MTL - I Wasn’t Born Lucky-Chapter 193

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At this time, the little boy in Xiao Li's mouth was nestling in the soft quilt of a family in Sidilan Mi Town. He curled up all over, buried his head with the entire quilt, as if afraid of something, his body trembling constantly.

His name is Xu Jiaheng, and it is he who appears in the vision of the reincarnations as a character in the opening CG.

At the beginning, Xu Jiaheng dismissed the so-called "rules" at all, and didn't care at all. He calmly walked into the toilet to pee.

He didn't close the door at all when he went to the toilet. He left the door open and started to pee. But when he finished peeing before he had time to pull up his pants, he heard the cubicle door suddenly slammed and closed heavily. .

Unprepared, Xu Jiaheng was taken aback by the sound and accidentally spilled a few drops of urine on his pants.

"Damn, the wind blows."

Xu Jiaheng still didn't think about ghosts, he just said that the wind blew over and closed the door.

However, in fact, if he noticed it, it was actually easy to find that the window in the toilet was closed. There will be no wind at all.

After Xu Jiaheng went to the toilet, suddenly she didn't want to go back.

After all, he was also at the time of rebellion. Since he had already broken the "rules", it might as well be more thorough and simply escape from here to play. He didn't believe in those weird things. He felt that the only thing he needed to worry about was not letting the school teacher know about it. At present, only his neighbor and tablemate Sun Bing saw him. He believed that the other party would not betray him.

There was no handle on the door of this building. He bent over and jumped on tiptoes from the door of the room where he had come out. Seeing that there was no one around, he slipped out very happily.

Walking alone on the street, the excitement of doing "bad things" makes him extremely happy.

Xu Jiaheng took out the only steel pin in his pocket and happily bought a piece of ice cream in the supermarket, then ran to the only basketball court in the town and watched others play.

At this time, the people on the basketball court are mostly unemployed people. Xu Jiaheng often sees them blackmailing children on the way after school. Usually he deliberately avoids them, but now watching them play and collide with each other. It is quite ornamental.

Before he knew it, it was dark, and it was time when his parents were about to close the shop.

Xu Jiaheng looked at his watch, did not dare to delay, and quickly jumped from his seat in the auditorium, ready to leave.

However, when he wanted to leave, from the corner of his eye he inadvertently saw a strange man standing in the distance. The man was wearing a tall weird hat and put his hand in his pocket because he couldn't see his face from far away. , But the strange thing is that instead of looking at the stadium, he looked at Xu Jiaheng's side.

Xu Jiaheng was a little strange to him. He subconsciously looked back at his back, but found no one else.

He scratched his head and didn't think too much. Seeing that it was getting late, he hurriedly hurriedly got stuck and went home.

His family lives behind the car repair shop. It is a small, three-storey, broken house. Because of the need for quietness during study and the desire for concealment, Xu Jiaheng lives in the attic on the third floor with a The roof windows and the attic are very large, and the entire third floor is his site.

Xu Jiaheng's mother didn't notice any abnormality on his body. Seeing that he was back at this point, she thought he was going home normally. She complained about the dirt in the nails on his cheeks and asked him to wash his face and hands before eating.

Xu Jiaheng nodded in response, not daring to reply. The sink in his house was outside the front door of the car repair, he ran out, unscrewed the faucet, and started rushing.

However, just before this time, the person on the basketball court appeared in the distance again, with the same dress and the same eyes, always looking at Xu Jiaheng's direction.

That kind of weird dress and gloomy eyes made his heart start to grow furry. After staring at the person blankly for a while, a cold wind blew through, and the whole person shivered. He turned his head and shouted, "Mom!"

No one answered at the first sound, but after the second sound, his mother walked out impatiently with a shovel: "What is it called, it's so late, it's like a soul-gathering."

Xu Jiaheng ignored her scolding, but tremblingly stretched out a finger and pointed in the direction where the man appeared: "He followed me—"

But before he finished speaking, he found that the man had disappeared.

"Who? Why didn't I see people? You are suspicious every day." His mother was concerned about the food in the pot, and after a few more glances, there was still no one, but he looked at Xu Jiaheng's panicked look and hesitated." Come in as soon as you finish washing your hands, don't delay, if there is anything really going on these days, let your dad send you to school."

Xu Jiaheng still felt uneasy, but seeing that there was really nothing strange there, he finally didn't say anything, and did the **** words in a daze. After eating, he returned to the room.

Although there were activities in the school this afternoon, the teacher still left a lot of homework. He put the most troublesome mathematics first, spread out the exercise books and books, and started to struggle.

"Hengheng, eat fruit." While he was doing homework, his **** voice rang from behind.

Xu Jiaheng is struggling to write a book, and he doesn't look up: "Let it go outside. I'll come down and get it later."

