I Wasn't Born Lucky

For the first few minutes after the lights were turned off, Xiao Li remained motionless, leaning his back against the wall on the left side of the passage, and assumed a meditative posture.

Wang Huai stood side by side with him, and after 30 seconds, he suddenly said, "Are we going to stand here?"

"Well," Xiao Li replied very simply, "Have you found Moss and the others?"

He had already told Wang Huai and the others about all the things he saw with Zhou Yin before. He and Zhou Yin had different opinions, but he was not sure about the specific meaning of the painting, so he simply handed over this important task to Wang Huai. .

Wang Huai shook his head: "No, I used the person-finding tool, but it failed."

"There are three possibilities. First, they also used anti-reconnaissance props. Second, they have already left here. Third, another force is protecting them."

Hearing this, Xiao Li suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "What tool did you use to find people?"

"...a whistle," Wang Huai said, "inside is the soul of a dog spirit. It was a police dog in life, and its sense of smell has been enhanced after death. If it smells anything, it will bite the other dog."

Knowledge about props increased.

Xiao Li listened with relish and nodded.

"I have a bad feeling, Sherlock, you don't know Moss..." Wang Huai returned to the topic, he frowned and said, "He is very expressive, and now he is completely different from his usual self. Add in that painting, and I think they're probably going to do something big."

When he first entered the prison, Wang Huai could still see Moss and the others in the cafeteria, but recently they didn't even come to the cafeteria, completely cutting off any contact with Wang Huai.

Xiao Li thought for a while: "If you think there is something wrong with him, you should have imprisoned them directly when they were eating in the cafeteria."

"Although Moss acts strangely, he is not a believer of evil gods, and he is not hostile to the night, so I will not easily attack him. Of course, the most important thing is that I may not be able to beat him." Wang Huai said calmly. Facing this reality on the ground, "the reason for you to make a direct shot was not sufficient at that time."

Just as Xiao Li was about to speak, he turned his head and caught the sound of the jailer's approaching footsteps, and made a mute gesture to Wang Huai who was beside him.

Obviously, the jailer has finished inspecting the upper floor and is approaching the floor where the reincarnated people are. Soon, when he inspects the two empty rooms, he will find that the two prisoners are missing.

Xiao Li pointed to himself first, then pointed to the floor above him, and mouthed: "I'll go up, you go down, we'll separate."

"What am I going to do down there?" Wang Huai asked.

Xiao Li: "Do an experiment."

Wang Huai: "What experiment?"

Xiao Li pretended to be dead and did not answer.

At this time, Wang Huai already had a bad feeling, and he couldn't help asking: "What exactly did you ask me to do when you promised me to come together?"

Xiao Li: "As an experiment."

Wang Huai:? ? ?

"Don't talk nonsense, go down now, do whatever you want, stand, come back and tell me how long it will take you to fall asleep." Xiao Li stretched out his hand and pushed him.

The footsteps in the distance were getting closer and closer, Wang Huai had no choice but to swallow the words in his throat, separated from Xiao Li, and went to the next floor alone.

And Xiao Li slowly climbed up the passage on the upper floor.

The jailers had already patrolled the place, and the rooms on both sides were mostly empty, only a few rooms where sleeping prisoners were lying crookedly, the only sound in the long and narrow corridor was their long breathing, and Xiao Li The sound of walking is used as accompaniment.

Xiao Li originally wanted to go to the end and take a look at the platform, but just after he walked a short passage, his consciousness suddenly swung, and sleepiness permeated his mind.

He immediately tried to banish the drowsiness with thoughts, but failed.

A black shadow appeared in front of Xiao Li like a flash, "it" didn't come up from the stairs, but came through the coordinate transmission.

The jailer looked at the traces of the coordinates on Xiao Li's wrist, and then a voice resembling a broadcast came from the entire floor: "Announcement, Prisoner No. 23024 went out during the lights-off time, violating rule 92941 of the prison code, and closed the room for 24 hours."

"Repeat again..."

Amidst the echoing sound of the radio, Xiao Li lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself in a completely closed, dark room, and he was lying on the ground.

Xiao Li sat up and found that the so-called "Thinking Room" had no lights, and the structure was roughly the same as the room, but it didn't have any furniture, no beds, and no mirrors.

He moved forward by touching the wall, silently calculating the size of the entire room in his heart.

The walls are very hard, with a little burr, like that kind of rough house, maybe it has not been used for a long time, and it is still a little damp when touched by fingers, Xiao Li guesses that it may have grown moss.

He shook the whole room. The room covers an area of ​​about 17 square meters. There is no door, only an iron window that cannot be opened. It is quite torture to stay in it for 24 hours.

But Xiao Li had already prepared, of course he didn't want to just sleep here for a whole day.

He folded his hands expectantly, took out the little yellow book that never left him, and wrote a few words blindly in the dark with a pen.

In the next second, several familiar figures appeared in the dark house.

The big black-haired beauty has a mole at the corner of her eye, and she is wearing a well-fitting sailor suit. Just standing there is a beautiful scene; the woman beside her is covering her face, and the moment she appears, there is faint crying The thought room was filled; the red-clothed ghost lowered its head, and the blood slipped from the corner of its skirt; besides, there were also a pair of trembling legs. When it saw Xiao Li, it subconsciously took two steps back.

