he came from the mirror

Just as he was talking, ripples suddenly appeared on the surface of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and the young man in the mirror seemed to feel it. "He" no longer looked at Fang Ziming, but raised his hand and gently stroked the mirror: [Oh, the time limit seems to be Coming. 】

Fang Ziming froze from "his" gaze just now: "You..."

The man in the mirror raised an index finger on his lips: 【Shh, listen to me. 】

I don't know if he was affected by this "plot", "he" leaned his upper body slightly towards the mirror, and his speech became faster and faster: [The most obvious difference between the mirror world and the real world is the third floor of this residential building— —that is, the layer you live in now—it is very different from the structure in reality.In the world of mirrors, there are six doors on the third floor. In case of danger, room [-] will be the safest refuge, followed by room [-]. The former is the rented room you live in right now, the latter? ...] Speaking of this, "he" had a strange smile on his mouth: 【I made some moves in [-] before, and prepared a small thing, which will lead to someone's room. 】

"Someone?" Seeing the person in the mirror smiling so meaningfully, Fang Ziming unconsciously rubbed the hair on his arm.

[Room [-] contains the world hub of the mirror world, but since you have just entered this world, it should not be open to you yet. 】The man in the mirror continued to say quickly: 【As for [-] to [-], you'd better not try to enter these rooms before you have mastered the life-saving skills. 】

Fang Ziming: "...you just say that I'm good at it."

After the young man finished speaking, he took a breath, stroked his chin again, and said to himself: [I can’t remember too many things for a while, so that’s about it. After all, I didn’t listen to much at the time, and you want to The timeline of walking is probably different from mine... Hey, forget it, just follow the fate...]

Seeing that he was still bowing his head and muttering, Fang Ziming was not in a good mood, so he couldn't help urging him: "Hey, isn't the time limit approaching? Brother, you still take God away when you lie to others?"

The person in the mirror burst out laughing: [The last few words, leave after finishing speaking. 】

【Baby, with our ingenuity, you must have deduced who I am. 】

"He" raised two fingers, pressed them against his lips, and then blew a kiss to Fang Ziming: 【It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to talk to your past self.Come on, we must be in time...]

The mirror surface of the floor-to-ceiling mirror suddenly reflected a dazzling glare.

The young man jumped back vigilantly, and quickly covered his eyes with his right hand reflexively. When he lowered his arm, the figure in the mirror had disappeared.

Fang Ziming: "..."

He said faintly: "What I hate the most in my life is that when others fool me, they still leave half a sentence behind for me to listen to."

He waited for a while, and seeing that there was still no movement around him, he walked to the front of the mirror, reached out and slapped the mirror surface, as if he could re-photograph the person in the mirror who was pretending to be crazy.

The floor-to-ceiling mirror shook left and right twice, and Fang Ziming's own image was reflected in the mirror—the image's clothes, demeanor, and movements were all exactly the same as his. Obviously, it was now an ordinary floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Fang Ziming: "Strange, isn't it an LCD screen? Is this really a mirror?"

"I think about it, according to the story script written by this liar, some events that make me panic should happen next, and then a new character may be born, enter the plot to 'help' me out, and finally take advantage of the situation." Youth Slowly withdrawing his hand, he looked at the phone thoughtfully: "The incident that made me panic, that guy seems to have said something about the tide just now...Huh?"

He flicked through the phone for a moment, swiped his fingers to the first page again, and lingered on the [calendar] for a long time.

"Today is the [-]th?" Fang Ziming frowned, trying to recall: "When Lao Jiang and I went to Baoyun Mountain to shoot the meteor shower, it seemed to be the [-]th. It has been eight days? More than a week, so long? , why can't I remember what I did these days?"

He tried his best to think back for a while, and found that from Baoyun Mountain to the rental house, the only thing he remembered was the weird and bizarre "dream".Other than that, the memory is blank.

What exactly is going on?

Where did the lost eight days go, how did he come back from Baoyun Mountain, and the memory of staying overnight on the top of the mountain with his friends to shoot shooting stars, might it also be mixed with moisture.

And, was that dream a real experience, or was it a hallucination caused by some kind of "drug"?

Fang Ziming lowered his head. He stared at his mobile phone and involuntarily opened the address book.

First, I checked the call records. The top one was still a call to my friend Lao Jiang eight days ago. He called back decisively. As expected, there was no sound coming from the receiver.

"……whispering sound."

"Forget it, let's see what's going on outside first." Fang Ziming hung up the phone, glanced at the floor-to-ceiling mirror that was still in place, and muttered to himself: "That guy seems to say, what is this in the mirror world?" There are no living people. Unless they unite a whole city to deceive me, the deception is too easy to be exposed, hey, so what are these people thinking."

It's unbelievable to spend so much energy just to defraud him, an ordinary person with no savings.

