I Wasn’t Born Lucky

The next day, the morning sun passed through the clouds, but was completely isolated by the thick curtain of the window.

Midsummer is nearing its end, and autumn is coming quietly without knowing it. Several waves of cold air have come, and the flower beds downstairs have gradually withered, with only a few dry flowers still staying firmly on the branches.

Tan Li, who hung behind the curtain, tilted his head and turned his gaze to the pot of cactus in the window.

From a distance, the thorns of the cactus are clustered around the green ball like fluff, but there are no flowers on it, only a green area.

It was specially bought by Xiao Li after watching the season turn cooler. He asked: be big enough to feed.

The doll faintly retracted his eyes, picked up the watering can on the side, and watered the cactus.

Or... Ask him again for a pot of flowers, request: have flowers, be big, easy to feed.

The focus is on the first two words.

Tan Li thought.

In the room before the curtain, Xiao Li also walked out of the bathroom, picked up the schoolbag hanging in front of the table, and was about to go to school.

The doll put down the spray bottle, slipped from the curtain, and got into Xiao Li's pocket very skillfully. Before burying his little head in, Tan Li raised his head and pulled Xiao Li's hand in his palm. Wrote a sentence:

"I still want a pot of flowers, can I?"

Xiao Li said, "What flowers do you want?"

Doll: "...I think about it."

Tan Li closed his eyes, completely curled up in his pocket, and began to empty himself: What kind of flowers are better?

Xiao Li clutched his pockets and picked up the key on the side. When he saw the little yellow book lying on the desk, he hesitated and rolled it up and stuffed it into his pocket as usual.

The recent little yellow book is very safe.

...This feeling has been going on for a long time. I stopped talking about sorrows, and there were no strange movements. Every day, there were only "good morning" and "good night" that couldn't move, like an emotionless greeting machine.

This change seems to be from--

Shen Mirzhi teamed up with him to start.

After a long journey, Xiao Li got off the crowded subway and sat in the classroom for a long time, lying on the desk thinking.

Speaking of Shen Mirage, I have to think about what happened last night...

Xiao Li opened WeChat and glanced at it. There were several messages from Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing, asking him what happened in the end. He answered a few words, then buried his face in his arm and used it silently. Arched his head and arched his elbows.

"Xiao Li," a pleasantly surprised voice came into his eardrum, and the owner of the voice was standing in front of his desk, "You actually came to school today."

Xiao Li raised his head, half of his face was left with the marks of his arms, glowing thin red, he said weakly, "I didn't expect it either."

Zheng Yi is very restorative and optimistic. He simply drew on the stool of Xiao Li's front table, looked at Xiao Li's face and scratched his face, saying: "The amount of information last night was too much, I didn't sleep well all night, you Why did you jump down? It made me have a nightmare, and I dreamt that I reached out and grabbed you but didn't catch it, and you fell to the ground..."

Xiao Li: "Sorry, I didn't think so much at the time."

Zheng Yi: "Just forget it, why do you want to jump down?"

Xiao Li: "...The building is very high, so I suddenly want to jump. Anyway, it will be teleported back after the mission is over."

Zheng Yi: "I don't know how to say it, but there is a feeling worthy of Sherlock."

Xiao Li: "..."

At this time, there were more students in the surrounding area. Zheng Yi cautiously moved closer again, lowering his voice as if exchanging some secret information, and said, "Who was the kidnapper who kidnapped me last night? Deliberately looking for you , What are the gods he said? What other brain nuclei, para-universe stuff, am I listening to science fiction movies?"

Xiao Li picked up a few simple questions to answer: "He is the god of fraud, have you not come into contact with anything similar to... a god in other copies?"

"I always say that there are more ghosts, and only a few times I have encountered a cult." Zheng Yi showed a look of memory. "But last night I couldn't sleep, so I searched the forum. It seems that the gods have been mentioned. There are'Reaper followers' and some are believers of the'Goddess of Wisdom'. Generally, the Western Holy See believes in these things. I think they are all fictional.

Xiao Li said, "There are ghosts in this world, how can you be sure that there are no gods?"

Zheng Yi: "That's true. I didn't expect this kind of absurd thing to be true. Also, Xiao Li, did you make it? Yesterday, Lin Qili finally went to the forum to ask you what happened. I I went back to that forum and blew a wave of you by the way."

Zheng Yi opened his task book like a treasure, took out a pen to write and draw on it, and then the page of the forum post appeared on it, turned it around and put it in front of Xiao Li to show him.

It was a post that became popular because there were many replies in a short period of time. The title was "Does anyone know Hercules?"He jumped off the building in Sherlock style last night. I want to ask if anyone who knows him talks about how he is, should he be fine?

[Front row, who is Hercule?Never heard of it, is it a Sherlock fan?

