MTL - I Wasn’t Born Lucky-Chapter 205

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At night, the fog tonight looks thicker than before, layered on top of each other, as if there are entities. Judging from this change, it seems that every day the reincarnations stay here, the fog here will be thicker. From when they first came in, it was as thin as a gray veil until now, the visible distance standing in the thick fog has been reduced to Only half a meter.

The wind outside the window is very strong. Even if the reincarnations stay in the room and keep the doors and windows closed, they can still hear the sound of the wind blowing on the windowsill. Some plants in the small garden outside are uprooted and hit the windows. Looking at Tan Li, he was heartbroken, and he simply buried it in Xiao Li's pocket completely, not seeing it for nothing.

Xiao Li was still sitting on the sofa before, but he couldn't bear the gossip gaze that Wen Wenwen and others looked at from time to time. After a long while, he just got up and hid on the side of the dining table, and meditated at the little yellow book in front of him.

When Wen Wenwen was talking to him earlier, he gave the other party a speechless look at the time, and when he heard the other party talking again, he changed the subject unbearably.

But the strange thing is, why did he not immediately clarify?

According to his character, if it were normal, it would have been clear for a long time. What about this time?

Do you think that group of people are too boring, too lazy to clarify, or...

The young man thought, his eyes drooping, his long and narrow tail lashes fell down, covering the puzzlement in his eyes.

The voices of other people discussing came from the sofa. Someone got up from there, walked towards Xiao Li, pulled the chair beside him and sat down.

Listening to the sound of sitting next to him, Xiao Li didn't lift his eyelids completely, but in this position, looking aside, he caught the young man's sharp jaw.

Shen Mirage saw him look over and paused: "What are they laughing at? I have been looking at you all day."

In fact, he also looked at himself. From afternoon to night, the gaze of the reincarnation wandered between Shen Mirage, Xiao Li and Wang Huai from time to time. The bitter one directly engraved the two characters "Watching a show" on his forehead.

Wang Huai is really innocent. He heard the rumors and told Wen Wenwen the truth, but the people who eat melons are more willing to believe what they imagined.

When Xiao Li heard his questioning, he said in patience, "You."

Shen Mirage:?

Xiao Li became even more anxious, and completed the words every word: "They are laughing at you."

Shen Mirage still had some doubts at first. He was taller than Xiao Li. Coupled with the posture problem, he just saw Xiao Li's black hair scattered on the back of his neck. The tooth marks there had faded. At first glance, he followed him. The skin is the same, but if you look closely, there are still some contours remaining.

The young man blinked as if he understood. He licked his teeth, only to feel that his heart started to itch again.

I want to print another one, or something more obvious, such as a kiss mark.

After half a minute, Shen Mirzhi also laughed, and the jealous aura of last night disappeared for a moment.

Xiao Li was feeling anxious. Seeing his happy appearance, he didn't let him off so easily: "...What are you laughing at?"

Shen Mirage smiled unabatedly on his lips: "Myself."

Xiao Li stared at him for a while, and finally felt that he seemed a little too real. Turning his head, no longer looking at the other person, concentrate on writing and drawing on the yellow notebook.

His hair is a bit longer, it hasn't been cut, and it covers his forehead, and his lips are slightly pursed. This way, he doesn't have the sense of distance from the past. On the contrary, it looks like anger, making people even want to tease him.

Shen Mirchi sat aside, took a pen in his hand, and twisted his fingertips, pretending to be writing something, supporting his chin with his right hand, and looking at the person next to him.

Xiao Li drew pictures from his memory on the small yellow book, as well as clues given by the fortune-teller.

Earlier, he asked other people and found that everyone had different dreams last night, and even had no dreams for one night, which made his speculation about Atlantis vanish.

Peeping, the variation of body shape, the change of parents, the capriciousness of the townspeople.

Xiao Li wrote these words.

Then it's better to go tomorrow...

When the tip of his pen was lightly paused, Xiao Huangben suddenly shook.

A line of handwriting floated up: [Baby, why didn't you clarify the relationship between you and Shen Mirage? 】

[Are you going to default, or don’t care about this at all? 】

Xiao Li: "..."

He didn't hold the pen for a while and fell into the air, but fortunately he caught it in time and didn't fall to the ground.

Xiao Huangben has been quiet for a long time recently, but he didn't expect to come out again now, and he asked such a sharp topic.

Xiao Li didn't answer, and Xiao Huangben's questions popped up one after another.

[I know he likes you very much, so what about you? do you like him? 】

[I haven't seen you for a long time, he has been with you, now, do you like me more... or him? 】

Xiao Li looked at this line of words and tightened his body for an instant. At this moment, he couldn't take care of other things. He couldn't answer this question now, so he closed the little yellow book without looking at the other party's next words. .

So he couldn't see the way the man behind him looked at him with his pale eyes, his eyes were distant, like the immortal stars, like anticipation, impatient, and some deeper emotion.

... Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you, so don't run away from love like this anymore, look at me, hug me.

good or not?

