I Wasn't Born Lucky

At that moment, Tian Bin's mind went blank, leaving only the distorted face, which gradually enlarged until it occupied all his thoughts, and he could not even utter a warning scream, and disappeared in the in this world.

His disappearance was as silent as Gao Yao before, and he didn't discover this fact until Fu Guangbo, who was running ahead, habitually counted the number of his teammates.

"Wait, what's wrong with Tian Bin?" Fu Guangbo didn't dare to stop, nor did he dare to let go of his hands. The first time he found out, he loudly warned the people around him, "He's gone!"

These words pierced the darkness like thunder.

Xiao Li, who was at the front, looked back and saw that Tian Bin, who was still in the team, had disappeared without a trace, still unable to utter a scream.

Another missing person.

Tian Bin was just like them. He covered his eyes with his fingers when he moved forward, but he still encountered a murderous hand. Does this mean that other people may disappear at any time?

The eaves above the head seem to be lower than before. In the darkness where the light from the mobile phone cannot reach, countless ghosts and ghosts are surging in the paintings embedded on the wall, like layers of cages.

There is no fishy smell that should be expected when ordinary ghosts appear in the air. Instead, it is filled with the unique ink smell of paintings.

The reincarnators present all had bad premonitions in their hearts, and this fear dilutes the original stunned because of the boss's behavior, but since they are all seniors, they did not lose control, except for Zhao Yiguang.

Zhao Yiguang is the security guard of the Paradise, and he does not have such a strong psychological quality. When his former partner Gao Yao died, he himself was on the verge of collapse—he had not spoken before, but just followed the reincarnation numbly. Now, seeing another person disappear, Although he didn't know Tian Bin, it was enough to arouse his inner fear.

"I... I have already come in to patrol, I have completed my duties, I... I can go!" Zhao Yiguang muttered to himself at first, and soon his voice became louder and louder, as if he was persuading As if he had killed himself, he ran outside like crazy as soon as he turned his head.

"Hey—" Zheng Yi called him, "You didn't hear me, you can't get out!"

Although they didn't try to go out, as a fan of Sherlock, he unconditionally believed in Xiao Li's speculation.

Zhao Yiguang couldn't listen to anything anymore, he just wanted to run out, and the heavy footsteps followed Zheng Yi's warning and disappeared in the direction where everyone came.

Surely we can go out, right?

Zhao Yiguang thought to himself, separated from other people, he only felt that his security uniform was getting tighter and tighter around his limbs, making his running legs less coordinated and heavier and heavier.

It was pitch black everywhere, as if he had fallen into some kind of chaos, and he couldn't see anything, so he could only keep running forward desperately.There is silence everywhere in the darkness. In this dead silence, he can only hear the sound of his frantic heartbeat while running mixed with the sound of shoes rubbing on the ground. is infinitely magnified.

The road here is actually not long. After all, this is an exhibition hall, not an 800-meter playground.

The group of them said they walked for a long time, but they walked very slowly at the beginning. In fact, the distance was not long. If this length is normal, it may only take a few minutes to run at full strength.

However, Zhao Yiguang only felt that the time was so long at this time. He ran for a long time, but he still didn't see the door when he came in.

In order to move forward at full speed, he chose not to cover his eyes with his hands, but tried to look down at the ground under his feet as much as possible to prevent himself from falling.

Could it be... is he going in the wrong direction?But it shouldn't be, there are actually not many forks here, and he also saw the borders of the most important paintings when he came here, how could they be so far away?

"I can't get out."

At this time, Xiao Li's words flashed through Zhao Yiguang's mind. He didn't believe it at first, but now... Could it be true?

Even so, there was no turning back for him.

The disappearance of one person after another from the team, combined with the fact that he thought he had completed his patrol, had destroyed his entire psychological defenses.

Zhao Yiguang had no choice but to run forward with all his strength, and one painting after another passed by him, and the ghosts in the paintings looked at him like parasites.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Yiguang had lost the concept of time, and before his legs became limp due to fatigue, he saw a glimmer of light.

It's the gate!

The door that came in was like a passage into heaven, facing him, standing quietly in the darkness.

Although the surroundings were still dark, Zhao Yiguang's eyes almost turned red when he vaguely saw the outline of the door.

finally appeared——

He didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't observe it carefully. His heavy legs seemed to shake off the lead bag, and he took two steps at a time. One hand was pressed on the door panel, and the other hand was stretched out to pull the doorknob.

However, with this touch, Zhao Yiguang realized something was wrong belatedly.

The door felt very thin to the touch, not at all like the door you opened when you came in, but more like... paper.

And at this moment, his hand to pull the doorknob was completely useless.

In fact, if one looks carefully in sufficient light, Zhao Yiguang will find that this is not the door of the exhibition hall at all, but a huge painting.

Draw the door.

The protruding door handles are also just a painting effect.

Zhao Yiguang's hand flew to nothing, and when he came back to his senses, the other hand that was pressing on the door frame suddenly felt a cold touch.

His heart seemed to be hit hard, and when he lowered his head, he met a cold hand, which tightly wrapped around Zhao Yiguang's arm. He couldn't make any sound of asking for help, and he was pulled slowly. into another world.

