I Wasn't Born Lucky

At night, the fog tonight looks thicker than before, layer upon layer, as if it has a solid body.Judging from this change, it seems that every time the reincarnated people stay here, the fog here will become thicker. From the time they first came in, it was as thin as a gray veil. Up to now, the visible distance standing in the dense fog has been reduced to Only half a meter.

The wind outside the window was very strong. Even if the reincarnated people stayed in the room and closed the doors and windows, they could still hear the sound of the strong wind blowing on the window sill. Some plants in the small garden outside were uprooted and hit the window. Tan Li's heart ached when he saw it, and he simply buried it in Xiao Li's pocket completely, out of sight.

Xiao Li was still sitting on the sofa before, but he couldn't stand the gossiping eyes of Wen Wenwen and others from time to time, so he endured it for a while, then simply got up and hid by the dining table, meditating on the little Huang Ben in front of him.

When Wen Wenwen was talking to him earlier, he gave the other party a speechless look, and when he heard the other party ramble again, he changed the subject unbearably.

But the strange thing is, why didn't he clarify immediately?

According to his personality, if it was normal, he should have made it clear.So what about this time?

Do you think those people are too boring to clarify, or...

The young man was thinking, his eyes drooped, and the long and narrow eyelashes fell down, covering the puzzlement in his eyes.

The voices of other people discussing came from the sofa, someone got up from there, walked towards Xiao Li, pulled the chair beside him and sat down.

Listening to the sound of sitting beside her, Xiao Li did not raise her eyelids completely, but in this posture, looked to the side, and saw the young man's sharp jaw.

Seeing him looking over, Shen Mizhi paused: "What are they laughing at? They've been looking at you all day."

In fact, he was also looking at himself. From afternoon to night, the eyes of the reincarnated man wandered between Shen Mizhi, Xiao Li and Wang Huai from time to time.Bitingly, he directly engraved the words "watching a play" on his forehead.

Wang Huai is really innocent. He heard the rumors and told Wen Wenwen the truth, but the people who eat melons are more willing to believe what they imagined.

When Xiao Li heard his question, he said impatiently: "You."

Shen Mizhi:?

Xiao Li became more anxious, and completed the words word by word: "They are laughing at you."

Shen Mizhi still had some doubts at the beginning, he was taller than Xiao Li, and coupled with his posture problem, he happened to see Xiao Li's black neck that had spread out at a glance. The skin is the same, but if you look closely, there are still some outlines left.

The young man blinked, as if he understood. He licked his teeth, only to feel his heart itch again.

Want to get another one printed, or something more obvious like a hickey.

After half a minute, Shen Mizhi also laughed, and the jealous aura of last night disappeared in an instant.

Xiao Li was anxious in his heart, seeing his cheerful appearance, he didn't let him go so easily: "...What are you laughing at?"

The smile on Shen Mizhi's lips did not diminish: "Myself."

Xiao Li stared at him for a while, and finally felt that he seemed a little too serious.He turned his head, stopped looking at the other party, and concentrated on writing and drawing in the little yellow book.

His hair is a little long, uncut, covering his forehead, and his lips are slightly pursed, this way does not have the sense of distance in the past, but seems angry, making people want to tease him even more.

Shen Yanzhi sat on the side, took a pen in his hand, twirled it on his fingertips, pretended to be writing, propped his chin with his right hand, and looked at the person next to him.

What Xiao Li drew on the little yellow book were pictures from his memory, as well as clues given by the fortune-teller.

He asked other people before, and found that everyone had different dreams last night, and even had no dreams one night, which made his speculation about Atlantis come to naught.

Peeping, mutations in body shape, changes in parents, capricious townspeople.

Xiao Li wrote these words.

So why not go first tomorrow...

At the moment when the tip of his pen flicked, Little Huang Ben suddenly shook.

A line of writing floated up: [Baby, why didn't you clarify the relationship between you and Shen Mizhi just now? 】

【Are you going to acquiesce, or don't care about this matter at all? 】

Xiao Li: "..."

He lost his grip on the pen for a moment and fell in the air. Fortunately, he caught it in time and it didn't fall to the ground.

Xiao Huangben has been quiet for a long time recently, but he didn't expect to pop up again now, asking such a sharp topic.

Xiao Li didn't answer, and Xiao Huang Ben's questions popped up one after another.

【I know he likes you very much, what about you?do you like him? 】

[I haven't seen you for a long time, he's been with you all the time, now, you like me more... or him? 】

Xiao Li looked at this line of words, and his body tensed up for a moment, and he couldn't care about other things at the moment. He couldn't answer this question now, so he just closed the little yellow book, and didn't look at what the other party said next. .

That's why he couldn't see the light-colored eyes of the man behind him looking at him. His eyes were far away, as if they contained eternal stars, like anticipation, impatience, and some kind of deeper emotion.

