I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Ri Yan didn't know what to do anymore, he had no time to rush to the elevator, and the sound seemed to be coming from the stairs.

Except for these two ways to leave the ninth floor, the houses on the other corridors are all locked. The only thing that can be opened is the non-existent room, but it is undoubtedly a dead end to drink poison to quench thirst.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

The crying sound got closer, and Riyan could tell that it belonged to a woman's cry. Even if the woman was a little bit older, it sounded a bit louder. It was not sharp or delicate, but rather hoarse and rough.

Riyan was limp in place, his eye sockets were moist, he covered his mouth, and stared at the direction from the other side of the corridor where the cry came from-but there was nothing, even if he could obviously hear the source of the crying. Stairs and enter the corridor.

what happened?

His thinking stagnated for a moment, and then he hurriedly used the selfie stick to set up the live broadcaster and directly entered the live broadcast room from the button on the desktop of the live broadcaster.

As soon as Riyan started broadcasting, the audience who had subscribed to his room immediately got the news:

[What's going on, the anchor will change this point?Fortunately, I also cultivate immortals. The champion of staying up late tonight is me.

[Has Rihuohuo go home?Enough live horror movies at night?

[Wait, why is your face pale, the anchor, who doesn't know you think your kidney is weak, why are your eyes red?

Ri Yan no longer cared about what the barrage was saying. He turned the camera tremblingly, adjusted the angle, and looked across the corridor.

This time, a figure appeared on the camera.

It was a woman with long hair. She lowered her head, separated her cheeks on both sides of her long hair, covered her face with her hands, and was weeping constantly, shaking her body, slowly walking towards the sun.

She is crying.

The woman was dressed in white with a messy hem, as if torn by someone, revealing a pair of bare feet.

The toes of those feet were black, from the ankles down, covered with corpses of various sizes, and with every step a wet footprint appeared on the carpet.

[What the hell is this?

[Fuck, the anchor puts poison late at night, I am dying, sleepless tonight, this cry is terrible.

[Where are you Riyan?Haven't come out of the hotel yet?I was almost scared to death by you, and my heart jumped out of my throat.

As the woman approached step by step, the cry of crying hovered around Sunyan's ears like a mosquito's wings. He couldn't bear the fear and didn't want to sit still and wait for death. In the end, he panicked and rushed with his arm covering his face. Enter the 909 room, close the door tightly, put down the selfie stick, and laboriously move the chair to block the door.

Riyan was not enough. He watched around, unplugged the TV, moved the TV to a chair, and reinforced the heavy object.

In fact, if it wasn't for the bed that seemed to be fixed in place, he would have liked to move the bed over.

After doing all this, Ri Yan curled up in the corner and reopened the barrage.

With tears in his eyes, he stammered his last words to the selfie stick: "You may never see me again. I really shouldn't have opened that door... I opened the door of strange talk, and since then, I have been encountering all kinds of weird things, I...I may be dying..."

Outside the door, the crying is getting closer.

Nothing is more terrifying than this fear before death.

Riyan covered her face, burst into tears, and fumbled around her cell phone: "I...I want to call my mother..."

[This... how could this be?Where is the handsome guy who was with you before?Is he away?

[Anchor, don’t do this, I'm so panic, I will help you forward the post to see if I can get a bit of interest.

[Wait...the non-existent door, the legs chasing on the stairs, the crying woman... How come these few strange talks I have seen?

Riyan was already desperate. He pinched his nose and felt like he had been salvaged from the water. At this moment, he saw this barrage and stopped making the phone call like Fuzhi. He asked: "The last two are also strange stories? I only heard the first strange story."

[Yes, the non-existent room in the Cavill Hotel is the most well-known strange story. The other two are not very famous. I also heard my grandma say when I was very young. I forgot it before. Now Just remembered.

[The legs chasing on the stairs are talking about a person walking up the stairs, and there will be a pair of legs chasing him behind; while the crying woman is talking about a woman who fell in love with a man and became pregnant when she was unmarried and gave birth to him Three children, but the man didn't want to marry her, and even kept getting in trouble outside.Finally one day, the woman couldn't help it. She drowned her three children in the bathtub. She also threw herself into the river. After death, her soul turned into a crying woman, constantly searching for her children.

"Yes, but I'm not her child." Ri Yan wiped her tears and communicated with the audience on the barrage, "I... if I say that, will she let me go?"

[I don’t know, this is just one of the weird tales I have heard. My grandma said there are six weird tales, and I don’t remember the others...]

