he came from the mirror

Mirror Realm, safe house corridor, outside the door of Room [-].

Fang Ziming took a deep breath, raised his arms, put his palms on the heavy metal door, and pushed gently.

No push.

Fang Ziming: "?"

He tilted his head and thought for a while, then turned around and made a gesture of repelling Tang Yu who was following him.

Tang Yu scoffed: "Why is it like guarding against thieves? Doesn't this mirror know how to be shy and keep people from looking at it?"

Fang Ziming coaxed him like a little chicken: "Give it some face, anyway, it is also the hub of the world, so you can't lose face."

Tang Yu squeezed Fang Ziming and kissed him, then handed him the backpack he was carrying.

There was the metal box in the backpack, as well as some necessary survival items. Tang Yu stared at Fang Ziming as he put the bag on his back, and immediately stretched out his hand to the young man, making a "be careful" gesture, while walking slowly Walk backwards.

Fang Ziming finally pushed open the closed door of [-] when the man retreated all the way to the door of [-].

There was no light in the room behind the door, Fang Ziming stepped in, as if he was in an abandoned and closed storage room, and there was no sense of airflow around him.

As he walked, he took a light breath, and could vaguely smell a cold and hard metal smell.

The door slowly closed behind him.

Suddenly, a light emerged from the front bit by bit.

Fang Ziming narrowed his eyes slightly, and when the light gradually became stronger, he finally managed to see the surrounding things clearly.

Just as he thought, the overall area of ​​Room [-] is less than [-] square meters, and there are only four walls in the room, and the two-meter-high oval floor-to-ceiling mirror placed in the center.

The faint light emanates from the mirror surface of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Fang Ziming stopped three meters away from the mirror.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the light in his pupils had turned into a familiar ice blue.

Therefore, in the eyes of the young man who had activated the power of the field, all the scenes in this small space of [-] square meters were quite different.

Dense, criss-crossing silver-white silk threads run through the entire room. One end of them extends infinitely in all directions, and the other end is all gathered together, neatly hidden in the dark shadow behind the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

These silvery-white silk threads were looming, looking like intangible laser lines, some of which went straight through the young man's body, and then penetrated the walls and door panels, connecting to unknown places in the world.

Fang Ziming's gaze flicked across the silk thread, and stayed on the dark gold metal frame of the floor-to-ceiling mirror for a few seconds, and then he came back to his senses.

"Isn't this the mirror that was placed in the living room of the safe house when I just fell into the world of mirrors?" The young man murmured thoughtfully, "No wonder it looks so familiar."

It turned out that as early as the first day when he entered here, the world hub here had already greeted him.

Fang Ziming smiled, and slightly bowed towards the quaint floor-to-ceiling mirror, as a belated greeting to it.

A gleam of light flickered on the surface of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and then gradually reflected Fang Ziming's reflection.

Fang Ziming took a few more steps forward, walked up to the mirror, reached out and gently touched the pattern on its frame: "Do you have self-awareness?"

A silk thread fell in front of him, and the young man twitched it casually. Countless messages came pouring in. Fang Ziming stood with downcast eyes for a moment, then nodded.

The world hub has no self-awareness, and what it has has always been the will of the world.

Fang Ziming let go of the silk thread, and his heart moved: "And I am the master of this place now."

So, my will, the will of the world?

"That's much easier," he said to himself.

Then, Fang Ziming took off the backpack behind him, and took out the black metal box containing meteorite fragments from it.

There are two things he has to do now - first, go back in time to find Tang Yu in the past and where he is.Second, deal with the debris and leave some reminders to your past self.

Because the rules of the world do not allow the past tense and future tense of the same living body to meet face-to-face, Fang Ziming cannot directly enter Room [-] to go back to the past. He needs to use some special props to meet his past self.

As for this accessory, Fang Ziming thought about it again and again, and felt that the world hub in room [-] should be quite suitable.

Thinking of this, the young man raised his hand and flicked lightly on the mirror.

Behind the floor-to-ceiling mirror, all the silk threads gathered together suddenly trembled, Fang Ziming didn't look at them, he only stared at the world hub standing in front of him.

The environment around Fang Ziming suddenly began to change.

The originally narrow room suddenly disappeared, the young man stood out of thin air, surrounded by fragments of disintegrated mirrors, some of them were spinning by themselves, and more were falling down one after another, and it was unknown where they were going to fall. place.

It was as if an extremely grand rain of debris was falling, and the downpour of "storm" enveloped the black-haired and blue-eyed young man. The edges of the mirror fragments were sharp and sharp, but they were gentle and gentle and did not hurt him at all.

Surrounded by countless lenses, Fang Ziming slightly closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Look back in time—three months ago."

"April 8, [-]."

"Search for Tang Yu's location, let's start."

As soon as the words fell, all the falling lenses began to rise rapidly, and the parts that were always rotating began to rotate counterclockwise.

And in a place other than Room [-].

The doors of rooms [-], [-], and [-] opened suddenly. Tang Yu, who was leaning against the wall with his hands folded, raised his head suddenly, just in time to see those metal doors bounced outwards, and then reopened at an extremely fast speed. Close it hard.

The man glanced at the incandescent lamp above his head. It seemed that he had been disturbed by some kind of strong energy. The light in several lamp tubes became flickering, as if they were about to explode in the next second.

The special powers in the three rooms are running crazily.

In the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of Fang Ziming, countless unconnected and strange images flashed across the mirror - mountains, fields, rivers and valleys, oceans, dusk and dawn, red sun and cool moon, broken palaces and temples, butterflies dancing on the tip of knives, modern cities, primitive The tribe, the future interstellar, and even a certain point at the end of the ten-dimensional space.

He saw the meteor split into nine pieces, he saw the boiling magma on the uninhabited island in Antarctica, and he saw himself on the other side, with a blue light flashing on his chest, and he was also looking here in surprise.

These pictures were frame after frame, messy but following a certain trajectory. While waiting, Fang Ziming caught a slowly rising mirror shard.

The fragment stayed at his fingertips for only a moment, and then it immediately turned into countless light particles, and the stars dissipated in the air.

Fang Ziming felt that it was very novel for a while, so he twisted a few more to play with, and for a while, spots of light flew all around, as if attracting a large group of sparkling fireflies.

After about five or six seconds of searching, the picture on the floor-to-ceiling mirror stopped jumping, and finally froze inside a small apartment.