MTL - I Wasn’t Born Lucky-Chapter 233

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Ye Zeqing rushed forward.

He took the lead, thinking about rushing out first. He didn't even look at the appearance of the people who came in. With all his strength, he slammed the shoulders of the newcomer in front of him and wanted to get out of the door.

Ye Zeqing's eyes could already catch a glimpse of the scenery outside the prison gate. It was a sunset glow close to the setting sun, looming on the horizon. Then as long as he took two more steps, he could--

At this moment, the left leg he was about to step suddenly became extremely heavy.

His thoughts gradually became chaotic, and an unstoppable drowsiness hit him. He began to fall into sleep uncontrollably like a social animal that hadn't slept for three consecutive days, losing control of his legs, and vertically facing the ground. Face down.

Before losing his mind completely, Ye Zeqing struggled to turn his head, avoiding hitting the ground with the back of his head, and forcibly opened his eyes.

A second before his consciousness collapsed, he finally saw the jailer's face.

It wears a pure black cloak, its head is round, and its eyes are big, but it has no eyeballs. Only hollow eye sockets are inlaid on the face. The bloodshot is not left in its eye sockets, but it is "nailed" like stitches. "Outside its eye sockets, it seems to rely on these blood streaks to fix the position of the eye sockets. These red threads are wrapped around the eye sockets and float towards the back of its head.

In addition, its mouth is like a thin line, without lips, its fingers are thin and full of folds, its side facing itself, the direction that its face is facing is—

Moriarty.

In a second, he plunged into the gloomy darkness.

*****

I don't know how long it took.

Ye Zeqing clutched his forehead and woke up from his sleep.

His whole body was sore, especially his two legs. The sequelae of excessive running had been revealed. He surrounded him and found himself lying on the spot, close to the gate, but the original door opened wide due to the arrival of the newcomer. It disappeared again and turned into a flat wall.

Ye Zeqing gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground with his arms.

Besides him, there were Zheng Yi and Pu Xishun lying on the ground, and Xiao Li and others woke up before him.

"Failed?" Ye Zeqing staggered a few steps directly, tensed his leg muscles, leaned against the wall, and reluctantly spoke to Xiao Li.

Xiao Li glanced at him up and down, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.

"What's wrong?" Ye Zeqing was blank.

He followed Xiao Li's sight and saw a circle of scars on his wrist.

This scar looks strange. Judging from its shape and distribution, it looks like the traces of handcuffs that have been handcuffed over the years, but when you touch it with your fingers, it feels like it is cut open with a sharp thin blade around it, and then it scabs.

Ye Zeqing: "There is a little pain, but my leg muscles are more painful now, so I didn't pay attention to it at all."

He also followed to find the scar on Xiao Li's wrist, and found that the other party was the same as him, but was obviously thicker than his, about twice as thick.

Xiao Li's complexion was pale, and the circle of scars was very shocking.

"Why is your wound bigger?" Ye Zeqing asked.

Xiao Li said lightly: "I don't know, maybe I offended those jailers."

The pain of this thing is not bad, just like a bruise, slight, but not severe, it is more like a mark, such as "this person has attempted to escape from prison."

It’s just that Xiao Li didn’t quite understand why his wounds were a little bigger than others—he had compared other people’s wounds, and he had the biggest wounds. Could it be that when he saw these jailers before unconscious, what he thought was "The head is so round and the speed is fast, probably you rolled it with your head, right"?

He let go of Ye Zeqing's hand and rotated his wounded wrist back and forth.

Until the other hand held him down, Xiao Li's "self-harm behavior" was stopped.

Shen Mirage: "Go to the infirmary."

This is the fifth time Xiao Li proposed this way since he woke up.

Because it was not painful, Xiao Li rejected the proposal four times with various excuses, ranging from "I have to be able to get in, and the door is closed over there" to "No need", while Shen Mirzhi's answer is from "To get in. "Look in the past" to the firm "Yes".

This time the words of refusal have already reached the lips, but it is obvious that from the voice of Shen Mirage, it is lower and lower every time, and if he refuses, it will probably drag him directly.

So Xiao Li swallowed her refusal: "Wait."

Shen Mirage didn't agree with him. He tried to coax him: "Observe, go now."

Xiao Li perfunctorily: "Wait, just a moment."

He walked back and forth around the entrance two times, and heard Setamon not far away asking Wang Huai: "Can we still hold the door open next time? No, maybe I should ask, these jailers walk fast. There is another passive that will fall asleep when you see them, so how can someone successfully escape from prison? It is impossible for a copy to release such a mortal mission.

Wang Huai seems to be thinking: "According to the truth, the existence of jailers is an external deterrent. There are not many other ghosts in the prison. Only the jailers, they can't approach us normally, and we also blocked the live broadcast when we chat... So they don’t know what we planned, and they can grab us just because...is it fast enough?"

