I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Xiao Li turned around and handed three hundred yuan to the man. The other party quickly took it and stuffed it into his pocket. Then he pointed to the tablet and said: "My brother is here. You continue to worship. You are so sincere. He has the spirit of heaven. I know, I will definitely feel relieved."

Would Zhang Tao feel relieved Xiao Li didn't know, but he felt that if Zhang Tao had become a ghost, the first thing he might do would be to come back and find this unlucky brother.

When Zhu Yiting and the others saw that the photo crisis had been resolved, and that they had been discovered, they simply walked in from the corners and outside the door one after another, and pretended to bow several times to the tablet.

Then Xiao Li looked at his younger brother and asked quite directly: "Did you find a black box when you were sorting out Mr. Zhang's belongings?"

As soon as he said this, Tao Fei glanced at the man nervously, her hand in her pocket, ready to take out the ghost exorcism.

"Black box?" The man raised his left eyebrows high and glanced at Xiao Li. "I haven't seen it."

Xiao Li has been observing his expression, and seeing that the doubt in the other person's expression is not in the slightest hypocritical, he pointed to the coffin parked beside him and asked, "Then have you seen your brother today?"

He changed this topic too quickly, and it was a bit too direct in Tao Fei's ears. What's more, it was the man who had a bad temper. The other party immediately changed his face and said his voice higher: "What do you mean?"

As soon as Tao Fei saw the battle, he immediately tried to reassure the other person, and said softly: "He just ask, don't mind, we also have friendship with your elder brother, so we care about him..."

"That can't be like this in my brother's mourning hall," the man said, becoming more angry, "this point comes to worship, but also sneaks, what on earth are you doing?! Did the village chief ask you to come?"

Tao Fei: "No, no, no, you misunderstood, we are really just here to worship your elder brother."

Xiao Li was blocked behind Tao Fei and sighed silently. He naturally extended a hand to Zhu Yiting again——

Zhu Yiting: "..."

He didn't really want to admit that he got Sherlock in one second-the young man took out another three hundred dollars from his pocket, patted his face in the palm of the opponent's hand with great pain, and made a "I have no money" Mouth shape, indicating that the other party must also change a sheep wool.

Xiao Li stretched out a hand directly over Tao Fei who was defending, and patted the money in front of Zhang Tao's brother. The other's expression changed and he immediately took the three notes, and his anger disappeared: "Okay, just ask if you have any questions. Mr. reporter, remember to beautify me in the report and make a recommendation. Our food is pretty good."

Tao Fei, who racked his brains to think about how to appease Zhang Tao's brother: "..."

——Who is this?

There are many kinds of people in this world, most of them will be broken for the death of their relatives, but from the behavior of Zhang Tao’s brother Zhang Tao’s loss of money as soon as he meets, it’s obvious that he does not belong to the former, but the part that opened his eyes to the money .

Xiao Li asked: "Do you remember how your brother died?"

"I don't know the details," Zhang Tao's brother recalled the scene at the time. "My brother and I were separated. His wife died early. I haven't married yet. I usually see each other about once a week. Just yesterday, I lacked someone here to collect food and asked him for help, but he didn't respond, so I broke in and found that he had already..."

When he said this, a trace of depression appeared on his face: "We haven't had anything like this in our place for many years. I went to the village head. The village head said it should be a sudden death. He urged me to bury it quickly. Let me not tell others as soon as possible... By the way, Mr. Reporter, don't you say that I said it."

Xiao Li nodded and agreed to him: "The last question, do you have any special customs in this village?"

"Customs?" The man thought for a while, "It's nothing special. I go to bed at nine o'clock in the evening. Does that count?"

Zhu Yiting, who was listening quietly, couldn't help but interrupt: "What kind of custom is this?"

"Then it's gone." The man said.

Xiao Li nodded thoughtfully and ended the questioning to him. Tao Fei then asked him a few simple questions, and they left here together.

——

At the same time, a residential house in Juhun Village.

A middle-aged woman was folding something with straw under an oil lamp. There was a pile of straw at her feet. Her surname was Li, and everyone called her Sister Li.

