I Wasn’t Born Lucky

The change in sound is subtle, but there is a trace of noisy surroundings, even if the reincarnations do not turn off the lights and concentrate on their senses, they can't notice it.

When the sound changed, Zhou Ying consciously manipulated the phone to turn on the lights to illuminate Xiao Li.

This place is no stranger to the reincarnations, and it is the back door of the cafeteria in the future paradise.

They eat lunch and evening meals in the staff canteen, which is just like an ordinary restaurant in reality. The tables are next to each other and the food is relatively rich.

The reincarnation enters the canteen through the main entrance that has passed by before, and here is the door of the back kitchen of the canteen, which is usually used to transport food and throw away garbage.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The sound of falling heavy objects continued.

Xiao Li tentatively pushed the door of the back kitchen, found that it was unlocked, and walked in. Then he signaled Zhou Ying to lower the brightness of the phone. The light of the phone became very weak, and he could barely see.

Fu Guangbo followed behind, his complexion a little unpleasant, and a terrifying possibility emerged in his mind: "Will what we eat is..."

"What's in these water pipes?" Zheng Yi continued.

Ye Zeqing's face turned dark, and he didn't care about the cold image he tried to create, and he uttered a national curse: "Fuck."

"I don't think so," Chen Jinghan thought of the food in the daytime, but did not blindly guess. "The texture of beef in the daytime is obviously beef. I used to learn this knowledge specifically for weight loss, and I can carefully distinguish various types of meat. The taste will not be other meat."

"That's good." Fu Guangbo let out a sigh of relief.

There is a huge stove in the back kitchen, on which is placed a huge pot, as well as many pots and pans, divided into several layers of freezers.

However, unlike the outside world, the water pipes in the office building are all repaired inside the walls, but here, they leak directly from the corner of the wall.

In this way, several sewer pipes circulated in the air like a snake-like twist, winding together from the corner of the wall, and gathering above the heads of the reincarnations, forming a black plastic pipe that was several times wider.

And this pipeline descends vertically from high above, leading to the next deeper level.

It can barely be seen through the cracks in the ground, and underneath is a blood-red pool as large as an entire room.

Blood was permeated on it, and from time to time, there were corpse limbs mixed with blood clots that had long been solidified and blacked and fell into the blood pool, bubbling with blisters.

However, what is strange is that sometimes it is not a stump that falls in, but a pale white round object directly submerged in the blood pool.

Xiao Li lay on the ground for a while and saw that the smell of blood became more intense.

"What's inside...?" Fu Guangbo also leaned over in the same posture. "So many corpses and blood are the security guards before? What are these white things?"

Xiao Li thought for a moment: "It will never be a table tennis ball soaked in bleach powder."

Fu Guangbo: "..."

Xiao Li continued to look at the falling white sphere, and when a certain sphere was facing him and submerged in the blood pool, he saw a struggling face on it.

Spirit...body?Collecting these things, Mr. Sun probably can't use it for bathing, but it is always used to do something about "the truth behind the paradise".

It has to be broken like a way...

Xiao Li touched his chin, looked around, and finally stood up from the ground with one hand on the ground.

Then he looked down and searched, and opened the cabinets under the back kitchen one by one to check, and finally put forward what he was looking for in the middle panel.

Fu Guangbo squinted his eyes for a while in the dark and found that everyone knew it: vinegar, soy sauce, light soy sauce and other condiments.

"You, do you want to...?" Fu Guangbo stammered.

Xiao Li picked up a bottle of vinegar with one hand, unscrewed the lid, and then drew a kitchen knife from the chopping board. After making two gestures, Shen Mirage suddenly pulled him when he was about to take the knife.

Xiao Li:?

He turned his head and saw that the other party was holding a pair of plastic gloves that he had just obtained from unknown sources.

The youth's look was serious as if he was putting a ring on the one he loved, and every finger was arranged for him without wrinkles.

Soon, Shen Mirage reluctantly let go of his hand, and automatically retreated to the side.

The outsider’s body temperature receded, and the touch of the finger cot completely disappeared. Xiao Li bends his fingers unnaturally, but he no longer expresses gratitude. He turned his head and moved his index finger, using a kitchen knife to put his finger on the plastic. A hole was opened in the pipe.

The viscous blood donated quickly came out of the small opening, staining Xiao Li's gloves red.

He raised the kitchen knife, held it against the opening, and poured the vinegar in his left hand.

"Hey, hey, hey--"

An acid overflowed from the opening, and soon a bottle of vinegar was poured out, and Xiao Li changed another bottle of soy sauce.

Fu Guangbo: "..."

"Look again to see if there are any stocks of these things." Xiao Li did not forget to tell others.

The kitchen uses a large amount of cooking, and almost a lot of this kind of condiment is necessary. Soon, Zheng Yi quickly found a box of newly bought vinegar from the storage room and moved it over.

Xiao Li emptied the soy sauce in his hand, glanced at the time displayed on the phone, and suddenly signaled Ye Zeqing to come over: "You come."

Ye Zeqing: "What?"

Xiao Li stepped aside, let go of his gloves, came to the side of the sink, and began to wash the blood stains on it.

The opening didn't open too much, but due to gravity, a little blood still splashed on Xiao Li's face. He had to turn his head to wipe off the bright red with his thumb, and then rinse it away slowly.

Looking at his profile, Fu Guangbo thought of the story about Hercules on the forum inexplicably—well, it actually seemed a bit like a cold-blooded murderer.

Xiao Li cleaned his gloves and handed them to Ye Zeqing, pointing to the opening in the water pipe: "You come and pour."

This is simple.

Ye Zeqing eagerly lifted up his sleeves, put on his gloves, and poured spices into it as Xiao Li did before. After playing, he sprinkled a few bags of salt and sugar.

