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

Chapter 114

Xiao Li wasn't speaking empty words and he nodded like he wanted to get praise. Shimizu gazed at him with suspicious eyes. He had only just known Sherlock in this world but he didn't see the other person as a reincarnator who obeyed the rules. It was almost like this person was a rule breaker.

Apart from Shimizu, the other reincarnators weren't proficient in Chinee. So in their eyes, Xiao Li broke the silence, suddenly started singing a song off tune and spoke to Shimizu.

Lance wrote: [Sherlock...?]

Even AK47 had forgotten that he was the second person to break the taboo as he frowned slightly at Xiao Li. Xiao Li didn't feel anything as he turned back to the opera ghost at the window. "Shall we go to your hometown to see?"

Shimizu wondered if his Chinese was off. Hometown, what home? Was it the coffin? Shimizu didn't understand it but the opera ghost took a step back after hearing it. Its long sleeves were hanging on the ground and the rainwater gathered together made it more transparent.

Xiao Li didn't go to opera ghost. He strode out of the room and led the way. Lance exchanged glances with Shimizu and kept up with Xiao Li. Xiao Li passed through several rooms in the long corridor of the old house and finally stopped at the door of the study, pushing the door in.

The body of the plot character originally there had been dragged out by Thai and placed in another room. Now the study was empty. The landscape paintings occupied the high ground and looked over the crowd, like one shrunken world after another. Shimizu didn't know if it was his illusion but he always felt that the colour of this peach tree was more colourful, like being washed away by the rain.

Xiao Li stood in the middle and looked up at the peach tree painting. Xiao Li might've opened his mouth but Shimizu didn't dare easily break the taboo. He wrote on the paper: [Sherlock, are you saying that the truth is here?]

Xiao Li looked at the painting for a long time before speaking. "What if this isn't a landscape painting but a figure painting?"

[Figure painting...?]

Shimizu looked at the painting in front of him. The peach tree leaves were crystal green. The tree might be tall and straight but it wasn't in the middle of the painting. There were no shadows of any people under the tree. Then Shimizu thought of a terrible possibility. [You mean, the 'people' ran out. The ghosts and monsters are all people from the painting?]

Xiao Li thought about it. "Yes, I mean-"

The moment he spoke, he felt his voice became hoarse and he was unable to speak. The silence had taken away his voice.

Xiao Li was prepared and touched his pen to the little yellow book, writing smoothly: [The ghosts here are all figures from the painting. They were sealed up and handed down as a legacy of the house owner's grandfather. After the owner of this house took out these relics, the people in the paintings came out from the painting, searching the town for the companions.]

[Of course, it is possible that we are in a painting. I just think this is less likely because Sturt's ship could sail into the sea and there is no painting of a sea here.]

[They distinguish between real humans and their counterparts in the paintings through sound. Paintings can't speak. Once you make a sound, you'll be judged as a human. They take away the human's voice and face and want to turn them into ghosts to be companions. It is why noise can be made inside the coffin because the coffin is completely enclosed. The painting is a rectangular box and sound can't be transmitted.]

[At first, I thought the silence here was related to the ghost. Then I found out that the opera ghost would become wet as soon as she touched the rain and her face would become transparent. Then once the sun came out, she would return to her original state. It is because a painting is a piece of paper.]