I Wasn't Born Lucky

Xiao Li looked at the man in front of him—especially the man whose face was shrouded in fog and couldn't see clearly, and his heart was very complicated.

But the man didn't get his expression. He sat on that chair, folded his slender and powerful hands, and continued to describe his condition like a real mental patient who came for consultation: "Besides, I seem to have a disease."

Xiao Li was adhering to the principle of "silence is golden" and didn't want to talk to him. After hearing this, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity: "What's wrong?"

"lovesickness."

"........."

The man explained quietly: "When I see someone I like, or talk to him, I will be very happy, like a pot of honey has been poured into my heart, everything is pink, I just want to put everything in me Share it with him."

"On the contrary, once I can't see him, I will be very anxious, and even want to take drastic measures to trap him, so that he will only look at me from now on, and I will become very... very unlike myself. But treat Everything but him, I'm not like that, I never cared about anyone else."

Contrary to the content of his speech, his tone was cold and restrained, like an iceberg under the sea, with only a tip of it exposed.

"I have done many things to him in my dreams, and I have told him my fantasies, but the reality is that I can't see him, and I can only communicate with him in words through certain means. Recently Even those exchanges are less, which makes me less happy."

——Because of this, even if he needs to pay some price for entering the dungeon world, he is willing to come in and see the other party.

Thanks to Xiao's family, Xiao Li is not very good at emotional matters. To some extent, he even has a little social barrier.Xiao Li lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves as if feeling hot, revealing a slender wrist, which could be placed on the table: "This is the emergency room of the hospital, not a psychological clinic."

The man stared at his wrist imperceptibly for two seconds——

Xiao Li's complexion is fair, and that wrist is like that of a jade carving. You can even vaguely see the blue blood vessels on it, which makes people can't help but imagine the gurgling blood flowing inside.

When the man spoke again, his voice became even hoarse, and he said confidently: "But my state of mind needs to be corrected urgently, and it was you who said it."

As if he was afraid that Xiao Li would get angry, he tapped his fingers on the table again. With this movement, he generously looked at the young man's exposed wrist, and then extended it upwards—Xiao Li's clothes today were also white. The white outer cover is full of a sense of abstinence.

"You don't want to know what I'm thinking, but I can tell you, Doctor Xiao." The man spoke briskly, "I want to touch your exposed wrist joints, then take off your white coat, and press Do it on this table."

"You can wear a white coat or not, and I can wear it instead."

"But if you were my patient, I wouldn't let you out of the ward."

Xiao Li:? ? ?

He looked at his wrist following the man's words, and put back the rolled up sleeves - he thought for a few more seconds, and stretched out his hand to gather the loose white coat around his chest.

"I have told you about my condition, my doctor, do you have any advice for me?"

Xiao Li selectively ignored what he called himself: "...I suggest that if you don't use your brain, you can donate it to those in need. I didn't ask you to come to me for correction. I don't know how to do psychological counseling."

The man blinked, he moved a little closer, and suddenly said with a low smile: "But you are my cause, only you can correct me."

He paused, and his smile grew stronger: "Or, make me heavier."

The man's laughing voice is very pleasant, and it can definitely make people feel ashamed when exposed to the outside world - but Xiao Li has no expression of wavering, at least on the surface - he has been tempered by pornographic jokes, and he has been able to ignore such words, He looked at the man in front of him, and suddenly said, "Why don't others see your face?"

There was a lesson learned from the headless female ghost paired with a ghost head in the afternoon. Xiao Li had already imagined a man's body in an enlarged yellow book as the head. The strange picture of the head made his expression weird.

The man didn't know what he was thinking, but he could get a glimpse of it from the boy's expression. After three seconds of silence, he asked a rhetorical question: "Do you want to see it?"

Xiao Li always felt that this sentence was a trap question, and the next sentence was definitely a request like "kiss me if you want to see it"—Xiao Huangben and him were half friends (?) It can be regarded as understanding, that is, never say anything that you don't want to reveal, and anything that can seduce Xiao Li, it will try to sell its own kiss.

So Xiao Li didn't speak.

The man continued: "But you can't show it to you, at least not now."

