I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Fu Jiang could not be the child of a crying woman. She knew this well, but she didn't even know if the other party had noticed it--

The crying woman hugged Fu Jiang very tightly, and her newly-grown neck was a little bit painful.

After a while, the crying woman let go of her hands again, put Fu Jiang up carefully, watched her face, and squeezed out the sound of crying from her throat.

Due to the excitement, the voice even changed a tone.

Crying woman: "Hey."

Fu Jiang: "...ooh."

Fu Jiang was a little nervous inexplicably.

She hadn't felt this emotion for a long time-even when Xiao Li was about to boil chicken breasts, she had never been so nervous, because at that time she knew in her heart that as long as she was willing to say, the other party would not take it seriously. Cook her.

But Fu Jiang is facing the crying woman at this moment, but she is uncertain about the other party's emotions. If she tells the truth, will the other party swallow herself in anger?!

And the crying woman is also a female ghost, and her proud beauty cannot work...

Fu Jiang twisted his neck and tried to speed up his growth, but he couldn't really grow up for a while. He could only be held in his arms by the crying woman, waiting for the other party's identification.

The crying woman moved very slowly. She seemed to have lost the appearance of her child. Even Fu Jiang could not recognize such obvious features. She hesitantly changed Fu Jiang into a baby hug.

Ye Zeqing: "………………"

Is this female ghost really going to treat Fu Jiang as a child?!Are you kidding me?

The scene was very suffocating.

Hull thought about a lot of ways to break through the siege, from running away with props to Moriarty, but he never thought that Fu Jiang could be handed over to a crying woman.

He was in a daze. The Xiao Li in front had already taken the opportunity to protrude from the crying woman, walked out of the enclosed room of Shura Field, and walked into the elevator. He held down the elevator door that was about to close, and stuck his head out to urge them: "Can you go?"

"G, go——! I am ing!"

Hull responded, and carefully walked into the elevator with the other reincarnations, bypassing the crying woman.

And Fu Jiang was left in the arms of the crying woman. She smelled a fishy smell. She looked diagonally upwards, and for a moment met the other person's white eyes—

She knew that the other party recognized her identity.

Fu Jiang immediately changed his tone and expression. It was the white lotus in the clear water. Although her skin color made her look a little strange, she was still a strange beauty. She said innocently and pitifully like a green tea. I was forced. I am also one of Moriarty's PTSD patients. We are on the same front line!"

…The summary is, friendly forces, don’t shoot.

The crying woman understood, but it was useless, and the hand that should be dropped still fell towards Fujiang.

——

In the elevator.

Riyan scratched his face, he looked at the barrage flying in front of him, and said nothing.

[Who can only hear the voice, I am guessing blindly, is it Sister Fujiang?

[Oh my god, the boss gave sister Fu Jiang to sister crying as his daughter?!

[Sister Fu Jiang looks delicious now... I hope Sister Cry will not eat her because she is too angry.

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[How to cure... Use her body body?

Riyan couldn't hold back, and the last sentence poke his smile inexplicably. He laughed out, but after attracting the attention of others, he immediately disguised himself with a cough: "Cough, cough, cough."

Ye Zeqing took a quick look at him, and slapped the head back in the past, but he was thinking about their task now, so he didn't say anything to run him.

Judging from the fact that Taotie talked to the manager alone, but both of them died, the ghosts in this dungeon world are still quite deadly, but Moriarty is more detached from the five elements, and it is likely to bring the ghosts to life .

But from another point of view, could it be that... Taotie found a clue and was killed?

Are the clues of these strange talks the information of the messenger behind the scenes?

Thinking of this, Ye Zeqing said all the results he had just thought about.

Reiko pondered for a while and then said: "But we just didn't see any useful clues in the office, except for knowing the way the ghost came to reality..."

It was only at this time that Hull withdrew the gaze that he had always placed on Xiao Li: "I think we have overlooked one thing, that is, lethal conditions."

"Even those of us who are in samsara will have to open the door to the strange story to be completely involved in this incident, otherwise the mission will not specifically ask for it."

Maybach took his words: "In other words, this strange story will not accidentally hurt the innocent. The security and the manager must have committed some deadlock to cause death-such as opening the door of room 909, or... see The messenger behind the ghost story?"

Ye Zeqing asked Xiao Li, "What do you think?"

Xiao Li lowered his head and pondered for a while, instead of answering Ye Zeqing's question directly, he asked instead: "I gave Fu Jiangsai to the crying woman, what do you think?"

Ye Zeqing was a little inexplicable: "You... did a good job?"

Is it because he didn't applaud Xiao Li, which caused Xiao Li's sense of accomplishment?

Hull, who was standing on the side, didn't think of the same direction as Ye Zeqing. He thought of a deeper place-that Moriarty's move, could it be that he was testing that matter?If this is the case, then every strange act of the other party that seems to betray the scriptures actually hides the information he wants from the ghost.

How could such a person be silent in China?

Xiao Li said helplessly: "...No, I mean, her reaction after I handed Fu Jiang to the crying woman."

"She seemed to really treat Fu Jiang as a daughter at the beginning," Ye Zeqing recalled. "Although I glanced at the elevator when she got into the elevator, she distinguished that Fu Jiang started off. She really wanted to see the battle of the two ghosts in the century. ."

