I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Chapter 120

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Riyan didn't know what to do anymore, he had no time to rush to the elevator, and the sound seemed to come from the stairs.

In addition to these two ways to leave the ninth floor, all the houses in the other corridors were locked, and the only thing that could be opened was the non-existent room, but going in was undoubtedly a dead end.

"woo, woo, woo..."

The cry was getting closer and closer, and Ri Yan could tell that it belonged to a woman's cry. Even if the woman was a little old, it sounded a little old. It was neither sharp nor tender, but rather hoarse and rough.

Ri Yan was paralyzed on the spot, his eyes were wet, he covered his mouth, and stared at the direction of the cry on the other side of the corridor - but there was nothing, even if he could clearly hear the source of the cry had turned the stairs , enter the hallway.

what happened

His thoughts were stagnant for a moment, and then he hurriedly set up the live broadcaster with a selfie stick and entered the live broadcast room directly from the button on the live broadcaster desktop.

As soon as Riyan started broadcasting, the viewers who had subscribed to his room immediately got the news:

[What's the matter, the anchor has opened this update? Fortunately, I also cultivate immortals, and the champion of staying up late tonight is me.]

[Has Rihuohuo gone home? Enough of live horror movies at night?]

[Wait, the anchor, why are you so pale? If you don’t know, you think you have kidney deficiency, why are your eyes red?]

Riyan couldn't care about what the barrage was saying, he turned the camera tremblingly, adjusted the angle, and then looked across the corridor.

This time, a figure appeared on the camera.

It was a long-haired woman, her head was lowered, her long hair was parted from her cheeks on both sides, her hands were covering her face, she was sobbing non-stop, staggering, walking slowly towards the sun.

She is crying.

The woman was wearing a white dress with a messy hem, as if it had been torn apart, revealing a pair of bare feet.

The toes of the feet were black, from the ankles down, covered with corpse spots of various sizes, and with every step a wet footprint appeared on the carpet.

[What the hell is this?]

[Fuck, the anchor put poison in the middle of the night, I'm going to die, I can't sleep tonight, this cry is terrible.]

[Riyan, where are you? Haven't come out of the hotel yet? I was almost scared to death by you, and my heart almost jumped out of my throat.]

As the woman approached step by step, the sound of crying hovered beside Ri Yan's ears like a mosquito flapping its wings. He couldn't bear this kind of fear, and he didn't want to sit there and wait for death. In the end, he hurriedly covered his face with his arms and rushed. After entering that room 909, I closed the door tightly, put down the selfie stick, and laboriously brought a chair to block the door.

Riyan didn't think it was enough, he looked around, unplugged the TV, moved the TV to the chair, and reinforced the heavy object.

In fact, if it weren't for the bed that seemed to be fixed in place, he would have liked to move the bed too.

After doing all this, Ri Yan curled up in the corner and reopened the barrage.

With tears in his eyes, he stammered his last words to the selfie stick: "You may never see me again, I really shouldn't have opened that door... I opened the door to weird talk, and since then, I've been encountering all kinds of weird things, I... I might be dying..."

Outside the door, the cries were getting closer.

Nothing is more terrifying than this pre-death fear.

Ri Yan covered his face, burst into tears, and fumbled around for his mobile phone: "I... I want to call my mother... "

[This... how can this be? What about the handsome guy you were with before? Is he not there?]

[Anchor, please don’t do this, I’m so panicked, I’ll help you forward the post to see if I can make it more popular.]

[Wait... The door that doesn't exist, the legs chasing on the stairs, the crying woman... How come these are all weird stories I've seen?]

Ri Yan was already in despair at first. He pinched his nose and felt like he was salvaged from the water. At this time, when he saw this barrage, Fu Zhi mentally paused the phone call, and he asked: "The last two are also weird stories? I only heard the first weird story."

[Yeah, the non-existent room in the Cavill Hotel is the most famous quirk. The other two are not very famous. I also heard it from my grandma when I was very young. I forgot it before, now just remembered.]

[The chasing legs on the stairs is about a person walking up the stairs, and there will be a pair of legs chasing him behind him; while the crying woman is about a woman who fell in love with a man and became pregnant out of wedlock, giving birth to him for him Three children, but the man didn't want to marry her, and even kept messing around outside. Finally, one day, the woman couldn't bear it anymore. She drowned her three children in the bathtub and threw herself into the river. After her death, her soul turned into a crying woman, constantly searching for her children.]

"But, but I'm not her child." Ri Yan wiped her tears and communicated with the audience on the barrage, "I... If I say that, will she let me go?"

