I Wasn’t Born Lucky

The stranger stood still at the door of Xiao Li's house. He looked at the anti-theft door in front of him, and his eyes showed an imperceptible coldness.

He made a simple mark on the wall next to the security door with the red powder in his hand.

Then he took out a master key from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and the anti-theft door opened.

The stranger walked into the living room and quickly glanced at the general facilities in the room-the warm yellow light was on in the bathroom, and the sound of water was flowing continuously, and there were conversations from time to time.

"Don't want to take a bath yet? Look at your dirty one. After washing it, didn't it become..." Xiao Li paused, looking for a suitable adjective, "Is the black one more pure?"

Little black cat: "...meow meow meow!"

...This is the last time I made a pig cry.

In its short-lived cat life, the previous hostess did not give it a bath due to lack of resources. After becoming a stray cat, it disappeared. This is the first time that it has been rubbed in such a large area, feeling under the belly. Cool.

Xiao Li tried to appease it: "Okay, you are not black, you are white, you are a little white cat, I will call you Xiaobai from now on."

Xiao Bai: "......meow!"

The stranger in the living room quietly listened to the sound from the bathroom for a while. After the little black cat screamed, he lowered his head and took out an astrolabe from his arms, and flicked the pointer of the astrolabe with his fingers. An index plummeted.

He looked at the index on the astrolabe, and thought: This cat has a problem, so he can save his life later to see if he can take it for his own use-heh, what about a senior reincarnation? Doesn't it have to be a stepping stone for them to refine props?

He has done a lot of this kind of thing, and there is no psychological barrier for a long time.

Then the stranger, who did not break in, raised his head and looked at the middle of the living room. There was a painting hanging over there, a beautiful ancient painting.

There is a lush peach tree in the painting, as well as a long-haired woman with a slender waist and beautiful costume robes.Beside this woman, there is a disproportionate little stickman who seems to have been drawn by a prank.

It was the ancient painting singer who was brought out by Xiao Li. After he came out, he hung the painting in the conspicuous living room, allowing the actor and ghost to wander at night.

The stranger frowned deeply. He felt that there was something wrong with the painting, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. In the end, it could only be attributed to the stickman being so ugly, it simply subverted the whole painting style.

What the intelligence agent said to him was that the second young master of the Xiao family was a reincarnation with decent strength, not a top-notch, and blocked their plan to find a female, plus this house is indeed not like the place where a powerful person lives. , There is no formation, nor any spiritual weapon, he didn't think much.

He bent down, and a bloody sickle suddenly appeared in his hand between his beckoning hands. He walked slowly to the bathroom, towards the light in the darkness, just like his code name in the organization, Death.

But after just two steps, he suddenly stopped and looked at the painting again.

The angle of the head of the person in the painting has changed.

Originally, it was stroking the peach tree with its face sideways, but now it has turned around, its face changing with the changes in his steps... it is watching him!

The stranger was shocked. The woman in this painting is definitely a ghost, and even the astrolabe can't detect it. Its strength must be above the ghost, and it is the strength of the boss!

Then who is Xiao Li, how could there be such a level of ghost?

The singer stared at the stranger, it smiled and walked out of the painting.

The stickman who followed it came out. The stickman was not spiritual enough, just hiding behind the singer.The singer flicked the sleeves in the air, half covering her face, opened her mouth but made no sound, and sang a silent play.

The stranger severely chopped down the singer's face with the sickle in his hand. At the same time, he reacted very quickly and took out a lighter from his arms, trying to light the painting.

But before the lighter was released, another resistance came from behind him. It was a slender strand of hair from the doll who had been sitting on guard at the door and was hidden in the dark.

The singer smiled slightly, and the stickman jumped up to take the lighter, and it got closer to the man who was restrained and unable to move. It bent down and stretched out his hands towards the man——

The strange man's face was pale, he took out a blood-colored doll from his arms like hemorrhaging, squeezed it fiercely, and then bit his fingertips and dripped a drop of blood on it.

The baby grew up quickly, and looked exactly the same as the stranger. It was a very precious life-saving item replacement doll.

Wawa accepted the attack from the singer in place of the man, but he took the opportunity to fly and flee.

But when he came to the door, the doll sitting on the threshold coldly raised his head and tripped him.

The singer appeared when he stretched out his hand and dragged him directly into the painting.

In the bathroom, Xiao Li glanced outside the door as if consciously. He dried the foam in his hand, clamped the sprinkler to the shower, went to the door and opened the bathroom door and looked out.

Seen nothing.

Tan Li ran to his leg.

Xiao Li grunted the doll's head with his hand, turned around and went to the bathroom, but was stunned at first sight——

In such a short period of time, the little black cat did not know where to get a simple purple umbrella, set it under the sprinkler, and hid under the umbrella to resist the splash.

Xiao Li: "...I thought this umbrella was thrown in Juhun Village to show your old master the roof, but you took it back?"

