I Wasn’t Born Lucky

In the backyard of the hotel, as Lance said, a coffin was placed quite abruptly.

The rest of the backyard was scorched, exuding an unpleasant burnt smell, mixed with rainwater, and from time to time charcoal was washed into the soil.

However, the coffin has chosen a good position. It is located under a hayloft. The hayloft has already been burnt with a hole. However, due to the timely arrival of heavy rain, half of the turf is firmly supported on the roof. Shelter the coffin from wind and rain.

Xiao Li estimated the rain outside, he returned to the hotel entrance, lifted the original bench on his head to cover the rain, and quickly walked to the coffin.

The lid of the coffin is tightly closed.

Just looking at the exterior of the coffin, it is not difficult to imagine the scene inside—maybe the ghost of the coffin is lying stiffly inside, staring at the coffin board with those godless eyes.

Other reincarnations also followed in. AK47 still carried Park Xiujin, but was different from Xiao Li, they instinctively separated some distance from the coffin.

Xiao Li gently stroked the edge of the coffin with his hand, and lifted the coffin board directly.

At first, it couldn't be lifted.

Xiao Li used his index finger to scrub the edge of the coffin back and forth. Without saying anything, he took out his phone and started setting the alarm clock.

The coffin board moved tentatively, and then moved again, the coffin ghost poked a head out of it in disbelief, retracted it, and poked it out again, Xiao Li was still there.

——It must be the wrong posture to open the coffin board!

The coffin ghost is obviously dry and thin, and its cheeks are sunken into a bitter gourd, with a dull expression, but Shimizu is so desperate for some reason...

Xiao Li jumped out of the alarm clock interface and typed in the memo: [Meet again.

The coffin ghost was holding the mirror in its arms, and a trace of determination flashed in its eyes. It glanced at Xiao Li, then looked at Park Xiujin on the back of the surrounding AK47, and touched the mirror with a little care.

A bright light flashed through the prophetic mirror, showing a line:

[The prophecy cannot be broken, you will be corrected.

Xiao Li started taunting: [How to correct?Use your coffin to transport us one by one?

He was sitting on the edge of the coffin and easily reached out and snatched the mirror of prophecy he had coveted for a long time from the ghost of the coffin.

Coffin Ghost:!!!

Its mirror!

Xiao Li put his index finger in front of his lips, and said with his mouth: [Don't be afraid, I will pay you back, let me see.

Coffin Ghost: "..."

Believe you a ghost.

Xiao Li stroked the mirror with his hands like a coffin ghost. His fingers were slender and slender, which lined the mirror with even a little gorgeous beauty, but the Mirror of Prophecy was indifferent.

Very indifferent and very loyal.

Xiao Li raised his head and asked the coffin ghost: [How do I use this mirror?

The coffin ghost slowly crawled out of the coffin, holding the coffin with old bones, and standing still outside, making gestures: [You, what do you want to ask?

past.Xiao Li wrote, [I just have to look at the past of this town.

The coffin ghost gave Xiao Li a fixed look. He placed his hand on the edge of his mouth and coughed silently: [The mirror of prophecy is the future, and the coffin stores the past. If you want to see the past, , Got to enter this coffin.

Xiao Li stretched out his hand and pressed the bottom of the coffin, and found that there was a soft cushion underneath the coffin, and it was soft when pressed. The ghost of the coffin would quite enjoy--

Then he lay in.

...He really just lay in like this.

Other reincarnations:???

What is Sherlock?!

Before Qing Shui came over and pulled Xiao Li out, the coffin board had automatically closed, completely covering the coffin.

Then the coffin ghost pressed the edge of the coffin firmly, and turned his unkind eyes to Shimizu and others.

——

The inside of the coffin is very dark and very small. This kind of environment can easily cause tension and despair.

But Xiao Li was okay. He looked at the coffin board closed above his head, his expression remained unchanged, he just pulled the corner of his mouth and set the mirror he held in his left hand on the coffin board.

The mirror really had some connection with the coffin. As soon as it touched the coffin board, it stuck tightly on it.

Xiao Li touched the mirror again with his hand, and wrote down what he wanted to see on the mirror, but the mirror still didn't show it.

Xiao Li rubbed his chin. Since he was so toasting and not eating fine wine, he snapped his phone with one hand, pressed three QQ emoji candles on the phone screen, and silently spit out an English word: [Bloody Merry, B——]

The Mirror of Prophecy: "..."

It remembered the scene where it was broken by Bloody Mary in the previous prophecy.

In the next second, the mirror of the two or five boys flashed, and the picture Xiao Li wanted appeared directly.

It was in the attic of the old house.

The owner of the old house is about 30 years old, with a long beard, standing with his back, watching the people rummaging in the baggage of the attic.

Soon after, the subordinate took out one of the packages from the pile, unfolded it, and put it respectfully in front of the owner of the old house.