"Did your grandma say how to break the ghost story?"

[This is not... Riyan, I'm sorry, let me help you ask my grandma again.

Riyan was waiting to continue questioning, but the roaring cry outside the door became louder and louder, like a howling squeezed out of his throat.

There is no doubt that the crying woman has stopped at the door.

And the thin door, the chair behind it and other heavy objects... It was obviously impossible to block her.

Riyan thought about the words on the barrage, he gritted his teeth and roared: "You...Listen well, I am not your child! You have found the wrong person, hurry up and go find someone else, I beg you, woo, Your child is waiting for you to find him!"

But to his despair, it didn't work.

Intuition told Riyan that the crying woman was still standing at the door, waiting to break in.

——

Reality plane.

As soon as Riyan disappeared, Ye Zeqing, who was asleep on the bed, immediately opened his eyes.

He did not capture how Sun Yan disappeared, but he sensed the ghostly energy that transferred for a moment, and discovered the disappearance of Sun Yan-Ye Zeqing immediately jumped up from the bed, casually grabbed the clothes on the chair, hurriedly She put on her shoes and went to other rooms to wake up the other reincarnations.

About three minutes later, these senior reincarnations gathered in Xiao Li's room.

Xiao Li didn't wake up much, he rubbed his eyes, and flushed his cheeks with a little cold water in his hand, and asked Ye Zeqing, "He just disappeared?"

"Yes," Ye Zeqing said, "I was asleep at the time, and I only felt the breath of ghosts and monsters. Then he disappeared when I opened my eyes."

In the copy world, this disappearance often means death.

If it’s the storytellers in other dungeons, the reincarnations may not take care of them, at least they will not take their own risks to manage, but the role of Sun Yan in this dungeon world is not the same-first is the camera, the reincarnation The mobile phones are not very convenient. Secondly, Xiao Li always feels that the role of the live broadcast room is not only that. If it is only a camera, Riyan can also be other identities, such as documentary photographers, while the anchor is a relatively special one. Industry.

"I can't sense any of his breath." Ye Zeqing finally said.

When Hull heard this, he stood aside and interjected: "I have a prop that can track others. Let me try it."

He spoke and took out a compass from his pocket.

Hull opened the case of the compass, fiddled with the pointer on it counterclockwise, then muttered the name of "Sun Yan" silently, and let go.

The needle of the compass turned back clockwise, spinning helplessly in place.

Hull shook their heads in the samsara: "I can't track it."

This time the dungeon ghost's technique may also happen to the reincarnation, so everyone is frowning and looking solemn.

Xiao Li kept playing with his cell phone, he called up the call interface and dialed a call.

"You don't want to call Riyan, do you? You know his cell phone number? But isn't our phone without signal?" Ye Zeqing asked in surprise.

Xiao Li took another banana from the fruit basket and stuffed it into Ye Zeqing's mouth, motioning him to shut up: "I'll call the transfer station."

Ye Zeqing removed the banana and put it back in the fruit basket.

He didn't understand what Xiao Li meant at first, but he quickly remembered the previous copy, and his eyelids jumped: "Are you..."

Xiao Li didn't give him a chance to finish this sentence because someone on the other side answered it.

After the connection, no one spoke, only the hissing of the telephone line.

Xiao Li's routine greeting: "Are you okay?"

Phone ghost: "What's the matter with you?"

Xiao Li exclaimed, "I remember that you seem to have the ability to know the phone number of the target person? I didn't give you the phone number. You can get it too. It's amazing."

Phone ghost: "...what's the matter with you?"

The co-author became a repeater.

Xiao Li: "Do me a favor, call an anchor in this world called'Riyan' and ask him where he is and how he is now."

Phone ghost: "..."

It said nothing, so it unilaterally hung up the phone.

Xiao Li looked at the "End Call" button on the phone and said "OK": "Wait for news."

Ye Zeqing: "………………"

——It was the first time he saw someone who used the phone as a microphone like this...

Hull didn't know what to say, he asked Ye Zeqing, "Ye, who is Moriarty calling?"

Ye Zeqing said irresistibly: "Telephone enquiry desk."

Hull:???

——

At the same time, Riyan was there.

He waited tremblingly for the sentence of his fate, and a pool of water stains leaked in the crack of the door, which showed that the crying woman was at the door.

As if to deliberately take pleasure in the fear of the sun, the locked door handle was of no use to the woman. Instead, the keyhole was opened with a "pop", and then the door handle slowly turned inwards ...

At this moment, Ri Yan suddenly felt shocked by the mobile phone he held in his palm!

