I Wasn't Born Lucky

For some reason, Fu Jianlin always felt that this pen fairy seemed to have a problem with his neighbor next door.

When he asked questions before, Bixian answered with a condescending attitude, even with a bit of banter that made him angry, but after mentioning the young man next door, Bixian suddenly became more lively, and the answer was also With rage.

An existence that even a pen fairy can call a devil...

Fu Jianlin suddenly had a lot of imagination, and the face of the black-haired young man who was too beautiful for a man suddenly became gloomy.

The woman on the side had never had much contact with Xiao Li, nor did he have such a deep feeling with the man. She raised her head and repeated timidly: "Devil?"

It was Fu Jianlin who had been asking Bixian before, and the woman hadn't interrupted. At this time, Bixian suddenly turned to her and wrote a line: [You can stand up. 】

"Ah...?" The woman didn't quite understand, she opened her mouth in confusion and uttered a syllable.

Fu Jianlin actually didn't understand, but he knew in his heart that this was not a good word, so he casually poohed to the side, grabbing the pen and wanting to send the pen fairy away.

However, before leaving, Bixian wrote in Fu Jianlin's direction: [Fu Jianlin, you will pay for everything you do until the moment you remember. 】

This line of words on the white paper was like a hook, constantly trying to lift the fog that shrouded his heart, but was forcibly suppressed by some force, preventing the fog from being completely overturned.

Fu Jianlin suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, grabbed the fountain pen, slammed it on the ground, and crushed its pen tip with his feet: "What kind of rubbish, just talk nonsense, rubbish, rubbish!"

The baby was already tired from crying, and fell asleep with its fingers in its mouth, but now it was startled by Fu Jianlin's sudden outburst, and burst into tears again.

The woman wanted to run out in a hurry: "I, I will take care of the children."

Fu Jianlin grabbed her arm and pushed her hard to the ground, venting his uneasiness on her: "Where are you going, you are also a piece of trash, and so is your son—"

As he said that, he was about to stride towards the room where the baby was, but the woman who had been submissive raised her head and grabbed his trouser leg: "Don't touch him, he is also your son, you want to beat me!"

"It's not that I haven't beaten before, why are you pretending to be chaste?" Fu Jianlin turned around, kicked the broken pen into the corner cursingly, "It's good that this child is really mine, this face doesn't look like me at first glance, I think It's the kind of wild man outside you, hurry up, I'm so annoying, tell your son not to cry!"

Seeing that he didn't intend to trouble the child anymore, the woman immediately got up and stumbled to comfort the baby.

Fu Jianlin, who was left alone in the big room, inserted his fingers deeply into his hair irritably. The sound of frying pan and chopping meat continued. He roughly rubbed two balls of napkins and stuffed them into his ears, but he still fidgeted.

It was too noisy, it was so noisy, it made him flustered.

The movement of the next room passed into everyone's ears intact.

Luo Shan couldn't sit still, the place was completely closed, and her mobile phone had no signal, so she could only stay in the room. She waited for a long time until night fell, but she couldn't wait for Fu Jianlin to think of anything.

She glanced into the kitchen, the door over there was ajar, Xiao Li took the initiative to take over Gong Mingming's work, and Shen Mizhi stayed with him inside.

Luo Shan didn't go in to disturb them, but said to Gong Mingming: "Mingming, you said why Fu Jianlin hasn't remembered what happened at night, Moriarty obviously gave enough stimulation, right?"

Ye Zeqing brought a handful of melon seeds from the room where he was, and he was sitting on the sidelines, babbling: "Maybe we should be more direct, for example, just give him a note that says you killed me!" Your wife and your child, now your wife has turned into a ghost and came back to take revenge."

"That's not necessarily true," Gong Mingming said directly to Luo Shan, because the little girl often told her what happened on the ghost ship, so every time she chatted with Luo Shan, she also used the name "Mo Li" for Xiao Li. The name of Artie, "What Moriarty has done is enough. If this is not enough, then this kind of note that directly writes the truth will be considered nonsense by him, so there should be another opportunity, just temporarily We didn't catch it."

"If this is a copy world, our goal is to find this opportunity, and the hint is just evidence."

Listening to Gong Mingming's words, Luo Shan began to ponder, trying to figure out the way out.

Wang Huai and Ye Lingshi did not join their conversation. Compared with the domain of the unknown female corpse, Wang Huai was more worried about the current situation. His gaze finally fell on his own skull ring, and the skeleton seemed to have noticed There was a dark light in his eyes.

On the other side, in the kitchen, Xiao Li was frying a piece of meat back and forth with the handle of the frying pan.

There was a bowl next to it. He had already fried three pieces of meat, but they were either raw or too mushy, so there was no finished piece of meat. Now this piece of meat in the pot was his fourth tentative piece of meat.

Xiao Li seemed to be on the fence with this piece of meat, and wanted to make it by himself, and did not ask the young man beside him for help, so Shen Mizhi just leaned aside and looked at him leisurely.