[I don't know, this is just one of the weird stories I've heard. My grandmother said there were six weird stories in total, and I don't remember the others very much...]

"Did your grandma tell you how to break out of weird stories?"

[This is not... Riyan, sorry, let me ask my grandma for you.]

Ri Yan was about to continue to ask questions, but the sound of crying outside the door had become louder, like a cry squeezed out of his throat.

There was no doubt that the crying woman had stopped at the door.

And the thin door, and the heavy objects such as the chair behind it... It was obviously impossible to block her.

Ri Yan thought about the words on the barrage, he gritted his teeth and roared: "You... Listen, I'm not your child! You have found the wrong person, leave quickly and find someone else, I beg you, woo, you The child is waiting for you to find him!"

But to his despair, it didn't work.

Intuition told Ri Yan that the crying woman was still standing at the door, waiting to break in.

Reality plane.

At the moment when the sun flame disappeared, Ye Zeqing, who was sleeping on the bed, opened his eyes immediately.

He didn't catch how Ri Yan disappeared, but he sensed the ghost energy that was transferred in an instant, and found the disappearance of Ri Yan - Ye Zeqing immediately jumped up from the bed, grabbed the clothes on the chair casually, and hurriedly Put on your shoes and go to other rooms to wake up the other reincarnators.

About three minutes later, the group of senior reincarnations gathered in Xiao Li's room.

Xiao Li didn't wake up very much, he rubbed his eyes, took a little cold water in his hands and flushed his cheeks, and asked Ye Zeqing, "He just disappeared like that?"

"Yes," Ye Zeqing said, "I was sleeping at the time, and I only felt the breath of ghosts appearing, and then when I opened my eyes, he disappeared."

In the copy world, such disappearance often means death.

If it is the plot staff in other dungeons, the reincarnators may not care, at least not at their own risk, but the role of Riyan in this dungeon world is not the same - the first is the camera, the reincarnator's Mobile phones are always inconvenient. Secondly, Xiao Li always feels that the role of the live broadcast room is more than that. If it is just a camera, Riyan can also be other identities, such as documentary photographers, while the anchor is a relatively special one. industry.

"I can't sense any of his breath." Ye Zeqing said finally.

When Hull heard this, he stood aside and interjected: "I have a prop that can track others, let me try it."

He said and took out a compass from his pocket.

Hull opened the casing of the compass, flicked the pointer on it counterclockwise with his hand, and then silently recited the name of "Riyan" and released his hand.

The needle of the compass turned back clockwise, spinning helplessly where it was.

Hull shook his head at the reincarnators: "I can't track it."

This dungeon ghost's technique may also happen to reincarnators, so everyone is frowning and looking solemn.

Xiao Li kept playing with his mobile phone, he brought up the call interface and made a call.

"You don't want to call Riyan, do you? Do you know his cell phone number? But isn't there no signal on our phone?" Ye Zeqing asked in surprise.

Xiao Li took out another banana from the fruit basket and stuffed it into Ye Zeqing's mouth, motioning him to shut up: "I'll call the transfer station."

Ye Zeqing took down the banana and put it back in the fruit basket.

He didn't understand what Xiao Li meant at first, but he quickly remembered the previous copy, and his eyelids jumped up: "Don't you..."

Xiao Li didn't give him a chance to finish this sentence because someone on the other side picked it up.

After it was connected, no one spoke, only the hiss that belonged to the telephone line.

Xiao Li routinely greeted: "Are you okay?"

Phone Ghost: "What's the matter with you?"

Xiao Li said "eh": "I remember you seem to have the ability to know the target's phone number? I didn't give you the phone number, you can get it, it's amazing."

Phone Ghost: "...What's the matter with you?"

Co-authored into a repeater.

Xiao Li: "Do me a favor, call an anchor named 'Riyan' in this world and ask him where he is and how he is doing now."

Phone ghost: "..."

It didn't say anything and hung up unilaterally.

Xiao Li looked at the "end call" button on the phone, and said "OK": "Wait for the news."

Ye Zeqing: "..."

- This is the first time he has seen someone who uses a ghost phone as a transmitter...

Hull didn't realize it, so he asked Ye Zeqing, "Ye, who is Moriarty calling?"

Ye Zeqing said reluctantly, "Telephone information desk."

Hull: ? ?

At the same time, on the side of Riyan.

He was tremblingly waiting for the judgment of his fate, and a pool of water stains seeped in through the crack of the door, which showed that the crying woman was at the door.

