I Wasn't Born Lucky

This grimace existed so abruptly, but An Ran didn't see it at all when she posted the picture, and she didn't have any impression of how it appeared.

She held the phone tremblingly and couldn't hold it steady, and dropped the phone into the fluffy pillow.

An Ran gasped for the air, but that grimace was still in her mind.

After she relaxed a little, her lips trembled. She mustered up her courage and picked up the phone again. After trying three times, she unlocked the phone and clicked on WeChat—the photo was still the same, the grimace was still there, pale and cold, It's not her hallucination.

A bunch of comments have accumulated under that circle of friends:

[What kind of photo is this? It's so infiltrating in the middle of the night, Xiao Ran, you're playing a prank again. 】

【An Ran, are you still there?You made a mistake, right? 】

[Wow, is this it?This fucking can be selected as one of the top ten supernatural photos of the year, why is it so scary?This is not like your style, An Ran. 】

【…】

In the past, An Ran liked to read comments one by one. Now, An Ran was no longer in the mood to reply to them. She deleted that Moments post, and then clicked on the photo album, intending to delete that photo.

At first, I didn't know if it was because her hands were shaking or what, but after I clicked delete, the photo was not deleted.

And that grimace seemed to be sentient. After Anran failed to delete it for the first time, its face turned towards the camera and its curvature changed. It seemed that it was turning its head to look at Anran, showing a warning look——Anron almost threw the phone out!

Because of the change of posture, a corner of An Ran's playing card in his clothes pocket was exposed, and the ace of hearts flashed a faint light.

An Ran clicked the delete button again, and this time the photo was successfully deleted by her, which made her heave a sigh of relief, and collapsed on the bed holding the phone in exhaustion.

Not long after, Roseanne came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her hair was coiled up, and she was holding a hair dryer in her hand, and she was about to dry her hair.

Seeing that An Ran's face turned pale, Luo Shan wondered, "What's wrong, An Ran?"

When An Ran saw her companion, she instinctively wanted to tell her what had happened, seeking comfort: "Luoshan, I... I just uploaded a photo to Moments, but it was a ghost photo, and there was another face behind the photo we took together! Zhu Zhu and the others saw it all."

Luo Shan's face changed drastically, she suddenly thought of her own divination, she said: "Yeah, maybe that divination is right, An Ran, let's... let's go down at the next stop, instead of taking the cruise ship, use other means of transportation to go back."

As she spoke, she began to circle around the room, more scared than An Ran herself.

Looking at Luo Shan's appearance, An Ran faintly felt that this was a little...

In fact, if Luo Shan told her that it was nothing, and told her that it was all her illusion, then An Ran would worry about whether to go on the cruise or not, but now Luo Shan wanted to leave so anxiously, which made An Ran feel uncomfortable and had a subtle rebellion psychology.

She never believed in ghosts and gods. After the initial panic passed, she thought, maybe it was just a problem with the photo software. Maybe she took the photo too far and distorted it into a grimace.

An Ran finally put down her phone and stopped Luo Shan from packing her luggage: "Luo Shan, let's wait and see, maybe I just misread it. Everyone has been looking forward to traveling at sea for so long, how can we not have fun? Let's do it like this. It’s not good to want to leave, all the money has been spent, so I have to listen to the voice.”

Luo Shan let go of the suitcase, looked back at An Ran: "But..."

"Come on, I'm going to take a shower." An Ran said firmly.

Luo Shan didn't know how to refute, she let go of the suitcase, looked at An Ran's back, and sat back on the edge of the bed in disappointment.

On the second day, after Xiao Li finished washing, when he came out of the room, the kitten was still curled up in the corner, guarding the door of Xiao Li's room.

It seemed that it hadn't slept all night. When it heard the door open, it got up immediately, with its tail raised high, and squatted at the door looking at Xiao Li.

Xiao Li was a bit fuzzy, he bent down and reached out to the kitten again, this time the kitten stretched out a paw and put it on his hand.

He picked up the kitten, and the cat sat in his arms and immediately settled down, resting its head on Xiao Li's heart. Listening to the boy's heartbeat, the cat's ears turned back and said goodbye.

It looks very obedient and sticky Xiao Li, but Xiao Li has no intention of taking it out, he puts the kitten beside the bed so that it can sleep peacefully.

The kitten stood on the bed and wanted to leave again when it saw Xiao Li. It leaped precisely into Xiao Li's arms, made a small sound from its throat, and burrowed its head into his arms.

When rubbing against the collarbone, the kitten just rubbed it with the fluff of its head at first, but then looked at the delicate collarbone so close, it couldn't hold back, stuck out its tongue and licked it, and then the fluff turned red, and it buried it shyly. down.

Xiao Li was taken aback by that lick. He patted the back of the kitten's head, picked up the nape of its neck, and put it back on the bed, pressing against the tuft of hair on its forehead: "Sleep well."