Although the light in the room is dim, her hands are very dexterous, obviously quite skilled, and quickly folded the straw into a human form.

She stood up holding the scarecrow, took out a small dressing box from the cabinet on the side, opened the dressing box, and took out a copper bell and a box of rouge from the inside.

She applied rouge on her index finger, rubbed it on the scarecrow's heart, and muttered in her mouth: "The hour has come, the soul has returned, the hour has come..."

However, nothing happened.

Aunt Li looked at her index finger, her eyes flashed with a hint of determination, then she bit it, squeezed a drop of blood, replaced the original rouge, and continued to recite the words silently.

But the house was still calm and there was no movement she expected.

Her figure stood there as if it were frozen. After a long time, she sighed and put everything back, including the scarecrow, and came to the bed, ready to fall asleep.

As soon as her ass hit the bedboard, a clear knock came from the wooden door that had been in disrepair.

"Who?" She sat up again and asked outside the door.

"...It's me." A rough voice sounded, and it belonged to a certain man in the village.

Aunt Li recognized the voice of the person outside the door, she relaxed and walked over and opened the door: "Zhang Tao, why come to me at this time?"

The man outside the door turned pale, his face turned blue, and someone who didn't know under the hazy moonlight thought he was a dead person.

Zhang Tao didn't speak. He handed the black box in his hand to the opponent, the bending of his arm with a certain unnatural stiffness.

Aunt Li took the box questioningly: "What is this? Why are you looking so ugly today? What happened?"

Zhang Tao's secretive eyes shifted from the box to the middle-aged woman's face, and his voice hoarse: "Take it apart."

Then he walked away in the opponent's line of sight.

Li Sao was left standing at the door of her house, looking at the box in her hand, and decided to catch up and ask—she turned around and closed the door, trying to follow Zhang Tao’s back, but the person seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact she was always there. In front of her, she could not catch up until she followed him to the mourning hall.

The hall...?!

Sister Li immediately realized that there was something wrong, and the sense of fear that was suppressed by her acquaintance came up again. She looked at the two white lanterns in panic, and walked in one step at a time until she saw the middle. She knelt directly on the ground: "This...what's going on?!"

The movement she made was so loud that Zhang Tao’s brother rushed out again, seeing that it was Sister Li, he was taken aback for a moment before he stepped forward and helped him up: "Oh, Sister Li, what's wrong? Come to worship my brother?"

Sister Li didn't know where she got her strength, she grabbed Zhang Tao's brother by the collar: "Zhang Chang, I ask you, when did your brother die?"

Zhang Chang has a bad temper. He wanted to scold someone when he was so caught, but seeing that Li's face was really wrong, he suppressed his temper: "Just yesterday. I went to his house to find him for something, but found that he was already lying on the ground. I'm dead. The village chief also knows about this. Let me stop telling others, stop for seven days and bury it quickly."

What Zhang Chang didn't say was that the village chief gave him some money, and he agreed not to speak out in the village. Otherwise, because of his temper, every household would have to pay enough money for the bereavement.

"But I...but I just saw him!" Aunt Li pointed to the black box that fell to the ground and said, "He came to my house to find me and gave me this back!"

"How is it possible? Sister Li, are you dreaming?" Zhang Chang does not believe in ghosts and gods—in fact, he is not a native of Juhun Village. He was taken by his parents back to his eldest brother after he was ten years old. Picked up the black box and opened it directly, "The group of outsiders who came before also mentioned some black box, but I want to see what is inside..."

Aunt Li's face was pale, she had a bad premonition in her heart for some reason, and she quickly reached out to stop Zhang Chang, but the other party had already opened it first. Her eyes were fixed on the inside of the black box, and Aunt Li stretched out her head to look. Go, breathing quickly.

——

Xiao Li and his party went straight back to the room.

Shi Ye and the others sat by the bed waiting for them. Seeing someone returning, Shi Ye stood up first and swept them one by one with piercing eyes: "Did you find anything?"

