A hunting adventure [unlimited]

Du Yu turned on the scene lights of each area in turn at the door, and after seeing the furnishings in the museum, he said in surprise: "I thought that for such a small island with a painful past and scars from disasters, the museum would be full of monuments and disaster relief news." .”

This is indeed surprising. Instead of memorial manuscripts and disaster records, the exhibition hall is full of insignificant photo clippings and old objects—such as the mirror.

Yu Zhen walked to the mirror, his figure was reflected in the mirror, he touched his face in shock, "Why am I so white like a ghost?"

"You should spend more time in the sun." Du Yu came to him. "Is this mirror similar to the one in our room?"

Yu Zhen said: "It's exactly the same, this mirror will be haunted."

Du Yu: "Haunted?"

"Didn't I tell you last night? I saw a ghost in the mirror. It's similar to the one in a horror movie. It's skinny and skinny, with long hair." Yu Zhenyi recalled, feeling a chilly wind on his back Pass.

"Is that so, I thought you said that because you wanted to sleep with me." Du Yu said unexpectedly, "Are you afraid of ghosts?"

"I can't have anything to be afraid of? Besides, who wants to sleep with you..." Yu Zhen turned his eyes away speechlessly.He roared inwardly: This man is so shameless!Shameless!

Usually, the lower right corner of museum exhibits will have a brief introduction of the work, such as name, author, year, creation background, etc.; he took out an introduction card in a transparent frame, printed with the origin of this mirror.

[The designer of "Twin Mirror": Nelson (1889-?) is a coming-of-age ceremony dedicated to Ms. Wei, wishing her always healthy, happy and beautiful in the past and future. 】

Yu Zhen wondered: "Twin mirrors...does it mean that there were originally two mirrors? The one here is a pair with the one in the upstairs room?"

Du Yu followed his train of thought and said, "Although the idea of ​​giving two mirrors as a gift is rare, twins generally refer to a pair. According to the designer's idea, one of these two mirrors is the past and the other is the future?"

"No." Yu Zhen touched the frame of the mirror, "Looking at the time when the designer was born, this mirror is an antique hundreds of years ago. It is only made of wood, not gold or silver. Yes, it does not have the value of appreciation and collection. No matter how small the museum is, it is not possible to separate the collections in pairs? The one in our room should be a fake.”

Du Yu supported the edge of the mirror with both hands and lifted it up, but the body of the mirror was as solid as a rock, as if it was embedded in the wall.

Yu Zhen thought of herself who tried to move the mirror in the room on the first day, and suddenly realized.

"It's not intentionally separated, but the two mirrors are firmly nailed to the wall, so they can't be removed at all?"

"Yeah." Du Yu looked around the exhibition hall, from the floor to the cracks in the wall, and then to the ceiling, "This whole house was originally a residence. As early as the early days of the house's construction, two mirrors were hung here. One is in the living room on the ground floor , has now been transformed into a museum, and the room we lived on the second floor should have been part of the master bedroom."

Yu Zhen: "Then why not turn the whole house into a museum?"

"For example, the issue of property distribution." Du Yu said, "Suppose I am an aborigine with a lot of property on the island, I own a house under my name, but I have two sons, so I assign the first floor to the boss, and the second floor to the boss. The third floor was allocated to the youngest son. The youngest son redecorated the second and third floors and turned it into a hotel to run a small business. The eldest son went to work outside the island and became famous after many years. He returned to the island and donated the ground floor as a museum for tourists to visit. Take care of the business of the younger brother upstairs."

"No... you wait." Yu Zhen ran to browse the exhibition hall, and he stopped in front of each picture frame booth for no more than 30 seconds, which was extremely fast.

He returned to the original place with a serious expression: "The photos, paintings and written materials exhibited here record the appearance of the island in different ages, including the town's construction in the last 200 years. But I remember that the island and the island Wasn't the town rebuilt in recent years? Wasn't it buried by an avalanche hundreds of years ago?"

Du Yu repeated his footsteps and carefully read the contents of the exhibits displayed in the exhibition hall:

The first residents on the island came from Europe in the 100th century. They were exiled to this isolated island due to a shipwreck, and named it "Ancy", which is transliterated as Anxi Island in the common language; later, a village was established on the island, and after [-] years During that time, the village developed into a small town, and this small building was built at that time, and it was the private residence of the mayor's family.

After entering modern times, the island's simple folk customs and beautiful scenery have attracted tourists from outside. However, due to its remote location and severe cold in autumn and winter, tourists can only be received in summer.The town has been lying quietly and peacefully at the foot of Xuefeng for hundreds of years, like a paradise.

There are no words or pictures mentioning words such as avalanche, disaster, or death. It seems that the island has never had a natural disaster, let alone been rebuilt. It has been like this from the beginning to the end.

Moreover, the texts in the museum are all bilingual in English and French, so the name of the small island has always been Ancy, and there is no change from "Anxi" to "Anxi".

Du Yu said, "We came here by mistake."

When they arrived at this island, it was not Anxi Island at all, but Anxi Island with a completely different historical trajectory.

