MTL - I Wasn’t Born Lucky-Chapter 237

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In the first few minutes after the lights were turned off, Xiao Li was motionless, leaning his back against the wall on the left side of the passage, posing in a pensive posture.

Wang Huai stood side by side with him. After thirty seconds, he suddenly said, "Shall we stand with this?"

"Well," Xiao Li replied very simply, "have you found Moss and them?"

Before, he had informed Wang Huai and others about what he saw with Zhou Yin. He and Zhou Yin had different views, but he was not sure about the specific meaning of the painting. Later, he simply handed this important task to Wang Huai. .

Wang Huai shook his head: "No, I used tracing props, but failed."

"There are three possibilities, one, they also used anti-reconnaissance props, two, they have left here, and three, another power protects them."

When Xiao Li heard this, he suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "What tracing props did you use?"

"...A whistle," said Wang Huai, "there is the soul of a dog spirit in it. It was a police dog before it died. After death, it has an enhanced sense of smell. It will bite the opponent when it smells any odor. ."

Knowledge about props has increased.

Xiao Li listened with gusto and nodded.

"I have a bad hunch, Sherlock, you don't know about Moss..." Wang Huai returned to the subject, frowning, "He is very expressive, and this is completely different from what he is usually now. Coupled with that painting, I think they are likely to do something big."

When he first entered the prison, Wang Huai could still see Moss and others in the cafeteria, but recently they didn't even come to the cafeteria, and completely stopped contact with Wang Huai.

Xiao Li thought for a while: "If you think he has a problem, you should directly imprison them when you were eating in the cafeteria."

"Even though Moss behaves strangely, he is not a believer of the evil god, and he is not hostile to the dark night, so I will not easily slap him. Of course, the most important thing is that I may not be able to beat him." Wang Huai calmly Facing this reality, "The reason for letting you go directly was not enough."

Xiao Li was waiting to speak, turning his head to catch the approaching footsteps of the jailer, and made a silent gesture to Wang Huai beside him.

Obviously, the jailer has finished patrolling the upper floor, and is approaching the floor where the reincarnations are. Soon, until it patrols the two empty rooms, it will find the two prisoners missing.

Xiao Li first pointed to himself and then to the floor above him, lip-synching: "I go to the top, you go to the bottom, we separate."

"What am I going to do below?" Wang Huai asked.

Xiao Li: "Do experiments."

Wang Huai: "What experiment?"

Xiao Li pretended to be dead and did not answer.

Wang Huai already had a bad feeling at this time, and he couldn't help asking: "What did you promise me to come together for me?"

Xiao Li: "Serve as an experiment."

Wang Huai:? ? ?

"Don't talk nonsense, go down now, do whatever you want, stand, and come back and tell me how long you will sleep in." Xiao Li reached out and pushed him.

The sound of footsteps in the distance was getting closer, and Wang Huai had to swallow the words in his throat, separated from Xiao Li, and headed to the next floor alone.

However, Xiao Li slowly climbed up the upper passage.

The jailers have patrolled here, and the rooms on both sides are mostly empty. Only a few of the rooms have sleeping prisoners lying crookedly, and the whole narrow corridor is only the sound of their long breathing, plus Xiao Li The sound of walking serves as an accompaniment.

Xiao Li originally wanted to go to the end and take a look at the platform, but as soon as he walked a small part of the passage, his consciousness suddenly swayed, and sleepiness filled his mind.

He immediately tried to expel drowsiness with his thoughts, but failed.

A black shadow appeared in front of Xiao Li like a flash, "it" did not come up from the stairs, but was transmitted through coordinates.

The jailer looked at the coordinate marks on Xiao Li's wrist, and then a voice resembling a broadcast came from the entire floor: "Notice that prisoner No. 23024 goes out at the time of turning off the lights, violating rule 92941 of the prison code, and staying in the room for 24 hours. "

"Repeat it again..."

In the reverberating broadcast sound, Xiao Li lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself in a completely enclosed, dark room while he was lying on the ground.

Xiao Li sat up and found that this so-called "thinking room" had no lights, and the structure was roughly the same as the room, but there was no furniture, no beds, no mirrors and other things.

He touched the wall and moved forward, silently calculating the size of the entire room in his heart.

The wall is very hard, with a little burr, like that kind of rough house, maybe it hasn't been used for a long time, and it's still a little damp when it touches it with fingers, Xiao Li guessed it might have grown moss.

He shook the entire room again. The room was about 17 square meters in size. There was no door, only one iron window that could not be opened. It was quite torture to stay in it for 24 hours.

However, Xiao Li had been prepared early, and of course he would not want to just sleep here all day.

He folded his hands together expectantly, took out the little yellow notebook he never left, and wrote a few words blindly in the dark with a pen.

In the next second, several familiar figures appeared in the dark house.

The big black-haired beauty is dotted with a mole of tears at the corners of her eyes. She wears a well-fitting sailor suit. Just standing there is a beautiful scene; the woman next to her is holding her face, and the moment she appears, if there is no crying The room was filled with thoughts; the red ghost lowered its head, and the blood of blood slipped from the corner of its skirt; besides, there was a pair of trembling legs. Seeing Xiao Li, it subconsciously took two steps back.