Xiao Li: "Fu Jiang is very different from her real daughter, right? Since her strange story is about the weeping person looking for the whereabouts of her children, it is obvious that she can't remember the appearance of the child at least, but this time she recognized it. It's been a long time."

"--It's like Fu Jiang doesn't remember her past memories, the details of these strange talks and ghosts are common." Hull interrupted, his eyes looking at Xiao Li getting hotter.

He thinks that if so, Moriarty wants to test crying women in this way. This is the type of teammate he admires most. Hull praised him in an exaggerated tone that is unique to Westerners: "Mo, you are such a Geek!"

Now Hull has completely forgotten his desire to see Sherlock at the beginning, he thinks Sherlock must not be able to compare with Moriarty!

Xiao Li: "...?!"

He didn't know how to respond to this remark, whether it was praise or derogation, so he simply turned his head, stretched out his finger and pressed the "ninth floor" button of the elevator.

"No, so? These strange talks can't remember the details of the past. What if the brain is caught by the door when you become a ghost?" Ye Zeqing asked unclearly, "What does this have to do with the truth?"

Xiao Li looked up and watched the elevator display interface slowly jump from "8" to "9". Before the sound of "Ding Dong" symbolizing the opening of the door sounded, he was already standing at the elevator door: "It is a clue to the truth, maybe We were wrong before."

Before Ye Zeqing could digest this sentence, the elevator had stopped and Xiao Li walked out.

Ye Zeqing chased up from behind him: "Brother, can't you be my brother, what did you think of?"

Xiao Li kept walking: "Not sure yet, wait a minute."

"Wait for?"

"The sixth strange story." Xiao Li said.

He stopped at the door of the room.

Ye Zeqing stopped after him: "What are you going to do now? Don't tell me you want to go back to sleep."

Xiao Li glanced at him strangely: "Of course not, I want to take a bath."

When the corpse was examined just now, his hand was stained with blood and it was sticky. In addition, he was sweating again after smashing the monitor screen. Xiao Li was ready to wash it.

Ye Zeqing: "..."

——

In the room of Xiao Li and Shen Mirage.

The sound of water in the bathroom was rustling, and a faint yellow light came out from the door.

Shen Mirage sat on the edge of the bed. He sat up straight and looked at the closed door of the bathroom. He didn't know what he was thinking. There was a bunch of electric hair dryer wires wrapped in his hands.

The young man maintained this state until the sound of the water in the bathroom stopped. After a while, Xiao Li opened the bathroom door and walked out.

Shen Mirzhi's body almost stiffened.

Fortunately, Xiao Li hadn’t just wrapped up a bath towel before coming out. He had already changed clothes inside. He just put the bath towel on his head, but there were still water droplets dripping down his wet hair and down his neck. Deep in the back.

Xiao Li pressed the towel on his head, rubbed his hair casually, and sat down on the side of the chair.

Shen Mizhi loosened the wire of the hair dryer: "Don't you blow it?"

Xiao Li took the towel off his hair and threw it aside: "No, I don't bother to blow it."

He didn't play much before, and only reluctantly moved his hands to cleanse when he was urged by Xiao Huang Ben. Recently, Xiao Huang Ben is very safe and he doesn't bother to move.

The young man tightened his fingertips and asked as easily as possible: "This is not good for your health. If you don't want to move... I will blow for you?"

Xiao Li raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Because of the weight of the water droplets, the hair on his forehead was longer than before, almost half covering his eyes, making it difficult to see the emotions in those black eyes.

But the next moment, Xiao Li refused: "No need."

Shen Mirage stood up, he came directly behind Xiao Li, plugged the plug of the hair dryer into the socket on the desktop, his tone was calm, but there was always an unspeakable momentum: "It's okay, I'll help you soon. Yes, you get a headache like that."

As he spoke, he rang the hair dryer.

In the noisy buzzing sound, Xiao Li couldn't say anything to refuse, so he could only lower his head helplessly to facilitate Shen Mirage's movements.

But Xiao Li's bowing of his head made his slender neck even more prominent. The black hair lined the skin that didn't get much exposure to the sun, and it looked very conspicuous.

The person I like is right in front of my eyes, and this undefended look.

It's like... as quiet as you can do to him at will.

The soft part of Shen Mirage's heart was suddenly poked fiercely, and his fingertips tremblingly pulled away the opponent's hair, wanting to bite on it.

But it doesn't work.

A drop of water fell from the young man's hair, fainting the black dark lines on the cuffs of Shen Mirage, rendering the ancient totem more vivid, like the color of Xiao Li's eyes.

Shen Mirage's breathing was messed up. He controlled the hair dryer with one hand, while the other was pressed on the other's shoulder.

The young man slowly tightened his strength, his eyes were shining with fine golden light, and he asked in a low voice, "Xiao Li..."

Xiao Li was thinking about the clues he had just obtained from the duty room. He felt the strength of the opponent, and raised his head to give Shen Mirage a look:?

Shen Mirage: "If someone likes you and likes you very much, will you agree to him?"

His voice was very low, like an iceberg hung under the deep sea, bursting at any time.