathing became short of breath just by brain supplementation.

Fortunately, what Fu Guangbo was worried about didn't happen. The elevator went smoothly all the way and reached the top floor soon.

The elevator door opened faintly, illuminating the twentieth floor of this floor.

Mr. Sun's office is at the end of the corridor on this floor, occupying a large area, almost half of the floor.

In addition to the president's office on this floor, there is a large conference room and a large office on both sides of the corridor.

The door of the big office is translucent. Through the door, you can see that there are many workstations in the office, which are separated by plastic partitions. There is a bathroom in the innermost part of the office, and coffee is placed as soon as you come out. Machines, water purifiers and other items.

The reincarnators stepped out of the elevator, but did not act rashly.

Fu Guangbo stayed at the back this time, holding down the door of the elevator with his hand so that it would not close easily, so that the light from the elevator could always illuminate the half circle around him.

"Where shall we patrol first?"

The light of the flashlight shook the door plate at the door of the conference room, then the office, and finally shone vertically on Mr. Sun's office.

"Let's start with the nearest one." Xiao Li lowered his eyes and glanced at his pockets.

The right side of his pocket has always been a small yellow book, and the left side used to be Tanli's territory, but now it has been occupied by the lamp ghost.

Since the light bulb was picked up, it looked like it had been severely injured. It forced the doll into a corner. Not only could it not sit, but it could only stand, showing a little hair.

Xiao Li rubbed the doll's hair with his hands, and directly opened the door of the big office.

The rest followed him, the elevator lost its barrier, closed again, stayed in place, and drove down after a while.

The environment in the office is actually good, the walls are white and the chairs are very new, but the partitions on the workstations are very strange.

According to common sense, employees with the same qualifications sit at the same table, and there is rarely any interruption in the middle, especially this kind of almost full-body interruption, like a miniature version of the phone booth.

And these blocks are not only big and small, but some even have strange shapes, which look like monsters in the dark night.

As soon as Ye Zeqing came in, he frowned cautiously: "What department is this? How do you work here?"

"There is no sign at the door." Fu Guangbo paid special attention to it when he came in, "How can there be such a desk in the office on the same floor as the president?"

Future Paradise...

Xiao Li walked to one of the workstations where the big head and the small body were separated, sat down suddenly, and obediently put both elbows on the table.

The upper part of this workstation seemed very empty, and the lower part was too narrow, as if it was not a seat for normal people at all, but a custom-made seat for freaks with such a structure.

"When we first came here, did anyone notice that there were people here during the day?" Chen Jinghan asked in a low voice while stepping on the carpet.

Chen Jinghan: "At that time, my focus was on Mr. Sun's side, who would care about this?"

Xiao Li's voice came from the station where he was sitting: "I have seen that the shutters were drawn outside the gate at that time, so I couldn't see inside."

And Tan Li didn't respond to anything inside, including Ye Zeqing's ghost body.

Chen Jinghan: "..."

Well, forget about the boss.

Fu Guangbo tried to speculate: "Then this place... will change at night? Just like those exhibition halls?"

"In the afternoon, the person opposite Mr. Sun told us not to go to the exhibition hall. Does that mean that the changes in the exhibition hall will be different every night?"

However, the more he speculated, the more he felt that all kinds of clues were intertwined, and it was impossible to solve the mystery.

He subconsciously looked at Xiao Li, but the other person's face was buried in the workstation, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

This was also beyond the expectations of Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing. Based on their understanding of Xiao Li, they thought that Xiao Li would be the first one who wanted to quickly end here and go to the exhibition hall, but they didn't expect him to do so. Take it easy.

Fu Guangbo stayed near Xiao Li, not daring to go far, but couldn't help looking around with his eyes.

If it’s just this level of change, it should be okay. If you finish patrolling with the boss earlier, you should be able to complete it... But will it be more dangerous to go to the exhibition hall? Do you need to leave Hercule altogether?Let's ask him first if he has found any clues.

He thought wildly, his eyes flicking uncontrollably.

In order to save power, only Fu Guangbo's flashlight is on at present to prevent the power from running out of power.

Fu Guangbo waved the flashlight, and recognized his own from the sound of his companion's breathing.

"Pa--" Time passed by one minute and one second, and just when he thought it would continue like this, a loud noise exploded in his ears.

Fu Guangbo almost jumped up almost immediately, the sound was like a thick stick hitting his nerves.

"what?!"

Including Xiao Li, everyone looked at where the voice came from.

It was a cabinet, tightly attached to the wall, sandwiched between the front and rear workstations.

Just like the metal cabinets that ordinary companies store documents, there is a key inserted in it. The metal cabinets are not too big, only reaching the waist of ordinary humans.

The sound just now came from inside this metal cabinet.

To make matters worse, Fu Guangbo was the closest to it, and he heard the loud noise most clearly. It sounded like...

A "person" hid inside, slapping the cabinet door with the palm of his hand.

But this metal cabinet is so small that it is not big enough to hold a person.

——or rather, a complete human being.

Fu Guangbo's legs began to tremble unceasingly, he quickly ran two steps back, his eyes fixed on the metal cabinet.

And the "person" in the closet seemed to know that he was looking at him, and slapped the closet door again: "Slap!"

What was even more frightening was that the cabinet door gradually loosened and slowly opened outwards under the impact from inside.

Through the gap in the cabinet door, Fu Guangbo could clearly see the existence inside.

It was a face, head down, tucked in an armpit.

This "person" was crooked all over, his arms were wrapped around his neck, and his legs were twisted in a zigzag shape, like a twist.His whole head was upside down, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was staring at Fu Guangbo.

One of its hands pushed against the door of the metal cabinet, pushing it outwards, and at the same time, its twisted body trembled, as if it was going to crawl out of the cabinet, and a "hissing" sound came out of its throat.

Fu Guangbo shook his hand, but in the next second, a figure stood in front of him.

At the same time, the twisted man only felt his hand being held back by another hand.

Tin Cabinet Ghost: ? ? ?

Afterwards, the two cabinet doors that opened outwards were pushed in hard, and the world inside the cabinet turned into darkness again.

Just as Xiao Li stood up from his work station, he turned the key of the metal cabinet, locked the door, then pulled out the key, and patted the inside from the outside: "Stay with the inside, don't run out all the time. .”

disturb his thinking.

The ghost in the tin cabinet: "..."

In the dark cabinet, it adjusted its posture with difficulty, shot out its twisted hands tremblingly, and tried to push the cabinet door...

——I really can’t push it away!

And it was locked from the outside.