I Wasn't Born Lucky

Under Pan Jiming's hard work, Fu Zige, the KTV ghost, seemed to recall the past years when he was stationed in the bar. At that time, except for friends who came specially for him, there were very few guests who came to drink, or almost none of them did this for him. Bravo.

On the empty stage, the figure of a man was shown illusoryly.

It was a translucent shadow, with a slender figure, a melancholy face, and a little stubble on his chin. It was a lonely man. The most striking thing was its eyes.

It was not so obvious when looking through the crack of the door, but now looking at the whole body, these two eyes appear extremely "flexible".

The eye sockets of the KTV ghost are like a black hole, and the two blood-red eyeballs are inlaid in the eye sockets like some kind of decorations, and they can bounce up and down flexibly from time to time.

Pan Jiming let himself go: "Encore, Encore, one more song!"

The KTV ghost gently caressed the microphone in front of him with one hand, held it in the palm of his hand, and began to sing to it: "Will you ever think of me at that time, and the memories that refuse to pass..."

The melody is low, and it sounds like a man recalling the past, full of nostalgia.

"Good, it sounds good!" Pan Jiming looked around, picked up half a chair leg from the ground, and waved it up and down like a light stick, until the end of the song, he licked his thirsty mouth from cheering.

Xiao Li recorded two songs sung by KTV ghosts with her mobile phone, waiting for the other party's next song.

However, this time the KTV ghost didn't seem to intend to sing any more. It stood in front of the microphone for a long time, put its forehead against the microphone, and lowered its head deeply.

Seeing this, Xiao Li walked over, stood under the stage, looked at it, and asked tentatively, "Do you want to go with me?"

In reality, when encountering such a situation, one can only beat the ghost until it dies, or use some kind of spell to restrain and seal it, otherwise the ghost can easily gain power by killing people.

If Xiao Li doesn't care about it, there will be other existences similar to the Ye family coming later.

Fu Zige didn't raise his head, his body was gradually dissipating, turning into countless strands of smoke, and was finally sucked into the microphone in front of him.

A blood-colored eye suddenly popped out of the pitch-black microphone. It turned around nimbly, looked for the direction, and jumped from the shelf, apparently intending to jump directly into Xiao Li's arms.

But before it touched Xiao Li, a golden silk thread extended from Xiao Li's schoolbag. It was from the small yellow book that was pressed at the bottom of the box. This thread entangled the black microphone, pulled it out, and sank it in the schoolbag.

Xiao Li fumbled in his schoolbag, and found that the microphone parasitized by the KTV ghost was not there. He guessed that it was taken in by Xiao Huangben like Tan Li before.

That's good, otherwise, if there are too many companions, it will take up space. He can't hold a microphone in one hand, hide a puppet in his pocket, and run around with a light bulb or something. Now that it can enter the little yellow book, then Just go back and ask questions slowly.

With the disappearance of the KTV ghost, the coldness and silence returned to the bar.

Xiao Li was carrying his schoolbag on one shoulder, and the lamp ghost automatically jumped back. Before leaving, he said to Pan Jiming, "It's all right."

Pan Jiming saw it clearly, he thought that Xiao Li used some kind of magic weapon to take in the ghost so that he could slowly educate him, he followed behind Xiao Li and respectfully said: "Master Moriarty, thank you so much, How about when we have a meal, thank you, thank you? Then bring Ye Zeqing."

Xiao Li inexplicably thought of an inappropriate sentence: Many things of middle-aged men are settled at the dinner table.

Xiao Li shook his head: "No need."

"And the reward I promised you before—"

"No more."

"Then...then this, you must accept it," Pan Jiming took out his wallet, and took out a gold card from it, "This is our KTV VIP card, free for life, and you can enjoy the highest level of diamonds Card treatment! Don't refuse, we can be regarded as strangers, if you don't accept it, you will look down on me!"

Xiao Li was too lazy to play the game of "no, yes, no, yes" with him, so he just took it and stuffed it into his pocket.

The two of them got out of the bar gate, Xiao Li turned around and put the seal back on.

"Let me take you back, where do you live?" Pan Jiming opened the door of the car as he spoke, "Or if it's not convenient, I'll open a room for you near here. I know a hotel owner—"

Xiao Li: "I want to go back."

The previous drowsiness and tiredness had disappeared without a trace. He was wondering why Fu Zige's eyes were itchy. Is it really some kind of disease?And that symbol...

It's not too far from his home, within the range he can accept, walking around, Night Breeze is more suitable for him to think about.

"Eh? This..." Pan Jiming didn't have time to stop Xiao Li, who had already lost sight of him along the side of the road.