The kitten buried its head in its arms this time, looked up at Xiao Li, a humane smile flashed in its beautiful pupils, and it meowed.

Little Huang Ben: 【It's nice to be a cat. 】

Xiao Li left this kitten in the room to sleep, which seemed to have nowhere to go, while he went out to find some food.

He walked out of the room, went to the open-air bar on the cruise ship, ordered a sandwich and orange juice, sat on a chair with a plate, and looked at the sea view outside.

Today's weather is not very good, a bit cloudy, so not many people come here to watch the scenery, most people choose to play in the casino and dance hall inside the cruise ship, and the bar looks very empty.

The light blue sky borders the sea in the distance, and occasionally a few seabirds fly by, which is the only color on the sea. In this scene, the vastness cannot be seen from the ground.

Xiao Li's drawing skills were great, and he was eager to try. He tore off a piece of paper from the notebook he carried with him, picked up a pen, and tried to describe the scene before him on the paper.

When Ye Zeqing came over, Xiao Li was burying his head in writing and drawing on paper. He stood behind Xiao Li and thought for a few seconds whether he would look too enthusiastic and unstyled if he just sat there. Then he decided to pretend to be Inadvertently encountered a coincidence while having breakfast, and sat down with the flow.

The young man went to the bar to order a cup of coffee, took the coffee and sat across from Xiao Li, took a sip proudly, and glanced at Xiao Li pretending not to care: "What are you writing about?"

Xiao Li kept writing, with a lukewarm attitude, and replied casually, "List the clues."

"What clue?" Ye Zeqing asked with interest.

Xiao Li drew two strokes, blacked out the random graffiti on the ocean, and wrote a few words below:

[Poker], [Dancing Girl], [Water Ghost]...

When Xiao Li wrote about water ghosts, the pen suddenly ran out of ink. He shook the fountain pen and wrote again, but there was still only a scratch on the tip of the pen, but no ink.

This pen was almost empty on the ghost train, and Xiao Li kept forgetting to replace it with a new pen. It is considered a disability to survive until now, and it touched the stationery world.

Ye Zeqing said: "No, I never bring this thing with me."

"Okay, then I'll ask someone to borrow an ink." Xiao Li withdrew his gaze.

He raised the inkless pen and held it vaguely in the palm of his hand, then motioned Ye Zeqing to add another hand: "Borrow me."

Ye Zeqing raised half of his eyebrows: "What are you going to do?"

He didn't agree right away, but pretended to be embarrassed but struggled expectantly for a while before reaching out to hold the pen with Xiao Li.

Ye Zeqing has no idea what Xiao Li is going to do at the moment. He is very curious, asking if someone else needs to pretend to be a ghost in order to borrow ink?Would it be too pretentious for two people to hold the pen together——

The next second, he knew, and deeply regretted agreeing to Xiao Li.

Because Xiao Li was sitting across from him and closed his eyes, he didn't quite remember the specific incantation, so he tampered with a few words: "Bi Xian, Bi Xian, I am your destined person, you are my guide, please come to my place In this world, please draw a circle when you come."

Ye Zeqing:! ! !

Pen Fairy...? !

—Did he miss something?Why did you suddenly jump to the column of summoning a pen fairy to die!

Ye Zeqing's physique allowed him to detect the arrival of that spiritual power even one step earlier than Xiao Li - it definitely belonged to a powerful evil spirit, and it came quickly after feeling the call, leaving no time for Ye Zeqing to withdraw his hand , He was overwhelmed by this power belonging to the pen fairy.

The pen fairy was suspended in the air, holding the middle of the pen, and drew a circle on the paper.

——Because there is no ink, there is only a circle of scratches on the paper, without writing, and it is still blank at first glance.

Pen Fairy: "..."

Seeing that the pen moved, Xiao Li offered to summon it himself: "Pen Fairy, help me add some ink, okay?"

Pen Fairy:? ? ?

Who does Sherlock think it is?Add to that, do you need to summon it for such a trivial matter—wait a minute, the point is, it... doesn't seem to have any friendship with this kid, the only intersection is trying to kill him on the train, how did he do it so spontaneously? Are you ready?

It wanted to write a paragraph on paper, but just started to find that there was no ink in the fountain pen.

So everything is back to square one.

Under Xiao Li's expectant gaze and Ye Zeqing's panicked gaze, Pen Fairy was silent for a while, it filled the pen with ink, and then wrote on the white paper: 【I am not a wishing machine. 】

— not a gas station either.

It came by appointment and was responsible for divination of the future pen fairy. It was mysterious and powerful, and traveled through various worlds. It was as famous as Bloody Mary, and its body was shrouded in the fog of fate.

Xiao Li went straight to the stroke, and he said kindly: "Yes, you are a pen fairy, then I will ask you three more questions."

Pen Fairy: "..."

——Wait a minute, I didn't mean that!