In the backyard of the hotel, as Lance said, a coffin was placed quite abruptly.
The rest of the backyard was charred and had an unpleasant burnt smell that mixed with the rain, and every now and then, blackened charcoal washed into the dirt.
However, the coffin chose a good location. It was located under a straw shed. A hole had been burned in the straw shed. However, due to the timely arrival of the rainstorm, there was still half a piece of turf firmly supported on the roof. Shelter the coffin from the wind and rain.
Xiao Li measured the rain outside. He returned to the door of the hotel, lifted the original bench and put it on his head to cover the rain, and walked to the coffin.
The lid of the coffin was tightly closed.
Just looking at the appearance of the coffin, it is not difficult to imagine the scene inside - perhaps the coffin ghost is lying stiffly inside, staring at the godless eyes and looking at the coffin board.
The other reincarnators also followed. AK47 was still carrying Park Xiujin on his back, but unlike Xiao Li, they instinctively kept some distance from the coffin.
Xiao Li gently caressed the edge of the coffin with his hand, and went straight to lift the coffin board.
At first, it didn't move.
Xiao Li used the pulp of his index finger to scrub the edge of the coffin back and forth. He didn't say anything, just took out his phone and started to set the alarm clock.
The coffin board moved tentatively, and moved again, the coffin ghost stuck his head out in disbelief, retracted it, and stuck it out again, Xiao Li was still there.
-It must be the wrong way to open the coffin board!
This coffin ghost is obviously dry and thin, and his cheeks are sunken into a bitter gourd.
Xiao Li jumped out of the alarm clock interface and typed in the memo: [Meet again.]
The coffin ghost was holding the mirror in its arms, and a hint of determination flashed in its eyes. It glanced at Xiao Li, and then looked at Park Xiujin on the back of the AK47 around, and touched the mirror with a slightly cautious expression.
A light flashed on the mirror of prophecy, revealing a line of words:
[Prophecy cannot be broken, you will be corrected.]
Xiao Li taunted: [How to correct? Carry us one by one in your coffin?]
Sitting on the edge of the coffin, he easily reached out and snatched the long-coveted mirror of prophecy from the coffin ghost.
Coffin Ghost: ! ! !
its a mirror!
Xiao Li put his index finger in front of his lips, and said with his mouth: [Don't be afraid, I will pay you back, lend me a look.]
Coffin Ghost: "..."
Believe in you.
Xiao Li stroked his hands like a coffin ghost stroked the mirror. His fingers were slender and slender, and the mirror was even a little gorgeous, but the Mirror of Prophecy was indifferent.
Very cold and very loyal.
Xiao Li raised his head and asked the coffin ghost: [How to use this mirror?]
The coffin ghost slowly crawled out of the coffin. It held the coffin and stood outside with a handful of old bones. It gestured authentically: [You, what do you want to ask?]
[past.] Xiao Li wrote, [I only need to look at the past of this town.]
The coffin ghost fixedly glanced at Xiao Li, put his hand beside his mouth, and coughed a few times silently: [The mirror of prophecy is the future, the coffin stores the past, you want to see the picture of the past , have to enter this coffin.]
Xiao Li reached out and pressed the bottom of the coffin, and found that there was a layer of cushion under the coffin, and it was soft when pressed, this coffin ghost will enjoy—
Then he lay in.
... He really just lay in there.
Other reincarnators: ? ?
What's up with Sherlock? !
Before Qingshui could rush over and pull Xiao Li out, the coffin board was automatically closed, covering the coffin completely.
Then the coffin pressed the edge of the coffin ghostly, and it turned its malicious eyes to Shimizu and the others.
—
The interior of the coffin is very dark and small, and this environment can easily lead to tension and despair.
But Xiao Li was okay. He looked at the closed coffin board above his head, his expression did not change, he just twitched the corner of his mouth and placed the mirror in his left hand on the coffin board.
The mirror really had something to do with the coffin, and as soon as it touched the coffin board, it stuck to it.
Xiao Li touched the mirror surface with his hand again, and wrote the picture he wanted to see on the mirror surface, but the mirror still didn't show it.
Xiao Li rubbed his chin. Since he was toasting like this, he didn't eat or punish him. He tapped the phone with one hand, pressed three QQ emoticon candles on the phone screen, and silently spit out an English word: [Bloody Merry, B—]
Mirror of Prophecy: "..."
It recalled the scene in which it was broken by Bloody Mary in the previous prophecy picture.
The next second, the mirror of the Erwuzi's mirror flashed, and the picture Xiao Li wanted appeared directly.
It was in the attic of the old house.
The owner of the ancient house was in his thirties, with a long beard, standing with his hands behind his back, watching his servants rummage through the baggage in the attic.
Soon after, the servant took out one of the packages from the pile of baggage, unfolded it, and put it respectfully in front of the owner of the ancient house.
There are costumes, rouge, vanity boxes, picture scrolls, pen and ink, etc.
