I Wasn't Born Lucky

Ye Zeqing rushed to the front.

He took the lead, and his mind was only thinking about rushing out first. He didn't even look at the faces of the few people who came in. He tried his best to smash the shoulders of the newcomers at the front, trying to get out of the door.

Ye Zeqing could already catch a glimpse of the scenery outside the prison door. It was a sunset glow approaching the sunset, and it was dense in the sky. Next, as long as he took two more steps, he would be able to——

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

His thoughts gradually became chaotic, and an irresistible drowsiness hit him, and 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 facing the ground vertically face down.

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

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

It wears a pure black cloak. It has a round head and big eyes, but it has no eyeballs, only hollow eye sockets embedded in its face, and the coiled blood does not remain in its eye sockets, but is "stitched" like stitches. "Outside of its eye sockets, it seems to rely on these blood threads to fix the position of the eye sockets. These red threads are wrapped around the eye sockets and float to the back of its head.

In addition, its mouth is like a thin line, without lips, and its fingers are thin and full of wrinkles. It faces itself sideways, and the direction it is facing is——

Moriarty.

In just a second, he was plunged into groggy darkness.

I don't know how long it took.

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

At this time, his whole body was sore, especially his two legs, and the sequelae of excessive running had already appeared. He looked around and found himself lying on the same spot, near the gate, but the original gate that was opened wide by the arrival of the newcomer It disappeared again and turned into a flat wall.

Ye Zeqing gritted his teeth and propped his arms to stand up from the ground.

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

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

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

"What's wrong?" Ye Zeqing was at a loss.

He followed Xiao Li's line of sight, only to see a circle of scars on his wrist.

The scar looks strange. Judging from the shape and distribution, it looks like the marks of handcuffs handcuffed for many years, but when you touch it with your fingers, it feels like being cut with a sharp knife around a circle, and then scabs formed.

Ye Zeqing: "It hurts a little, but my leg muscles hurt even more now, so I didn't pay attention to this thing at all."

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

Xiao Li's complexion was fair, against which the circle of scars looked very shocking.

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

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

The pain level of this thing is not bad, similar to a scratch, slight, but not severe, it is more like a sign, such as "this person attempted to escape from prison" or something.

It's just that Xiao Li doesn't quite understand why his wound is a little bigger than others' - he has compared the wounds of others, and only his side has the biggest wound. Is it because when he saw these jailers before he passed out, what he thought was "The head is so round and the speed is so fast, probably rolled over with the head"?

He let go of Ye Zeqing's hand, and turned his scarred wrist back and forth.

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

Shen Mizhi: "Go to the infirmary."

This is the fifth time Xiao Li has suggested this since he woke up.

Because it didn't hurt, Xiao Li rejected the proposal four times with various excuses, ranging from "I have to be able to go in too, the doors over there are not all closed" to "It's not necessary", while Shen Mizhi's answer ranged from "It has to be Go and see" to a firm "have".

The words of refusal this time are already on the verge of lips, but it is obvious that from the perspective of Shen Mizhi's voice, it gets lower and lower every time, and if he continues to refuse, he will probably be dragged over directly.

So Xiao Li swallowed the words of refusal: "Wait."

Shen Mizhi didn't quite agree, he tried to coax him: "Be obedient, go now."

Xiao Li perfunctory: "Wait, just for a while."

He walked around the entrance twice, and heard Setamon not far away asking Wang Huai, "Can we last until the door opens next time? No, maybe I should ask, these jailers walk so fast, There is also the passiveness of falling asleep as soon as you see them, so how can someone escape successfully? It is impossible for the dungeon to issue such a must-death mission."

Wang Huai seemed to be thinking too: "Accordingly, the existence of jailers is an external deterrent. There are not many other ghosts in the prison, only the jailers. They can't get close to us, and we block the live broadcast when we chat... So they don't know what we're planning, and they can catch us just because...it's fast enough?"

"Could it be because of the quantity that we ignore their quantity, and they only need one batch to catch us and one batch to find 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 the jailers, but the jailers. We have only heard the footsteps of one jailer so far. sound, and only saw the presence of a jailer."

"But what are we going to do now?"

Setamon had just passed by, and she raised her volume angrily: "Can you survive until the newcomer comes in last time? Even if you can survive, how should you get rid of the jailer?"

Wang Huai: "Calm down."

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

[Sure enough, it didn't work. 】

【Haha, the master is resurrected, it is not easy to get out of the ruling prison, Sherlock, you have today, and you are usually capable of torturing us! 】

[? ?Injure the enemy [-] in the front, and hurt [-] yourself?Suicide attack? 】

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

[Ham, actually, I don’t know how to get out if it’s me. After watching so many episodes, it seems that no one has successfully come out, at least not during the time I watched. 】

Seeing this, Xiao Li suddenly took off the brooch, held it up and asked facing himself: "Are the jailers blocking the door a few times ago?"

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

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

【You ask, shall we answer you?I won't say it, brothers, don't tell him! 】

[It's all right, either sleep by the door, or sleep in your own room, anyway, you can sleep anywhere. 】

Xiao Li's face remained unchanged.

Since this dungeon has a live broadcast room, besides increasing the fun, it is obvious that the live broadcast room is also a means that can be used, so he thought for a while and asked: "The gate here, besides when newcomers come in, what else is there?" When will it open?"

[I won’t open it, give up, you are going to die here. 】

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

[This door has been opened? 】

[Why don't you play a game and guess which one of us is right. 】

[It won’t be turned on at other times, it’s turned on frequently, do you want to kill the jailer? 】

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

There are different opinions.

No one can be trusted, no one can be trusted.

Xiao Li: "What else do you know about jailers?"

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

[The big guy compares. 】

[Guardian in the night. 】

[Your Terminator. 】

Looking at these bullet screens, Xiao Li herself was fine, they were all ghosts on the wall anyway, but it was Tan Li, who unhappily stretched her hair from her pocket, divided it into five strands, and made the shape of a palm, then pointed at The brooch bends the remaining four strands of hair, leaving only the third in the middle standing straight.

It gestured to the camera with a middle finger.

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

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

He walked forward along the aisle, originally wanting to chat with the newcomers who came in, but they disappeared when he woke up from the ground, and he asked Wang Huai, who was the first to wake up, and said he hadn't seen them When they arrived, Xiao Li wanted to look for them.

However, at the end of the passage, the newcomers were not found, but Xiao Li saw the shadows of the two of Moss flashing away in front of them, submerging into the corner of the passage.

These two have been elusive all the time, except for the occasional encounter in the cafeteria at meal time, they basically have no intersection with the reincarnated people. They did not tell Moss about their escape plan, and Moss did not take the initiative to approach them.

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

He originally wanted to follow up, but as soon as he turned around, he bumped into two strange faces. The leader was a handsome young man. He was wearing a well-fitting long-sleeved T-shirt and looked polite. He was caught by Xiao Li's sudden I was taken aback when I turned around, but I still greeted politely: "Hi, are you guys from the previous episode of the variety show? I'm a contestant from this episode, and you haven't escaped yet?"

Xiao Li: "..."

Obviously, this person is not a reincarnation, but a plot character that the show crew pulled from nowhere.

The young man waited for a while, seeing that Xiao Li was silent, he asked tentatively, "Do you have any experience to share? Or what should I call you?"

This time Xiao Li opened his mouth: "Call me Sherlock."

Sherlock...

The young man searched in his mind for a while, but he had never heard of this name, and he was not very popular, so his smile became less eager: "Hello, Sherlock, I'm Zhou Yin."

"The two of us have just searched here. Apart from seeing a strange totem, there are no other clues. What did 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."