As if to deliberately take pleasure in the fear of the sun, the locked door handle was of no use to the woman. …

At this moment, Ri Yan suddenly felt shocked by the mobile phone he had been holding in his palm!

He took a look at the phone in a panic, and saw a call from "444444" displayed on it.

This number... looks like a ghost call from a classic horror movie.

Riyan was about to cry, why did he just open a door and all these ghosts entangled him

He certainly didn't have the guts to take it.

It's just that when he wanted to press the ghost call, his fingers trembled so much that he accidentally pressed the other side of the screen and connected the call.

A hoarse female voice came from the phone: "Riyan."

Precisely point out Riyan's name.

This made Riyan want to deceive himself that he made the wrong call.

Riyan wanted to hang up with tears in his eyes, but the next second, the name coming from the receiver stopped him: "Moriarty asks you, where are you and where you are."

... I don't know if it was Riyan's illusion. He always felt that when the other party said the word "Moriarty", he seemed to be biting his teeth.

But no matter what, he knew that Moriarty was Xiao Li, so he didn't care whether the other side of the ghost's call was a ghost, Ri Yan held the phone like a treasure, and said incoherently to the receiver: "I... I'm very bad, I met a woman who can cry, and the barrage said that this is another weird story... I, why am I so unlucky? Moriarty, Ye Zeqing, help me, please, me, me Now it's next door in room 909, but before I... I knocked on the door and there was no response... "

The female ghost on the opposite side of the ghost call didn't speak, she hung up the phone indifferently, and in the next second, got through Xiao Li's cell phone.

As soon as Xiao Li said the word "hello", he heard the ghost call and couldn't wait to repeat Ri Yan's words.

The crying woman, he had heard this strange talk, also existed in reality.

Xiao Li took an apple from the fruit basket. He didn't eat it. He threw it up and down in his hand. After hearing the ghost's call, he interrupted before the other party hung up: "Room 909 doesn't appear now, Riyan he It should be pulled to the different dimension when Room 909 is not in reality, can you locate his precise location?"

The ghost call was silent for a while, and then reluctantly said: "… OK."

Xiao Li said affectionately: "Being able to locate and make phone calls is both a Gaode map and China Mobile, Meiyou, how many surprises do you have that I don't know?"

Ghost call: "..."

Oops, misguided.

It just hangs up the phone.

Ten seconds later, a text message was sent to Xiao Li's mobile phone, the sender was "444444".

Only one sentence was written in the text message: [He is not dead, thirty seconds later, Room 909 will return to reality.]

Xiao Li stood up, he held the beautiful red apple between his index finger and thumb, and put it on the back of his hand like a basketball: "Let's go."

Except for Ye Zeqing, the reincarnators were still a little confused, they only vaguely knew that Moriarty had made a phone call and called Li Gui (… ), and then Li Gui called back, and they hesitated for a while and looked at each other. room, still followed.

As soon as he walked out of the door of Room 908, Xiao Li saw that the corridor that was originally the wall at the end was extended and transformed into a Room 909, followed by a burst of crying.

This cry is no longer the previous sobbing, but a loud howl, a heart-piercing cry, and the resentment contained in this cry is discolored.

A row of wet footprints appeared in the corridor, spreading from a distance into Room 909.

Xiao Li looked at the footprints for a while, and sighed, "This girl has big enough feet."

Ye Zeqing twitched the corner of his mouth: "... Now is not the time to say this? I sensed the aura of 'it'..."

"I think you are too nervous. Tell a joke to relax your mind." Xiao Li said.

Ye Zeqing didn't appreciate it: "...I didn't feel relaxed, thank you."

At this time, the crying woman had entered Room 909. The chair and TV that had been blocking the door had fallen to the ground under the force of her pushing the door, and the chair was pushed out half a meter.

Riyan was locked in the corner and shivering.

As early as the moment the door was pushed open, he had already closed his eyes.

He didn't dare to look directly at the crying female ghost walking towards him, how to shred his picture, but the other party wanted to torture him on purpose so that he could hear every footstep clearly.

However, when Ri Yan was almost desperate, he heard the footsteps of others outside the door - he clenched the selfie stick in his hand, opened his eyes a little, and observed the outside world.

The crying woman has entered the middle of room 909, and is still one meter away from the sun in the corner.

Xiao Li stood at the entrance of the room, raised a hand on the door frame, and said, "Don't cry, if there is something you can't say well, you have to cry?"

The crying woman covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shrugged from time to time with the sound of crying, she turned her head slowly and faced Xiao Li.

