I Wasn't Born Lucky

The peeper's back was visibly bent from bending to rigid, and such a movement caused half of his head to pop out of the trash can.

He hesitated for a while whether to turn his head to the left or the right, and finally chose the left side, which feels like a human palm.

However, when the peepers looked towards the side of Xiao Li's palm, the hair that belonged to the puppet bent in dissatisfaction and knocked on the back of his right shoulder.

The voyeur froze for a moment, recalling the fear of being dominated by the hair, subconsciously stopped, and turned to look to the right.

But Xiao Li on that side laughed, stretched out his hand lazily and squeezed his shoulder again.

The left and right sides exerted pressure at the same time, and the peeper didn't know what to do. After a difficult choice, he chose the direction where the human palm was.

What caught his eyes was a strange yet familiar face. The young man raised his chin at him and asked casually, "What are you doing here?"

What he said were interrogative sentences, but there was no emotion similar to curiosity in his eyes.

The peeper squatting in the trash can has messy hair and a short stature, which is why he was able to force his way into the trash can. He was wearing a school uniform, unzipped, and stepped on the trash. It was Xu Jiaheng.

Xu Jiaheng looked at Xiao Li, then looked along the hair on the right shoulder, and located the end point all the way in Xiao Li's pocket.

The shock brought by this strand of hair made him forget what he wanted to say at first, and he stammered: "This, hair is you?"

Xu Jiaheng tried to stand up while talking, but his forehead directly hit the hanging beam above the trash can, making a muffled sound.

Xiao Li didn't blink and said, "...Oh, this is my assistant."

"Then the time at my window was actually—" Xu Jiaheng covered his forehead, and twisted his limbs out of the trash can.

Xiao Li interrupted him: "——what are you doing squatting in the trash can?"

Xu Jiaheng: "..."

Xiao Li patiently led the topic back, and repeated his question again.

Until Xu Jiaheng replied in a trance: "Pick up trash?"

Xiao Li: "Then hide and look at the other side of the street? How about playing hide-and-seek by yourself?"

He paused for a moment before continuing: "Also, even if it's picking up trash, didn't your mother teach you not to squat in the trash can to pick up trash?"

A strange confusion appeared on Xu Jiaheng's face: "...I just want to see if you have been attacked, and what are your means of resisting the attack."

Xiao Li: "Why don't you take the initiative to go there?"

Xu Jiaheng lowered his head, and this time he slowly raised his head after a while, his eyes rolled up: "Because I like this...Looking at you."

Xiao Li let out a "huh" in surprise: "You like trash cans? Children like very special and dangerous!"

Xu Jiaheng: "..."

You can't fucking get past the trash can? !

After Xiao Li finished speaking, he glanced at the reincarnated people across the street, and walked towards them.

He took two steps, seeing that Xu Jiaheng didn't keep up, and even had a tendency to run outside, Xiao Li turned his head: "Why don't you take a closer look to see if they have been attacked?"

He put the emphasis on the word "close range".

Xu Jiaheng shook his head like a rattle: "I'm going back."

"Where are you going?" Xiao Li asked with great interest, "In your mother's arms?"

"You know I won't go back, she's terrible," Xu Jiaheng shuddered when talking about his mother, and a piece of chewing gum fell from his rolled-up trouser leg. "I live at my deskmate's house."

The puppet rolled it up in its hair and threw it back into the trash can.

Xiao Li: "Then do you realize that you are now the same as your mother?"

Xu Jiaheng didn't seem to understand Xiao Li's words: "How could it be, no."

He started to back away, keeping his eyes on Xiao Li's posture, and disappeared at the end of the road in a blink of an eye.

Xiao Li didn't stop him.

On the other side of the road at the same time, perhaps because Xu Jiaheng withdrew his gaze from looking at the other side, the reincarnated people leaning against the wall no longer had that thorny gaze.

"That feeling is gone." Jin Handong spoke first.

As soon as she finished speaking, Bruce subconsciously wanted to open his eyes, but before the impulse turned into action, he restrained himself: "I feel the same way."

"Wait for a while to avoid traps." Wen Wenwen still closed his eyes tightly, and finally asked wonderingly, "Did you hear any sound?"

"Wind sound?"

"No, it sounds like something hit the wall or a branch, that kind of muffled sound." Jin Handong also heard it, and she tried to guess the source of the sound, "Maybe the wind brought something hit the wall."

A familiar voice with a hint of sarcasm came in at this moment: "It's the sound of a head hitting a trash can."

Jin Handong: "..."

Bruce: "......"

Seeing Sherlock approaching, Wen Wenwen finally opened his eyes with peace of mind. He got used to the light, and then said, "What did you just say? The wind was too strong, so I didn't hear clearly."

The combination of "human head" and "bump" is not uncommon, but what is strange is the "trash can" at the back. How can a person's head hit the trash can?