Xiao Li welcomed with open arms, "Let's have a team building."

"Team building?" Fu Jiang was the first to speak, and she glanced at this place that could be called "a house with bare walls" in disgust, "How are you going to build it?"

Xiao Li: "The facilities are a bit crude, but we have a lot of games to play."

Fu Jiang doubted: "Game? With you? Tell me first, I don't want to be a toy."

"Why would I use you as a toy?" Xiao Li looked innocent, "Look at the barrage, what games are suitable for team building."

[Crying sister, crying sister, your hair has grown back. 】

[Building with a human team, this group of weird talks is really a shame. 】

[Gangling ghost, get out of here, get out of here, it's Moriarty time. 】

[I am a Sherlock fan who refuses to accept it! 】

[Let me think about it, four-corner games, dish immortals, smearing corpses, eating ghost food? 】

[The previous ones, these are really suitable for team building. 】

【That's not a big deal. 】

【Hey, I also want to be colleagues with Hercule. 】

Xiao Li browsed briefly, and quickly selected a game suitable for this room: "Four corners game."

He asked other ghosts: "You know how to play, right?"

The crying woman covered her face and said, "No, oh, I don't know."

"Choose four people or ghosts. We stand in the four corners, close our eyes, face the corner, and never look back. When the game starts, the person in one corner walks to the other corner and pats him gently. the shoulder of the person in front, and stay in that corner, and so on for the next person, and when you get to a corner where no one is around, just cough."

Xiao Li explained.

Those legs kicked the ground suddenly, indicating that he had no upper body to cough.

Xiao Li looked at it, and added: "...or stomp on the spot."

"It is said that there will be one more person in the room at the end."

Fu Jiang stood aside, she took the initiative to quit the first game, and stretched lazily: "I just grew into a full body yesterday, so I won't come."

Xiao Li was left, the weeping woman, and the red-clothed ghost, each with one leg and one corner.

"Clockwise." Xiao Li said.

He closed his eyes and felt that since the other ghosts came, the temperature of the whole room had dropped a lot, but it was still quite lively to some extent.

Xiao Li walked along the wall, and when he reached the next corner, he patted the ghost in front of him on the shoulder.

Judging from the texture of the hair, it belonged to a crying woman.

The weeping woman covered her face and walked forward.

……

On the third lap, Xiao Li obviously felt that there was one more person.

Whether it's a ghost in red, a crying woman, or a leg, they no longer cough or stomp their feet. There are always people walking, but there are always four full seats in the corner.

But Xiao Li didn't open his eyes.

Until he touched a strange, smooth shoulder this time, it didn't feel like any strange talk.

The ghost touched by Xiao Li was a lonely wild ghost recruited by the Four Corners game. It followed the rules of the game, closed its eyes, and when a human touched its shoulder, it curled up the corners of its mouth coldly and moved forward. go.

This is not the first time it has been recruited by this kind of hell game.

Human beings are always so eager to die, they attract creatures that do not belong to this world, but they are afraid to actually see them.

It waited quietly, waiting for the four humans to find themselves, and enjoying their screams and fears.

The game ghost walked forward and soon reached the next corner. It stretched out its hand and patted forward.

A woman's shoulder was patted.

Very good, the screams that will be heard later will definitely break through the sky.

The game ghost fantasized triumphantly, it withdrew its hand, and felt the woman in the corner walking forward.

It's just...why doesn't the touch feel right in its hand?

The game ghost rubbed its thumb and forefinger, it seemed to be sticky, not like nervous sweat, but the taste and viscosity were more like some kind of liquid it was quite familiar with...

Blood?

Is it an illusion?

It may be that the woman's clothes are not of good quality, or that the props are deliberately bloodied, trying to prank another game player.

Oh, it's a pity that what they don't know is that the real ghost has been recruited by them.

Game ghosts.

It stood in place, waiting for the people behind to take pictures of it, another round.

The game ghost continued to walk forward. This time, the person standing in the corner in front of it had changed. It stretched out its hand and patted on the shoulder.

Ok?

left empty.

There seemed to be no one ahead.

Could it be that she has already noticed something is wrong and hid and cried?

Indeed, it seemed that a woman had been crying, that low, frightened whimper.

The game ghost waved his arms in the air strangely, and then touched something near his crotch.

Not supposedly human hair, but a strange flat cut, very bouncy.

The game ghost touched down along the line of the plane section, and it felt that its hand was inserted into a gap——

"Boom--"

Immediately, the next second, it was kicked and rolled backwards.

What the fuck is this? ! !

The game ghost no longer cared about the rules. It opened its eyes, and it took a while in the dark room to see clearly that the "game participant" facing it in front of it was a pair of legs.

The kind of legs without the upper body.

And the place where its palm was inserted just now is the leg seam between the thighs of these legs.

At this time, the legs were facing it very angrily, and they raised their feet and kicked it fiercely again!

Go to hell, stinky rascal!

Game Ghost: ? ? ?

What kind of four-corner game do you say you play with your fine legs? !