MTL - I Wasn’t Born Lucky-Chapter 188

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With the support of Pan Jiming so hard, KTV ghost Fu Zige seems to recall the years in the bar in the past. At that time, except for the friends who came specifically for him, few guests came to drink, or almost never did for him. Cheering.

On the empty stage, the figure of a man appeared illusory.

It was a translucent shadow, with a slender figure, a melancholy face, and a little stubble on his chin. It was a lonely man. The most striking thing was his eyes.

It's not so obvious when I look through the cracks in the door, but now my whole body looks very "flexible".

The KTV ghost’s eye sockets are like a black hole. The two blood-red eyeballs are inlaid in the eye sockets like some kind of decoration, and they will flexibly jump up and down from time to time.

Pan Jiming let himself go: "Encore, Encore, one more song!"

The KTV ghost gently stroked the microphone in front of him with one hand, held it in the palm of his hand, and began to sing to it: "Will you ever remember me at that time, and memories of refusing to pass..."

The melody is low, it sounds like a man recalling the past, full of nostalgia.

"Okay, nice!" Pan Jiming looked left and right, took up half of the chair leg from the ground, and waved it up and down like a light stick. Until the end of the song, he licked his thirsty mouth unconsciously.

Xiao Li used his cell phone to record two songs sung by KTV ghosts, waiting for the other party's next song.

However, this time the KTV ghost didn't seem to plan to sing anymore. It stood in front of the microphone for a long time, put its forehead against the microphone, and bowed its head deeply.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Li walked over, stood under the stage, looked at it, and asked tentatively: "Do you want to go with me?"

In reality, in such situations, one can only hit the ghost to the point of dispersal, or use some kind of curse to restrain it, otherwise the ghost can easily gain power by killing people.

If Xiao Li doesn't care about it, there will be other existences similar to the Ye family coming.

Fu Zige didn't raise his head, his body was gradually dissipating, turning into a thousand strands of smoke, and finally being sucked into the microphone in front of him.

A blood-colored eye suddenly appeared on the dark microphone. It turned around flexibly, looked for the direction, and jumped from the shelf, seemingly intending to jump directly into Xiao Li's arms.

But before it touched Xiao Li, a golden thread stretched out from Xiao Li’s schoolbag. It came from a small yellow book at the bottom of the box. This thread wrapped around the black microphone and pulled it out. In the bag.

Xiao Li touched the bag and found that the microphone parasitized by the KTV ghost was not in it. He guessed that it was taken in by Xiao Huangben like the previous Tan Li.

That’s fine, otherwise, if there are more companions, he will take up space. He can’t hold a microphone in one hand, hide a puppet in his pocket, and run around with a light bulb. Now that it can enter the yellow book, then Just wait to go back and ask questions slowly.

With the disappearance of the KTV ghost, the coldness and silence in the bar have also returned.

Xiao Li carried his schoolbag on one shoulder, and the Lantern Ghost jumped back automatically and said to Pan Jiming before leaving, "It's okay."

Pan Jiming saw it really. He thought it was Xiao Li who used some magical weapon to accept the ghost so that he could slowly teach him. He followed Xiao Li respectfully and said: "Master Moriarty, thank you. Why don't we have a meal, thank you? I will pull Ye Zeqing again."

Xiao Li inexplicably thought of an untimely sentence: middle-aged men solve many things at the dinner table.

Xiao Li shook his head: "No need."

"And the honorarium promised you before—"

"No more."

"That...then this, you must accept it," Pan Jiming took out his wallet and took out a gold card from it. "This is our KTV VIP card, free for life, and can enjoy the highest grade diamonds. Card treatment! Don't refuse, we can be regarded as innocent and strangers. If you don't accept it, you look down on me!"

He didn't accept the posture of not letting go, Xiao Li didn't bother to play the "no, no, no, no, yes" game with him, so he just took it and stuffed it in his pocket.

The two of them got out of the bar door, and Xiao Li looked back and put the seal back on.

"I'll take you back, where do you live?" Pan Jiming opened the door of the car as he said, "Or if it is not convenient, I will open a room for you near here. I know a hotel owner——"

Xiao Li: "I want to go back."

The previous sleepiness and tiredness have disappeared without a trace. He was thinking about what caused Fu Zige's itchy eyes, is it really some kind of disease? And that symbol...

It's not too far from his home here, and if he walks within the range he can accept, the night wind is more suitable for him to think.

"Huh? This..." Pan Jiming couldn't stop him at all, and Xiao Li could not see clearly following the roadside.

They didn't have a long time in the bar. It was late at night, when the sky was the darkest, and when the city was the quietest. Everything seemed to have been pressed and only Xiao Li was moving.

