I Wasn't Born Lucky

With mixed feelings, Xiao Li didn't plan to lie to him after coaxing Sin Tian to take the lead, and wrote another sentence: [Fake. 】

Sin Tian: […]

Sin Tian: [I knew that such a good thing would never happen to me. 】

Very sad, this guy juice.

This counselor-like personality is very similar to Fu Zige, except that Fu Zige is more outgoing than Sintian. It affected the room I was in, not even the entire building.

But thinking about it, the slightly resentful ghosts had long ago aggressively attacked the humans in that area, attracting the attention of the reincarnators.

Xiao Li: 【Do you know what happened to you? 】

Sin Tian: [I... I remember, I also know who you are, they call you Sherlock. 】

Xiao Li: [You can also call me that. 】

Sin Tian no longer speaks.

Xiao Li: [Your power comes from fragments, but in that room, in the novel you updated before, there was another totem symbol, which you invented? 】

He drew that weird pattern on the paper in front of him, which was exactly the same symbol as the Fu Zige incident.

Sin Tian remained silent.

Xiao Li tried a few more times, but couldn't call it out. After thinking for a while, he raised his hand to call for the microphone that had stuffed himself behind the TV.

Fu Zige: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Li: "I'll give you one thing, get it done."

Fu Zige asked blankly, "What's going on?"

"...Singing to it, it was so annoying that it had to show up to answer you." Xiao Li folded the manuscript into a square-sized piece of paper and placed it on top of the microphone of the microphone.

Fu Zige held the manuscript against his head and kept his balance in the air to prevent it from falling. In a blink of an eye, he flew behind the glass of the balcony and said to the puppet in a low voice, "Close the window, thank you."

Tan Li silently closed the window with his hair.

Afterwards, Xiao Li could hear a vague voice coming from the balcony, the voice was very sharp, but not clear, the rhythm was beautiful, and it lingered for three days...

Xiao Li turned his head to face the little yellow book on the table.

I don’t know if it’s because they were all written by hand. When Xiao Li chatted with Sintian, he faintly felt that he was talking to another little yellow book that had been weakened countless times, but it was obvious that even if the external factors were thrown away To put it simply, Xiao Huangben's character is cuter than Sin Tianlai's.

Putting aside the matter of sin for the time being, Xiao Li turned to face Shen Mizhi: "Don't go? It's very late."

And what he wanted to say, he had already told the other party.

Shen Mizhi pretended to think for a while: "Can I stay overnight?"

Before Xiao Li could speak, he continued: "I can sleep on the sofa without disturbing you. I will make you breakfast tomorrow morning."

The young man thought of the scene he described, and the corners of his lips curled up: "What type do you like?"

Xiao Li was stunned for a moment, it was indeed very late today, he looked at the sofa under his hand, and then compared Shen Mizhi's height: "You can't sleep."

With Shen Mizhi's physique, he would sleep on the sofa with long legs, and if he let the other party sleep on his bed, then Xiao Li might not be able to sleep tonight or tomorrow——

Therefore, under Xiao Li's determination, Shen Mizhi finally left his house reluctantly.

After standing at the window and watching the car downstairs leave, Xiao Li also closed the curtains, tidied up and got ready to go to bed, leaving room for Fu Zige and them to toss about.

But before that, the microphone outside the window tapped the glass twice: "Boom."

Xiao Li opened the window and let it in: "Why?"

The microphone floated up and down happily, and Fu Zige claimed the credit, "I got it done."

Xiao Li: "How did you get it done?"

These two real ghosts, one sings and the other codewords, both of them are not very smart, even if Fu Zige can annoy him with his own singing voice, logically speaking, it will not be so fast.

Fu Zige said: "I read the plot of Mr. Ba's novel he wrote before."

Immediately afterwards, it demonstrated affectionately to Xiao Li, and it recited the plot of Sin Tian's novel: "Mr. Gu held the woman's chin in front of him, and he said coldly: 'Woman, don't try to provoke me, you Unbearable!'"

"The woman opposite him smiled coquettishly at this, twisted her body, approached Mr. Gu, and asked: 'What is Mr. Gu thinking——I can't bear it?'"

"Mr. Gu's heart fluttered. The person in front of him was so damn sweet, but he immediately remembered the white moonlight in his heart. Xiao Bai was still waiting for him on the hospital bed. He immediately suppressed his impulse and suppressed his anger: 'Look The way you are now, Mrs. Gu.'”

"Madam Gu refused to back down just now. She looked at the handsome face in front of her and said, 'How am I doing now?'"

"President Gu shook off her hand, turned around and summoned an assistant: 'Send Madam back to my home!'"

Fu Zige sometimes squeezed his throat, sometimes lowered his voice, and tried his best to imitate the tone of both parties. What's more, due to the special nature of the microphone itself, its voice was still magnetic, echoing leisurely throughout the space.

Send my wife back to my home.