"The person who was spying on you just now was standing in the trash can opposite." Wen Wenwen reminded him a bit of Zheng Yi, and Xiao Li was very patient with this type of companion, so he really explained it to him, "I happened to be from Come over there and see that you are all here with your eyes closed, so I searched for it, and finally found it."

Wen Wenwen simulated the scene of the incident in his mind, and choked out a sentence: "...This is really true. People who look at people, people always look at it."

"The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind?" This is what Kesia said in awkward Chinese after Wen Wenwen.

Wen Wenwen gave her a "used in the right place" look.

Chinese culture has a long history.

"Sherlock, have you seen, who is the person who peeped at us?" Jin Handong caught the key point, "Do we know each other?"

Xiao Li: "Xu Jiaheng."

"It's him..." Bruce blurted out.

"How should I put it, I have both the feeling of 'it really is him' and the feeling of 'it's him'." Wen Wenwen recalled every little thing after he met Xu Jiaheng, and he couldn't help regretting it, "I knew it at the beginning. We should insist on being safe and not bring him back."

Compared with him, Kexia is more free and easy. She said fluently in her mother tongue: "We agreed together at the beginning. In the dungeon world, there is no need to regret any decision. When I agreed, I thought of this kind of thing." Possibility, it’s just that the idea of ​​looking for life clues in him is stronger, which makes me willing to take risks.”

Even the dead Tsuruta thought the same way, he believed in the props on him too much.

She mentioned the way of life, and Xiao Li was reminded: "Is your screenwriter's name coming?"

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally Wen Wenwen stood up and said, "You have to ask Lao Wang about this."

Wang Huai was leaning against the wall, looking as if he hadn't woken up. He opened his mouth and yawned before saying, "When I went out that day, I looked for it. The answer is that there is no scriptwriter, and the movies here are just like out of thin air. There was no script, no director, and the staff refused to tell me."

Wen Wenwen: "How do you know that the person you asked is telling the truth?"

Wang Huai: "I used Veritaserum."

Xiao Li raised his hand, and asked if he didn't understand: "... Veritaserum?"

Wang Huai glanced at him more, and remembered the Sherlock in Qing Shui's mouth when he was partnering with Qing Shui: "I didn't expect that you really don't need props..."

Lao Wang and Sherlock are basically two extremes. Wang Huai doesn't have many things, but has the most props, just like Doraemon. After all, he is the man who robbed Treasure Island.

"It's just a kind of prop. After using it, people or little ghosts can tell the truth." Wang Huai popularized science, "I just call it Veritaserum."

Maybe drowsiness is really contagious, Xiao Li also felt a little drowsy for a while, he shook his head, feeling a little awake.

At this time, the door of the shop next to the reincarnated people opened again. The group of young people held a basketball and a pack of cigarettes in their hands. The leader had dyed red hair. Throwing the cigarette case into the younger brother's arms: "Go, let's play ball."

"Boss, the court has been occupied, and it's the No. [-] middle school's turn today." The younger brother took the pack of cigarettes and said with a smile.

"Damn, I forgot," the red-haired boss exhaled a puff of smoke, "then just find an open space and set up a shelf, where you can't fight."

"Then let's go to the land in front. Usually, no one will come."

They passed by the reincarnated people, probably because they had never seen so many new faces. The red-haired boss stared at Xiao Li and the others for half a minute, as if considering the large number of people on the other side, he didn't come up to say anything, but turned around. go far.

Strange to say, with their departure, the fog in Sidi Lanmi Town became thicker.

Wen Wenwen was keenly aware of this: "Let's go back immediately, something is not quite right."

It is strange to him that there is no time limit for this mission. If they can keep avoiding the peepers by closing their eyes, they can easily survive for too long. Now it is obvious that once a certain period of time is exceeded, the difficulty of the copy will be upgraded. In the end, it is very likely that you can't even see yourself clearly in the fog.

Everyone walked in the direction of going back, but the fog was too thick, and there was even a strong fishy smell in the fog. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of the soil was particularly unpleasant.

This time, during the daytime, there were also dark shadows moving in the mist, and something was mixed in. It was obvious that the situation had escalated further.

The humidity of the air increased, coupled with the visibility, Wen Wenwen walked first, stepped on his left foot to his right foot and fell, the whole person fell on the ground, and fell in the direction of Xiao Li behind.

Xiao Li was caught off guard, Shen Yanzhi stretched out his hand and pulled him away, Wen Wenwen didn't fall on him, but fell directly on the ground, grinning in pain.

With tears in his eyes, Wen Wenwen accused Xiao Li of his unsympathetic behavior in the rumored palace, Xiao Li thought for a while: "...Do you want me to hug you?"

He got up by himself in a numb manner: "No need."

If you are single, you still have to love yourself. When you turn back, you will post on the forum and complain about the love and hatred of the big boss with the majority of single dogs.