I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Zhou Yin's search for the sphere has expanded to the upper floor of his own floor.

Because he couldn't figure out the specific size of the spherical object at the moment, he could only use the most stupid method. Not only did he search carefully, he also had to pull the sheets in every room and look under the bed.It's just that, after all, he is accustomed to being pampered, and he just watched a few rooms now, and his heart is a little impatient, and his actions become a bit perfunctory.

Except for the black-haired teenager he met before, Zhou Yin didn't see anyone else.

He walked out of the room again, looked around, and finally couldn't help asking his companions next to him: "You said...what the hell is going on here?"

Zhou Yin originally wanted to leave the audience with a decisive image. After all, according to the survey, the audience now eats this type of male protagonist the most. This impression helps his popularity rise, so he insists on himself. The guess is correct.

but……

There will really be a program group that does not give any other clues, just let them gather here, looking for this sphere like a needle in a haystack?

Zhou Yin couldn't help but wonder a little at this moment.

"It's so real here, I think it looks like a real prison." His companion walked in front of him and looked around. They are the same players who debuted in the draft. Although the friendship is not so deep, they are still there. Considered familiar, "Look again for clues, and if there is no clue, take a break."

"Okay." Zhou Yin nodded while listening to him, and said in response.

The room they entered this time was obviously different. He had just opened the door and had not fully walked in. First of all, he smelled a bloody smell coming into the nasal cavity, mixed with some unspeakable stench, and he almost got mad together. To spit it out.

"What's the smell of this?" Companion's face turned blue, and he took two steps back again and again, looking hideous and authentic.

Zhou Yin was also nauseous. He needed to restrain himself to keep his expression from distorted. It took him a while before he reluctantly smiled and said, "This taste is also true."

It's completely different from the blood plasma he uses in acting.

The atmosphere and atmosphere here are like a large-scale murder scene.

He had never seen such a battle before. Looking at this scene, he didn't want to go in at all, but now he shrinks and looks ugly. He stands still and struggles for a long time, watching the people around him shrink back. , Finally had to pinch his nose and walk into this room, trying to hypnotize myself to breathe with my mouth.

It's the same with my companion. Seeing him stride to inspect the obvious places such as the sink, washbasin, etc., he explained his behavior: "If it really exists, it will be in these directions. We only need to check here. "

His gaze swept across the sink and found that there were bloody handprints on the faucet, including in front of the mirror, there were also blood sprayed on it, just like a prisoner living here, looking at the mirror in the middle of the night, constantly changing his expression. Telling your energy will leave such evenly distributed spray marks, layer after layer.

Do not know why, thinking of this, his heart trembled.

Zhou Yin was affected by the environment at the scene and didn't notice what was wrong with his companions. He held his breath, moved cleanly and lay down, then pulled away the messy sheets, and prepared to look under the bed.

But he just leaned down, before he had time to take a closer look, he suddenly yelled out "Ah-", he exclaimed love, and the whole person didn’t care about being dirty. He rolled back and hit the cabinet behind his head. His feet hurt, he didn't care about his facial expressions, and pointed at the bottom of the bed grinningly.

"What are you doing?" The companion was already nervous. At this moment, he was startled by his sudden noise. He immediately gave up studying the mirror, came to Zhou Yin and helped him, and followed his gaze.

Zhou Yin glanced at him in horror, breathed a sigh of relief, and stammered: "He, there are people down here!"

"people?"

The companion looked at him suspiciously, and then rushed down.At first glance, he didn't see anything, only the darkness, until he bent down slightly, he could barely see what was under the bed.

It really seems to be a person.

Use "seems" to describe it, because this person is curled up in the deepest part of the bed, his body is covered with sticky black mud, one hand is covering his eyes, and her eyes can be seen bleeding from the fingers.

Until she moved, Zhou Yin and others could see that it was not black mud, but hair, entwined around her body circle after circle.

At first, the person didn't know the outside world, but now he heard two people chattering in front of her, and he had a slight reaction. He slowly raised his head, stiffly stuck his head out, and said vaguely: "It's you. ...To die, to die!"

She has a strange voice, her words and deeds seem to have become a ghost.

"Oh, no, no, I can survive, but my eyes hurt, I can survive it. But why would I see her? Didn't she have committed suicide, because I..." she muttered, like a A spider with twisted limbs crawled out of the bed.

"Lian, Lian Susu?" Zhou Yin finally yelled, seeing her face clearly in the mass of blood.

Lian Susu ignored him. She climbed in front of the mirror, supported the sink with her hands, looked up at the mirror, and sprayed blood on the mirror when she spoke: "I did not harm you, can you hear me? I see. When it comes to you, you are standing on my bed, a lot of blood, you are looking at me..."

Looking at the empty bed, Zhou Yin felt cold all over, only felt that his legs were soft and his crotch was hot.

[Aha, the newcomer is over.

[Is this the one mocking us Sherlock?

[Tsk, you are really, on the surface they scold someone for failing to escape from prison, but in fact, what they protect is the same.