...What do you want, tell me, I will give it to you, so stop avoiding love like this, look at me, hug me.

good or not?

Late at night, early in the morning.

Jin Handong was tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep. Her room was next to the dead Hetian. It was fine for the reincarnated people to gather together before, but staying alone in the room like this now made her unable to sleep due to the silence.

During the day, the reincarnators also discussed that it would be better to live together, but they were afraid that they would be killed by Tsuruta, so they finally chose to sleep separately after voting together.

Jin Handong imagined Tsuruta's death and took a long, deep breath to comfort himself.

Her bed is near the corner, the window is on the opposite side of the bed, and the bed is facing the door. After thinking for a while, she simply got up from the bed, moved the bed, and modified the layout of the room so that she wouldn't be able to see it when the door opened. myself in bed.

After doing all this, Jin Handong also felt a bit tired. She lay down on the bed, turned on the light, and was about to fall asleep like this.

But the moment she closed her eyes, she felt something was wrong.

She trusted her intuition so much, cold sweat broke out from the back of her head immediately, and she took out all the three remaining life-saving props without hesitation.

This is the instinct of human beings to face danger. Regardless of whether the props are useful to the dungeon ghost this time, her first reaction can only rely on these.

Is... is someone watching?

Who is it?

Jin Handong's mind was running fast, she clenched the props in her hand, she opened her eyes, tried her best to control herself not to look for the source of her gaze, and she remained in a stalemate like this.

In the drawer, there was a slight friction sound, like the friction of clothes when turning around, and the drawer was opened little by little.

Wanna see?

Jin Handong asked himself, do you want to see it?

Seeing now, running out of the room, isn't it... still too late?

Her heart was pounding, and she thought her heart would come out of her mouth alive.

never mind!

Jin Handong gritted her teeth and chose the completely opposite decision. She slowly closed her eyes, pretending that she didn't hear such a voice.

She chooses not to watch it.

After a while, Jin Handong could hear the back and forth friction in the drawer, but nothing really hurt her.

The night passed, and Jin Handong stayed up in bed all night. After confirming that there were other reincarnated people walking back and forth at the door, she didn't open her eyes directly, but called out when there were footsteps in the corridor: "Is there anyone outside?" ?”

After Wang Huai responded, she opened her eyes and told him what happened last night.

The rest of the reincarnations came quickly after hearing the sound, and Wen Wenwen looked at her: "The sound in the drawer?"

"Yes, but I really heard the sound inside last night." After a sleepless night, Jin Handong had many bruised shadows under his eyelids, "I didn't go to see it, I pretended not to hear it until now."

"Then doesn't it mean that as long as we feel the sense of prying eyes, we can avoid being killed if we don't open our eyes?" Wen Wenwen said.

Xiao Li reached out to open the drawer that Jin Handong was talking about. There was nothing in it, it was just an empty drawer. He closed the drawer and pulled it out again, repeating this cycle twice.

Jin Handong said in the sound of the drawer opening and closing: "If this is the way out, why didn't we leave this instance?"

As long as you find a hidden way out, you can complete the task. Judging from the timeliness of the dungeon rules, this one may only be short-lived, and it is only for a certain ghost, but it is not the way out for the entire Stilan Lost Town.

"Damn it," Bruce yelled a foul word like venting, "Is there any way out for this small town? Could it be that Xu Jiaheng, a plot character, has something we haven't discovered yet?"

"He is a character in the plot, and things started with him, and his mother also changed... I have to ask him what happened last night, but I think he is very suspicious. Could it be that he was possessed by a ghost? dead?"

"It feels like...'peeping', 'peeping', right! Could it be that movie theater? Let's revise the script, does it seem feasible?" Kesia suddenly asked this question that she had thought about for a long time.

"Who wrote the script of this movie?" Wen Wenwen was told by him, and Fuzhi asked inwardly, "Could this be the key to survival? Modifying the script... is the survival path! Are we in a movie? Is Dilan Town the name of the movie?"

Xiao Li stopped opening and closing the drawers in his hands, and glanced at him: "Good idea."

Wen Wenwen:? ? ?

He held back for a while, but couldn't help it: "What's the matter with your tone of praise like 'the dog can go to the toilet by itself, good boy'?"

Xiao Li: "Huh? I don't raise a dog, I raise a cat."

Wen Wenwen growled: "You missed the point!"

Xiao Li: "Hey, I mean, you can find out who wrote the script."

In normal movie theaters, the director, actors, screenwriters and other main creative personnel will be written after the movie screening, but the problem is that they didn't see the end of "Peeping" at all, and these are not marked on the poster. I want to figure it out. Reincarnators can only go to the cinema once more.

Wen Wenwen quickly made a decision. He discussed with the others for a while and decided on the next itinerary. But before making the decision, he wisely asked Xiao Li, "Go together?"

Xiao Li said: "I'll go to a place first, and I'll look for you later."