Xiao Li: "Why?"

"Because you still don't like me." The man's voice has actually been very soft since he came in, but when he said this, it suddenly sank, "Don't think about treating me. Doctor, maybe after you fall in love with me, I will be cured without any medicine."

Xiao Li turned his head and looked at him for a few seconds. This time, he said very sincerely and earnestly: "Do you really think that someone will fall in love with someone who can never see his face, and most of the time he is in the state of a little yellow?" Or a ghost? In your eyes, do I look like a fetish?"

man:"……"

He hesitated for three seconds: "You mean, after you see my face, you will like me?"

Xiao Li:? ? ?

That's not how it works.

He immediately retorted: "I'm not, I don't, don't misinterpret what I mean."

The man didn't speak. He looked at Xiao Li's silence and seemed a little lost.

When he fell silent, his existence was an invisible pressure and deterrent.

Xiao Li himself can't say what kind of attitude he has towards Xiao Huangben, what he said just now is sincere, he thinks Xiaohuangben is sometimes cute, and makes people want to tear up when he says pornographic jokes, but After all, the other party has been with him for so long, it is impossible to say that he has no feelings at all.

But here lies the problem, Xiao Li is not a materialist, how could he fall in love with a notebook?At most, he regards Xiao Huangben as a friend who loves to talk dirty jokes.

He could only look at each other as innocently as possible—the man looked into his eyes, and he looked at the mist that seemed to be the position of the eyes...

The man finally retracted his gaze: "I will think about it."

After he finished speaking, he stopped moving and sat in place, like a sculpture.

Xiao Li stayed with him for 2 minutes, and couldn't sit still—he didn't know the exact identity of Little Huang Ben, but he was very powerful. With him sitting here, maybe even the ghosts in the dungeon world wouldn't come in!

Thinking of this, Xiao Li began to chase people away: "Why don't you go back and think about it? I still have to see a doctor here."

The man seemed a little surprised: "Your patient has me, isn't that enough?"

Xiao Li: "..."

Don't be surprised, you are the extra one, okay?

He coughed, and brushed off the dust that didn't exist on the white coat—he realized that Xiao Huang Ben's brain circuit was different from ordinary people, so he could only move forward in a roundabout way, so Xiao Li said: "I also need a little time to think .”

This time, the man listened.

He took a deep look at Xiao Li, smiled slightly, and disappeared in front of him.

After the man left, the entire emergency room was empty again.

Xiao Huangben may be a little yellow, but his sense of presence is undoubted. Now that he is gone, the surroundings seem lonely again, and even his breathing seems to be magnified.

Eleven o'clock, zero o'clock, zero thirty...

Time gradually passed into the night.

The cold night wind blew up the curtain in front of the emergency room door, making Xiao Li tremble with his arms folded—he bent down to hold the little black cat tightly in his arms, and stroked its cat ears with his hands.

The little black cat quietly opened one eye, stretched out its little pink tongue and licked Xiao Li's fingers, it purred comfortably, and fell asleep in Xiao Li's arms again.

The cat's body temperature is very high, and it is like a plush electric heater in the arms.

It was close to one o'clock in the morning that there was any movement at the door of the emergency room.

Lifting the door curtain and walking in was a girl who looked to be in her twenties, with black shoulder-length hair and a long brown scarf that tightly covered the lower half of her face.

At present, it is completely impossible to tell whether it is a human or a ghost just from its appearance.

Xiao Li patted the little black cat's butt, put it down after being covered in the cat's tail, stood up and looked at the girl, put his hand into the pocket of the white coat, and waited for her to explain why he came.

The girl seemed a little nervous at first, the emergency room was brightly lit, and the wide scarf covered her mouth, making her voice indistinct: "Do you think... I'm pretty?"

There are oddities.

It is impossible for a normal person to go to the emergency room in the early morning just to ask the emergency doctor such a topic.

Xiao Li looked the girl in front of her up and down, but didn't answer.

The girl grabbed the scarf with her hand and asked again: "Am I pretty?"

Xiao Li: "You are asking me a question now, but you have to answer a question, nod yes and shake your head no."

