This feeling of insomnia because of a person is actually very subtle to Xiao Li.
He is the kind of person with a strong sense of territory, who likes to guard his own square inch, not letting outsiders in, and not going out himself, but now he has the illusion of being gradually invaded by Shen Mirage.
Xiao Li closed his eyes, and the picture that appeared in front of him was the figure of Shen Mizhi standing at the door of his house waiting for him when he returned from the Death Lab.
This picture merged with the way he had just met him downstairs, making Xiao Li unable to sleep peacefully.
The feeling of being cherished is indeed very warm. He has not experienced this kind of experience for a long time, but he has never been able to easily agree to a relationship.
Every relationship will have an end day, in order to avoid the end, so Xiao Li also doesn't like any beginning.
Unless... something lasts forever.
Xiao Li tried for another five minutes, and finally gave up the idea, got up from the bed, and was about to find something to do.
In the living room, a pitch-black microphone happened to be stuck in the soft cushion of the sofa, and every now and then a blood-red eye popped out of the barrel, turning to look around.
Xiao Li borrowed Pan Jiming's nail clippers to cut off the wire under the microphone, leaving only one end of wire.
Fu Zige has been stuck in the sofa like this for a long time, he can completely control the microphone to find a comfortable area, but the posture that only exposes the microphone makes it feel safe.
This ghost from reality looked at the ancient paintings hanging on the wall with fear, and then looked at the doll ornaments hanging in the vase. Before Tan Li looked at it, he moved his eyes in time and pretended to be nothing.
Xiao Li walked out of the bedroom. He couldn't find Fu Zige for a while. After searching for a while, he picked up the cushion and dug out the microphone stuck inside.
"Fu Zige," Xiao Li thought for a while before speaking, still addressing him that way, he pressed his temples, "Do you remember how you became like this?"
The microphone placed on the coffee table closed his eyes, probably out of love for his profession, it did not answer the question directly, but remained steadfast—
Xiao Li watched helplessly as the TV series in front of her house was suddenly opened. After opening it, it was not a TV series, but an MV:
"Forget", singer: Rainie Yang.
Xiao Li: "..."
Before the singer opened his voice, the little black cat had already jumped over, slapped his paw on the remote control, turned off the TV, and roared demonstratively, "Meow."
Xiao Huangben, who was sitting peacefully on the table, translated in real time: [New arrival, don't put strange things at home!]
The KTV ghost immediately persuaded. It closed its eyes and opened its mouth honestly. The voice coming from the head of the microphone was a man's smoky voice: "Forget it."
Losing the cover of the melody, this voice makes people suspect that it will cough violently in the next second.
Xiao Li: "What do you remember?"
Fu Zige said honestly, "It's itchy, it hurts, it's very comfortable, I don't feel it, and then...the chaos period of consciousness, I want to kill."
"But you didn't kill those guests." Xiao Li recalled Pan Jiming's words, the guests who discovered the KTV ghosts were not dead, otherwise his KTV would probably be temporarily closed.
Although Fu Zige's eyes were full of malice at that time, it didn't really do anything.
Fu Zige: "I thought about it at first, but I was afraid of attracting that kind of professional ghost hunter. Later, I wanted to watch them cry, make them terrified, and see how they were so frightened that they could not control their legs."
"So between when you died and when you became a ghost, you were unconscious?"
"I do not remember."
No matter what Xiao Li asked next, he repeated this sentence blankly.
Xiao Li no longer pursued this point. He changed his direction: "What is the symbol you drew on the mirror?"
"I saw it in the graffiti corner," Fu Zige said. It was talking faster and faster, and it became painful in the end. If it was a person, it should hug its head and cry, "I don't remember the others, I don't know. ."
There is nothing left to ask. It is obvious that Fu Zige's eyes started to itch after he went to the graffiti corner. Some kind of force instigated him to dig out his eyes and died on the spot. A year later, due to Some changes have turned into ghosts.
Since this is a reality, Fu Zige may not be blessed by the dungeon rules, and Fu Zige is much weaker than the dungeon ghost.
Xiao Li sorted out the cause and effect of the incident in his mind, picked up the microphone, stuffed it back again, and thoughtfully left a slit for it to be observed.
At this moment, Fu Zige suddenly turned to Xiao Li with his eyes: "Moriarty, can I ask a question?"
It heard that Pan Jiming called Xiao Li so, so it followed him.
Xiao Li: "You said."
"These beings similar to me..." The microphone thief lowered his voice and asked in a low voice, "How did you find it?"
Are they as persuaded as it is
But look at the doll's savage eyes, the vicious cat's fierce look, the chin that looks down on everything in the painting, and the light bulb full of evil light, it's not as weak and harmless as it is.
Xiao Li: "If you meet in another world, you will go too."
The weak and harmless KTV ghost stammered and asked: "I... I will go too? Why, how? Are all the same kind in that world like your ghosts?"
… so cowardly.
This was the first time Xiao Li had seen such a cowardly ghost.
