I Wasn't Born Lucky

"Run away!!!" in the mirror of Ouroboros shone extremely eye-catching light, and even hinted at by the old man's eyes, entered the eyes of the rest of the people together.

Xiao Li with a puzzled look:? ? ?

Isn't he making a peaceful deal with the other party?escape what? !

The fortune teller who thought he would see some shocking prophecy: "..."

The corners of her red mouth were twitching violently.

Run away?

The Mirror of Ouroboros is an artifact that all fortune-tellers dream of, but now, it doesn't even have a prophecy screen, it just blatantly reminds her to run away?

At this time, the fortune teller looked at Xiao Li again, only to feel that the figure of the other party suddenly became mysterious, and even the old man sitting in the coffin beside him became a kind elder who was held hostage by evil humans. At great risk to tip himself off.

Prophecy is the direction of divination. To some extent, they come from the same source. Although she and the old man have never met, at this moment, the fortune-teller still chose to believe in each other.

She swiftly put the crystal ball in front of her into her pocket, she was covered in old bones but possessed an agility that didn't match her body, knocked away the edge of the chair that was blocking her, and fled outside.

However, before she was about to step over the threshold, the strands of hair protruding from Xiao Li's pocket hovered on the ground for a long time.

The puppet was prepared in advance, and when the fortune teller's attention was all focused on the coffin and mirror in front of him, the jet-black hair had already quietly sneaked into the darkness, and now it was directly wrapped around the fortune teller's ankle, viciously With a pull, she fell directly to the ground.

"Ouch, ouch—"

The fortune-teller felt that all the bones in her body were smashed to pieces. Fortunately, she protected her face in time when she fell, and did not cause any damage to that face. It was just that her shoulder was hurt, and she grinned from the ground. Barely get up.

Escape failed.

Before heartbroken his body, the fortune-teller looked back at Xiao Li in panic.

Xiao Li: "...Although I don't know why it wants you to run away, running away is considered failure by default."

The fortune-teller half-give up and sat back on the chair. The wicker chair, which was usually comfortable, made her feel that it was not soft enough. She said in a hoarse voice, "Do you still need clues?"

The other party can use the mirror of prophecy, and she still needs to give clues?

Xiao Li knew what she was thinking when she looked at the coffin ghost, and he simply said: "There are restrictions."

The words he engraved on it only made him have a little connection with the coffin of Ouroboros, but it was not enough for it to break through the restrictions of the dungeon rules and predict those important clues. The dungeon clues can only be obtained from obtained in this world.

The fortune teller was nervous, and she didn't intend to renege on the debt, so she took out the crystal ball from her arms.

After the fall just now, the crystal ball is considered to be of good quality, without any broken places, and it is still so round and shiny.

The fortune teller caressed the crystal ball with both hands, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he entered the realm of psychics.

"When the first rays of light dispelled the darkness, the crown of the Sphinx fell to the ground, and the shadows were dispelled to the Promised Land, which is the coordinates of the Hall of Records."

Her voice was a bit ethereal when she spoke, echoing in the room.

Xiao Li wrote down these words, the puppet retracted its hair, and lay down on the bottom of the pocket again.

Seeing this, the fortune teller withdrew his hand, and asked nervously for some reason, "Can I go?"

After Xiao Li nodded, she grabbed the crystal ball without looking back, and ran out quickly.

Only the coffin ghost next to Xiao Li was left. It had mixed feelings in its heart, and in those old eyes, apart from a little relief that the younger generation escaped, there was more a sense of aggrieved——

You said why this Sherlock was so rude to him, and he really just made a deal with this junior? !

It couldn't figure out the difference in treatment, and it didn't plan to ask Xiao Li. Once it lay down in the coffin, it planned to go back.

But before the coffin board was closed, Xiao Li held it down with one hand, looking at the coffin ghost with rare hesitation in his black eyes: "You..."

The coffin ghost panicked:? ? ?

It clutched its little mirror.

Xiao Li seemed to be in some tangled emotions, he asked softly: "Can the mirror of prophecy see eternity?"

The coffin ghost didn't seem to understand this question, holding the mirror and looking at each other.

Xiao Li: "You can see..."

Having said that, he raised his head and pressed his forehead, and laughed as if he had said something absurd.

"It's okay, you can go back."

The coffin ghost shook his head, closed the coffin panels suspiciously, and disappeared into the room.

Xiao Li was left standing alone in the room.

He doesn't believe in prophecy, but just now he had an impulse to use the mirror of Ouroboros to see eternity. If there is a mirage, then...

Gee, forget it.

No if.

Without the power of the fortune teller, the wall at the end of the path has disappeared, and it has returned to the way it was when Xiao Li came.

The clue she left behind refers to the time of sunrise, the current time has already passed, and I can only wait for tomorrow, so Xiao Li is not in a hurry to continue to go around the town.

But apart from time, what does the crown of the Sphinx refer to?

The first thing Xiao Li thought of was the temple in his dream, but it belonged to the sea and the dreamland.

He stopped for a moment at the end of the road, then turned and went to the other side.

……

When it was close to noon, Xiao Li returned to the small bungalow.

