I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Outside the hotel, the torrential rain that used to extinguish the fire has turned into moderate rain, which will finally get wet on the street ground that was dried by the morning sun.

The reincarnations did not bring umbrellas, so they could only walk sideways under the eaves of the shops along the road to ensure that most of their bodies were not wet.

Xiao Li wrote out the past scenes he saw in the coffin and told others, which aroused discussion among the reincarnations.

Shimizu wrote thoughtfully: [So the silence in this village is related to the legacy of the grandfather of the old house owner.But the mirror didn't give any more information. It seems that the key clue is still in the ancient house.

[And the costume is very problematic...] With his years of experience in watching horror movies, Shimizu has already made up a terrible picture——

In the night without people, the moonlight was dim, and the beautiful but weird costume was hung on the hanger.

There was no one in the room, the doors and windows were closed tightly, but the costume was silent.

The edges and corners of the costume were originally drooping, but suddenly, its sleeves gradually arched, and one arm stretched out, as if an invisible person was wearing the costume, which opened the silent prelude.

After passing a short distance in front of the hotel, Xiao Li suddenly turned back to the residential house diagonally opposite the hotel.

The door of the folk house was half-hidden when they first came out of the hotel, but at this moment it was closed. It seems that its owner has returned from the outside.

Xiao Li walked back a few steps. He looked up at the rain above his head, then looked back and took out the small bench from the hotel, and placed it on his head in the same way.

Although this can prevent a part of the heavy rain from hitting his head, it still cannot stop a small part of the rain from eroding his clothes.

Xiao Li came to the door of the old man's house. He first pushed the door with his hands, and found that the door had been bolted behind the door, but the old man did not enter the house. He just stood behind the door, as if he expected it. Samsara will come back the same.

In the rain, paper can get wet easily, so Xiao Li switched to a mobile phone.

[Old man, why have you been following us?

Qing Shui followed him and stood beside Xiao Li. He also saw his straightforward question. The young man wrinkled. He thought that Sherlock didn't know the skill of inquiries. Such direct and ordinary residents wouldn't be able to answer. Step by step...

The old man's muddy eyes caught the sentence, and he shook his head slowly but firmly.

This body language may be an answer, or it may be a refusal to talk, but Xiao Li understands the former.

That is denial.

The old man denied that he followed Xiao Li and the others, but he clearly followed them, from the outside of the ancient house last night to the streets that appeared in the prophecy today.

Those who have thrown away reincarnation, the only ones who will still appear in these places are--

Xiao Li pressed on the phone again: "You are not following us, the ghost?

When he asked this, the old man reacted. He was no longer as a walking dead, and the muscles on his face trembled uncontrollably.

The old man opened his mouth, his exposed mouth is like the hotel owner, it is a dark hole, he has no tongue, he said silently: [I'm waiting for it...]

Wait for it, wait for the ghost that only takes away the sound source and face?

Xiao Li frowned. He still wanted to continue to ask the old man some details, but after revealing the information, the old man refused to give a response. He seemed to think that the conversation was meaningless, so he bent over and put away the umbrella. Enter the room.

As soon as the old man turned around, Xiao Li raised his phone and waved at him silently.

The old man glanced back and saw a sentence displayed on the phone screen: "Do you have any extra umbrellas?We don't have an umbrella, it's difficult to walk.

Old man: "..."

It was the first time he saw an outsider who asked him to borrow an umbrella so calmly.

The old man did not have much hostility towards the reincarnations. Otherwise, when he first met, he would not write a note to remind them. Therefore, after he entered the house, he found a few umbrellas and handed them to Xiao Li.

thank you.Xiao Li waved his phone, turned around and put the small bench back, holding up the umbrella.

He gave the other umbrella to others and walked into the rain curtain.

Shimizu covered his mobile phone with an umbrella and glanced back at the room quietly.

Lance just listened to Shimizu's translation, and the European and American man wrote without understanding: [He is waiting for that ghost?Is this his belief?

Shimizu: [Maybe the'it' in his mouth is just a pronoun, what if he means death?He has had enough of such a life, so he wants to be relieved...]

[But are you sure what he and the hotel owner said are true?They are not telling each other that each other is dead.

[If their words are correct, then they are all ghosts now...] Shimizu Dao, [but for some reason, they are special, they did not die directly, but became creatures such as earth-bound spirits, There is no malice towards humans, but he has always been tied to the place of death, so he wants to seek liberation.

Xiao Li watched their analysis. He didn't interrupt, his gaze crossed the edge of the black umbrella and looked at the distant horizon.

The rain is getting worse.

——

In the old house, it was still raining outside the window, and the sound of rain was dull.

Samsaras generally don't like heavy rain. Heavy rain means darkness and inconvenience. But in this dungeon world, the sound of rain is a concealment, and it conceals many sounds.