Countless pale hands stretched out from behind the door in the painting, dragging him into the painting.

On the other side, the reincarnators looked at Zhao Yiguang's disappearing back, and were in a dilemma for a while.

Naturally, Fu Guangbo and the others would not want to go out to save him. Dragging a teammate who has collapsed at such a time is tantamount to suicide. This is something every senior person knows.

Therefore, what they struggle with is only on the point of "whether the direction of walking is wrong".

Numerous cases on the forum have shown that once entering a supernatural event, it is a dead end if they want to go back, but if they continue to move forward, can they survive until the time when they meet the "initiator"?

Could it be that if they turned back, the instigator would stay behind them, or be in a painting passing by?

The reincarnators in the team were a little hesitant for a while, but Ye Zeqing closed his eyes, tried to use his physique to sense it, and finally shook his head and said: "I still can't feel it, my physique is blocked as soon as I come to this paradise." A large part of it was suppressed, so I haven't said it all the time, I can only feel that there is a strong ghost here."

When he spoke, his eyes looked at Xiao Li.

Xiao Li's fingertips ran across the hair of the puppet in his pocket. This is indeed the case here. There are ghosts in every exhibition hall, especially in this painting hall. Tan Li was suppressed very badly.

It is conceivable that the background of this future paradise is quite deep.

It can be seen from the task alone: ​​on the first night, you have to enter so many exhibition halls, and there are waves of ups and downs. The reincarnated people can only sway under the baptism of ghosts like seaweed in the deep sea.

Not to mention that every ghost has a certain personality, unlike ordinary ghosts.

If it were a normal task, at most one would enter one exhibition hall in one night, one per day, and give a certain way to survive.

Xiao Li guessed that the person behind this should be an existence similar to the God of Deceit, but the most urgent task now is to find the instigator in this exhibition hall, not the little guys in these paintings.

In this case, when facing the painting, would it be easier for the same kind to talk?

Xiao Li usually doesn't easily find helpers, perhaps because of his personality, if possible, he likes to rely on himself first, but now there is a very suitable existence - he finally set his goal on Xiu Ji.

He took out the small yellow book, and wrote a line of large characters on it, and the scroll of ancient paintings that he hung on the wall of his home as decorations appeared in his hands.

In the painting, Xiu Ji was originally sitting under a tree, and the stick figure added by Xiao Li was holding Xiu Ji's arms with two lines and resting on the classical woman's lap.

When Xiao Li unfolded the ancient painting, Xiu Ji didn't move, but opened her eyes and looked at him quietly.

Xiao Li said: "Hey, the relationship is so good?"

Xiu Ji: "..."

Good for your size.

This stick figure doesn't know what to do, it's so simple that it's deadly, but it's very clingy, there's only so much in this painting, she can't drive it away no matter how hard it is, it's as annoying as Xiao Li himself.

After a brief but friendly exchange of greetings, Xiao Li unfolded the ancient painting, approached an oil painting facing him, and made Xiu Ji face her.

This oil painting depicts an office, a thunderstorm is pouring outside the office window, and a golden lightning bolt illuminates the display facilities in the office.

The tall desk and the comfortable boss chair are like Mr. Sun's office when they came.

In the ancient painting, Xiu Ji does not move, maintaining an elegant demeanor, looking at the painting.

Xiao Li: "There are all these paintings here, try it, can you find the ghost who drew these paintings here? Or the most powerful painting here?"

Xiu Ji narrowed her eyes, perhaps because she seldom saw "the same kind", the woman in the ancient long skirt stood up.

The stickman slid down from Xiu Ji's skirt, and stood up with his short legs staring in bewilderment.

Xiu Ji stared carefully at the painting in front of her. Without adjusting the angle of this painting in her eyes, she could already see that the rain outside the office window was not raindrops at all, but ghosts.

Her eyes seemed to spread beyond the little ghosts to other places.

Finally, Xiu Ji stretched out a finger, pointing to the left.

Xiao Li nodded in understanding, and walked in the direction of her finger, but did not put away the ancient painting.

When they passed the corner, a hand suddenly stretched out from a painting, it was very long, and instantly stretched out to grab Xiao Li's hand tightly——

However, Xiu Ji was one step ahead of it.

An arm with long and wide sleeves stretched out and grabbed it first.

The two hands met in mid-air, holding each other tightly, and everyone wanted to pull the opposite hand into their own painting, which resulted in no one being able to do anything to the other for a while.

In the end, it was Xiao Li who took the initiative to break the silence: "Unexpectedly, the ghosts here are quite polite, and they even know how to shake hands when they meet seniors."

The rest: "..."

They looked at Xiu Ji, and then at the painting in front of them—Xiu Ji saw that it was an ancient painting from the period of the Republic of China, but the paintings in front of them were all modern paintings, so Xiu Ji could be regarded as an old-timer in the painting world , the other party shook hands as a gesture of goodwill, it seems that there is a good reason, it is not so difficult to accept...

Wait, does the ghost world really have such a concept? !Maybe they were brainwashed by Hercule's magical brain circuit and entered his rhythm? !