"Is this what he left behind..."
The owner of the ancient house muttered, he picked and picked from the package, and finally took out nothing, but took out the whole package.
The next scene is that the children in the town are playing lively on the side of the road, and a child said loudly: "Mr. is not detained today, shall we go out to play?"
As soon as his words fell, his expression was wrong. He opened his mouth and tried to spit out another sentence, but he could only squeeze out a "giggle" sound from his throat.
At this point, silence comes.
The mirror image also ends here.
For fear of Xiao Li's misunderstanding, the Mirror of Prophecy said: [Showing the past is not my strength, I tried my best.]
Xiao Li absent-mindedly touched the edge of the mirror like a dog. What made him dazed was not the words of the mirror, but the image of the mirror just now-inside the coffin, it made a sound.
But when outside, the mirror is extremely quiet.
So is it because of the coffin
Just like the coffin ghost stays in the coffin and the corpse does not rot, can it resist silence to a certain extent? Or…
Just as Xiao Li was thinking, the mirror image suddenly changed again.
It appeared a bed.
A bed that Xiao Li was extremely familiar with, even the bed he had just moved back to.
The bed in his tiny apartment.
With the appearance of this bed, Xiao Huangben was shocked, and a line of handwriting with luminous properties showed: [Since you have seen it all, why not take a look at your future?]
Xiao Li: "... I remember saying that I don't believe in prophecies."
This time, Xiao Li spoke directly, but if it was as he thought, speaking in this absolutely closed coffin would not be regarded as breaking the taboo.
Xiao Huangben said lightly: [Actually, I don't believe it, but everything I said will definitely become the future.]
Before Xiao Li could answer, Xiao Huang Ben, who said "every word will come true", continued: [I will stay in this bed in the future.]
[I will hold you on this bed. You were too hot at first and refused to let me hold you, but after I adjusted the temperature, you felt cold, and you would obediently crawl into my arms again.]
… It was still very warm.
[Because of the cold, I hold you tightly, but this will not last long, because I will want to be closer to you. I love everything about you, and then I'll kiss you in the face and eat you.]
[I would suggest you to buy a bigger bed.]
[Or move directly to my house.]
… not at all cozy anymore!
Xiao Li said: "..."
He didn't think he had anything to say - he finally said, "Can I ask you a question?"
Xiao Huangben: [What's the problem?]
Xiao Li asked, "Who are you?"
Xiao Huangben said: [Don't worry, you will know soon.]
After it displayed this sentence, the Mirror of Prophecy trembled and returned to its original darkness.
Without the source of light, the entire interior of the coffin became very oppressive.
Xiao Li closed his eyes, put his hands together on his chest, and experienced life in a coffin for two minutes. Then he opened his eyes with a "hiss", and pushed the coffin board above his head with his hand, but he really didn't push it.
The young man moved his body and drew a scalpel from the sleeve of his sleeve. He said, "As a multiple-choice question, do you want to let me go out by yourself, or do you want to go out by yourself after I chop you up as firewood? Friendly reminder, If you choose the latter, your home will be gone."
Ten seconds later, the coffin board trembled open.
As soon as Xiao Li came into contact with the light from the outside world, he narrowed his eyes, propped up his body, and put away the scalpel.
The coffin ghost was standing aside, looking at his coffin eagerly, and he couldn't see the way it threatened the reincarnators just now.
Xiao Li neatly climbed out of the coffin, patted the coffin ghost on the shoulder, and wrote a polite compliment on the white paper: [Your home is good.]
Coffin Ghost: "..."
Xiao Li reluctantly returned the Mirror of Prophecy to it and walked to Qingshui: [Let's go.]
Qingshui stopped talking and looked at Xiao Li eagerly, then at the coffin ghost, and followed Xiao Li.
After walking out of the hotel, Shimizu wrote on a piece of paper: [Sherlock, just now... why did you really go to lie down on that coffin?]
He asked himself, and even if he really knew that there would be important clues in the coffin, he probably, 80%, probably wouldn't lie in it.
If something happens here, it will be buried alive.
Xiao Li glanced at him: [En? Comrade Shimizu, the focus of your thinking is a little off, why is it important for me to lie down? It doesn't matter, what matters is what I get.]
Shimizu: [... No, I think it's very important.]
Xiao Li: [Alright, actually, I just want to experience it, just curious.]
Shimizu: [… ]
—Curiosity is so strong, are you a cat
On the other side, the backyard of the hotel.
The coffin ghost hugged the mirror, lay back on the coffin, and was about to leave again when it suddenly realized something was wrong.
It looked at the coffin board, reached out to touch it, and let out a silent roar with wide-open eyes—
Because Xiao Li engraved a line on the coffin board:
… Sherlock is here.
The author has something to say: Xiao Huang Ben: Whatever I say will come true.
Xiao Li: So
Xiao Huangben: So all along, I'm not talking to you, I'm predicting our future life.
Xiao Li: …