After returning to the old house, AK47 originally wanted to find a room with a bed to put Park Soo-jin in, but Xiao Li chose the study room, he put Park Soo-jin down on his back, let her lean against the chair next to the study, and looked for it. A rope firmly tied Park Xiujin's arm to the back of the chair.

Xiao Li also moved a chair and sat opposite Park Xiujin, waiting patiently for Park Xiujin to wake up.

Qingshui and the others were not there. They chose to look for clues in the attic that appeared in the Mirror of Prophecy, so there were only two people in the study, Xiao Li and AK47.

While waiting for Park Xiujin to wake up, Xiao Li kept staring at the most central painting in a daze.

The peach trees in the painting are vivid, occupying a large piece of drawing paper. Just looking at the painting, you can see the real scene of the backyard.

I don't know how long it took, there was movement on Park Xiujin's side, she frowned uncomfortably, and then opened her eyes.

At first she didn't react, she only felt that the back of her neck was sore, and she couldn't move, but soon the memory returned to her mind. She stared at Xiao Li with rounded eyes, and combined her mouth: [I …Is this breaking the prophecy?

Xiao Li shook his head.

Prophecy is not so simple that it can be broken.

They can only be regarded as delaying the prediction, but as long as the reincarnations return to that street again in the next few days and let Park Xiu Jin die there, it can be corrected.

If nothing else, that ghost will come to the second round.

Park Xiujin caught a glance from his expression, and her lips were pale and silent at this moment: [That...what shall we do next?

Xiao Li turned his gaze away from Park Xiujin's face and looked at the painting: [You have to work harder, tie it up and see how it will come next time.

Park Soo-jin didn't want to accept this decision. Such little guinea-like roles are often played by plot characters, and the mortality rate is extremely high, but there is no way that she has already made a voice to break the silence-if Xiao Li releases her, she may do it again Falling into a state of being caught by nightmare, she tore her own face, so she chose to accept and cooperate.

AK47 is responsible for taking care of her, including but not limited to knocking out Park Soo-jin again at critical times, or feeding her peaches and other trivial matters.

Towards the evening, Shimizu and others hurriedly returned.

Xiao Li was looking at the collection of paintings by his back. He felt the movement behind him and turned his head.

With a furoshiki in Shimizu's hand, he put the furoshiki shell in the corner and put a pen on the desk and wrote: "Nothing, the stuff on it is gone.Except for some miscellaneous things, the attic was empty. I saw this thing on the ground and brought it back.

[We not only went to the attic, but also went to other places in the ancient house, but found nothing else.] Lance added.

Shimizu came to Park Xiujin: [How are you feeling, how are you?

Park Xiujin has no hands, and can't write. She stared at Qing Shui in front of her whole body tightly, and could only say silently: "Others are okay, but the hands are almost gone. Can you change the position?

Qing Shui also didn't know whether she understood her meaning, stretched out her hand and pinched Park Xiujin's shoulder: [Persevere.

Park Soo Kim: "..."

It was night as time passed.

This time, the others did not choose to go back to their respective rooms to sleep, but chose to transfer the tied up Park Soo-jin to a larger bedroom, and the others would build a floor with bedding.

Since Park Soo-jin was the first deceased in the prophecy, in theory, as long as she is still alive, the people behind are safe for the time being, so the others don't have much psychological struggle.

It was late at night, and they took turns on duty, changing one person every two hours, and the first guard was Shimizu.

Xiao Li is the second post.

It was quiet in the middle of the night, and only the sound of rain was the only sound in this world.

The third post after Xiao Li was Lance. The exorcist was awakened from his sleep and sat quietly in the room.

An oil lamp was lit in the room, which was one of the trophies they searched around in the old house.

The flame of the oil lamp is very thin, but it is better than nothing. It propped up half of the light in this bedroom, set off the rain outside, and pulled out a faint shadow on the wall.

Lance was awakened from a dream, and he hadn't slept much the night before. He stayed for half an hour and couldn't help but feel a little sleepy.

Feeling sleepy, he struggled to pinch himself, then took a small bottle from his large pocket.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, placed it under his nose, and sniffed inside.

This is a bottle of gas he prepared in advance, just smell it, it is enough to stimulate the brain and make people wake up completely.

Lance put away the small bottle, took a deep breath, and looked around.

The others were sleeping, breathing very quietly, and so did Park Soo-jin, putting her head on the side of the pillar. Although she was not sleeping so peacefully, her breathing was very well-balanced.

It was also by the window, the sound of rain and the wind joined together, and occasionally leaves fell down.

Everything is normal, except for—

The face on the window.

The rain hit the window, blurring the rouge at the end of the face and eyes, but what can be seen is that it is lying outside the window and peeking at the samsara.

The author has something to say: Xiao Li: Peeping is not what a good girl should do.