I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Fu Zige and the monster in front of him both backed back at the same time. The monster scratched the injured pinna with his stubby legs, but could not stop the pain in his ears.

It has lost all desire to eat, its fat butt rubbed wildly on the ground, and fled away in the opposite direction.

Fu Zige ran back frantically while "helping my life", ran into the corner wall in a panic, and finally stumbled back from the ground.

Before Xiao Li took the fingers that were blocking his ears and picked it up, a strand of black hair stretched out from his pocket, like a human finger, turning off the microphone.

The noise stopped abruptly, and the world finally returned to quiet.

Xiao Li picked up Fu Zige, lay the microphone in his palm, automatically turned on the switch again, and said angrily: "I was scared to death."

Fu Zige just broke the sound, and its voice was even more hoarse than before.

Xiao Li originally wanted to put it away directly, but when he saw it looked like this, he had to try to comfort it: "Good job."

The microphone turned around in Xiao Li's palm and pointed the microphone at Xiao Li.

...... Is this even more praise?

Xiao Li thought for a while, and didn't think of anything to praise it. He raised the microphone with his other hand, glanced left and right, and chose the latter between Shen Mirage and Wen Wenwen.

The main reason is that the latter seems to be more able to blow rainbow farts than the schoolmates.

But Shen Mizhi didn't know if he had understood his intentions. He saw Xiao Li directly ignoring himself. The young man's face was expressionless, his eyes squinted, and he watched the scene before him.

Wen Wenwen looked at the microphone raised to his mouth in confusion at first, and then somehow blessed his soul and said: "You really helped us a lot..."

Xiao Li, who was opposite him, said to him with a silent mouth: [He is a singer.

Wen Wenwen: "The scream just now was very loud and pleasant, full of breath, and a great voice."

Especially at such a distance, he was almost deafened just now, not to mention the ghost with extraordinary hearing.

Fu Zige rolled happily, then floated automatically in front of Bruce.

Xiao Li: "..."

Is this going to be interviewed one by one?

With Wen Wenwen's demonstration, Bruce quickly followed up: "...great?"

After the microphone received this compliment, he shook his body and returned to the yellow book with satisfaction.

"Let's go." Xiao Li adjusted his clothes.

After the monster retreated, the movie theater seemed to be back to normal again, and there were noisy human voices from far away, vaguely identifying the direction of the previous viewing hall.

The reincarnations walked quickly to the gate, thinking of leaving this weird cinema first.

As he passed the corridor, Xiao Li slowed down and browsed the movie posters hanging in the corridor.

Most of the advertising spaces are vacant, and there are very few movie posters hanging. There are four in total, and only one is shown a day, and it is shown on separate days.

"Peep" is a movie they just watched. The poster is looking at someone from a distance; "Insomnia", the poster is a person lying on the bed with his eyes open and full of blood; It was one night when a group of people rushed to escape from a house, their expressions full of panic; in the last movie, "Death," the poster was completely dark, with only the title of the movie.

Xiao Li's expression moved.

Shen Mirage fell beside him: "Which one do you want to watch?"

Xiao Li stopped in front of the last film and hesitated: "I am a little interested in this film, but I don't know if it will also be a bad film."

The step ahead deliberately slowed down and waited for Wen Wenwen of the big man: "..."

The word "also" is very subtle.

Shen Mirage: "I only know if it is a bad movie after seeing it."

Xiao Li heard a little invitation in his tone, and looked up at him, and found that the young man's always calm eyes reflected the light from the top of his head, like one small halo after another.

"Do you want to see?" Xiao Li asked back.

Shen Mirzhi did not answer immediately.

He naturally doesn't like watching these kinds of movies. He just likes a small and dark environment like a movie theater, where he sits next to the people he likes.

While the other party is concentrating on the big screen, he can look at the other party in a straightforward manner, which will give him a sense of satisfaction.

At this time, he would rarely exclude other people, because the noise of other people's voices would reflect a certain intimacy between them.

That is to say, these bits and pieces of daily contact made Shen Mirzhi abruptly restrain the desire for destruction in his bones.

Shen Mirchi was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his speech became slower than usual: "The film here is not good, next time...we can watch it in reality."

"Okay." Xiao Li retracted his gaze and went straight over the poster on the wall. "I didn't say that there was a major production to be released. I started looking forward to it a year ago.

Shen Mizhi lowered his head and twitched the corners of his lips, his voice stained with a smile: "...Well, I will look for you when it is released."

Xiao Li responded casually, quickened his pace, and caught up with the others in front of him.