*****

Late at night, early in the morning.

Jin Handong was tossing and turning on the bed, unable to sleep. Her room was next to the dead Hetian. It was good for the reincarnations to gather together before, but staying alone in the room like this, the quietness made her unable to sleep.

In the daytime, the reincarnations also discussed that it is better to live together, but they were afraid that the things that would kill Tsuruta were all in one pot. In the end, they voted together and chose to sleep separately.

Jin Handong imagined Hetian's death and took a long, deep breath to comfort himself.

Her bed was close to the corner, the window was on the side of the bed, and the bed was facing the door. After thinking for a moment, she simply got up from the bed, pulled the bed, and changed the layout of the room so that she wouldn't see it as soon as the door opened. Self in bed.

After all this, Jin Handong also felt a little tired. She lay on the bed, turned on the light, and was about to fall asleep like this.

But the moment she closed her eyes, she felt something was wrong.

She believed her instinct so much, cold sweat immediately came out of her head, and she took out all the remaining three life-saving items without hesitation.

This is the human instinct to face danger, no matter whether the props are useful for this dungeon ghost or not, her first reaction can only rely on these.

Is... Is anyone watching?

Who will it be?

Jin Handong's brain was swiftly running, and she clenched the props in her hand. With her eyes open, she tried her best to control herself not to look for the source of her gaze, so she froze.

In the drawer, there was a slight friction sound, like the friction of clothes when turning around, and the drawer was opened little by little.

Wanna see?

Jin Handong asked himself, do you want to see it?

Seeing now, running outside the room, is it... too late?

Her heart was beating, and she even thought that her heart would pop out of her mouth alive.

Forget it!

Jin Handong gritted her teeth and chose the opposite decision. She slowly closed her eyes and pretended that she did not hear such a sound.

She chose not to watch it.

After a while, Jin Handong could hear the friction back and forth in the drawer, but nothing really hurt her.

The night passed, and Jin Handong stayed in bed all night. After confirming that other reincarnations were walking back and forth at the door, she did not open her eyes directly, but first shouted when there were footsteps in the corridor: "Is anyone out there? ?"

After Wang Huai responded, she opened her eyes and told the other party what happened last night.

The rest of the Samsaras quickly heard the sound and rushed over, Wen Wenwen looked at her: "The sound in the drawer?"

"Yes, but I really heard the sound in it last night." After a night of sleeplessness, Jin Handong had a lot of dark shadows under his eyelids, "I didn't go to see it, pretending that I couldn't hear it and I lived until now."

"So doesn't it mean that as long as we don't open our eyes when we sense the sense of peeping, we can't be killed?" Wen Wenwen said.

Xiao Li stretched out his hand to open the drawer in Jin Handong's mouth. There was nothing in it. It was a simple empty drawer. He closed the drawer and pulled it out again, repeating this process twice.

Jin Handong said in the sound of the drawer opening and closing: "If this is the way of life, then why didn't we leave this copy?"

As long as you find a hidden way of life, you can complete the task. Judging from the timeliness of the dungeon rules, this one may only be short-lived, only for a certain ghost's life, but not the entire Stellan lost town.

"Damn it," Bruce cursed ventlessly, "Where does this town look like a way out? Is there something we haven't unearthed in this plot character of Xu Jiaheng?"

"He is a character in the plot, and things started with him, and his mother has also changed...you have to ask him how he was last night, but I think he is very suspicious, whether he was possessed by a ghost Body?"

"It all feels like...'peeping','peeping', right! Could it be that movie theater? Let's revise the script, does this seem feasible?" Kesia suddenly said the question she had been thinking about for a long time.

"Who wrote the script of this movie?" Wen Wenwen was said by him, and Fu Zhi asked heartily, "Is this the key to survival? Revising the script...is the way to survive! We are in a movie? Si? Dilan Fan Town is the name of the movie?"

Xiao Li stopped the action of opening and closing the drawer in his hand and glanced at him: "Good idea."

Wen Wenwen:? ? ?

He endured it for a while, and couldn't hold back: "What's the matter with your tone of complimenting'dogs will go to the bathroom by themselves, good boy'?"

Xiao Li: "Huh? I don't have a dog, I have a cat."

Wen Wenwen roared: "I caught the wrong point!"

Xiao Li: "Ah, I mean, you can find who wrote the script."

Generally, normal movie theaters will specify directors, actors, screenwriters and other creative personnel after the film screening, but the problem is that they did not see the end of "Peep", and the posters are not marked with these. I want to make it clear. Samsaras can only go to the cinema one more time.

Wen Wenwen made a decision quickly. After discussing with others for a while, he decided on the next itinerary. However, before making the decision, he ate and wisely asked Xiao Li: "Go together?"

Xiao Li said, "I'll go to a place first, and I'll look for you later."

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One day, Xiao Huangben suddenly tried: [Do you like me more or him? 】

Xiao Li: You, you are more lovely.

Shen Mirage:?

Vinegar.

The sea of ​​vinegar turned over.

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