Xiao Li stood up straight, he stuffed the apple into his pocket, and replaced the small yellow book in his hand.

He just wrote the name of the ancient painting on it, and successfully summoned the singer Xiu Ji from reality.

The crying woman turned around and walked slowly towards Xiao Li. Her cries became more and more frightening, and swayed round and round, with its own reverberation, like a thousand ghosts crying in the wilderness in the middle of the night.

Others couldn't help covering their ears with their hands, trying to cut off the cry.

Xiao Li didn't move, he smiled at the crying woman and put a finger on his lips: "Silence, silence has come."

As soon as he finished speaking, an ancient painting hung in the air in front of him.

The peach tree in the painting is scorching, and the singer emerges from the painting.

...then the cry was muted with a push of a button.

The crying woman was speechless.

She became a woman who did not cry.

It happened suddenly, and even this crying woman, one of the city's weird stories, was stunned for a moment, and then she put down her hands that had been covering her face - but still no one could see her face, her head was lowered, her long hair almost She fell to the ground and let the singer block her mouth and continued to approach Xiao Li.

As she approached, the long hair of the crying woman quickly lengthened on the carpet, like a flexible black snake, it wrapped around Xiao Li's ankle.

Xiao Li looked down at his ankle, Tan Li's long hair stretched out from Xiao Li's pocket at the same moment, entangled with the other party's long hair.

Like two black snakes fighting each other.

Xiao Li reacted very quickly and drew a scalpel from his sleeve, and the blade reflected a little cold light.

"Take back your hair," he said to Tan Li.

The puppet didn't hesitate, Tan Li quickly retracted his long hair.

In the next second, Xiao Li bent down, and with a "click", he cut off the crying woman's long hair with a "click" with the scalpel that was sealing her throat with blood.

other people:"… … …"

other people:! ! !

The long hair that left the weeping woman fell to the ground as if it had lost its life, becoming a common broken hair in hair salons.

Taking advantage of the time before the crying woman could react, Xiao Li grabbed her remaining long hair once and for all, stepped forward, and slashed directly at her neck.

Crying Woman: ? ?

The long hair fell intermittently, like encountering a bad barber, and the interface was uneven, like being bitten by a dog.

The crying woman watched her knee-length hair break apart inch by inch, and eventually turned into short hair that could not cover her face—

Even though she was still affected by the silence, she squeezed out a roar from her throat: "...Aaaah!"

Even if you don't look at the expression, just listening to the voice, you can hear that this is the most painful roar of a crying woman.

Ye Zeqing didn't want to sense the other party's thoughts at first, but this time, even if he didn't take the initiative, because the crying woman's emotional fluctuations were too strong, he passed it on directly to him - he pressed his temples and translated: "She... She is in pain. Her long hair that is soft and straight, very offensive and defensive, her heart is aching, it's the kind of throbbing pain."

Xiao Li: "..."

He showed an innocent look: "She made the move first, I was just passively defending, you saw it."

The songstress hesitated for a moment, she touched her long hair with lingering fears, and retracted the sleeves that covered the crying woman's mouth.

The crying woman covered her face, and she cried even louder.

Xiao Li: "... It can still grow, right?"

Crying woman: "Woo."

Ye Zeqing translated simultaneously: "Have you ever seen a ghost with long hair?"

Xiao Li: "...cough."

And Hull, who witnessed everything, showed a bit of confusion. He murmured: "excuse me?"

How fat four? !

On the other side, in the corner of Room 909, Ri Yan stood up against the wall in disbelief.

Because of the long squatting, his feet were numb, but this did not prevent him from feeling a bit of joy in the desperate situation. At this time, in his eyes, Xiao Li had a soft light halo, and he wanted to run over to hug The other party, but the crying woman was still standing at the door of the room crying. He didn't dare to go there, so he could only stop in the room and convey his emotions to Xiao Li with his eyes.

The barrage in the live broadcast room is also rapidly swiping the screen:

[It turns out... this is the operation of the boss, 66666, there is such an operation JPG]

[Maybe my idea is wrong, I confess, but I actually feel that the length is not short enough, I am imagining the crying woman when her head is shaved...]

[Me too. Thinking of my childhood nightmare, Sadako Yamamura, if the hairstyle is a flat inch, then... it doesn't seem to be so scary.]

[Oops, this is the feeling of heartbeat. I am moved by Moriarty's father, not the wind, but me.]

[A horror movie becomes a comedy in one second, serving a cappuccino to the boss.]

The author has something to say: Crying woman: I cried so loudly tonight.