I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Xiao Li looked at the man in front of him--especially the indistinct face shrouded in mist, and his heart was very complicated.

The man did not get his look. He sat on that chair with two slender and powerful hands folded alternately, like a real mental patient who came for consultation, and continued to describe his condition: "Besides, I seem to have another disease."

Xiao Li originally adhered to the principle of "silence is golden" and didn't want to talk to him. At the end of hearing this, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity: "What disease?"

"lovesickness."

"..."

The man quietly explained: “I’ll be very happy when I see someone I like, or talk to him, like being filled with a pot of honey in my heart, seeing everything is pink, just wanting to take my everything Share it with him."

"On the contrary, once I can't see him, I will be very anxious, and even want to use drastic measures to trap him, so that he will only look at me from now on, and I will become very... very unlike myself. Can be treated. I am not like this for everything except him. I never care about anyone else."

The opposite of what he said was his tone of voice, cold and restrained, like an iceberg under the sea, showing only a magnificent corner.

"I did a lot of things to him in my dreams, and I told him my fantasy, but the reality is that I can't see him, and I can only communicate with him in words through certain means. Even these exchanges have become less, which makes me unhappy."

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

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

The man stared imperceptibly on his wrist for two seconds--

Xiao Li himself has a pale skin color, and his wrist is just like a jade carving, and he can even vaguely see the blue blood vessels on it, making one can't help but imagine the gurgling blood flowing inside.

When the man spoke again, his voice became even lower and dull. He said frankly, "But my mental condition needs to be corrected urgently, you said."

As if afraid that Xiao Li would be angry, he tapped his fingers on the table again. With this action, he looked at the young man's exposed wrist generously, and extended it upwards——The clothes Xiao Li wore today were also white, with matching The white cover is full of abstinence.

"You don't want to know what I'm thinking, but I can tell you, Doctor Xiao." The man said 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, or you can change it to me."

"But if you are my patient, I will not let you out of the ward."

Xiao Li:???

He followed the man's words and looked at his wrists, and put the rolled up sleeves back again-he thought for a few more seconds, and reached out to draw the loose white coat to his chest.

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

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

The man blinked, he moved closer, and suddenly smiled: "But you are the cause of my illness, and only you can correct me."

He paused, and smiled deeper: "Or, make me worse."

The man’s voice is very good when he laughs, and he can definitely bring down a group of people in the outside world—but Xiao Li doesn’t have a faltering look, at least on the surface—he has gone through all the hard work of the yellow jokes and has been able to ignore such words. He looked at the man in front of him and suddenly said, "Why don't you let others look at your face?"

With the lesson of the headless female ghost with the head of the ghost in the afternoon, Xiao Li had already made up the man's body with an enlarged little yellow book as his head. The strange picture of this head made him look weird.

The man didn't know what he was thinking, but he could see something from the expression of the teenager. After three seconds of silence, he used a rhetorical question: "Do you want to see?"

Xiao Li always thinks that this sentence is a trap question. The next sentence is definitely a request like "Kiss me if you want to see it"——Xiao Huangben and him are half friends (?) who get along day and night, Xiao Li treats it. It can also be regarded as understanding, that is, never say anything that you don't want to disclose. Anything that can tempt Xiao Li, it will try to promote its own kiss.

Therefore Xiao Li didn't speak.

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

Xiao Li: "Why?"

"Because you still don't like me." The man's voice has always been very soft since he entered, but only when he said this, it suddenly sank, "I don't think about treating me. Huh? Doctor, maybe after you fall in love with me, I will heal without medicine."

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

the man:"……"

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

Xiao Li:???

This is not the case by analogy.

He immediately retorted: "I am not, I don't, don't misunderstand my meaning."

The man didn't speak, he looked at Xiao Li silently, and seemed a little lost.

When he is silent, his existence is an invisible pressure and deterrence.

Xiao Li himself couldn’t tell what kind of attitude he had towards Xiao Huang Ben. The sentence he just said was sincere. He thought Xiao Huang Ben was sometimes very cute. When he said pornography, he wanted to tear it up, but The other party has been with him for so long anyway, and it is impossible to say that he has no emotion at all.

But the problem lies here, Xiao Li is not a sex lover, how could he fall in love with a book?At most, he regards Xiao Huang Ben as a friend who loves to talk about pornography.

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

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

After saying this, he stopped moving and sat in place, like a sculpture.

