MTL - I Wasn’t Born Lucky-Chapter 191

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The dumbfoundedness in Shen Mizhi's expression was fleeting, he lowered his eyes slightly, and then smiled as if nothing happened: "What happened to me last night?"

As soon as Xiao Li spoke out, he didn't feel anything wrong at the beginning, but after looking at the eyes of Wen Wenwen and others, he quickly reacted for a moment. He turned around and said without changing his face, "Nothing."

Shen Mirage's mood became very good in an instant. He moved closer, looked at Xiao Li at a slightly ambiguous but not too far-reaching distance, and asked lowly: "Could it be that you dreamed of me? "

"You didn't hear what I said before?" Xiao Li was a little uncomfortable at such a distance, and turned his head slightly, "I didn't sleep, let alone dreaming."

Shen Mirage raised his eyebrows slightly, but he refused to stop there: "Then how did I make you unable to sleep?"

He spoke under his voice, especially the last few words, almost like a whisper in his ear.

Xiao Li: "..."

He has nothing to say for a while, can't he always say that he wants to sleep in a mirage? This sounded more ambiguous than before.

Xiao Li sighed and covered his face with his hands: "...I'm going to sleep, you are free."

He turned around and fled from the scene. Behind him, Shen Mirage raised his lips happily and followed with almost no hesitation.

And the remaining Wen Wenwen's facial features were wrinkled together, and after looking at the place for a long time, he felt like a single dog with a fragrance all over his body, watching a pair of big men show affection, but...

This is really the wrong place at the wrong time!

He wailed very sadly in his heart, and asked Wang Huai with his head sideways: "Old Wang, how do you say, follow or separate? I listen to you."

"Follow, how do you want to go to sleep together?" Wang Huai looked at him and sneered.

Sleeping together in the dungeon world is not uncommon. There are some particularly dangerous haunted places. For the sake of safety, many reincarnations will sleep together and sleep in clothes for easy escape. But when Wang Huai said that, it seemed to be very lewd. .Chaos.

Wen Wenwen coughed: "Then we still continue to explore? Will it be a bit dangerous?"

He is known for his prudent behavior and never does anything with a high risk factor.

Sherlock's deeds on the forum are so famous that it is obviously unwise to break away from such bigwigs.

However, Kesiah smiled and said in English slowly: "Since Sherlock wants us to act separately, let's act separately. The first period of time is a good opportunity to find news."

"Divided into two ways, one way to check the specific area of ​​the town, the other way disguised as a traveler inquiring about the little boy in the opening CG." Wang Huai lowered his head and stroked his skull ring, and said absently, "You are free to form a team. "

"I want to check the specific scope, how about you?" Wen Wenwen asked.

Wang Huai: "I'll go to see the hotel Sherlock chose, and then we will book a room for you who come back, first come first served."

Wen Wenwen: "..."

If he didn't know Wang Huai's character, he would definitely think he was paddling deliberately.

Because of this, he did not try to persuade the opponent to join the team looking for information, but waved his hand: "Okay, let's go."

It is not surprising that Sherlock acts like this, and Wang Huai, as a boss, actually has a certain degree of privilege.

The rest of the Samsaras looked at each other, but did not protest. Hetian and Jin Handong chose to search for the little boy's trail, while the others went to survey the area of ​​the town.

This small town seems to be shrouded in a mist that will never disappear. The dust in the air exceeds the standard, and it is white. Looking around, it takes almost a meter to see the passers-by and businesses on the street.

Wen Wenwen noticed that the expressions of passers-by were very strange when they looked at them. Every time a passerby passed by, their eyes would stay on the faces of the samsara for a long time.

Outsiders should not come here often and it is not a tourist attraction.

Thinking this way, he silently defined the town in his heart.

There are not many merchants along the way, only a few food stores, clothing stores, and pharmacies that support basic livelihoods are open. Wen Wenwen searched a lot and finally found a grocery store. He exchanged glances with Bruce and others. Walked in and talked with the owner.

Since it looks very westernized, Bruce said hello in English: "Hello, we are the first time travelers here."

The owner is an old man with white hair, many wrinkles on his face, and a pair of reading glasses.

When everyone came in, he was staring at the circle of twine in his hand, and the table in front of him was full of incense and essential oils.

After hearing Bruce's words, the shopkeeper slowly took off the reading glasses, raised his eyelids and looked at the crowd lazily, "No."

A simple sentence made Bruce's muscles tense, and Wen Wenwen had already half-footed to the door of the store, ready to run out at any time.