The reincarnation inside had already rented a house that was a quarter of an hour's walk away, and informed Xu Jiaheng. Of course, they made up an excuse.

However, Xu Jiaheng had already developed a sense of distrust towards them, and insisted on living in his deskmate's home. It was useless for Wen Wenwen to stop them several times. He was very persistent, and finally had to agree after discussing several times.

So when Xiao Li came back, Xu Jiaheng was no longer in the house.

Shen Mizhi leaned against the door frame: "Are you back?"

Xiao Li: "Yes."

For some reason, he always felt that such conversations happened more often, a bit like a couple squatting at home, waiting for the other party to come home, and he was even a little used to this kind of existence.

Others gathered around the table, and Wen Wenwen waved immediately when he saw him: "Sherlock, come, take a look at this."

Xiao Li walked in and found that it was a short video that was intercepted.

"Given by Lao Wang." Wen Wenwen said, "It's a prop left by Hetian before. Look at this."

It was in the early hours of the morning, facing the picture of the living room, he clicked to play, and the picture began to change.

...Although in the first ten seconds, there was no movement.

In the video, Xu Jiaheng was lying on the sofa without moving for more than ten seconds, only his chest rose and fell slightly, then he turned over and the quilt fell to the ground.

Then, after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly frowned, stood up holding his stomach, and seemed to be going to the toilet because of stomach pain, but he was not going to the toilet on the first floor, but upstairs on the second floor.

He disappeared around the corner, and the picture in the living room fell into stillness again. After 2 minutes, Xu Jiaheng rubbed his stomach, came down from the stairs, fell back on the sofa, and fell asleep again before picking up the quilt.

Video recording stops.

Jin Handong said: "Although the time of Hetian's death cannot be confirmed, we all feel that it has something to do with Xu Jiaheng."

"There is a toilet on the first floor, but he insisted on going to the second floor. Secondly, he was the only one who went upstairs. The time when he met the figure with his throat cut was also very strange." She added in a breath.

Xiao Li stared at the screen, stretched out his hand and rewinded it, and then pointed at Xu Jiaheng's face: "Could it be...sleepwalking?"

"Sleepwalking?" Kesia asked, "Why is it sleepwalking?"

Xiao Li: "I just feel like it. Did you dream about anything last night?"

Jin Handong: "Yes, I dreamed that we were in the movie theater that day and were engulfed by fire."

Wen Wenwen: "No, I slept very deeply."

"I dreamed of a throat-cutting figure, and it was very close to me, looking at me, with its palms sideways, and gestured for me to cut my throat." Kesia said, "But I think it was the figure it gave me before. I am so impressed, I think about it every day and dream about it at night.”

"........."

Everyone's dreams are different, Xiao Li listened carefully to everyone's dreams, and at the same time told his own.

Seeing this, Wen Wenwen asked Xiao Li: "What's the progress on your side? What did Mama Xu say?"

He rubbed his hands, looking forward to Sherlock, who was said to always have new discoveries in the forum.

Xiao Li pondered for a moment: "She admitted that she was weird, and said that Xu Jiaheng broke the rules, so she had to look at him, and at the same time look at us."

Wen Wenwen was surprised: "She admitted it?!"

This was a development he didn't expect. He thought that Xu's mother would never admit it to outsiders.

Xiao Li: "Yes."

"and then?"

Xiao Li: "She doesn't seem to be very good at expressing. I laughed at her vocabulary and the director's script."

Wen Wenwen:? ? ?

Don't normal people just sneak away when they ask something?

And... ghosts shouldn't need professional knowledge, right? !Does Sherlock want a ghost to study directing or Chinese? !

Ghosts will cry!Will cry at the end of the semester facing the mountain of homework!

Xiao Li: "Later, I went for a casual stroll and saw a fortune-telling shop. I was invited in as a guest. I made a deal with her and got some clues. I'll go verify it tomorrow."

Wen Wenwen knew that this would make him regret it, but he couldn't help himself, and wanted to know the specific details of the transaction...

Xiao Li didn't intend to say it at first, but Wen Wenwen asked again, and he finally said it, and got a complicated look from the other party.

Then Wen Wenwen glanced at the other people left and right, lowered his voice, and said in Xiao Li's ear: "One news for another, let me tell you, when you were away, we just watched the complete video, in order to prevent If there are any omissions, they are all taken seriously.”

Xiao Li didn't know why: "So?"

Wen Wenwen looked at him full of gossip: "So we saw that you went upstairs in the middle of the night. Combined with the knock on the door last night, I know that you went to find Lao Wang, who is next door to the night club."

Xiao Li: "..."

He just went to ask Wang Huai a question, why Wen Wenwen said such a pure thing with a bit of a strange meaning.

"Besides, after you came down after staying for a while, you covered Xu Jiaheng with a quilt, and then you were dragged into his room by Shen Mizhi, and you came out after a while, with your hands on the back of your neck, your hair messy, and your clothes not neat , really worthy of being the main palace."

"We guessed for a while what you guys were doing in the house, guesses and everything."

The smile on his face showed a little embarrassment that he was finally freed from the fear temporarily, and he sighed: "Your circle is really chaotic."

Xiao Li: "......"

Mess with your size!