Family.

Xiao Li: "..."

Public execution.

Even he couldn't bear to close his eyes, let alone Sintian himself.

At this time, the manuscript could no longer bear the words: [Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, ahhhhhhhhhhh! 】

The words in the thick font are weeping blood, if Sin Tian can move, I wish I could just pull myself into a ball of paper and plug Fu Zige's mouth.

Fu Zige paused reading aloud: "Hey, Zhou Ying helped me find out this novel written by it."

Sin Tian turned to Xiao Li: [Sherlock, let me answer your question and make him shut up. 】

[I saw that symbol on a certain website once. I think it can increase the sense of fear in the novel, so I added it, it's as simple as that. 】

[Now, hurry up, that microphone, stay away from me, I have to figure out how to write tomorrow's update! 】

Now the article "His and Her" on the website is still being serialized, but the content has been changed from Ba Zong to a horror novel. After the initial anger of the readers, some people chose to leave, but some people thought that the newly written subject matter More interesting, keep chasing more.

Although the update no longer has the power to change reality, Sintian still retains the habit of writing.

"Good job," Xiao Li grabbed the bottom of Fu Zige's microphone and praised it as a routine, "Go in and continue watching that variety show."

Fu Zige happily flew in, turned on the TV, and pushed himself into the best viewing position.

After it entered, Xiao Li took out a fountain pen and wrote on the sinian manuscript: 【Which website? 】

Sin Tian: [I don't remember the specific website, I only remember the process. 】

Xiao Li was waiting patiently for its reply, but the other party got stuck, so he could only ask: 【What process? 】

Sin Tian said with difficulty: [...Baidu "How should an author attract readers", Baidu Encyclopedia, which ranks first, will pop up a pop-up window, and that's how the website pops up.There is only one pattern in this site, and that is the one I attached at the end of the article. 】

Xiao Li put the manuscript on the bookshelf in the room, and used the mobile phone browser to search the webpage according to the method sintian said, but this time after he clicked in, no additional webpage popped up, and he didn't know if it was temporary or sinful. God remembered something wrong.

But the pop-up window on the webpage, the graffiti corner...

The way this totem spreads doesn't seem to be high-quality.

For the next month or so, Xiao Li was never pulled into the dungeon, and at the same time, supernatural events occurred frequently in reality, some of which Xiao Li didn't need to go to, were sorted out and sent to the dungeon by Ye Zeqing's people. over him.

In the third week, Xiao Li received a reply email from the "I am the King of Songs" program group.

One of the program staff named Ale praised the song, saying that its hoarse voice has a different connotation. Not only that, he also invited the song creator Fu Zige to come for an interview.

Go, definitely can't go, Xiao Li will submit the recording of this song just to let Fu Zige get more approval.

He rejected the program group's interview and forwarded the praise in the email to Fu Zige, and the KTV ghost was very excited on the spot.

That night, while Xiao Li was going to school, Fu Zige did something.

"I'm the King of Songs" program group, a recording studio, several staff members responsible for screening songs sat in it, with iced coffee in hand to refresh themselves.

After another song, a girl with Jenny on the name tag on her chest said: "It's not bad, it's not bad, but it doesn't have its own characteristics, and it doesn't make people feel bright."

The person next to her is A Le. He is a young literary and artistic young man, under 30 years old, wearing the uniform of the program group. He still remembers the song he heard in the afternoon: "That song is better, the singer must be very good. Experience, the hoarse voice is just right, it would be great if he could be invited, and then some 'I have a story, do you have a drink' gimmick, we don't have to worry about the next issue."

"Tsk, isn't it inconvenient for people to reply?" Jenny said, she paused the playback of the next batch of submissions, "I wasn't there when you listened in the afternoon, so let me hear how good it sounds."

With the playback of the tape, the song that Fu Zige sang in the abandoned bar slowly flowed out.

Jenny also showed admiring eyes: "It's good, mainly because it has characteristics. It is unpolished but has gone through vicissitudes of life. It has enough emotions and is suitable for writing a script. But why do I think the echo is a bit weird? The sound quality is not good."

"Doesn't this show how valuable he is? It's a pity, a pity, this kind of song can easily arouse people's resonance, not just limited to love." Ale held down the coffee, took a sip, stood up and said to his companion , "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Go." His companion pressed the play button again.

That is, the moment Ah Le got up, he saw a face appearing in the ventilation duct above the head of the recording studio, and he had been staring at him for an unknown how long.

That face did not look like a living person, it was extremely pale, with a strange posture, holding a microphone in his hand, and his neck twisted to an incredible angle.

The grimace was facing him, those eyes seemed to be planning to attack him, and it didn't move, and even stretched its neck forward.

It was Fu Zige, who deliberately came out of the sojourner's microphone, revealing his original body, and gave him a grateful look.

"Ahhhh—there is a ghost!"

Ale rolled his eyes and fell to the ground on the spot.