Alien Hotel

This room was not originally like this!

Of course, Yu Sheng reacted instantly - he still clearly remembered what the room that had trapped Irene looked like, empty, without any furnishings, not even a chair, and only a lonely oil painting hanging on the wall facing the door...

Instead of being placed with all kinds of furniture like now, and a mirror hanging on the wall facing the door.

Doubts and a little uneasiness emerged in his heart, but Yu Sheng did not feel any dangerous atmosphere in the room.

Of course, he knew that this so-called "crisis feeling" was very mysterious, but after several failed experiences with death, he did feel that he had some perception of danger, and here... he felt that the room in front of him was very safe.

After hesitating at the door for a few seconds, Yu Sheng stepped into the house.

Everything in the room looked very normal, and there was no monster holding a pitchfork suddenly brushed out from the corner of the wall or a brazier dropped from the top of his head just because he stepped in. The sun was shining outside the window, and the air in the room was also very fresh, without any smell of corruption or suspicious fishy smell.

Yu Sheng checked the room and confirmed that the furniture here were just ordinary items, and finally came to the mirror facing the door.

In his impression, mirrors are generally not placed in the position facing the door. According to his understanding, Feng Shui is one reason, and the other reason is that the mirror facing the door can easily scare people who open the door at night.

But he is not sure whether there is a similar saying in this "boundary city".

He just feels that the mirror facing the door gives him a feeling of... weird.

And this weird feeling is not only because Irene's oil painting was originally hung here, but also because the scene in the mirror... looks weird.

It is an indescribable weirdness. The scene reflected in the mirror is actually very normal, just like the current appearance of this room. Yu Sheng carefully looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't find the source of the weird feeling in his heart. He just looked more and more suspicious-what is wrong?

Is it that the size and position of the objects in the mirror have shifted to a level that is difficult to detect with the naked eye? Is there a discrepancy between the light and dark of the picture? Or... did something appear in the mirror that wasn't originally in the room?

Yu Sheng thought for a moment, stretched out his fingers and gently brushed the surface of the mirror.

He felt a cold touch, and the mirror surface rippled like water waves where his fingers touched, and the image in the mirror shattered with the ripples in the blink of an eye!

Yu Sheng's eyes widened instantly, and he subconsciously took a half step back. In less than a second, the mirror had turned into a dark place - the originally reflected room scene was shattered and melted in the ripples, and the thick black darkness finally filled the entire frame, as if it had swallowed everything, slowly crawling, undulating, and rotating in front of Yu Sheng's eyes.

Then, something new gradually emerged from the darkness. Yu Sheng suppressed his uneasiness and took a step forward to take a closer look. Gradually, the thick black veil-like darkness faded away in front of his eyes, allowing him to see the scene in the depths of the mirror:

A doll - but it was not Irene, but a strange face - was lying in pieces in a ruin that could not be seen from its original appearance. Her limbs were broken, her clothes were torn, and she was covered with scars, as if she had experienced a fierce battle and finally died of exhaustion.

In astonishment, Yu Sheng opened his eyes wide, trying to see more from the mirror, and the mirror seemed to really respond to his thoughts. The picture in the dark slowly moved, and Yu Sheng noticed that the perspective presented by the mirror was zooming out, tilting, and presenting a wider panorama-

He saw the situation around the dead puppet, and saw the ruins of a larger scale. He saw many structures like classical columns and cornices, and those structures were broken and collapsed, collapsing in the dark and muddy chaos. Many of the puppet’s broken limbs were scattered around, as if revealing a message to him:

Everything here was destroyed by this battle.

Suddenly, Yu Sheng’s mind echoed a sentence that Irene had said to him before:

"...Living puppets are blessed. I can fight much better than those so-called investigators and spirit world detectives in foreign lands..."

"Are these 'living puppets' really so good at fighting...?" Yu Sheng couldn't help muttering to himself.

But even with such a strong fighting ability, the puppet in the mirror still died. Something more powerful than her killed her - as the perspective shifted, Yu Sheng saw the "enemy" who killed the puppet.