[Jumping, I squirt, this is too admiring Sherlock, Xia Fan is awesome, Moriarty: Why don't I have such a fan?

[Upstairs, Ben Sherlock fans feel offended.

[Who are Sherlock and Moriarty you are talking about? Are they the characters in the novel I know?

[No, 23333, two copy bosses, are on the global rankings.

Seeing that the topic was already crooked at this time, Lin Qili, who was the poster, came out to save Crooked Lou: [Wait, don’t crooked Lou, don’t you know Herkelly?

The following article was returned by Zheng Yi: [Here, he is okay, so he returned to the time and disappeared halfway through.

[Hey, imagine that scene like this, it's pretty cool.

[Chest is to separate people, if it is a big guy like Sherlock, it is very handsome, and everything will go away, but if Hercule is a short, fat and ugly ordinary person, then...]

Zheng Yi: [...I don't scold you because you are a Xia fan, but Hercule is very handsome, a big boss of the same level as Sherlock.

People who eat melons: [You have enough, don't blow, I think your other posts are summer blows, why are you blowing Hercules here?

Zheng Yi: [You can't control the specific reasons. Anyway, you know that Hercules is also handsome.

[You have the ability to hammer, Sherlock has actual results, what does Herkeley have?

[Has he let go of all the test items in an underground laboratory enough?

The ID of this replyer is surprisingly "Yan Luo".

When Zheng Yi and Xiao Li were looking back here together, they smashed their lips and commented: "I think Yan Luo has been praising Moriarty. I thought he had opinions on you, and he had sprayed with him several times now. The united front, I found that he was barely okay, so I won't spray him anymore."

Xiao Li: "………………"

After Yan Luo's reply, it was Zheng Yi himself: [Also, he used Qin Wang's circumnavigation to make the long-handed ghost in the game circle the trunk several times.

Yan Luo: [Let the red ghost in the last instance deal with the asphalt ghost, and forcibly dye the red ghost's clothes black. I wanted to burn a "blue moon detergent" for her...]

Zheng Yi: [He is also the president of the Hell Association.

Seeing Xiao Li here: "............There is no such association, okay, it was just me who lied to Qian Zixuan."

Zheng Yi: "It doesn't matter, it exists if you say it, and we all have a motto."

Xiao Li: "..."

The next post is still blowing water:

[How does this style of painting resemble my Sherlock?

[Xia Chuan upstairs, why, Sherlock registered the exclusive right to this behavior?I look more like Moriarty.

Kudo: [I came across this post by accident. In fact, I wanted to ask him how he was doing, but when I saw the doubts upstairs, let me add a few points.Hercule saved me. He likes to be friends with Li Gui, the kind that allows several Li Gui to have a party downstairs in your house with one phone call.

[Use the phone ghost to fight the phone ghost, let the bloody Mary forcefully separate the ghoul and the corpse on his back, thinking that the corpse behind the ghoul is his wife, after being corrected, he thought it was her husband...]

[The ghoul's cry from the soul: I am straight, straighter than a steel pipe!

[Ghoul: It doesn’t matter if you slander her as my wife, but you can’t insult my sexual orientation!

??Kudo greatly?If this is true, then Hercule, Sherlock and Moriarty are three brothers, triplets.

[But this style of painting is not learned by others.

[Yes, yes, I tried to imitate Sherlock's behavior once, but failed.That time I encountered a ghost sitting on a tree. It climbed down from the tree like a snake. I wanted to catch it or add some slippage to it and let it fall. As a result... …I was so scared that the three souls disappeared and the seven souls disappeared. I didn’t know how to react. I still saved my dog’s life with the automatic life-saving items.

[If it's such a Herculi, it's so handsome to jump from a tall building!

[This is going on?!

[Remember: Those who are not on the global rankings are all stinky fish and shrimps. Hercules is a larger carp in a fish pond. It is not comparable to a killer whale like Sherlock.

In response to this reply, Yan Luo bubbling again: [Replace Sherlock with Moriarty, and I agree.

Zheng Yi: [???roll!

He directed the artillery fire at Ye Zeqing again.

Zheng Yi in front of Xiao Li said: "I thought Yan Luo was good because of the same hatred and hatred. As a result, hehe, he despised you, Xiao Li, you should stop talking to him in the future. Even if he praised you for a while, his heart is deep. I still think Moriarty is the best."

Xiao Li felt it was time to tell him the truth. He paused and interrupted Zheng Yi: "Zheng Yi, in fact I am—"

As soon as he said this, the chair beside him was pulled away.

Shen Mirage also sat down. His figure looked very oppressive. Although he didn't speak, he just looked here quietly—to be precise, he looked at Xiao Li, but Zheng Yi stiffened his back. As if being caught by some kind of beast.

The young man's face was expressionless, but Xiao Li somehow felt that the other party was unhappy.

Shen Mirage asked indifferently: "What are you talking about?"