The "Escape!!!" in the Mirror of Ouroboros shone with a very eye-catching light, and with the hint of the old man's eyes, it entered the eyes of the others.
Xiao Li, who looked puzzled:? ?
Isn't he making a peaceful deal with the other side? escape what? !
Opposite the fortune-teller who thought he would see some earth-shattering prophecy: "..."
The corners of her red-colored mouth were twitching violently.
Run away
The Mirror of Ouroboros is an artifact that all fortune-tellers dream of, and now, it doesn't even have a prophecy picture, it just blatantly reminds her to escape
At this time, the fortune-teller looked at Xiao Li again, only to feel that the figure of the other party suddenly became mysterious and unpredictable, and even the old man sitting in the coffin with him became a kind elder who was held hostage by evil humans. Advise yourself at great risk.
Prophecy is the direction of fortune-telling. To some extent, they come from the same source. Although she and the old man had never met, at this moment, the fortune-teller chose to trust each other.
Quickly, she put the crystal ball in front of her into her pocket, and she had an old bone all over her body with agility that didn't match her body.
However, before she was about to step over the threshold, the hair that stretched out from Xiao Li's pocket had been hovering on the ground for a long time.
The doll was prepared in advance, and the jet-black hair had already sneaked into the darkness while the fortuneteller's attention was focused on the coffin and mirror in front of him. One slap, let her fall directly on the horse.
"Ouch, ouch—"
The fortune teller only felt that all the bones in her body were torn apart. Fortunately, she protected her face in time when she fell, so that her face was not damaged, but her shoulder was miserable. She grinned from the ground. Barely got up.
Failed to escape.
Before his heart hurts his body, the fortune teller looked back at Xiao Li in panic.
Xiao Li: "...Although I don't know why it wants you to run away, running away is considered a default failure."
The fortune-teller half gave up and sat back on the chair. The usually comfortable rattan chair made her feel that it was not soft enough. She said hoarsely, "Do you still need clues?"
The other party can completely use the Mirror of Prophecy, and does he still need her to give clues
Xiao Li knew what she was thinking when she looked at the coffin ghost, and he simply said, "There are restrictions."
The words he engraved only made a little connection between him and the coffin of Ouroboros, but it was not enough for him to break through the restrictions of the dungeon rules to predict those important clues. The dungeon clues can only be found from obtained in this world.
The fortune-teller was nervous, and she didn't intend to default on her debt, so she took out the crystal ball in her arms.
After the fall just now, this crystal ball is considered to be of good quality, without any broken places, and it is still so round and shiny.
The fortune-teller stroked the crystal ball with both hands, his eyes gradually became misty, and he entered the realm of psychic.
"When the first ray of light dispelled the darkness, the crown of the Sphinx fell to the ground, and the shadow was dispelled to the Promised Land, the coordinates of the Temple of Records."
When she spoke, her voice was somewhat ethereal, echoing in the room.
Xiao Li wrote down these words, the puppet retracted his hair, and lay back at the bottom of his pocket.
Seeing this, the fortune-teller withdrew his hand, and asked nervously for some reason, "Can I go now?"
After Xiao Li nodded, she grabbed the crystal ball without looking back and ran out.
Only the coffin ghost next to Xiao Li was left, and his heart was full of mixed feelings. In addition to a little comfort for the younger generation to escape, in those old eyes, there was more of a sense of grief—
Why do you think Sherlock is so rude to it, and actually just made a deal to this junior? !
It couldn't think of this differential treatment, and it didn't plan to ask Xiao Li. As soon as it lay down in the coffin, it planned to go back.
But before the coffin board was closed, Xiao Li held it down with one hand, looking at the coffin ghost with a rare hesitation in his black eyes: "You..."
Coffin Ghost Panic: ? ?
It grabbed its own little mirror.
Xiao Li seemed to be caught in some kind of tangled emotion. He asked softly, "The Mirror of Prophecy, can you see eternity?"
The coffin ghost didn't seem to understand the question, and looked at each other with a mirror.
Xiao Li: "I can see..."
Having said that, he raised his head and pressed his forehead, and laughed as if he had said something absurd.
"It's okay, you can go back."
The coffin ghost shook his head, closed the coffin board for himself suspiciously, and disappeared into the room.
Xiao Li was left alone in the room.
He doesn't believe in prophecy, but just now he had an urge to use the mirror of Ouroboros to see eternity. If there is a mirage, then...
Gee, forget it.
no if.
Losing the power of the fortune teller, the wall at the end of the path has disappeared, returning to the way Xiao Li was when he came.
The clue she left behind refers to the time of sunrise. The current time has already passed, and we can only wait for tomorrow. Therefore, Xiao Li is in a hurry and prepares to continue to take a tour of the town.
Except for time, what does the crown of the Sphinx refer to
The first thing Xiao Li thought of was the temple in his dream, but it belonged to the sea and the dream.
He stopped for a moment at the end of the road, then turned and went to the other side.
…
When it was close to noon, Xiao Li returned to the small house.