A group of... huge shadows, Yu Sheng didn't know what it was, but he felt that it was very large, almost ten times the size of the puppet. Its outline was roughly human-shaped, but it seemed to have twisted and overlapping wings on its back. It also fell among the ruins. Part of its huge body melted like mud, merging with the chaos around the ruins, and also merging with the puppet's limbs scattered in the ruins, while the remaining body structure was full of distortions and damage.

Yu Sheng didn't know whether the distortions and damages on the huge shadow were caused by the puppet or they were originally like that - after all, this thing looks quite abstract.

But there is one thing he can guess, the puppet and the huge shadow that seems to have wings should die together in the end.

And just when Yu Sheng wanted to see more details, the picture in front of him suddenly rippled like water again.

Everything in the depths of darkness shattered and melted in the blink of an eye. The heavy darkness like a curtain surged up instantly and then retreated to the mirror frames around. In the blink of an eye, Yu Sheng's eyes turned into an ordinary mirror again, reflecting the scene in the room.

Yu Sheng stared at this scene in a daze, and then knocked and touched the mirror several times, but failed to evoke any abnormality.

What was that just now?

Perhaps because he had been dealing with abnormal things more in the past two days, Yu Sheng felt that his ability to accept had become much stronger. At this time, he didn't think that the weird scene just now was scary, but just had a strong curiosity about what he saw.

Did the things that appeared in the mirror really happen? Who is the dead doll? What is the huge shadow that died with the doll? Where is the ruins? And all this... why did it appear in this house and in front of him?

Yu Sheng frowned and thought, and couldn't help but think of another question:

Does the scene recorded in the mirror have anything to do with Irene?

The dead doll didn't look like Irene. Although she was unrecognizable when she died in battle, at least the striking blonde hair was completely different from Irene. But for some reason, when Yu Sheng saw the doll, he couldn't help but think of a girl who was watching TV on the first floor and was sealed in an oil painting.

After a moment, Yu Sheng ended his contemplation. He looked at the mirror on the wall, reached out to hold the frame, and tried to see if he could take it off and move it to another place.

The mirror didn't move at all, as solid as if it was cast on the wall.

After trying several times, Yu Sheng chose to give up.

He turned and walked towards the door, but before leaving the room, he suddenly turned back and quickly scanned the whole room.

The furnishings in the room were still the same, and the mirror hadn't changed at all.

Yu Sheng frowned and closed the door.

After two or three seconds, he pushed the door open again, as if he wanted to catch the room off guard.

There was no change in the room, it was still the same.

Yu Sheng stood at the door holding the door handle, and looked around suspiciously in the room, gradually feeling like a psychopath.

After confirming again and again, he finally stopped tossing the door.

But he did not return to his bedroom, but ran down the stairs and came to the dining room.

Irene, who was watching TV at the dining table, heard the noise coming from the side, and looked at the edge of the picture frame: "Hey? Yu Sheng, didn't you go to bed? Insomnia? I don't tell bedtime stories..."

Still that heartless and familiar look.

Yu Sheng did not speak, just sat opposite Irene and looked at her seriously, as if he was observing something carefully.

This finally made the puppet in the painting feel a little awkward.

"Why are you looking at me..." Irene shrank her neck, "I tell you, I know I am very beautiful, but you and the paper man have no future..."

Yu Sheng had been brewing a topic all the way, but Irene's words made it tense.

"Ahem, let me tell you something!" He had to cough twice and got the topic back on track. "Do you still remember what the room where you were hung on the wall looked like?"

"I remember," Irene thought for a moment and answered naturally, "There was nothing there, it was empty, and you could see a door across the street, and there was wallpaper - the wallpaper on the corners was moldy and warped, and you didn't fix it."

Yu Sheng nodded: Very good, at least in this matter, Irene's memory was consistent with his.

"The second question, do you remember a place - it looked like a ruin, with many classical columns and collapsed stone walls and cornices, and the ruins were "soaked" in darkness, and there was a doll - don't worry about whether it was you, anyway, there was a doll who died in the ruins, and died miserably, with arms and legs broken all over the floor..."

Irene shrank her neck instantly: "It sounds really scary."

"Don't worry about whether it's scary or not, just tell me if you have any impression of this scene."

"No."

Irene answered without hesitation.