The time they spent in the bar was not too long, it was late at night, when the sky was the darkest, and it was also the quietest time in the whole city, everything seemed to be paused, only Xiao Li was moving.

There are no loud voices, no birds chirping and cicadas chirping, only the occasional car whizzing by.

Xiao Li wandered all the way to the gate of his own community. At this time, even the guards were asleep. He entered the community familiarly, bypassed the buildings in front, and came downstairs to his own house. Before he approached, he seemed to sense Seeing something, he looked up from afar.

A car was parked just ahead, and a young man stood in front of him.

The young man's sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and the button was unbuttoned to the second. His slightly long hair covered his eyes. His face was handsome, imposing, and his eyes were indifferent, as if he was in a different world from his surroundings.

He was standing downstairs in Xiao Li's house, leaning against the Maybach behind his back, looking up at a window upstairs.

From this height, it is Xiao Li's room.

Xiao Li walked over, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Shen Mizhi?"

The young man paused, stood up straight, turned his head, his eyes fell between his brows, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Xiao Li walked a few steps forward, came in front of Shen Mizhi, and looked down at the pointer on the watch: "Are you looking for me at this time?"

What is the rush?Afraid that reality is about to collapse?

"I didn't come to look for you, I just wanted to see you." Shen Mizhi raised the corners of his lips, and the indifference in his eyes was melted by another emotion, "I've been away from you for too long, and I want to see how you are."

Xiao Li repeated: "...Look at me? Downstairs?"

And...too long?From the day he was drunk, it took less than a week to work hard.

Shen Mizhi pursed her lower lip, and said with some trouble, "I just want to be closer to you."

So I came here as soon as I returned to reality without knowing it.

The young man looked past Xiao Li, landed on the bag he was carrying, and paused for a moment: "Why did you come back?"

The little black cat squatted quietly in the bag, with its ears bent to both sides, pretending that it was not there.

Xiao Li said curtly: "Go and help someone deal with, um, haunting matters."

"You can call me wherever you need, I hope you call me." Shen Mizhi opened his hand to him, and before Xiao Li could react, he gave him a light hug, "And...seeing this For the sake of me being here later, let me give you a hug."

Not just a hug, Shen Mizhi embraced him with one hand, lowered his head, and a soft kiss landed on his slender neck.

He could hardly contain himself from pecking, but finally managed to restrain himself.

The kiss was so light that Xiao Li hardly noticed it, it was more like the light touch of a butterfly's wings than a kiss.

He covered the piece of skin that was kissed just now, looked at Shen Mi for a while, and suddenly asked, "Where have you been?"

Shen Mizhi never thought that he would take the initiative to ask this, he bent his eyes: "My hometown."

Xiao Li reckoned that he might have gone abroad. After all, this guy looked like a rich man, so he should be fine with his current appearance, so he let go of his hand and let the night wind take away the rising temperature. : "Go back and rest early."

"……Um."

Shen Mizhi leaned on the car, watched his gradual back, touched his back molars with the tip of his tongue, shook his head for a long time, and sighed softly.

Xiao Li went upstairs, opened the door, turned on the light, and put down the bag on his shoulder.

The little black cat hooked the zipper with its claws from the inside, ran out by itself, and ran into the litter box in a hurry, and began to deal with the stale urine.

It's past three o'clock in the morning, Xiao Li doesn't plan to stay up all night, he plans to simply take a shower and go to bed, leaving the rest to tomorrow.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Li came out in a bathrobe, bent down and picked up a shovel beside him, scooped up the urine for the little black cat, put the urine in a plastic bag, and threw it into the trash can.

After doing all this, Xiao Li hesitated for a moment, then opened the curtains in the room and looked down.

The place where the car was originally parked has been vacated, and Shen Mizhi is no longer downstairs.

Xiao Li closed the curtains, wiped off the water dripping down her cheeks, put the towel on the hanger, lay on the bed and closed her eyes.

Ten minutes later, he opened his eyes again, looking at the ceiling above his head.

Can't sleep.

In fact, after walking so much, plus it was late at night, when Xiao Li lay down now, he felt tired all over his body, calling for sleep, but when he closed his eyes again, his consciousness was clear .

This kind of situation is not uncommon for him, and the mental excitement is greater than the physical exhaustion.But what was strange was that what he thought of after he closed his eyes was not the copy, not the clue, not the foreign mystery novel he hadn't read before going to bed, but Shen Mizhi's words.

"I just want to be closer to you."

"I just want to see you."

...Even if it's just through the window?

Xiao Li turned over, bent her back, and buried her face deeper into the soft quilt.

Then turned over again.

When birds chirped in the sky one after another, and the first ray of dawn came in through the curtains, Xiao Li finally admitted a fact:

He fell asleep.