There are costumes, rouge, makeup box, scrolls, pen and ink, etc.

"Is this what he left behind..."

The owner of the old house murmured, he picked and picked from the package, and in the end he took out nothing, but took out the whole package.

In the next scene, the children in the town are playing lively on the side of the road. A child said loudly: "Mr. did not detain today. Shall we go out and play?"

As soon as he said this sentence, his expression was not right. He opened his mouth and tried to spit out another sentence, but he could only squeeze out a "chuck" sound from his throat.

At this point, silence fell.

The mirror picture also ends here.

For fear of Xiao Li's misunderstanding, the Mirror of Prophecy said: [Showing the past is not my strong point, I tried my best.

Xiao Li absently touched the edge of the mirror like a dog, and it was not the words of the mirror that made him dazed, but the image of the mirror just now-inside the coffin, it made a sound.

But when outside, this mirror is extremely quiet.

So is it because of the coffin?

Just like the coffin ghost stays in the coffin without decay, can it resist the silence to some extent?Or……

While Xiao Li was thinking, the mirror image suddenly changed again.

It appeared a bed.

A bed that Xiao Li was very familiar with, even the bed he had just moved back into.

The bed in his small apartment.

Along with the appearance of this bed, Xiao Huang's Ben was shaken, and a line of handwriting with luminous attributes displayed: [Since I have seen it all, why not take a look at your future?

Xiao Li: "...I remember I said that I don't believe in prophecies."

This time, Xiao Li spoke directly, but if he really did as he thought, speaking in this absolutely closed coffin was not a violation of taboos.

Xiao Huangben faintly showed: [Actually, I don't believe it, but everything I have said will become the future.

Before Xiao Li could answer, Xiao Huangben, who "everything says will come true", continued: [I will stay in this bed in the future.

[I will hold you on this bed.At first, you were too hot and refused to let me hold it. Then I adjusted the temperature. If you feel cold, you will get into my arms obediently.

...... It turned out to be very warm.

[Because of the cold, I hold you tightly, but this will not last long, because I want to be closer to you.I like everything about you, and then I will take your cheek and kiss, and eat you in.

[I would suggest you buy a bigger bed.

[Or just move to my house.

...It's totally uncomfortable!

Xiao Li said: "..."

He didn't think he had anything to say-he finally said: "Can I ask you a question?"

Xiao Huang Ben: [What's the problem?

Xiao Li asked: "Who are you?"

Xiao Huangben said: [Don't worry, you will know soon.

After it displayed this sentence, the prophecy mirror trembled and returned to its original darkness.

Losing the source of light, the interior of the entire coffin became very depressed.

Xiao Li closed his eyes, put his hands together on his chest, and experienced the life in the coffin for two minutes.Then he "hissed" and opened his eyes, and pushed the coffin board above his head with his hands, but he didn't push it.

The boy moved and drew a scalpel from the sleeve tube. He said: "To do a multiple-choice question, do you want to let me out by yourself, or I will chop you for firewood and go out by yourself-friendly reminder , If you choose the latter, your home is gone."

Ten seconds later, the coffin board opened tremblingly.

As soon as Xiao Li came into contact with the light from outside, he squinted his eyes, propped up his body, and put away the scalpel.

The coffin ghost was standing aside, looking at his coffin eagerly, and could not see how it threatened the reincarnations.

Xiao Li simply crawled out of the coffin. He patted the ghost of the coffin on the shoulder and wrote a polite compliment on the white paper: "Your home is good.

Coffin Ghost: "............"

Xiao Li reluctantly returned the Mirror of Prophecy to it and walked to Qingshui: [Let's go.

Qing Shui stopped talking and looked at Xiao Li eagerly, then at the coffin ghost, and followed Xiao Li.

After walking out of the hotel, Shimizu wrote on the paper: [Sherlock, you just... why did you actually lie down in the coffin?

He asked himself, changing to himself, even if he really knew that there would be important clues in the coffin, he might, probably, probably wouldn't lie in it.

Once something goes wrong, it is buried alive.

Xiao Li glanced at him: [En?Comrade Shimizu, your thinking is a bit biased. Is it important why I lie down?It doesn't matter, what matters is what I got.

Shimizu: […………No, I think it is very important.

Xiao Li: [Well, then, I just want to experience it, I'm curious.

Shimizu: […………]

——So curiosity, are you a cat?

On the other side, the hotel backyard.

The coffin ghost held the mirror and lay back in the coffin. When it was about to leave again, it suddenly noticed something was wrong.

It looked at the coffin board, reached out to touch it, and let out a silent roar--

Because Xiao Li carved a line on the coffin board:

... Sherlock is here for a visit.

The author has something to say: Xiao Huang Ben: Whatever I say will come true.

Xiao Li: So?

Xiao Huangben: So all the time, I am not yy you, I am predicting our future life.

Xiao Li:...