Tao Fei glanced at Xiao Li quickly, trying to ask for the consent of the other party, but the boy was already sitting at the small table and had no plans to pay attention to Shi Ye, so Tao Fei hesitated and said, "The family in the west has died. Zhang Tao, the one in the opening CG, was playing the first seven. We were attacked by him when we went, but fortunately, his brother showed up in time and we were fine."

Shi Ye: "How did he die? Is it related to that black box?"

Tao Fei shook his head: "We don't know this yet. His brother said he hadn't seen the black box. When he went to find his brother, he knew that his brother was dead. He also said that the village chief told them not to stretch out."

"The village chief..." Shi Ye walked back and forth in the house, "He must be a breakthrough! Let's ask him tomorrow!"

Shi Ye asked over there with enthusiasm, but Zhu Yiting was abnormally quiet.

The young man grabbed his two little friends into the corner, separated a part of his mind to pay attention to Xiao Li, and whispered to them: "I remember, that Sherlock, do you remember?"

Yongchun and the third person Fan Renqi shook their heads.

Zhu Yiting went on to say: "Just share the thigh teammate's post you have seen in the forum, the one that Ye Lingshi still bubbling--I'll just say how familiar this name is!"

Yongchun changed his angle and looked at the black-haired teenager who was staring at the task book beside the oil lamp. He felt that the other person looked very harmless, green and quiet at this time. He recalled the description of Sherlock in the post. With words, I couldn't help asking: "Is it him?"

Fan Ren thought about the key words describing Sherlock in the post: strange, powerful, and dumbfounded. He then thought about the excuse me that he asked heaven and earth all the way through—

"It's him." Fan Ren said firmly.

Zhu Yiting drew out his pockets at them angrily: "He cost me 600 yuan today, Grandpa Mao, RMB!"

"There is no difficulty in the information that can be bought with money." Yongchun comforted him, "And didn't they all say that they would pay you back? Do you remember to ask him for WeChat account, and if you have money, you get another WeChat account? Pretty good."

Zhu Yiting was suddenly out of anger when he said that: "That's right, I will have his WeChat account by myself, and I will be mad at you."

At this time, the focus of their discussion, Xiao Li was seriously confronting Xiao Huangben at the table.

Xiao Huang Ben was quiet for a while, and now he made a resolute request to Xiao Li: [Do you really want to sleep in Datongpu?Baby, I know you can’t sleep well, don’t force yourself, I have other places for you to sleep.

Xiao Li used a black pen to write a sentence stroke by stroke: "I will sleep here."

In Xiao Huangben’s description, this room seems to be more dangerous than the world of ghosts: [Dangerous here.

Xiao Li:?

[There are other men, it's dangerous.Xiao Huangben firmly stated, [...Women are not good either, they are also dangerous.

In Xiao Huangben’s world, he may only be safe by his side, although Xiao Li’s view is completely opposite to him-if he promises Xiao Huangben to go out to sleep, he feels that he is likely to face a waking up." The dilemma of "tragically lost"...

This is scarier than haunted, OK!

Xiao Li held his cheek and wrote smoothly with his other hand: "Other people are not wild beasts. What's the danger? No one is in the mood to do that kind of thing in this kind of place."

He silently added in his heart: Except you.

Xiao Huang Ben: [Even if they didn't show it, but I think they are thinking that way, I can't stand this.

[Because I like you, I want to kiss you, and the way you fall asleep is even more difficult for me to hold. I can describe a bunch of actions I want to do to you when I open my mouth, but I have been patient—— This was originally the thing I was not good at, but now because of you, it has become something I don't do all the time.

The tip of Xiao Li's pen paused on the pale yellow paper, and because of the loss of control, a black scratch was slid on it. The black-haired boy looked at the handwriting and his heart was filled with unspeakable ellipsis.

After a long time, he picked up a pen: "...Why me? Do I know you? You are a ghost. I haven't encountered a ghost before I entered this world."

This time, the little yellow book paused for a long time and seemed to be thinking. It has a lot of things to say, but the one sentence that finally appeared on the paper was: [Because you are the cutest.

Xiao Li originally had some expectations: "..."

——Hopefully for Xiao Huangben's answer, he is still too naive!