The little black cat stubbornly hid under the umbrella: "Meow, meow."

——Actually, it wasn't that Xiao Li had to take a bath forcibly. Tan Li waited for the ghost to help Xiao Li guard it again. It had forgotten the umbrella long ago.

Xiao Li put away the umbrella, regardless of the little black cat's struggle, washed the wet little black cat clean, wrapped it in a towel, and turned on the hair dryer.

The little black cat did not like the sound of the hair dryer. It purred in protest, but it was useless. Xiao Li grabbed the back of his neck and blew it all over his body.

After finally being blown dry, the little black cat had long been unable to bear it, and used his teeth to bite against the palm of Xiao Li's hand without any effort.

After the bath, the little black cat removes the dust, the tone is deeper, the hair is soft and fluffy, and with those round eyes that are not slippery in autumn, it blends with the night when standing in the night.

Xiao Li shook his hand, he stroked a handful of small black cats from start to finish, and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

The little black cat kicked his chin with his back foot and flung his tail from the bathroom to the living room.

Xiao Li turned off the bathroom light and went to the living room, raising his eyebrows when he passed the ancient paintings——

There is an extra shadow of a person in that painting, lying at the feet of the singer, his face is painful, and there is a line of words on the edge of the painting: [My name is Xiuji.

Not surprised, Xiao Li turned on the TV and chose a drama channel to show Xiuji, while sitting on the sofa, listening to the babble in his ear, he played with his mobile phone.

His WeChat group has been very lively recently. Although he does not watch the forum, there are Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing, and he also knows something about the forum.

For example, the newly released global ranking of reincarnations is about to be updated, and there are intense discussions among various regions; for example, Park Soo-jin wants to invite him to dinner; for example, the top figures in various regions have already communicated with each other; and for example... Sherlock and Mo Riati's competition.

Zheng Yi said: "Xiao Li, someone said that Moriarty is better than you. Are you ridiculous? Don't worry, I have already popularized your glorious history with other people and argued with that person."

And Ye Zeqing said: "Xiao Li, do you know Sherlock? It seems that the rookies of reincarnations from all over the world are mentioning this name recently. I think the behavior on the forum is very similar to yours, but it is definitely not as strong as you."

Xiao Li: "..."

He chose to cut out of WeChat, opened Pesticide and Shen Mirage for a round.

——

After the global copy is merged, the task interval has also become longer.

And Xiao Huangben was incredibly peaceful during this period, as if he was really a task book. Only when Xiao Li proactively poked him, he would respond with a few words.

...Just like a young man who is about to meet his sweetheart.

Xiao Li had an ominous premonition. He faintly felt that Xiao Huang wanted to make a big deal, but he didn't have any evidence until he received the notification of the next copy of the world.

[Every city has its own urban ghost story, which is often hidden in everyone's life and exists in everyone's mouth.And your location this time is the Cavill Hotel-according to legend, there is a non-existent room in the depths of the hotel. Some people can't see it, but some people can walk in.Anyone who walks in will die one after another within five days.Who knows whether this strange story is true or not?

[Remaining safety time: three minutes.

[This task: 1. Verify the authenticity of the strange story within seven days. 2. End everything before it comes. You can choose to complete the above tasks. After completion, they will be randomly sent back to the real world.

[Friendly reminder: To verify the authenticity of the strange talk, you must personally participate in it, and you must enter the room, please hurry up.

For this mission, because Xiao Li and Ye Zeqing had signed the team talisman, the two of them were queued together.

In addition to the two of them, the rest of the reincarnations have two Asian faces, one European and American face, and one black.

They looked like a tour group, standing in front of the Cavill Hotel.

It was a splendid five-star hotel, and it was very crowded, with tall revolving doors and brilliant chandeliers, which made people dizzy.

A few reincarnations look at me and I look at you. In the end, it was the European and American who spoke first. He spoke English and sounded in English accent: "I am Hull."

One of the Asian women was very short. She looked less than 1.6 meters tall and had Qi bangs. She smiled: "My name is Reiko and I come from Vietnam."

The black said simply: "Maybach."

Another Asian man was too old, with a little beard: "gluttonous."

Ye Zeqing met a name more domineering than him, couldn't help but look at the other person twice before saying: "Just call me Yan Luo."

Xiao Li: "Moriarty."

It seems that his name has been controversial recently. The white man Hull heard it and said: "Moriarty, do you know Sherlock? AK47 has been mentioning him since he came back from that copy. I want to see and see China's strong By."

Xiao Li: "..."

——He said that he didn’t know him, and he didn’t know him. He seemed to be a little embarrassed when he opened the vest...

Xiao Li smiled. He was about to dismiss the subject casually, but after seeing a figure behind the revolving door of the hotel, he was stunned for a while.

Is it his illusion?It seemed that a young man had taken the key card at the front desk of the hotel, and the young man's profile was handsome, very similar to Shen Mizhi.

The author has something to say: Xiao Huang Ben: I am a human this time!