[BL] I Wasn't Born Lucky (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 112

Outside the hotel, the heavy rain had decreased into a moderate rain. The morning sun dried the streets and made the ground moist. The reincarnators didn't have umbrellas and the reincarnators could only walk sideways under the eaves of the stores along the road to ensure that their bodies weren't wet.

Xiao Li wrote about the past images he had seen in the coffin, causing the reincarnators to discuss it.

Shimizu wrote thoughtfully: [So, the silence in this village is related to the legacy of the grandfather of the old house's owner. However, the mirror didn't give any more information. It seems the key clue is still in the old house.]

[The costumes are very problematic...] Shimizu had years of watching horror films and his brain was filled with terrible images.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight was dim and a beautiful but weird costume was on the hangar. There was no one in the room, the doors and windows were closed tightly but the costume was calm.

The edges of the costume were originally drooping but suddenly, the sleeves arched up and an arm stretched out. It was like an invisible person put on the costume, thus opening the prelude to the silence.

A short distance away from the front of the hotel, Xiao Li turned back to look at the house opposite the hotel. The door of the house had been half closed when they first came out of the hotel but now it was closed. It seemed that the owner had come back from outside.

Xiao Li took a few steps back. He looked at the rain above his head. Looking back, he took the hotel's small bench and covered his head with it. This might have prevented the rain hitting his head but it didn't stop a portion of the rain from wetting his clothes.

Xiao Li came to the door of the old man's house. He first pushed the door with his hand and found that the door had been bolted shut. However, the old man hadn't entered the house. He stood behind the door like he expected the reincarnators to come back.

In this way, paper became easily wet. Thus, Xiao Li switched to his phone.

[Old man, why have you been following us?]

Shimizu followed and stood next to Xiao Li. He saw Xiao Li's straightforward question and frowned. He thought that Sherlock didn't seem to understand how to question people. The old man wouldn't answer such a direct question.

The old man's muddy eyes read the sentence and he slowly but firmly shook his head. This body language might be an answer or a refusal to talk but Xiao Li understood it was the former. It was denial.

The old man denied that he followed Xiao Li and the others but he clearly followed them. From the periphery of the old house last night to the street where the prophecy appeared today, the figure of the old man had been seen.

The only ones who appeared in these places were the reincarnators-

Xiao Li typed on the phone: [You aren't following us. Is it that ghost?]

The moment he asked this, the old man responded. He was no longer a zombie. The muscles on his face were shaking uncontrollably.

The old man opened his mouth. It was a black hole like the hotel owner. He didn't have a tongue. He mouthed silently: [I'm waiting for it...]

Wait for the ghost that would take away his voice and his face?

Xiao Li frowned. He wanted to continue asking the old man some details but since revealing this information, the old man gave a response. He seemed to think that talking had no meaning. He bent over and put away his umbrella, wanting to enter his house.

The moment the old man turned around, Xiao Li raised his mobile phone and waved silently. The old man looked back and saw words on the phone screen: [Do you have any extra umbrellas? We don't have any umbrellas and it is hard to walk.]