[...Maybe this is beating is pro, scolding is love.

[Smart ghosts praise their opponents, stupid ghosts belittle them.

On the other side, Xiao Li sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hands, and watched Shen Mirage who was close at hand applying medicine to him.

His hand injury is not serious at all, but the other party’s expression is extremely serious, as if his hand is about to be broken in the next second. Wipe the circle of scars with red potion.

Xiao Li thought about it for a while, and did not speak at all, quietly letting the youth move.

He looks so obedient like this, with his head slightly lowered, and his dark hair ends on the back of his snow-white neck. It looks as if you can do anything to him, he won't resist that much.

But the fact is far from it.

Shen Mirage carefully wiped every inch of the potion, took the gauze from the side, and began to wrap it around his wrist circle after circle.

Xiao Li originally resisted being silent, but watching his movements at this moment, he finally suffocated a sentence: "...Isn't it necessary?"

This seems too exaggerated, I don't know that he really thought his wrist was broken.

And he didn't think that wrapping around this "coordinate" would confuse the jailer's judgment.

Shen Mirage glanced at him lightly, and finally agreed to speak: "It is necessary."

Xiao Li heard that his tone was a little cold, as if he had encountered something that made him unhappy.

"I don't like your injury." Shen Mizhi said. He wrapped the last circle of the gauze and tied the end of the gauze with a delicate knot before letting go.

Xiao Li finally regained the ownership of his wrist. He turned it back and forth, and found that there was nothing affecting his movements except for an extra layer of wrapping from the outside world.

Shen Mirage looked at him, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked: "I think you are hiding from me recently. Did I do something wrong?"

He could see that Xiao Li was alienating himself. He actually didn't do anything, but he still asked if it was his fault.

Xiao Li's movement of turning his wrist slowed down, and his gaze passed over the young man, looking towards the opposite room.

"I need some time." He said at last.

Shen Mirage stared at him deeply for a while, it seemed that he wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just nodded in response: "Okay."

Xiao Li leaped briskly from the edge of the bed. The moment his toes touched the ground, he didn't stand very firmly, and he staggered for several steps to avoid the bad luck of falling.

This is not because his ability to fall on the ground has increased, but the weight on his back has become heavier, from a backpack full of things to a pile of heavy iron blocks, thus affecting his judgment.

Xiao Li rushed behind him without turning his head and waved his hand to signal to leave first, then opened the door and walked out.

Shen Mirage stayed in place. He looked at the distant figure of the other party, then retracted his gaze, lowered his eyelashes, and suddenly reached out his hand to pick up the remaining piece of gauze. He wrapped the gauze around his fingertips and stretched it out. Try flexibility.

Just now, in fact, there was a flash of thought in his mind--

Tied him up.

Gauze can act as a chain, soft, without hurting each other.

One end is tied to Xiao Li's wrist, and the other end can be tied to the bedside, cabinet, lamp, etc. Of course, Shen Mirzhi thinks the best place is his wrist.

He can shape a room, a closed room without any exit, tied to the person he loves, from now on, there are only two of them in the world, and they will never be separated.

In fact, it's a bit emotional.

Especially after Xiao Li didn't know why he chose to alienate him.

Shen Mirchi turned his head to the side and considered seriously for a moment. He condensed the expression in his eyes and threw the piece of gauze back.

...Forget it.

It was another night when the lights were about to go out.

The others had already entered their respective rooms, but Xiao Li was still in the passage, watching his movements didn't even plan to enter.

The place where he was standing was not far from Wang Huai’s room. The man reached out and knocked on the door of the room. After attracting Xiao Li’s attention, he asked, "Why, your ordinary bed is not enough for you, I want to try The taste of the floor?"

Several experiences have made everyone understand that when the jailer puts you asleep, he will not care about you, let alone transporting you to the bed, which will only allow you to lie on the cold ground.

Xiao Li said from a distance, "No, I want to try an idea."

Wang Huai: "What do you think?"

Xiao Li: "Wait, you'll know."

Wang Huai: "Take me one?"

He found a prop from his task book. It was an oven left by a chef after his death. It was only used once a day. After using it, the chef’s proud work would appear in it. It was only for his hunger. Reluctant starting point is a drop in the bucket.

He needs something else to distract himself.

Xiao Li: "Okay."

It's just that Wang Huai's addition can make this experiment more possibilities.

Without saying anything, Wang Huai opened the door and walked to Xiao Li's side.

Park Hee in the other room was also quite heart-stricken when he saw it, but in the afternoon his punishment came fast and severe enough, now he can't even stand up, and every cell in his body is screaming sore, let alone leaving. .

Xiao Li straightened up, even though this movement was even more difficult for him, but the young man's back was still upright. He walked a little farther away from these rooms and came to the fork of the four rooms, waiting for the jailer to arrive.

Without staying in the room, the flow of time seemed to become more rapid.

Soon, the overhead lights went out, and they were plunged into the boundless darkness, dull footsteps would appear at any time, everything was like the first few nights after they were in prison, but the difference was that they were free now.