"Will we ignore their quantity because of the quantity? They only need one batch to catch us and one batch to find the dolls, so that we can do both?"

"No, I've thought about this a long time ago. As long as there are enough of them, we won't have any chance. So I tend not to be jailers but jailers. So far, we have only heard the footsteps of one jailer. Sheng, only saw the existence of a jailer."

"But what are we going to do now?"

Setamon had just passed vitality, and she raised her voice quite irritably: "Can you survive the last time a newcomer came in? Even if you can, how should you get rid of the jailer?"

Wang Huai: "Calm down."

Listening to their conversation, Xiao Li suddenly turned on the communicator and saw the barrage:

[Sure enough, no success. 】

[Haha, the Lord is resurrected, it is not so easy to get out of jail, Sherlock, you have today, and you usually abuse us! 】

【? ? Injure the enemy eight hundred in front and one thousand in self-defense? Self-killing attack? 】

[Shut up, the first thing reality taught me is not to set up FLAG. 】

[Harm, in fact, I don’t know how to go out for me. After watching so many episodes, no one seems to have succeeded. At least not in the time I watched. 】

Seeing this, Xiao Li suddenly took off the brooch, raised it to face himself and asked, "In the previous periods, were the jailers blocking the door?"

[Fuck, I was interacted, it scared me to death. 】

【? It's not that Moriarty looks scary, why does it look so normal? 】

[You ask, shall we answer you? I will not say, brothers, don't tell him! 】

[All, either at the door or in my own room, I can sleep anywhere anyway. 】

Xiao Li's expression remained unchanged.

Since this dungeon has a live broadcast room, in addition to increasing the fun, it is obvious that the live broadcast room is also a means that can be used, so he thought about it and asked: "The door here, except when new people come in, what else is there? When will it open?"

[Will not open, you give up, you are about to die here. 】

[The legend is about to end, I cry in respect first, my youth is over. 】

[Is this door opened? 】

[It's better to play a game, guess who of us is right. 】

[It won't open at other times, but frequently, do you want to kill the jailer? 】

[Well, I think about it, when the newcomer comes in, or when the jailer is added, the headquarters visits the prison. 】

There are different opinions.

No one can be trusted, everyone can be trusted.

Xiao Li: "What else do you know about the jailer?"

[Actually, we haven't seen it much...]

[Great handsome ratio. 】

[Guardian in the night. 】

[Your terminator. 】

Looking at these barrage, Xiao Li himself was nothing. Anyway, they were wall ghosts. On the contrary, it was Tan Li. She stretched out her hair from her pocket unhappily, divided it into five strands, and made her palms. The brooch bends the remaining four strands of hair, leaving only the third strand in the middle standing upright.

It pointed the **** at the camera.

I learned from Sin Tian in the novel world that day.

Xiao Li laughed and gave Tan Li a close-up, then hung the brooch back to his chest, and turned off the communicator despite the sudden burst of barrage.

He walked along the aisle, originally wanting to talk to the newcomers who came in. These people disappeared when he woke up from the ground, and asked Wang Huai, who was the first to wake up. When he arrived, Xiao Li wanted to find them.

However, at the end of the passage, the newcomers could not find it, but Xiao Li saw the shadows of the two Moss flashing away in front of him, sinking into the corner of the passage.

The two of them have been fascinated all the time, except for occasional encounters in the cafeteria at mealtimes, they basically have nothing to do with the reincarnations. Their escape plan did not tell Moss, and Moss did not take the initiative to approach them.

Xiao Li tried to watch their broadcast room, either walking or standing in front of the platform, lowering his head to study something. Due to the angle problem, the audience could not see what they were studying, and there were few bullet screens. Popularity is very low.

He wanted to follow this, but when he turned around, he ran into two unfamiliar faces. The leader was a handsome young man. He was wearing a well-fitting long-sleeved T-shirt. He looked polite and was suddenly surprised by Xiao Li. Turning around, he was startled, but he said hello politely: "Hello, are you the variety contestants of the previous period? I am the contestant of this period. Have you not escaped?"

Xiao Li: "..."

Obviously, this person is not a reincarnation, but a plot character that the show crew did not know where to pull it from.

The young man waited for a while, seeing Xiao Li not speaking, and then tentatively asked: "Is there any experience I can share? Or how should I call you?"

This time Xiao Li said, "Call me Sherlock."

Sherlock...

The young man searched in his mind for a while, but he hadn't heard the name before, and he was not popular. His smile was a little less eager: "Hello, Sherlock, this is Zhou Yin."

"The two of us just searched here. Apart from seeing a strange totem, there is no other clue. What do you find here?"

"We can work together, as long as we can go out together, it is success."

Xiao Li repeated: "Totem? Where is it?"

Zhou Yin pointed behind him: "It's over there."

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