"Hurry up and find that... Ye what." Yu Zhen suddenly couldn't remember Ye Yingting's full name, and his actions preceded his thoughts, and he rushed out of the museum.

***

At 15:25 in the afternoon, the pier of the town was empty, the blue sea water gently lapped the reef, and the snow-white waves looked like the skirt of a goddess.

Ye Yingting was sitting by the wooden bridge, with the silent town behind him, the sea breeze ruffled his frizzy short hair, he tapped his wristband angrily, "Broken things, why is there no signal?"

The ferry and the police didn't arrive on time, and half an hour after the appointed time, there was still not a single ghost on the sea.

There was no signal from the communication tool, and they lost contact with the outside world.

But because of the previous two successful connections, Ye Yingting firmly believed that "someone will come to rescue us".

One person died in the hotel. This is a criminal case, and the police cannot fail to come.

The sky was changing, and in an instant, dark clouds covered the sky, and the cold and humid wind howled and swept across the coast. Ye Yingting was blown by the wind, so he wrapped his coat tightly and stood up.

It was going to rain, and he had to go back to get an umbrella and change into thick clothes.

There are still two and a half hours to six o'clock, he only needs to wait another two and a half hours, and there will definitely be a boat at six o'clock.

There is a seafood restaurant by the pier, the white tablecloths on the terrace are flying, and the empty storefront has a sense of desolation.There is only a long street between the pier and the hotel, about 400 meters away, and he can see the wall on the other side and the open windows on the second floor.

Ye Yingting took two steps, and saw a shambling figure walking out of the restaurant on the street.

It was a tall, thin man with an ugly complexion, but it wasn't any of the residents he'd seen at the hotel—it was everyone else on the island!

"Hello! Hello!" Ye Yingting happily ran over, "Are you a resident of the island? Do you know where everyone else is going—"

"It's..." Ye Yingting stopped in time, his heart skipped a beat, and his back felt cold.

This man's complexion was not bad, but his complexion was blue and white, his lips were purple, and the eyeballs in his eye sockets were gray-gold, cloudy and lifeless, his limbs were stiff, like a broken wooden man, walking with a limp.

Hearing his voice, the other party twitched his neck, turned his head mechanically, and fixed his dirty eyes on him.

Ye Yingting retreated instinctively, tongue tied and said: "I, me, shit... are you sick?"

The man took a step in his direction.

Ye Yingting backed away in a panic, his eyes kept looking around, his hair stood up like a grassland blown by the spring wind, and his shoulders and neck shivered.

Two more similar people came out of the restaurant.Not only the restaurants, but all the open doors of other stores, there are pale-skinned, golden-eyed monsters coming to the street one after another. They sway and move slowly, like walking corpses.

The man closest to him suddenly raised his right arm. The palm under the sleeve was frozen into a column, and transparent ice spikes protruded from the fingertips. The whole arm was shaped like a sharp weapon and swung towards his face——

"Ahhh!" Ye Yingting howled and ran back, the first reaction of most people calling for help is to call mother, but it was Liu Min who shouted, "Sister Min! Help, save me——"

……

In fact, Ye Yingting was not the only one wandering around the town.

There was no one in the shop, which made Zhou Lian feel infinitely happy. He found a small tavern with no lights on, slept on the sofa with his legs crossed on the table, opened a few bottles of wine, smoked a cigarette, and lay drunk all afternoon. .

In the smog, Zhou Lian closed his eyes and took a nap for half an hour. When he opened his eyes, it was dark outside.The light in the tavern was dim, he rubbed his eyes, and in his blurred vision, there was a petite figure standing in front of him.

Before he could see clearly, that little shadow had already rushed towards him!Zhou Lian woke up instantly, kicked his leg up—it felt like kicking a hard iron block, but the core was soft.

The shadow roared fiercely, Zhou Lian jumped up from the sofa in a panic, grabbed the thing's outstretched claws, and threw it out of the window!

The glass was smashed to pieces.

He looked out of the window through the shattered hole, stunned by the sight of the street—

The streets are crowded with people, and countless people are surrounded by each other. Their skin is ashen, their eyes are gray and golden, exuding the dead air of decay, standing quietly and stiffly, like some kind of gathering.

His standing figure was reflected on the glass, hundreds of pairs of golden eyes in the street suddenly turned to the tavern, and the next second, the crowd rushed towards the doors and windows!

***

Yu Zhen was squatting on the corner of the red roof. At his feet was a decapitated male corpse, black and black, hanging on the eaves like dried meat. Du Yu stood behind him, and they quietly looked down at the street below. Case.

"Hey...why is there such a plot?" Seeing groups of frozen corpses pouring into the tavern, Yu Zhen secretly sweated for Zhou Lian, "I don't know how to fight in groups."

"Maybe this island has been cursed, and all the corpses have been resurrected." Du Yu answered his first question first, and then answered his second question, "Do you want to save him?"

Yu Zhen: "You can't just ignore death..."

Du Yu kicked down the green-skinned headless corpse hanging from the eaves, turned over and fell to the balcony on the third floor, and entered the house.

The author has something to say:

Yu Zhen: Too many elements, give up thinking.

Du Yu: I don't know either.