[Lili: You don't need to change your vest, why didn't you tell me? And I also chatted with other evil spirits about Moriarty's gossip, and stepped on Moriarty with Sherlock!]
[Li Li takes Sherlock's fan membership by herself, and weeps.]
[Recalling what Hercule said to the phone ghost, "Meiyou, how many surprises do you have that I don't know about?", now Meiyou can also call him: "Man, how many vests do you have that I don't know about? "]
[Laughing to death, tit for tat, there will be gains and losses, Meiyou, if you can read this post, please help me to say something nice in front of the boss.]
[Life is really full of wonders. Ghost calls were originally the type of copy that I was most afraid of. When I watched the witnesses describe the experience before Moriarty's arrival, I shivered, but who would have thought that I would be affectionately calling ghosts now It's called Meiyu.]
[Meiyou is awesome, can navigate up and find people down, and is easy to carry. It is a qualified tool ghost.]
[Our crying sister also has a name, crying sister: I originally wanted to find Sherlock and Hercules for help remotely, but now... Will my hair never be able to take revenge?]
[Hercule: It's all my own people, it's all weird talk, what's the difference between you and me? Besides, didn't I give you a haircut?]
[Ghost: ? ? ? What the hell do you fucking geeks take me for?]
[Cold, shaking, crying, can this world get better, it is too cruel to us ghosts!]
[Hey, it’s still fun to read posts about big bosses, the building next door makes me shiver.]
[next door? What building?]
[I know, it's the one who said that there are often ghosts in the real world recently... ? In the past, although we reincarnators often went to ghost dungeons, it was very safe in reality, but recently, haunted legends have occurred frequently around the world. Some people have organized a special building to come out, and I have also climbed.]
Seeing this, Zheng Yi finally closed his grinning mouth.
Looking at the jargon, he suddenly thought of the mysterious bus that the lower-grade classmate Qi Ning had discovered before, and his whole body shivered.
Zheng Yi hurriedly exited this post, went to the special building mentioned by the people in the building, and watched it intently.
Seeing this, it was a whole day, Zheng Yi was so absorbed that he didn't even eat much lunch, and even Xiao Li gave him one more look, but he still didn't ask.
In the end, Zheng Yi didn't hold back, and took the initiative to share it with Xiao Li when school was about to end.
Xiao Li used Xiaohuangben to click on the link. This post is full of stories of ghosts and ghosts experienced by non-reincarnations. For example, the first floor is about an office worker who worked overtime on Friday and came home late at night. On the seventh floor, you have to take the elevator home every day.
Because it was too late, he was the only one in the elevator, but the moment he stepped into the elevator, the elevator suddenly issued an overweight warning.
The office worker was frightened to death at the time, and immediately withdrew, watching the elevator door closed with no one, and then slowly ascending, finally stopped on the tenth floor, and descended again.
When the elevator opened again on the first floor, it was still empty.
But the office worker didn't press the button again at all.
He was startled at the time, his legs were weak, and he didn't dare to go home at all. He went directly to a friend's house to stay for one night. Afterwards, he posted the incident on Weibo, and was seen by a reincarnator and brought over.
Xiao Li roughly scrolled down. There are many such personal experiences in this building, plus speculations from the reincarnators.
Zheng Yi said on the side: "This is the same as I used to read ghost stories. It's really scary. I hope I don't encounter it. Recently, I don't dare to walk at night."
Xiao Li watched a few of the most iconic events, and thoughtfully closed the little yellow book.
"Xiao Li, if one day, I meet a ghost, can I... Can I move to your house?" Zheng Yi looked at him pitifully, "Or you can come and live in my house, and I can also bring Shen Mirage. Don't mind, I'll be a cow and a horse for you, and it will disappear automatically at night."
Xiao Li: "..."
Why does Zheng Yi always mention Shen Mizhi
His thoughts drifted to that day again, leaving aside the headache after the hangover, he actually slept very well, at least he was more at ease than all his previous sleep, as if he had some guarantee that he could have Fall asleep with a sense of security.
Xiao Li sat in front of the desk and was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and started writing his homework.
After that, the rest time between dungeon tasks became a bit long, until that night, Xiao Li received a call from Ye Zeqing.
"Xia... No, Mo..." Ye Zeqing's tone was hurried, but at first he was stuck on the name of Xiao Li, "Forget it, I'll call you Moriarty, I'm more used to it."
Xiao Li heard something wrong with his tone and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Ye Zeqing is different from Zheng Yi. Zheng Yi is dependent on him. He likes to share trivial matters with him, but Ye Zeqing prefers to solve it by himself. There is a Ye family behind Zeqing.
"Moriarty, do you know that there have been a lot of terrorist incidents in the real world recently?"