The girl's hand holding the scarf trembled slightly. She looked at Xiao Li for a while, and then nodded slightly.

So Xiao Li said perfunctorily: "Beautiful, beautiful, big beauty."

The girl lowered her head shyly, then she slowly raised her head, and cut off the long scarf round and round—under the scarf, there was a mask.

She took off the mask again, and finally the exposed facial features were intact, but the mouth part was split.

Two rows of scars that looked like they were cut by a sharp weapon spread from the lips to the sides of the cheeks, forming terrible cracks, exposing the flesh inside.

She raised her chin, making the wound look even more hideous, and asked, "Then... now? Am I... still pretty?"

When she spoke, the two cracks looked like two Mariana trenches on the surface of the sea, constantly expanding and contracting with the movement of her lips.

Crack girl!

Xiao Li immediately thought of this terrifying ghost in Japanese legend.

In folklore, the rip girl haunts the streets and always stops passers-by to ask her if she is beautiful. If the passer-by answers that she is not beautiful, she will naturally be killed by the rip girl who becomes angry from shame. If the passer-by answers that she is beautiful, then she will Let passers-by become as "beautiful" as her, and cut their mouths open.

No matter how you answer it, it is a dead question.

Xiao Li looked at the two scars on the Gap Girl, and didn't answer her, but asked an irrelevant question: "How did you get these two scars on your face?"

Gap Girl: "..."

She asked hoarsely again: "Am I still pretty?"

Xiao Li: "When you came to the emergency room, did you come to see me for suture surgery?"

Gap Girl: "Now, am I pretty?"

Xiao Li: "I'm not very good at sewing, and there are no needles here, can I use staples to staple it?"

Gap Girl:? ? ?

The dialogue between two people is not in the same dimension, chatting online and cross-server.

And at this time in the doctor's dormitory, the rest of the reincarnated people did not sleep peacefully, on the contrary, they all suffered from insomnia.

Even if there is a place to live, how could anyone be able to sleep in such a terrifying haunted holy place hospital?

Except for a few people who successfully fall asleep after tossing and turning, most people watch the clock with their eyes open, and keep ticking the time bit by bit.Of course, there were also people who turned upside down in their dormitories, looking for possible clues.

in a dormitory.

An unremarkable teenager was lying on the bed, staring straight at the ceiling.

He didn't dare to turn off the lights to sleep here, so even if it would become more eye-catching, he still turned on the lights to fill the room with light.As always, he still didn't dare to close his eyes.

Zhang San, if you want to sleep, you must sleep, otherwise how will you keep up with the big army tomorrow.

He said it to himself over and over again in his head.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

Zhang San forced himself to close his eyes, trying to fall asleep, but what happened was that the more he thought about it, the more tense he was, and the harder it was to fall asleep.

After 10 minutes, he reluctantly opened his eyes again, sat up in bed, and gave up the idea of ​​forcing himself to sleep.

The bed in the doctor's dormitory is a wooden bed, facing the door vertically. The door is similar to the structure of a school dormitory. Above the thick wooden door, there is a tall glass window.

Zhang San sat up like this, and when he looked up, he could just see the glass window on the wooden door.

At the same time, he also saw the face stuck on the glass window, that face was squeezed and deformed, with straw-like hair flying around, staring at Zhang San closely for an unknown how long.

Zhang San felt his mind go blank, he couldn't even scream.

At the same time, at the door of the room, there was a hand knocking on his door, making a loud knocking sound.

The ghost head attached to the glass window made a mouth shape: let me in.

It took Zhang San a full minute to return to the real world. He rolled straight off the bed and crawled to hide by the window on the other side: "No, don't come in!"

The ghost head hovered in the air, and the shoe tips of the headless female ghost were also reflected in the crack of the door. They were getting closer and closer to the room.

Fortunately, he locked the door before going to bed!

This is the only thing Zhang San feels lucky about now.

However, in his eyes grasping at straws, the lock on the wooden door was slowly opened outwards, and the lock was moving little by little, as if the ghost outside the door was deliberately threatening him to play with him.

The 20 seconds when the door was opened was extended into 10 minutes in the scattered world.

The next second, the door opened.