Seeing Ye Zeqing got on his hands, Xiao Li glanced at the time, rarely speeding up his speech: "Let's go, you stay."

The last three words are for Ye Zeqing.

Ye Zeqing was stunned for a moment: "You want to leave me alone? Where are you going?"

Xiao Li: "Exhibition Hall."

"Aren't you not going?" Fu Guangbo asked stupidly.

"I still have to go," Xiao Li has already begun to walk outside the door, "and you must go in an upright manner and panic."

"Yan Luo, you stay here. You have a ghost. It is relatively safe. After the dump is over, you take the elevator upstairs to the nineteenth floor and start patrolling."

Ye Zeqing's mouth began to twitch. He didn't want to show that he was afraid, but he still said, "Can't I hurry up and finish with you? And what am I going to do there?"

"Paralyzing your opponent, don't you want to?" Xiao Li didn't want to waste time, and turned to Zheng Yi, "That--"

Before Zheng Yi could reply, Ye Zeqing had already interrupted him first, gritted his teeth and said, "No, I will go, this is the way you trust me the most, I...I will go."

Zheng Yi was not convinced, but he did not directly object.

Xiao Li nodded, and finally took out the small yellow book, summoned the Eternal Soul Umbrella, handed it to Ye Zeqing, and whispered a few words to him.

Ye Zeqing held the handle of the umbrella and felt quite settled. When Xiao Li and the others left, he turned his head and stopped disguising the cold sweat on his forehead, and began to accelerate the pollution of the blood pool.

When everything was done, he took off his gloves, put away the empty bottle, and threw it into the cabinet, as Xiao Li explained, holding up the Eternal Soul umbrella, writing Xiao Li's name on the umbrella, and holding it. Take the elevator.

Since the Eversoul Umbrella has many seals, one of the more functions is to enable the camouflage function.

Xiao Li confirmed that with his consent, this function can also be used on others.

On the other side, Xiao Li ran out of the office building stuck in time. He had already told other people, and now the others were running with him, patrolling the front and running towards the exhibition hall.

It's like... chasing something.

Time: 11:35.

the other side.

Below the blood pool is a huge basement that occupies the entire office complex.

Or it can no longer be called a basement, it should be called an underground palace.

The light in this basement illuminates the whole floor.

Mr. Sun and his friends are already in place. They are standing on the glass ladder, looking at the sculptures vacant below, and making final preparations.

And under the glass stairs, there is a pond that has been carved and polished, and the inside is empty, with countless complicated patterns on the bottom, intertwined with each other.

In the center of the pond, stands a statue taller than a person.

The front face of the statue is a man with sharp edges and corners and an arrogant look.

Mr. Sun looked at the Big Ben hanging on the other side, clenched his hands into fists, and smashed in his heart: "It's coming, it's coming."

As long as he succeeds this time, he will be able to get God's return.

The friend opposite him also looked a little excited, but he immediately looked down at the notebook he was holding, took out the pen and wrote a line on it.

A black shadow came out from the side, and it hoarsely said: "There are... there are two'him', near the exhibition hall X, and one is on the...18th floor..."

"Two?" Mr. Sun frowned, "Is it his prop?"

The friend thought for a moment: "When did you go there?"

"11:35, and 11:40."

"What is he doing in the office building?"

"Look, look for the water pipe."

——Just as the shadow said, Ye Zeqing was holding the Eternal Soul Umbrella, knocking on the water pipes everywhere, following the sound of water droplets as before.

Mr. Sun waved his hand: "No matter which one of them is him, one is in the exhibition hall and the other is above, it will not affect us."

"No, I was thinking..." the friend said slowly, "Although it is unlikely, but since there are such copying props, he might pretend to be someone else..."

Mr. Sun was stunned: "You don't doubt me, do you? I've been here with you all the time."

"No." The friend shook his head.

At this time, the black shadow took the initiative to speak: "He in the exhibition hall...come."

At this time, time is very close to zero.

A smile appeared on Mr. Sun's face, and he said in a longing tone: "It's okay, just let him come, let him come together to welcome the coming of God."

When their goal is achieved, all problems will be solved at the moment God comes to the world.

Even if 5,000 reincarnations join forces, the ending will be the same.

…………

Time passed by, and Xiao Li's return was not hindered. When he found the stairs leading to the underground palace at the logistics office, Mr. Sun was standing below to greet him.

"welcome."

Xiao Li looked at the rippling smile on his face: "Your next sentence won't be'Is you satisfied with what you saw?"

Mr. Sun was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I didn't want to say that, but now I can also use this sentence to welcome you, are you satisfied? You should feel honored to die after seeing God descend."

Xiao Li raised his eyebrows: "God descended?"

He looked at the statue in the pond.

"The greatest god in the world," Mr. Sun said with a face full of worship, "the time is up, join me in welcoming my lord."

It's zero.

The hanging needle of that Big Ben had already been programmed, and it began to sway from side to side, making a huge noise.

The top slide of the idol pool splits toward both sides, and the blood pool above the head flows into the pool along a special pipe. The black and red flesh and the white spirit are mixed in, and little by little, it fills the magic circle needed for the sacrifice.

The color of the blood pool was no longer bright red, but black, but this added a ghostly atmosphere to the pool.

The liquid was sucked up by the statue and gradually filled the whole statue.

It looks good, but...

There seems to be something wrong.

Mr. Sun sniffed, the air was full of...sour, sweet, bitter, and salty.

It doesn't sound good, it's like a dark dish that someone overturned the seasoning.

The smell was so disgusting, Mr. Sun took two breaths, and the huge psychological gap was entangled. He suddenly hugged his stomach and retched.

What he vomited was not only the gastric juice, but also his broken heart.