"Well." Xiao Li said, "Zheng Yi shared it with me."
Ye Zeqing: "I've been busy with this recently when I'm out of town. The Ye family's work is several times more than before. I can't go back for the time being. Are you free now?"
Xiao Li heard a noisy conversation on the opposite side of the receiver: "It's quite free, just speak up if you have something to do."
"Yes... It's like this," Ye Zeqing took a deep breath, "I have a friend in reality, not a reincarnator, his family runs a KTV, a private boss, right near your house, he... he I want to invite you to sing a song."
Xiao Li: "...Huh?"
The last sentence of God's turning point
"...help him by the way." Ye Zeqing coughed, "his KTV is haunted recently, and many all-night guests said they would hit ghosts in the early morning. I should have gone to help him, but I was out of town and he Another good friend of mine, so I thought... see if you have time."
"Of course I'm not asking you to help in vain, he will pay you, at least you will sing there for free in the future, and there will be additional fees. Maybe you don't care about money, you can ask for anything you want, and I will help you with it. He said, what do you think?"
If he simply asked him to sing, then Xiao Li would definitely not go, but since it was related to the supernatural incident, the enthusiastic citizen Xiao Li did not hesitate to answer after thinking for a while: "There is no need for the reward, help me open a room, um, give My address and contact information, I'll be there right away."
Ye Zeqing breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, okay, trouble, I'll tell him now."
He hung up the phone, and quickly sent Xiao Li the boss's cell phone number, name and address, with a paragraph: [I have already told him that his name is Pan Jiming, you can just go over there.]
Xiao Li circled around the house, picked up the schoolbag that was thrown on the floor after returning home, took out all the textbooks inside, then took off the ghost painting, grabbed the little black cat by the neck, and put the cat on the ground. into the bag, leaving a seam for it.
The little black cat tucked its tail and turned over in the schoolbag.
"Just in time to take you out to relax." Xiao Li put on his schoolbag and waved to the puppet, "Tan Li, you girls should like to sing quite a bit, right?"
Tan Li is a good young ghost. He is always addicted to the post-retirement activities of middle-aged people like gardening flowers. Xiao Li really wants to give her some extra hobbies. This time is a good opportunity. He has never brought her Tan Li came out to play.
Tan Li raised his head from among the flowers, and got into Xiao Li's right pocket in confusion.
"And Zhou Ying, children should also look like children. They can't play mobile games all the time. Singing and singing is good." Xiao Li knocked on the phone and took the lamp that has been on the table for healing. ghost.
After everything was ready, Xiao Li dragged his family and headed towards the address given by Ye Zeqing.
This KTV is really not far from Xiao Li's house, and it is only a fifteen-minute walk away. The signboard composed of five-color neon lights is particularly eye-catching in the dark night.
A middle-aged man with a sad face was pacing back and forth at the KTV gate. Except for him, there were no other guests entering or leaving the gate.
The middle-aged man saw Xiao Li walking towards this side, and looked him up and down suspiciously: "Master Moriarty?"
It's not his fault, Xiao Li was wearing a school uniform outside, with a black schoolbag behind his back, his black hair draped over his forehead smoothly, he looked like a well-behaved top student, it really didn't fit Ye Zeqing's mouth." The title of the strongest king in the ghost world".
Xiao Li: "Pan Jiming?"
"Yes, yes, it's me," Pan Jiming's expression was a little skeptical, but based on his trust in the Ye family behind Ye Zeqing, he forced a smile, "Master Moriarty, please come with me."
The interior decoration of this KTV is very luxurious, more splendid than some chain song towns. It should be bustling on weekdays, but at the moment it is extraordinarily quiet. Only the footsteps of Pan Jiming's leather shoes echo on the tile-paved corridor.
Xiao Li looked left and right at the private rooms: "No guests?"
"After that incident, I closed the shop. After all, if something happens to the people who come here, I guess my shop won't be able to open." Pan Jiming said nervously, "That's right, this shop is open. For a few years, there has been no accident until last week, and some guests who came to me for an overnight reservation reported that they heard footsteps lingering outside the box door."
"They thought it was a waiter at first, and some people found it annoying, so they opened the door and wanted to tell the waiter not to go back and forth, but when they opened the door, they found that there was no one outside the door..."
Pan Jiming's voice revealed bitterness: "The guest in that box didn't think much about it at first, just thought it was the echo that amplified the footsteps of the waiter, or that the waiter entered other boxes, but as soon as he closed the door, the footsteps stopped. It rang again."
"Not only that, but at first the footsteps were walking back and forth after two meters away from the door, and then gradually reduced to one meter. In the end, it was like a person jumping in place at the door of the box."