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

Chapter 52

Generally speaking, when it came to games with ghosts, the outcome was that winning against the ghost meant survival, losing meant death.

Currently, Sherlock was the first to play rock paper scissors with the mirror ghost, but no one could guess who the next one was. That's why Tian Ji substituted himself and analyzed it with great caution.

In Tian Ji's tense sight, the ghost arm in the window moved from top to bottom, slowly falling. Once the position was beside the waist, the palm of the hand formed a rock. This rock didn't last long and completely changed to scissors. On Xiao Li's side, he originally started with paper, midway down he changed to rock but in the end, he turned into scissors.

A good win had become a draw!

Tian Ji couldn't figure out what Sherlock was thinking. He couldn't help glancing at Sherlock's side profile and found that the other side wasn't surprised by the result. He had even created the draw.

Xiao Li cocked his head to the side. This time, the train went over a few bumps as he looked at his right hand and smiled. "It is a draw, I won."

The indignant Tian Ji, "???"

Wasn't it a draw? How did he win? Did he win in an outlandish way?

Then to Tian Ji's surprise, the mirror ghost in the window was pale. It changed from Xiao Li's reflection back to its original appearance, a ghost that was about to melt. Tian Ji noticed that originally, Xiao Li's right hand was mirrored by the ghost's left hand. Now the ghost's left hand seemed fixed and not moving.

Xiao Li extended his left hand to the train window ghost and said, "Come again."

The ghost was motionless as it stared at Xiao Li. It might just be Tian Ji's illusion but he felt like the ghost's eyes were showing a bit of panic.

It spoke hoarsely, "You have won."

Tian Ji, "......"

He really won? What was this world's rock paper scissors like?

"I know." Xiao Li used his right hand to touch the ghost in the window. He hit the window with a rhythmical rhythm, knocking on the ghost face again and again. "I won once and you can't kill me. If I win a second time, what do I get?"

He spoke up to here and added thoughtfully, "Or will you lose something?"

"I'm a bit curious."

Xiao Li didn't wait for the mirror ghost's answer. He stretched out his hand again and played rock paper scissors with the mirror ghost. The mirror ghost seemed unable to resist this force and had to synchronize with Xiao Li. The fist first formed scissors before becoming fixed on rock. On Xiao Li's side, the paper changed to rock.

A draw.

The mirror ghost's right hand was also fixed to the window. As a result, the two guessing hands were rigidly stuck to the window of the train. It was unable to leave unless it could cut off its own arms.

Xiao Li looked at the ghost's painfully struggling expression and suddenly reached out to open the window. The mirror ghost in the window was sandwiched between the other glass and its entire face was squeezed and shaped. He seemed to find it interesting, opening and closing it twice, so that the ghost kept squirming between relaxation and squeezing.

Tian Ji saw this scene, secretly pinched himself and felt the pain. Then he turned back to Jiang Yishe and asked, "Am I blind? Wasn't that a draw?"

Jiang Yishe turned to look at the pained ghost in the window and there was some fright in his heart. This fear was because of Sherlock's cheerful smile. He cleared his throat and said, "I also saw it was a draw... Sherlock, what's going on?"