The reincarnators inside had rented a house that was a fifteen-minute walk away, and informed Xu Jiaheng. Of course, they made up an excuse.
However, Xu Jiaheng had already developed a sense of distrust towards them, and insisted on living at the same table as him. Wen Wenwen stopped several times to no avail. He was very insistent, and finally had to agree after several discussions.
So when Xiao Li came back, Xu Jiaheng was no longer in the house.
Shen Mizhi leaned against the door frame: "Are you back?"
Xiao Li: "Yeah."
For some reason, he always felt that this kind of conversation happened more often, it was a bit like a couple squatting at home, waiting for the other party to come home, and he was even a little used to this kind of existence.
The others circled around the table, and Wen Wenwen immediately waved when he saw him: "Sherlock, come here, look at this."
Xiao Li walked in and found that it was a short clipped video.
"Pharaoh gave it." Wen Wenwen said, "It's a prop left by Hetian before, look at this."
It was in the early hours of the morning, facing the picture in the living room. He clicked to play, and the picture began to change.
… although for the first ten seconds, there was no movement.
In the video, Xu Jiaheng was lying on the sofa and didn't move for more than ten seconds, only his chest twitched slightly, then he rolled over and the quilt fell to the ground.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly frowned and stood up while holding his stomach. It seemed that he had to go to the toilet with a stomachache, but the direction he was walking was not the toilet on the first floor, but the upstairs on the second floor.
He disappeared around the corner, and the picture in the living room fell silent again. Two minutes later, Xu Jiaheng rubbed his stomach, got down from the upstairs, and fell back on the sofa. He didn't have time to pick up the quilt, so he fell asleep again.
Recording stops.
Jin Handong said: "Although the time of Hetian's death cannot be confirmed, we all feel that it has something to do with Xu Jiaheng."
"There is a toilet on the first floor, but he has to go to the second floor. Secondly, he is the only one who has gone upstairs, and the time when he meets the figure with the cut-throat is also very strange." She added in one breath.
Xiao Li stared at the screen, stretched out his hand and rewinded it to read it again, and then put his finger on Xu Jiaheng's face: "Could it be... sleepwalking?"
"Sleepwalking?" Kesia asked. "Why sleepwalking?"
Xiao Li: "I just feel like, did you dream about anything last night?"
Jin Handong: "Yes, I dreamed of the scene where we were engulfed by fire in the cinema that day."
Wen Wenwen: "No, I slept quite deeply."
"I dreamed of the cut-throat figure, and it was very close to me, looking at me, palms sideways, and gestured at me to cut the throat." Kesia said, "But I think that was before it gave I was so impressed that I thought about it every day and dreamed at night."
"… "
Everyone's dream is different, Xiao Li listened carefully to everyone, and said his own at the same time.
Seeing this, Wen Wenwen asked Xiao Li, "What's the progress on your side? What did Xu Ma say?"
He rubbed his hands together, looking forward to Sherlock, who was said to always find something new in the forum.
Xiao Li pondered for a moment: "She admitted her weirdness and said that Xu Jiaheng broke the rules, so she must look at him, and at the same time look at us."
Wen Wenwen was surprised: "She admitted it?!"
This was something he didn't expect, and he thought that Mother Xu would never admit it to outsiders.
Xiao Li: "Yeah."
"and then?"
Xiao Li: "She doesn't seem to be very good at expressing herself. I laughed at her vocabulary and the director's script."
Wen Wenwen: ? ?
Don't normal people just run away when they ask something
And... ghosts don't need professional knowledge, right? ! Does Sherlock want a ghost to study directing or Chinese? !
Ghosts cry! I will cry at the end of the term at the pile of homework!
Xiao Li: "Afterwards, I wandered around casually and saw a fortune-telling shop. I was invited in as a guest, made a deal with her, and got some clues. I'll check it tomorrow."
Wen Wenwen knew that this would make him regret, but he couldn't help but wanted to know the specific transaction details...
Xiao Li didn't plan to say it at first, but Wen Wenwen asked again before he said it, and got a complicated look from the other party.
Wen Wenwen then glanced at the others left and right, lowered his voice, and said in Xiao Li's ear: "One message for another, tell you, when you were away, we watched the entire video just now, in order to prevent If there are any omissions, take it very seriously.”
Xiao Li didn't realize it, "So?"
Wen Wenwen looked at him full of gossip: "So we see, you went upstairs in the middle of the night, and combined with the knock on the door last night, I know you went to see Lao Wang, and the night meeting is next door to Lao Wang."
Xiao Li: "..."
He just went to ask Wang Huai a question, why is such a pure thing being said by Wen Wenwen in a strange way.
"Also, after you stayed for a while, you covered Xu Jiaheng with a quilt, and then Shen Mizhi pulled him into his room, and only came out after a while, with his hands on the back of his neck when he came out, his hair was messy, and his clothes were not neat. , as expected of the palace."
"We guessed for a while what you were doing in the house, guess what."
The smile on his face brought a bit of squeamishness that he could finally be temporarily relieved from fear, and sighed: "Your circle is really messed up."
Xiao Li: "..."
mess up your head!