Xiao Li opened his hand and welcomed him: "Let's come to the team building."

"Tuanjian?" Fu Jiang spoke first, and she glanced at this place called "the four walls of the family" with disgust, "How are you going to build it?"

Xiao Li: "The facilities are a bit rudimentary, but we have a lot of games to play."

Fu Jiang suspiciously said: "Game? Tell you? Let me talk about it first, I don't want to be a toy."

"Why would I use you as a toy?" Xiao Li looked innocent, "Look at the bullet screen, what games are suitable for team building."

[Cry sister, cry sister, your hair is growing back. 】

[Building with a human team, these strange talks are really shameful. 】

[Gang Jinggui, get out, get away, it's Moriarty's time. 】

[My Sherlock fan is dissatisfied! 】

[I think about it, four corners game, dish fairy, corpse mud, eating ghost food? 】

[Above, these are really suitable for team building. 】

[That's not bad. 】

[Hey, I also want to be a colleague with Hercule. 】

Xiao Li glanced roughly, and he quickly chose a game suitable for this room: "Four Corners Game."

He asked other strange stories: "Do you know how to play?"

The crying woman covered her face and said, "No, ooh, I don't know."

"Choose four people or ghosts. We stand in four corners, close our eyes, face the corner, and never look back. When the game starts, the person in one corner walks to the other corner and pats lightly. The shoulder of the person in front, and stay in that corner, the next person and so on, when you walk to a corner with no one, you cough."

Xiao Li explained.

Those legs suddenly kicked the ground, indicating that he had no upper body to cough.

Xiao Li looked at it and added: "...or stomping on the spot."

"It is said that one more person will come out of the room afterwards."

Fu Jiang stood aside, she took the initiative to quit the first game, and stretched lazily: "I just fully grown up yesterday, I won't come."

There was Xiao Li, a crying woman, a ghost in a red dress, with one leg and one corner.

"Clockwise." Xiao Li said.

He closed his eyes and felt that since the other ghosts came, the temperature of the whole room had dropped a lot, but it was quite lively to some extent.

Xiao Li walked forward along the wall, and when he reached the next corner, he patted the shoulder of the ghost in front of him.

Judging from the touch of the hair, it belongs to the crying woman.

The crying woman covered her face and walked forward.

...

When he reached the third lap, Xiao Li clearly felt that there was one more person.

Whether it is a red ghost, a crying woman, or a leg, there is no longer any coughing or stomping. People are always walking, but there are always four full seats in the corner.

But Xiao Li did not open his eyes.

Until he touched some strange, smooth shoulder this time, it didn't feel like any strange talk.

The ghost touched by Xiao Li is a lonely wild ghost attracted by the four-corner game. It follows the rules of the game, with its eyes closed, when a human touches its shoulders, it coldly curls the corners of its mouth, stuffing its head forward. Go.

This is not the first time it has been attracted by this kind of **** game.

Human beings are always so keen to die, they attract creatures that do not belong to this world, but they are afraid to see them.

It waited quietly, waiting for the four humans to discover themselves, and then enjoyed their screams and fear.

The game ghost walked forward and quickly reached the next corner. It stretched out its hand and took a shot.

I photographed a woman's shoulder.

Very good, the scream of waiting will surely break through the sky.

The game ghost fantasizes triumphantly. It retracts its hand and feels the woman in the corner walking forward.

It's just... Why is the touch in its hand not right?

The game ghost rubs his thumb and index finger, it seems sticky, not like nervous sweat, the taste and viscosity are more like some kind of familiar liquid...

blood?

Is it an illusion?

It may be that the woman's clothes are of poor quality, or she was deliberately drenched with blood from props and wanted to prank another game player.

Oh, what a pity they don't know is that the real ghost has been recruited by them.

The game ghost thinks.

It stood in place, waiting for the people behind to shoot it, and it was another round.

The game ghost continued to move forward, this time the person standing in the corner in front of it had changed, and it reached out and patted towards the shoulder.

Ok?

It was empty.

There seems to be no one in front.

Couldn't it be that I have noticed something wrong and hid and cried?

Indeed, it seems that there is a woman who has been crying, that kind of low, scared sob.

The game ghost strangely waved its lower arm in the air, and then touched something close to his crotch.

It's not human hair as imagined, but a strange flat section, very elastic.

The game ghost touched down along the line of the flat section, and it felt its hand inserted into a crack——

"Boom--"

Immediately, in the next second, it was kicked and rolled backwards.

What the **** is this? ! !

The game ghost has no longer care about the rules. It opened its eyes and spent a lot of time in the dark room to see clearly. The "game participant" facing it is a pair of legs.

The kind of legs without the upper body.

And the place where its palm was inserted just now was the seam between the thighs of these legs.

At this moment, the legs were facing it very angry, and he lifted his foot and kicked it!

Go to hell, smelly rascal!

Game ghost:? ? ?

What four corners game do you think you play with a pair of legs? !

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Legs: I’m team building, no way! Ask Moriarty if you have any questions!

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