Xiao Li stayed with him for two minutes and couldn't sit still anymore-he didn't know the exact identity of Xiao Huangben, but he wanted to be very powerful. With him sitting here, maybe the ghosts in the dungeon world would not come in!

Thinking of this, Xiao Li began to rush people out: "Would you like to 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: "..."

What a surprise, you are the superfluous, okay!

He coughed and wiped away the dust that did not exist on the white coat-he realized that Xiao Huangben's brain circuit is different from ordinary people, so he can only go forward in a circuitous way, so Xiao Li said: "I also need a little time to think. ."

This time, the man listened.

He glanced at Xiao Li deeply, smiled slightly, and disappeared from his front.

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

Xiao Huangben may be a bit yellow, but his sense of existence is undoubtedly strong. Now that he walks away, the surroundings appear silent again, and even his breath seems to be enlarged.

Eleven, zero, zero thirty...

Time gradually shifted towards late night.

The cold night breeze blew the curtains in front of the emergency room, and Xiao Li was shivering in his arms—he bent down and hugged the little black cat in his arms, and stroked its 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 its arms.

When it was close to one o'clock in the morning, the door of the emergency hall did not move.

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

At present, it is completely invisible from the outside whether it is a human or a ghost.

Xiao Li patted the little black cat on the butt, and put it down after being muddled by the cat's tail. He stood up and looked at the girl, putting his hand in the pocket of the white coat, waiting for her to explain his intention.

The girl seemed a little nervous at first, the lights in the emergency room were dazzling, and the wide scarf covered her mouth, making her voice murky: "Do you think... Am I pretty?"

There is weird.

It is impossible for a normal person to rush to the emergency room in the early morning just to ask an emergency doctor about such topics.

Xiao Li looked up and down the girl in front of him, 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 if you want to still have a question, nod your head yes and shake your head no."

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

So Xiao Li said perfunctorily: "Pretty, beautiful, and beautiful."

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

She took off the mask again, and eventually her facial features were intact, but the part of her mouth was cracked.

Two rows of scars cut by sharp tools spread from the lips to the sides of the cheeks, forming terrible cracks, exposing the flesh inside.

She raised her chin to make the wound look more hideous. She asked: "Then... now? Am I... still pretty?"

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

Rift girl!

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

In folklore, the rift girl appears on the streets and always stops passers-by asking if she is beautiful or not. If the passerby answers not beautiful, she will naturally be killed by the angry rift girl, and if the passerby answers beautiful, then she will Let passers-by become as "beautiful" as her, cut their mouths open.

No matter how you answer it, it is a must-have question.

Xiao Li looked at the two scars on the slit woman, and did not answer her. Instead, he asked an irrelevant question: "How come these two scars on your face?"

Gap Girl: "..."

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

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

Gap Girl: "Now, am I beautiful?"

Xiao Li: "I don't know how to sew, and there are no needles here. Can I use staples to fix it?"

Rift Girl:???

The conversation between two people is not in the same dimension, online cross-server chat.

And in the doctor's dormitory at this time, the rest of the samsaras did not go to sleep peacefully, on the contrary, they all had insomnia.

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

Except for very few people who managed to fall asleep after tossing and turning, most people watch the clock with their eyes open and spend time bit by bit.Of course, there are naturally some people turning upside down in their dormitories, looking for clues that may be hidden.

In a dormitory.

An inconspicuous teenager was lying on the bed with his eyes straight and looking at the ceiling.

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

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

He muttered to himself over and over again in his mind.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

Zhang San forced himself to close his eyes, wanting to fall asleep, but it was counterproductive that the more he thought so, the more tense his spirit, the more he couldn't sleep.

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

The bed in this doctor’s dormitory is a wooden bed, which faces the door vertically. The door is similar to a school dormitory. Above the thick wooden door, there is a tall glass window.

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

At the same time, he also saw the face posted on the glass window. The face was squeezed and transformed, with straw-like hair flying around, staring at Zhang San himself, not knowing how long he looked at it.

Zhang San only felt that his mind was blank, and he couldn't even scream out.

At the same time, at the door of the room, a hand knocked on his door, making a loud knock.

The ghost head against 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 head of the ghost hovered in the air, and the toe of the headless female ghost was 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 fortunate now.

However, as he grasped the straw-like gaze, the lock on the wooden door slowly opened outward, and the lock moved little by little, like a ghost outside the door deliberately intimidating him to play with him.

The twenty seconds that the door opened was stretched into twenty minutes in the scattered world.

The next second, the door opened.