He took a look at the phone in a panic, only to see an incoming call "444444" displayed on it.

This number... looks like a ghost call in a classic horror movie.

Riyan was almost crying, why did he just open a door, and these ghosts were entangled with him?

He must have no guts to pick it up.

But when he wanted to press the ghost call, his fingers trembled so badly that he accidentally pressed the other side of the screen to connect the call.

A hoarse female voice came from the phone: "Sun Yan."

Accurately sketched Riyan's name.

This made Riyan want to deceive himself because it couldn't make the wrong call.

Riyan wanted to hang up with tears on her face, but the next second, the name coming from the receiver of the phone made him stop the action: "Moriarty asked you where you are and where you are."

...I don't know if it was Riyan's illusion. He always felt that when the other party said the words "Moriarty", it seemed to be a bit gritted teeth.

But in any case, he knew Moriarty was Xiao Li, so he didn't care whether the opposite of the ghost call was a ghost. Riyan held the phone like a treasure and said incoherently to the receiver: "I... …I’m very bad, I met a woman who can cry, and the barrage says this is another strange story... Me, why am I so unlucky? Moriarty, Ye Zeqing, help me, please, me , I am in room 909 next door, but before I... I didn't respond to any knock on the door..."

The female ghost on the opposite side of the ghost call didn't speak, she hung up the phone indifferently, and then connected to Xiao Li's cell phone in the next second.

As soon as Xiao Li said the word "hey", he heard the ghost call and could not wait to repeat Riyan's words.

The crying woman, he had heard of this strange story, and it also exists in reality.

Xiao Li took an apple from the fruit basket, didn't eat it, and threw it up and down in his hand. After listening to the ghost call and repeating the call, he hurriedly interjected before the other party hung up the phone, "Right now 909 does not appear. It should be drawn to a different space when room 909 is not in reality. Can you locate his precise location?"

The ghost call was silent for a while, and reluctantly said: "...Yes."

Xiao Li said affectionately: "You can locate and make calls. It's both AutoNavi Maps and China Mobile, Meiyou, how many surprises do you have that I don't know?"

Ghost call: "..."

Oops, a mistake.

It hung up the phone directly.

Ten seconds later, a text message was sent to Xiao Li's mobile phone, the sender was "444444".

Only one sentence was written in the text message: [He is not dead, 30 seconds later, Room 909 returns to reality.

Xiao Li stood up. He clamped the beautiful red apple with his index finger and thumb, and put it on the back of his hand and turned it upside down like a basketball: "Let's go."

The reincarnations except Ye Zeqing are still a little confused. They only vaguely know that Moriarty made a call and called Li Gui (...), and then Li Gui returned a call, and several people hesitated. Looking at each other, he followed.

As soon as he exited the door of Room 908, Xiao Li saw that the corridor that was originally the wall at the end was extended, transforming into a room 909, followed by a cry of crying.

This cry is no longer the previous cry, but a loud cry of mourning, a heart-piercing cry, and the resentment contained in this cry is audible.

A row of wet footprints appeared in the corridor, spreading from a distance into Room 909.

Xiao Li looked at the footprints for a while, and exclaimed: "This girl has big feet."

Ye Zeqing twitched the corners of his mouth: "...Isn't it time to talk about this? I noticed the breath of'it'..."

"I think you are too nervous, tell a joke for you to relax." Xiao Li said.

Ye Zeqing didn't appreciate it: "...I didn't feel relaxed, thank you."

At this time, the crying woman had entered room 909. The chair and TV set that had been blocked by the door had fallen to the ground under the force of her pushing the door, and the chair was pushed out half a meter away.

Ri Yan was shaking in the corner.

As early as the moment the door was pushed, he had already closed his eyes.

He dared not look directly at how the crying female ghost walked towards him, tearing up his own picture, but the other party was deliberately torturing him so that he could clearly hear every footstep.

However, just when Riyan was almost desperate, he heard other people's footsteps outside the door-he squeezed the selfie stick in his hand, opened his eyes slightly, and observed the outside scene.

The crying woman has entered the middle of room 909, one meter away from the sunburn in the corner.

Xiao Li stood at the entrance of the room and put a hand on the door frame. He said, "Don't cry. If you have something to say, you must cry?"

The crying woman covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shook from time to time with the sound of crying, and she turned her head slowly, facing Xiaoli.

Xiao Li stood upright. He stuffed the apple into his pocket and replaced it with a yellow notebook.

He just wrote the name of the ancient painting on it, and successfully summoned the singer Xiuji from reality.

