MTL - I Wasn’t Born Lucky-Chapter 218

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Xiao Li must now make a trade-off between rushing away and giving up sleeping.

He was actually a bit tired today, but thinking about the recent dungeon gap has also been lengthened, every day is ordinary and ordinary, he also felt a little bored, so he agreed.

Xiao Li got up from the bed, changed clothes, opened the door of the room, and finished in one go.

When he left the door, Fu Zige was still singing, and its microphone floated in front of the TV so stiffly, completely covering the voice of the contestants in the show.

"Black Pineapple--" It stopped in astonishment when it saw Xiao Li coming out.

Xiao Li didn't say anything, and asked him and several others: "There is a spiritual event, do you want to follow it?"

The little black cat was sleeping in a tuft. It opened its eyes sleepily, rolled over, with its belly exposed in the air, and continued to sleep soundly, answering instead with actions.

Tan Li, buried in the flowers, slowly walked into Xiao Li's pocket in a familiar posture.

Fu Zige said timidly: "I won't go there. I'm a humble person, and the past is useless..."

Xiao Li teased it with a non-smiling smile: "This is not necessarily true."

The pitch-black microphone paled with naked eyes. It didn't dare to refuse Xiao Li, for fear that the other party would bring itself into the copy again. It tremblingly asked, "Is it in reality?"

Xiao Li nodded.

Fu Zige sighed and sighed. Finally, under Xiao Li's impatient ultimatum, he turned off the TV and broke into the little yellow book.

At this time, there were no buses going to Shili Road. Zhou Ying, a teenager with internet addiction, simply used Didi to call a taxi. Ten minutes later, the taxi arrived at the destination.

Before going out, Xiao Li didn't have time to trim his hair. He looked around, took a hat from the hallway, put it on, suppressed the disobedient hair, and walked on.

It seems inconvenient without a car.

When looking for the taxi at the gate of the community, Xiao Li thought thoughtfully, so it’s better to have a chance to operate it in the future, let Tan Li take a test or something, then buy a car and drive the night bus at night, or call Shen directly. Mirage...

Thinking of this, he sent a message to Shen Mirage.

"Toot toot--" The taxi parked in front saw the figure of the young man, flashed the car lights, and motioned to the other party.

Xiao Li pulled the car door. He had a lot of things and chose to sit in the back row. The driver asked the address in detail, stepped on the accelerator, turned his head and drove in the right direction.

Xiao Li leaned against the car window, which was half open, and the night wind rushed in at the speed of the car.

With the occurrence of supernatural events, the whole reality seems to have changed.

The original season, although it is not as high as autumn, but at least it will not be like it is now. The gloomy and dark clouds that lasted for several days, seemed to be wrapped in a huge black cloth on the horizon, covering all the stars. With the moon.

The city’s night scenes used to make people feel gentle, but now even after 24 hours of open entertainment venues, it only makes people feel depressed and bleak.

In such a dark night, if there is no light, you will not be able to reach out your fingers. Maybe it is better when there are many people, but once you are alone at night, this feeling will be more obvious than before.

This kind of sharp contrast is clearest to the taxi driver who runs the night car.

This time the driver was a middle-aged man with a bald head. When the passenger behind just got on the bus, he was good at talking and enthusiastically greeted a few words, but the other party's answer was neither salty nor indifferent.

He twisted the radio in the car, played a song, drove for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Brother, are you going to Shili Road so late? It's quite far over there, are you going to see friends? "

The dark-haired young man sitting in the back row gave a casual "um".

It seems that it is difficult to communicate.

The driver's eldest brother sighed in his heart, he shut his mouth again, but he is used to inquiring on weekdays, and he also has a hobby of observing customers. At this time, he waited for the gap of traffic lights at a certain intersection, and couldn't help saying: "This The weather, I don’t know how to do it, especially at this time, there is basically no one on the road. Several times I felt that there was a white shadow in front of me, and I almost ran into it. No one at all, really strange."

The passenger at the back who had been facing the outside finally looked up at him: "It's not safe recently. Try not to go out at night."

"Huh?" The driver's brother said in a daze, "Why?"

The passenger said: "Easily haunted."

After saying this, he bowed his head and played with the phone.

"Brother, aren't you kidding me, where are there ghosts these years? Hahaha..." The driver's laughter became weaker and weaker. He didn't get a response from the rear passengers and secretly observed him through the rearview mirror.

The boy's hat was pressed very low, only showing the delicate lines of his jaw, and his face was not clearly visible.

And perhaps due to the sitting posture, a weird puppet came out of his pocket. It doesn't look like the ordinary Barbie dolls on the market. It looks like a real person, without white eyes, and there is a dead gray in the eyes. I looked scared.