There were no loud voices, no birds called cicadas, only occasional cars whizzing past.

Xiao Li wandered all the way to the entrance of his own community. At this point in time, even the guard was asleep. He entered the community familiarly, bypassing the several buildings in front, and came to the downstairs of his own home. He felt like feeling. What happened, looked up at the past.

A car was parked just ahead, and a young man stood in front of him.

The young man's sleeve was pulled to his elbow, and the button was opened to the second one. His slightly longer hair covered his eyes. His face was handsome and powerful, his eyes were thin, as if he was in two worlds with his surroundings.

He was standing downstairs of Xiao Li's house, leaning on the Maybach behind his back, and looking up at a window upstairs.

Looking at this height, it is Xiao Li's room.

Xiao Li walked over and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Shen Mirage?"

The young man paused, stood upright, turned his head, his gaze fell between his eyebrows, and said lowly: "Yeah."

Xiao Li walked a few steps forward, came to Shen Mirage, and glanced down at the pointer on the watch: "Are you coming to me at this time?"

What is the urgent matter? Afraid it is not the reality that is about to collapse

"I didn't come to you, I just want to see you." Shen Mirage curled his lips, the indifference in his eyes melted by another emotion, "I have been away from you for too long, I want to see if you are good."

Xiao Li repeated: "...Look at me? Downstairs?"

And... too long? From the day he was drunk, it took less than a week to complete his calculations.

Shen Mirage pursed his lower lip, and said in a bit of trouble, "I just want to be closer to you."

So I just came back to reality unconsciously and came here.

The youth's gaze crossed Xiao Li, fell on the bag he was carrying, and paused for a moment: "How come back?"

The little black cat squatted quietly in the bag, with both ears bent to the sides, pretending to be absent.

Xiao Li said simply and honestly: "Go and help someone deal with it, um, haunting things."

"You can call me wherever you need it, I hope you call me." Shen Mirage opened his hand at him, and before Xiao Li could react, he gave him a very light hug, "And... Seeing this For the sake of I'm still there, let me give you a hug."

Not only was it a hug, Shen Mirzhi held the person in his arms with one hand, lowered his head, and a soft kiss landed on his slender neck.

He could hardly control his desire to continue to peck and kiss, but finally managed to restrain himself.

The kiss was so light that Xiao Li barely noticed it, and it was more like a slight touch of a butterfly's wings than a kiss.

He clutched the piece of skin he had just kissed, looked at Shen Mirage for a while, then suddenly asked: "Where have you been?"

Shen Mirage never thought that he would ask this on his own initiative. He bent his eyes: "Hometown."

Xiao Li guessed that he might have gone to a place abroad. After all, this guy looked like a rich man. It should be fine with his current appearance, so he let go of his hand and let the night wind take away the rising temperature. : "Go back early and rest."

"……Ok."

Shen Mirage leaned on the car, watched his gradual back view, pressed the tip of his tongue against his posterior molars, for a long time, shook his head and sighed in a low voice.

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Xiao Li went upstairs all the way, opened the door, turned on the light, and put down the bag on his shoulder.

From the inside, the little black cat hooked the zipper with his paws, ran out by himself, ran into the litter box, and began to solve the old night urine.

It was past three o'clock in the morning. Xiao Li didn't plan to spend the night. He was going to simply take a shower and go to bed, leaving the rest to tomorrow.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Li walked out in a bathrobe, bent over and picked up the shovel on the side, scooped the urine block for the little black cat, put the urine block in a plastic bag, and threw it into the trash can.

After finishing all this, Xiao Li hesitated for a moment, then opened the curtains in the room and looked down.

The place where the car originally parked was vacant, and Shen Mirzhi was no longer downstairs.

Xiao Li closed the curtains, wiped off the water dripping down his cheeks, put the bath towel on the hanger, and closed his eyes on the bed.

Ten minutes later, he opened his eyes again and looked at the ceiling above his head.

Can't sleep.

In fact, after walking so many roads, plus late at night, when Xiao Li lay down now, he felt exhaustion from everywhere in his body, calling for sleep, but when he closed his eyes again, his consciousness was clear. .

This situation is not uncommon for him, because the excitement of the spirit is greater than the exhaustion of the body. But what is strange is that after closing his eyes, what he thought of was not a copy, not a clue, not the foreign mystery novel that he hadn't read before going to bed, but the sentence of Shen Mirage.

"I just want to get closer to you."

"I just want to see you."

...Even if only through the window?

Xiao Li turned over, bent his back, and buried his face deeper in the soft quilt.

Then he turned over again.

In the sky, the birdsong sounded one after another. When the first rays of dawn spilled in through the curtains, Xiao Li finally admitted a fact:

He has insomnia.

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