The crying woman turned her direction and walked towards Xiao Li slowly. Her cry became more and more frightening, and it swayed round and round, with its own reverberation, like the howling of ghosts in the wilderness in the middle of the night.

The others could not help but plug their ears with their hands, trying to block the cry.

Xiao Li didn't move, he smiled at the crying woman, and put a finger to his lips: "Silence, silence comes."

As soon as his voice fell, an ancient painting was hanging in the air in front of him.

The peach tree in the painting glows brightly, and the singer emerges from the painting gracefully. It turns in a circle in the air, and the sleeves are raised, which can block the mouth of the weeping woman.

...Then the crying was silenced by pressing a button.

The crying woman couldn't cry anymore.

She became a woman who didn't cry.

Suddenly, even the crying woman who was one of the strange urban stories was taken aback for a moment, and then she put down the hands that had been covering her face-but still no one could see her face, she lowered her head and long hair It almost fell to the ground, allowing the singer to stop her mouth and continue to approach Xiao Li.

As it approached, the long hair of the weeping woman stretched rapidly on the carpet, like a flexible black snake, wrapped around Xiao Li's ankle.

Xiao Li looked down at his ankle, Tan Li's long hair also stretched out of Xiao Li's pocket at the same instant, entangled with the other's long hair.

Like two black snakes, fighting each other.

Xiao Li reacted extremely quickly and drew a scalpel from his sleeve, and the blade reflected a bit of cold light.

"Retract your hair." He said to Tan Li.

The doll did not hesitate, Tan Li quickly retracted his long hair.

The next second, Xiao Li bent down, and he cut off the crying woman's long hair with a "click" with the scalpel that saw the blood seal his throat.

other people:"……………"

other people:!!!

The bunch of long hair that left the weeping woman dropped to the ground like a loss of life, and became a common haircut in hair salons.

Taking advantage of the time when the crying woman hadn't reacted yet, Xiao Li grabbed her remaining long hair once and for all, stepped forward, and slashed directly at her neck.

Crying woman:???

The long hair fell off intermittently, as if encountering a bad hairdresser, the joints were jagged, like a dog chewing.

The crying woman watched her knee-length hair break apart inch by inch, and finally turned into short hair that could not cover her face——

Even though she was still affected by the silence, she squeezed out a roar from her throat: "...ahhhhh!"

Even if you don't look at the expression, just listen to the voice, you can hear that this is the most painful roar of a crying woman.

Ye Zeqing didn't want to feel the other person's thoughts, but this time, even if he didn't take the initiative, the emotional fluctuations of the crying woman were too strong, and it was directly passed on to him-he held down the temple and translated: "She...she In the heartache, her soft, straight, and defensive long hair is very offensive and defensive. Her heart aches. It's the kind of throbbing pain."

Xiao Li: "..."

He showed an innocent look: "She was the one who initiated it. I was just passively defending. You saw it."

The singer hesitated, she stroked her long hair with a lingering heart, and retracted the sleeve that was blocking the crying woman's mouth.

The crying woman covered her face, and she cried louder.

Xiao Li: "...It can grow out, right?"

Crying woman: "Woo."

Ye Zeqing translated simultaneously: "Have you ever seen a ghost with long hair?"

Xiao Li: "...cough."

Hull, who had witnessed everything, was a little confused. He murmured, "Excuse me?"

How to fatten four?!

——

On the other side, in the corner of Room 909, Riyan stood up on the wall in disbelief.

Because of the long squatting, his feet are already numb, but this does not prevent him from having a bit of joy of survival in his heart. At this time, in his eyes, Xiao Li has his own soft light halo, and he wants to run to hug him The other side, but the crying woman was still standing at the door of the room crying. He didn't dare to pass, so he could only stop in the room and convey his emotions towards Xiao Li with his eyes.

The barrage in the live broadcast room is also quickly flashing the screen:

[It turns out... This is the operation of the boss, 66666, there is such an operation JPG]

[Maybe my thoughts are wrong, I repent, but I actually feel that this length is not short enough, I am imagining what a crying woman would look like when her head is shaved...]

[Me, too, think about my childhood nightmare Sadako Yamamura, if the hairstyle is sturdy, then... it doesn't seem to be that scary anymore.

[Worry, this is a feeling of heartbeat, I am heartened by Moriarty's father, not the wind, but my heart.

[A horror movie turns into a comedy movie in one second, and a cappuccino for the boss.

The author has something to say: The crying woman: I cry so loudly tonight.