"Well, it's better... it's better to hand it over to you." His mother said.

It's really annoying, don't let people finish the homework all at once, you must know that once he stops, he will want to play for a while before continuing.

Xu Jiaheng threw down the pen "slap", turned his head to take the fruit plate from his mother, but this turn made him stunned on the spot.

His mother was originally a petite woman, one meter six tall, not much taller than him.

But the person standing at the door now is very tall, with his head almost against the ceiling, and he needs to tilt his head to avoid being caught by the door frame.

The "mother" at the door, holding a plate of cut apples in her hand, urged: "What's the matter, but I just came to take it?"

Xu Jiaheng no longer knew how to react, his limp legs fell from the chair: "You...you..."

You are not my mother! who are you? !

His mother snorted: "What are you doing, your brain is pretty funny? Don't you come here? Damn it?"

What a hell!

Of course Xu Jiaheng didn't dare to go over. He slammed his **** and couldn't get up. His mind went blank and he didn't even have the time to scream.

"Ding dong, ding dong."

The doorbell of the door downstairs rang just right at this time. His mother looked back downstairs and put the fruit bowl in her hand on the small imported partition: "Who is it? Coming now? I'll look downstairs. Look, take it yourself."

Xu Jiaheng didn't feel that he was alive until her back disappeared under the stairs. He didn't know how he climbed to the door. He didn't go to get the fruit bowl, and directly locked the door to prevent anyone from coming in.

The conversation downstairs passed into his ears through the door panel. It seemed that the person who came was a young man, with an unfamiliar voice. After a few **** words, he closed the door.

Xu Jiaheng thought of the appearance of his mother just now, but still worried, it was no longer his turn to disbelieve at this time.

That "rule" is true!

If you break it, you will be retaliated by bad luck...

What should I do? This one downstairs is definitely not his mother, what should he do, where is his mother?

Xu Jiaheng's mind was in a mess. He tremblingly fumbled out the phone, wanting to discuss with his classmates, or call the police directly, but at this time, the sound of something knocking came from the window.

The sound is dull and continuous. It doesn't sound like a stone, it's more like an object constantly tapping, but he lives on the third floor!

Xu Jiaheng was leaning against the door at this time, facing the window, without drawing the curtains.

Therefore, he only needs to squint his eyes and he can directly see what hits the window. It is not a hand or a long rod, but a bunch of hair.

That bunch of hair is very long, it loops spiritually under the eaves, and the curvy hair ends rhythmically hitting the window.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Xu Jiaheng couldn't bear it anymore. He rolled his eyes and felt that the whole world began to spin.

He also thought that he would be frightened and fainted, but the fact is that with this sound, his body shook suddenly and raised his head in front of the class desk!

Xu Jiaheng realized that he had just slept in front of the desk, and there were still red marks left by sleeping on his face.

Just... What happened just now was a dream?

Xu Jiaheng rubbed her cheek.

Great! He knew that there were such mysterious things in reality, and there were obviously no ghosts. It must be Sun Berry, a dead girl who told him too many ghost stories and caused him to have nightmares!

Xu Jiaheng wanted to stand up and cheer happily, but when he raised his head, he was facing the bunch of hair that was nowhere to be placed outside the window.

The owner of the hair seems to be dissatisfied that he neglected himself, increased the number of hairs, and at the same time increased the punching force: "Boom, boom, boom!"

This time, the strand of hair also brought a small note with the words in upright block letters:

[I'm here to help you, let me in. 】

The writing is superb, but who the **** will believe it? The weasel gave a New Year greeting to the rooster, and his black hair sent a letter to others, uneasy and kind!

And the living hair is still hitting the window...Isn't it a dream? !

Suddenly struck by joy and compassion, Xu Jiaheng's heart couldn't bear it. His eyes went white and his consciousness was blurred, and he fainted.

*******

While Xu Jiaheng fainted, Xiao Li, who was waiting downstairs, had to go back first because there was no response.

It wasn't that he had never thought of going in forcibly, but he was just told by the little boy's mother that he had nothing to do with such women and had to give up temporarily.

Listening to Xiao Li's memory of this, Wen Wenwen couldn't help but interject: "You didn't let your family Tan Li see what was going on inside the window?"

Xiao Li: "Finally let her go up and see in person. She said the little boy was asleep."

Wen Wenwen tried to simulate the scene at that time in his mind, and then took a breath: "...Are you sure that people were not shocked by you?"

"How come?" Xiao Li frowned slightly, denying Wen Wenwen's hypothesis, "I wrote a very friendly note at the time and asked it to be sent."

From the perspective of normal human beings, if you really hell, in a helpless situation, suddenly see such a note, you should open the window happily to welcome him.

Wen Wenwen: "…………"

Although there is no evidence, he always feels that something is not right, and even his chest is full of desire. But he doesn't know where to start.

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