The driver’s eldest brother was covered in sweat, and, I don’t know if it was his illusion. He always felt that the passenger’s phone in the back row had automatically switched the screen before he pressed it, from a familiar one. The pesticide mobile game interface is switched to WeChat...

At this moment, many urban legends flashed through his mind.

He squeezed the steering wheel and didn't dare to open his mouth to rush the person behind to get out of the car. He could only speed up frantically, hoping to reach the destination earlier.

Under the speed of the driver’s eldest brother, the half-hour’s journey was reduced to a quarter of an hour. He looked at the sign of “Ten Mile Road”, stepped on the brake, and breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t even dare to ask for the money. Passengers walking strangely got off the bus.

Xiao Li paid at the backstage of Didi, and with the automatic sound in the car, "Alipay has arrived, thirty--", he pushed the door and got out of the car.

The driver's eldest brother was relieved. He took advantage of turning his head and glanced at the back of the passenger, and found that he was walking towards the door of an old-fashioned community on Shili Road, and the doll lying in his pocket was like an example. Changed another action, as if staring at him tightly!

He took a sigh of relief and recalled the person's "ghost" tone. He decided to reduce his expenses recently and stop working at night.

*****

The detailed address that Wang Huai gave to Xiao Li was an old-fashioned community, which was a retired teacher's apartment not close to the city. Most of the people who lived in it were older intellectuals and descendants.

When Xiao Li walked over, Wang Huai and a group of people were standing downstairs in Building 7. Xiao Li glanced around. In addition to the old Wang he was more familiar with, there was Ye Lingshi who hadn't seen him for a long time, and the other two. Strangers he didn't know.

Ye Lingshi hesitated to look at the stranger walking towards them. He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but when he saw the doll, he confirmed his identity and greeted the other person friendly: " Sherlock, long time no see."

Xiao Li nodded.

"When I first saw you, I never thought you would be like you are now." Ye Lingshi sighed, "My brother with a higher eye is always telling me about you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Huai raised his chin lazily: "This is not the time to relive the past, Sherlock, the other two, Ye Ziye, and Sun Jiaming."

The two smiled friendly at Xiao Li.

Ye Lingshi continued: "To make a long story short, hurry up. In response to the recent supernatural incident, we have set up a forum to give ordinary people who are entangled by ghosts an opportunity to ask for help. We will try our best to come to help according to the number of manpower. They are also investigating the reasons for these ghosts."

"Everyone knows that ghosts in general reality are very weak, and they certainly don't have the strong resentment of a copy. Therefore, the average veteran can handle it with props. There have been no casualties, and many people don't mind helping ordinary people. "

"But according to our investigation, the intensity of ghosts and monsters in reality has gradually increased. Compared with half a month ago, it has more than doubled. If this continues, it is really hard to say. We must hurry to solve it, or... …Without your hands."

"Here is a case recently asked for help. The reason that caught our attention was a detail she said when she asked for help."

"For your own sake, she lives on the fourth floor of this building."

Ye Lingshi turned on the phone, transferred to the forum help interface, and handed it to Xiao Li.

[Dear masters, please help me, I have encountered a strange thing. 】

[Yes, this incident did not happen to me, but a writer I followed. 】

[I have been following him for a long time. I have been chasing every piece of his essays. I have always written very good-looking articles. I especially like them. This writer has always written emotionally and unstoppable ones. Very diligent, but since last week, he suddenly stopped changing! 】

[There was no sign before the change, everything was sudden. 】

[Then from the day before yesterday, he appeared again and updated a chapter, but the newly updated chapter has nothing to do with the context. The bull's head is not right, the protagonist has also changed someone else, and the sweet essay from an emotional flow, It has become a short horror novel, this novel is not the writer's usual style at all, it is written by a different person. 】

[Immediately after yesterday, he followed the horror novel that appeared suddenly, updated a chapter, and at the end of the new chapter, a strange symbol appeared. 】

[I checked it and couldn't find it at all. I was worried that this was the writer's distress signal, but it was useless after calling the police. It was strange to say that the author was alive, and I thought of the ghost upper body. My classmate recommended this forum to me, I hope you can help me and her. 】

The helper took a screenshot of the symbol, and Xiao Li narrowed his eyes as soon as he saw it. This was particularly similar to the symbol he had found on Fu Zige's earlier.

Ye Ling said, "I tried to call her, and she answered, but some things were not clear on the phone, so I made an appointment to find her."

Xiao Li asked back: "In the early morning?"

Ye Lingshi wondered that something was wrong, and he shrugged: "She made an appointment, saying that it is only at this time, when her parents are asleep, she has time to come out.

Xiao Li returned the phone to the other party. Ye Ling looked at the message box and sent a message to the helper upstairs. He raised his head and said, "She let us go up."

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