"I'll be at the door soon. Why don't you look for Xu Jiaheng?" This is Jin Handong's voice, perhaps because of her style of action. She is used to making the most of the opening CG, "Plot characters are still very useful."

Wen Wenwen: "Go out first. The monster has been following us since he appeared. He should be fine, maybe he has already gone out."

"It's also possible that he was the first to be killed by a monster." Bruce speculated in a bad direction. "But this movie theater is weird, and I think we should go out first."

Since there were already two votes, Jin Handong did not insist, "OK."

They went out from the ticket gate, flanked by counters and shops selling popcorn, cola and other foods. As long as they walked forward along the carpet on the ground, it was the gate——

But Xiao Li, who had already caught up with Wen Wenwen, suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Wen Wenwen asked, turning his head. He thought Sherlock wanted to eat again, "I'll go out to eat later."

But Xiao Li didn't go in the direction of the counter. He turned his head in the direction of the automatic ticket machine.

This is a machine often found in movie theaters in reality. It has coin slots and ticket outlets, as well as optional induction screens. On the side of the screen is a large billboard that says the movie theater’s Advertising slogan.

Nothing special?

"What did you see?" Wen Wenwen was still waiting to ask, but was pulled by Kesiah behind him. At her prompt, he saw a pair of eyes.

Those eyes hid in the hollowed-out place of the billboard. They looked like jet-black fonts printed on them. The hiding position was too clever. This is why Wen Wenwen didn't notice it at first.

If the owner of these eyes hadn't just blinked, perhaps even Xiao Li would have ignored it.

Xiao Li bent down and approached the automatic ticket machine little by little——

When he wanted to walk over and look directly at the back of the billboard, there was a sound of footsteps from behind the automatic ticket vending machine, and those eyes disappeared.

Wen Wenwen was running very fast. He rushed to the back and found that the back was not against the wall, but a special passage for staff, but the door was unlocked. He opened the door and looked inside, silently.

But as soon as they came out of the cinema, someone was already watching them?

The original ease of being at the exit immediately disappeared, and the reincarnations frowned, and this ubiquitous peep was like a big rock pressing down on their hearts.

"Who could it be? Did you just notice?" Wen Wenwen asked, "Where are you Sherlock? Is there anyone to suspect?"

Xiao Li said mercilessly: "Just two eyeballs, unless they are red, orange, yellow and green, who can tell through the eyeballs?"

Wen Wenwen: "…………"

"From my observation, the pair of eyeballs were black just now." Xiao Li added.

Wen Wenwen covered his face.

Kesia raised her head and glanced at the surveillance video above: "Would you like to ask the security guard for surveillance here?"

"The staff here are also very strange, I don't know if it's a human..." Wen Wenwen couldn't hesitate, "And the person who spied us just now was walking through the staff channel. Forget it."

Xia: "That's right... Go out first."

Xiao Li didn't say anything, and finally took a look at the automatic ticket vending machine, and then followed everyone out of the cinema.

At this time, the sun is not known how brighter than the early morning, the temperature also rises, and the looming mist is almost invisible. This is the rarest time in this town with the highest visibility.

After leaving the movie theater behind them, although the reincarnations were anxious because of breaking the rules, they couldn't help but feel some short-lived joy.

Wen Wenwen's emotion continued until he saw the familiar figure.

The back belonged to a little boy. He was sitting on the steps in front of the cinema, hugging his knees, as if waiting for someone.

Wen Wenwen: "Xu Jiaheng?"

The little boy was shocked. He turned his head, his cheeks flushed, jumped over two steps suddenly, and almost fell: "You, you are not dead! Great!"

Kesia looked at him up and down, and found that he had not received any damage except for his face, and asked, "How did you come out?"

Xu Jiaheng bit her lip: "I...I just ran out. At first, I was hell again. I saw a dark road suddenly appeared, and there were strange noises. I was frightened and stayed where I was. I didn't move, but the sound disappeared after a few minutes, and I went back to the cinema and ran out..."

Kesia looked back and exchanged a look with her teammate.

I think maybe the sound they made attracted the monster's appearance, so Xu Jiaheng was fine...

Suddenly, Xu Jiaheng lost control again. He pointed to the intersection on the opposite side: "You also broke the rules, right? Then you... can you see it now?"

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing, and there was a figure standing there.

They are familiar with this figure, and they have seen it in the building behind them.

The face of the figure wearing the triangle turban was already full of bloody wounds. He made a move that he had never done before, and the samsaraists raised their hands.

There was a deep bone wound on its hand, but this did not stop its movement. It raised its hand to the throat and made a "cut throat" gesture.