"Don't be so nervous," the old shopkeeper said slowly, "I just guessed, where would anyone visit here? Young people, this is not a good place."

The old man looked very kind. Kesia got closer, trying to get more words out of his mouth: "Grandpa, we really are not here to travel, we are here to draw materials, for the novel . You know, sometimes only by experiencing it personally can I get creative inspiration."

"Can you tell us some of the secrets of this town?" She was beautiful, with green eyes like a pure gem, and she smiled slightly, like a moving angel. "We can pay some price, you think We also have money if we ask for other treasures, and we won’t tell others.”

The old shopkeeper just looked at her faintly and shook his head amusedly: "No need, because..."

He put on his reading glasses again and stared at the hemp rope in his hand. His voice suddenly became low and he completed the whole sentence: "You can't get out."

Kesia's smile instantly stiffened at the corners of her lips, but she simply had a strong psychological quality, and asked: "What do you mean by this? Can you go out without going out?"

The old shopkeeper shook his head, wrapped the hemp rope around his hands, and refused to continue talking: "You will know soon."

During the conversation, Wen Wenwen silently observed the whole store for a while, and found that there were a lot of things sold in it, including various knives, twine, incense, etc., but after searching around, he did not find himself on the shelf. I thought about what I wanted for a while, then interrupted and asked: "The shopkeeper, do you sell maps here?"

The old shopkeeper listened to his question, but didn't even look up: "Without a map, people here don't need a map, and you... don't need a map either."

Everyone glanced at each other, as if they had read something out of this sentence.

What does it mean to not need a map?

Is it because as long as you come in, you can't go out for the rest of your life?

The reincarnations present all thought of the mission limit: before finding a way out, they would be obliterated as long as they left here.

It sounds like this restriction has something to do with the secrets of the town...

Now that the owner has already said this, there is nothing to talk about next, and the rest of the people walked out of the grocery store.

Kesia walked outside the house, spread out her task book, used a blank page as white paper, and wrote down the names of the shops along the road.

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On the opposite side, Xiao Li did not find the hotel.

He walked two streets and looked for a few passers-by. Some of them did not stay for a moment to listen to him and ran away. The only one left shook his head violently at him and kept saying "no, no, no", and then Also escaped in a hurry.

Xiao Li looked up at the foggy sky at the empty street now, and a vague doubt arose in his heart:

Maybe... this town has no hotels at all.

The hotel is aimed at outsiders, and looking at the reactions of these local residents, outsiders here are very rare.

This is a small town isolated from the world.

If his idea is true, then he can only rent an apartment if he wants to avoid sleeping on the street.

As long as it is a human being, there will always be birth, old age, sickness and death, and there will always be a house vacant.

So, then, the only problem is money.

The reincarnations basically buy an item in the mall that can be converted into a certain copy of the world's money, but Xiao Li hasn't bought it, he hardly needs the item, and has left a large sum of money in his small yellow book.

He fumbled and took out the little yellow notebook, opened the mall, and browsed the props he wanted in it, but a hand behind him took the little yellow notebook from his hand.

The young man glanced at the little yellow book he was holding, a subtle look appeared in his eyes, and he was quickly pulled away.

Shen Mirage said: "I just bought it."

Xiao Li:?

Is it so fast?

Shen Mirage: "The house."

"I don't know what you like, I picked one, you can change it if you don't like it."

Xiao Li: "...As long as you can live there."

He does not pick.

Shen Mirage’s house is not far away. According to him, he used a large sum of money and food to find a shop. The boss was impressed by the huge sum of money and supplies, and he found it quite quickly. A vacant villa was created.

It was a small western-style house. It looked very nice from the outside. It was painted with white paint. The age should not be too old. It is as high as two stories, and there is a small garden outside with flowers, but these flowers are all dead in the mist.

Inside the small bungalow, all the facilities are available.

When talking about the origin of the house, the boss was a little vague, saying that his aunt fell ill and died of illness in the church not long ago. She had no children and left the house. Zhengzhou didn't know what to do.

This kind of house is shared by the reincarnations, so Xiao Li didn't make any excuses. He nodded and agreed directly. He chose a room at will, and wanted to lie down to catch up when he walked in.

Just before he made up for sleep, Shen Mirage took the lead a few steps to walk over, supporting his door with one hand, and did not let him close it.

The young man lowered his eyebrows slightly. Under the faint light, his amber eyes had a gentle expression. He asked, "Should I be with you?"

"Since you can't sleep because of me," he raised the corners of his lips slightly, clearly cheerful, but his tone was as serious as possible, "then I should take the responsibility and sleep with you."

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