"You'll know when the time comes." Xiao Li coaxed it perfunctorily, and turned off its microphone button manually, "Okay, you can rest for a while."
Fu Zige: "Wait, there's another question."
Xiao Li gestured for it to ask with his eyes.
Fu Zige: "The man you just met downstairs—"
who is it? Feeling power is completely different from other ghosts.
It didn't say the whole question, it was interrupted by Xiao Huangben's sudden vibration.
Xiao Huang Ben Wufeng automatically floated in front of Xiao Li, flipping the pages of the book, and finally stopped on the middle page.
At the same time, a piece of paper floated from the sky, Xiao Li stretched out his hand and happened to fall into his hand.
It was a foreign bank remittance slip. The amount was crossed out by a line of ballpoint pen marks. In the remarks column, a sentence was written in beautifully printed squiggles:
[Mr. Writer, please, for my exclusive report.]
Thirty seconds after Xiao Li saw this line of writing, a familiar sense of rotation hit him. He saw the microphone in front of him, the puppets, etc. all returned to the small yellow book, and the next moment, he entered the copy again.
Before disappearing, Xiao Li only had one thought:
...he hasn't slept yet!
This dungeon world is surrounded by continuous snow-capped mountains. Xiao Li's field of vision saw the interior of a certain helicopter, and there was snow in front of him.
The helicopter seemed to have encountered some kind of difficulty. It swayed violently up and down, the door was wide open, and a violent gust of wind blew in.
The helicopter pilot was screaming something in French, waving his arms desperately towards the door, and then he took the lead and jumped first with a parachute on his back.
Then the vision changed to the whole of the snow-capped mountains, which were one after another vast mountain peaks, as if they were straight into the sky, the sculptures made of ice and snow were like the gift of gods, and the snow-capped mountains under the sky were majestic and majestic, as if they were made of ice velvet flowers that covered the sky.
After this visual, there was a wave of shaking, and then Xiao Li stood firm on the ground.
This nearby area seems to be at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. Although it is also very cold, it is not covered by ice and snow, which is still acceptable.
The little yellow book in front of him said: [Remaining safe time: ten minutes.]
[Inheritance from generation to generation, adventure after adventure, what is hidden in the dark and ready to move? This is Atlantis, this is the lost town of Stillan, people outside want to go in, people inside... Do they want to go out, or can't they go out? Be careful, someone's watching here, and they're watching you too—wait, maybe I should correct what I just said, because... it's not human beings who are watching here.]
[This mission: Die, or... Go in, peep, dig, escape, until you find a hidden way to survive.]
[Tips: This task is a special task, please choose carefully.]
[Restrictions on this mission: You are not allowed to leave the area of Stilland Mystery Town. Anyone who takes a step will be treated as a violation of the mission. Believe me, the consequences of violation are more terrible than death.]
[Small suggestion: Before the safety time expires, you need to enter the lost town of Stillan, otherwise you will be obliterated.]
Xiao Li looked forward, the road ahead was shrouded in a hazy fog, and he couldn't see clearly, only the road under his feet spread to the front, and he didn't know whether the so-called Stillan Lost Town was at the end of this path. .
Xiao Li, who had stayed up almost all night, had a tired look on his face. He put away the little yellow book, looked down, and found that when he came to this dungeon world, the nightgown on his body had been replaced with a medieval one. Black cloak.
The long cloak wrapped him up, obviously he couldn't see anything, but inexplicably there was a sense of mystery like a medieval nobleman. The hair in front of the boy's forehead drooped slightly, and under the dim light, the pair of pure black eyes lining it was deeper than the night, and there was a hint of tiredness between the delicate eyebrows.
Xiao Li raised his eyebrows, covered his mouth with his hand and yawned, observing his companion this time.
There were seven people in total, two of whom he knew, but they were not Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing—this is also very strange, they clearly signed the team symbol, but this time they were not pulled into the dungeon together, Xiao Li guessed maybe it was because it was a special copy.
As for the two reincarnators he knew, one of them was Shen Mizhi, the culprit who caused his insomnia. The young man stood beside him, lowered his eyes and smiled at him.
He is obviously nothing but an ordinary black suit, which looks like a high-end outfit on him. The young and handsome face has no expression, but there is an indescribable attraction in the indifference. With the background, it seems to be hidden and hidden. Ancient blood race among humans.
In addition to Shen Mizhi, another person he knew was also standing not far from him. That person was wearing a purple suit and a tie of the same color. He looked a bit like a clown. He was obviously a frivolous color, but his The aura can suppress it, making people feel calm.
This samsara who looked very different from ordinary people was none other than Wang Huai who had met on the supernatural train before.
I vaguely remember that he seemed to be very powerful.
If you don't want to move your mind, leave it to him before you can sleep.
After experiencing the bumps in his vision, Xiao Li felt sleepy rising. He forced himself to raise his eyes and greeted Wang Huai in the distance, "Old Wang, we meet again."
Wang Huai, who was observing the lineup from afar: "..."
He didn't want to admit that he was calling him at all.