When Xiao Li was pouring oil into the pan, a drop of hot oil was splashed on the back of his hand, and the back of his white hand turned red almost immediately.

Xiao Li frowned slightly, but he didn't cry out the pain, which was really nothing. He was about to ignore the past, but bumped into another body behind him.

Shen Yanzhi turned off the fire, stuck to him from behind, dragged Xiao Li to the edge of the sink, and turned on the faucet to rinse the back of his hand.

Under the impact of cold water, that piece of skin soon stopped being hot, but Shen Mizhi still didn't intend to stop.

Just as Xiao Li wanted to turn around, the young man tightened his waist from behind, and he said sullenly, "Don't move."

"how?"

Xiao Li was actually used to Shen Mizhi's sudden closeness, but he was still not used to being pressed in front of the pool like this.

Shen Mizhi whispered: "Charge."

The sound of water flowing from the faucet covered the crying of the baby next door, and even the discussion of the people in the living room became weaker, as if there was only this square inch left in the world.

Xiao Li let him hug him for a while, then looked back at the piece of meat in his pot, and made a suggestion: "Recharge at another time?"

"Not good," Shen Mizhi's lips rubbed against the young man's graceful neck, "They are all here today, I can't touch you."

Although he was often unable to contact the other party in the past, but from being frugal to extravagant, since the relationship was established, he can no longer bear not seeing his lover for a long time.

Xiao Li thought of Shen Mizhi's appearance in the afternoon, like a big cat seeing an uninvited guest, standing aside and sulking, because he was always indifferent, and because of Xiao Li's own help, no one could see it.

The young man noticed that he was holding back his laughter, and bumped into him displeased.

A smile appeared in Xiao Li's dark eyes, he turned his head in this posture, raised his head and kissed the young man on the chin.

Shen Mizhi let go of his hand, he put Xiao Li's lips in his mouth, hugged Xiao Li directly, and let him sit on the table directly.

The strength he kissed was like lightning and thunder outside, and they had a good time in this last peace.

At this moment, Ye Zeqing's voice came from the open door: "Moriarty, you've been frying a piece of meat for so long? Nothing will happen, right?"

Xiao Li took a breath, this time it wasn't just the back of his hands, his whole face, even the base of his ears was red, especially his lips, he used to bite Shen Mian's kiss, not only the lips were blood red, but also had bite marks.

Xiao Li said vaguely in the gap: "I still have to fry the meat."

"……I'll help you."

Shen Mizhi said, he grabbed Xiao Li's wrist and pushed him back.

In a place like this, the arrival of night is always frightening.

Due to the notice of the unknown woman last night, everyone did not leave, but stayed at Xiao Li's place together.

They dug out a few quilts from the closet, put them on the floor of the living room, and paid attention to the movement outside.

Once it was midnight, I didn't see any changes outside, but the sound of chopping things came from the next door on time.

The difference from last night is that the sound of the frying pan tonight is extremely loud, but the sound of chopping meat only comes out at intervals of a long time: "Sizzling, sizzling, bang, sizzling, sizzling, bang."

This sound is like the mourning before death, constantly foretelling the coming of danger for everyone.

If it is an ordinary human being, or even some reincarnated people who fall into this field of unknown female corpses, they will be disturbed. If they do not find a way out in the relatively safe few days ago, they will be arrested after the restrictions on the female corpses are fully lifted at night. kill.

It was already early morning, but Luo Shan didn't feel sleepy at all. She sat on the sofa and looked at the plate of fried meat on the table from time to time.

It came from Shen Mizhi's hands. It was fried crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and tasted just right. It was processed by Xiao Li and sprinkled with a little pepper, and it smelled like steak.

Time passed minute by minute, and the door in everyone's sight was finally knocked from the outside.

Xiao Li carried the plate of meat to the door and opened it.

Standing at the door was the nameless woman who came out from the next door.

The difference from last night is that the frying marks on her face are more obvious, not just the wound caused by the splashing of boiling oil, but more like the scald caused by sticking her face to the frying pan alive, fully occupying half of her face .

The woman's hair was loose, and those fluffy hairs looked like the tentacles of an octopus. She was holding a bowl with cartoon bears carved on the outside, which was obviously for children. There was a pile of fried minced meat in the bowl.

The door of the next room was wide open, and there was no crying of a baby, no snoring of a man, no sound of any kind.

"I'll invite you to eat meat." When the woman spoke, the wound on her face moved ferociously. It was only one night, but she seemed to be much stronger. "You have to eat it thoroughly, Otherwise, you will become my flesh."

Xiao Li glanced at the bowl in her hand, and found that it was simply rolling the pieces of meat in the oil pan.

Xiao Li: "No seasoning? Sprinkle some salt, I like cumin better, it will taste better."

woman:? ? ?

Is this a picky cook?

The movement of her handing the bowl paused in mid-air, as if hesitating whether to hand the bowl directly to him.

Xiao Li didn't hesitate much, he directly took the bowl from the woman's hand, and handed his plate of fried meat to her.

He said, "Swap."