He felt a little uneasy in his heart, re-read what the person in the mirror had said in his mind, and finally had to sigh: Not to mention whether his appearance can be faked, that person is too similar to himself in terms of words, deeds and demeanor.

Thinking of this, Fang Ziming turned around and took a coat, put his mobile phone and keys in his pocket, thought for a while, then went back to the kitchen to pick up a broom, and then opened the door again.

The young man held his "weapon" tightly, with vigilance and vigilance hidden in his eyes, and slowly stepped out of his rental room.

The outside is really quite different from the usual corridor.

Fang Ziming looked around, then turned around, and looked up to check the door of his room.

The door was still the same, but Fang Ziming took a look at it at this time, but found that there were three more crooked Arabic numerals on the iron door near the top of the cat's eye.

[-].

Fang Ziming: "..."

emmmmm, to be honest, the handwriting is a bit ugly.

If it weren't for the fundamental change in the structure of the corridor, Fang Ziming would have wanted to find out the graffiti person and despise the other party's professional level just because of the number that seemed to be written on by someone with a marker pen.

——It’s too casual to write!

[-] was written on the opposite door panel, and Fang Ziming wandered back and forth in the not-so-long corridor.There should have been only four families on this floor, and his room was the second one in the east, but now there were six doors, three on the left and right sides. The left side of [-] is the only stairwell on the third floor, and the right side connects to it. Walk along the dark corridor, go all the way to the innermost part, and the room on the left is [-].

He looked at the blurred house number, hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

There was no movement at all inside the door.

He held the handle and pushed it twice, but it really couldn't be pushed away.

"It's so quiet." Fang Ziming stared at the door and murmured, "This building was built in an old neighborhood. I remember that half of the residents here are elderly people. Now it's..."

He took out his mobile phone and checked the time: "It's 08:30 in the morning, even if the office workers and students nearby are not there, it shouldn't be so quiet, right?"

It was as if there was no one else but him.

"Impossible." Fang Ziming stared at the phone screen, then at the door, and whispered, "I don't believe it."

With his right hand lightly supporting the door of Room [-], the young man used his strength to turn around and face the corridor again.The contempt and impatience in his eyes are slowly fading away, replaced by doubts about the current situation, prudence that the situation is off track, and growing anxiety and uneasiness.

This anxiety and uneasiness urged him to stride away from Room [-], and found the stairwell on the left side of Room [-] (this was completely different from the place where he usually used the stairs), and urged him to walk out of this residential building and pass through the usual The community square, which was always bustling but now extremely deserted, urged him to walk up the street, and along the pedestrian street, he found a large shopping center closest to his home.

Because I didn't drive, it took nearly four and ten minutes to go back and forth.

Fang Ziming didn't say a word, his lips were tightly pressed the whole time, and his face became more and more ugly as time went by.

From his home to the shopping mall, along the way, no one really showed up.

The young man finally stopped. He stood in the empty shopping mall and looked around. Finally, he had to admit that what the person in the mirror said before was very likely to be true.

After a long time, he slowly bent down and squatted down, covering his face and cursing in a low voice: "Is there any mistake, this joke is too big."

……Depend on!

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At the same time, in the real world, Room XXXX, Building X, X Community, X City.

An older young man who hadn't cleaned his room for a month was lazily carrying a small portable vacuum cleaner and vacuuming the messy bedroom.

The weather in April was still a little cool, but he only put on a black cotton vest, and underneath he wore cheap camouflage pants bought for more than 30 yuan. His whole body revealed an atmosphere of "no money, poverty, but I am happy".However, this man's figure is really perfect. Although he is not dressed very well, the slightly drunk male hormones on his body are still tenacious and arrogant and continue to spread outward.

It makes him look like a grown lion patrolling his "kennel".

"Well?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, the man scratched the bottom of the bed with the floor brush of the vacuum cleaner, and then poked out a small metal box tied with a pink ribbon.

The box bumped against his feet, shook twice and stopped moving.

"What the hell." The man sat down on the bed, threw the vacuum cleaner under the bed, picked up the box and squinted his eyes and thought for a long time: "Well, there is such a motherfucker in such a shabby home like this one. ?"

Except for the cute pink ribbon, the black square metal box has a side length of about [-] centimeters, and basically an adult male can grab it with one hand.There was a small combination lock on the lid of the box. The man kicked off his slippers and lay cross-legged on the bed, typing in a string of numbers—his birthday—as if he was playing.

Slap.The hidden button flicked, and the box was opened.

Man: "..." Yoho, is this really a little treasure that he has forgotten in the river of memory?

"Tsk, what the hell is this." He took out the contents and looked left and right in the sunlight: "Stone? Glass? Mineral crystal?"

There was also a card in the box. The handwriting on the paper was elegant. The man glanced at it and raised his eyebrows.

— This is an important gift.Remember to put it away, baby~

——BY. F (you don't know it anyway).

The author has something to say: The man in the mirror (to Fang Ziming): [Little baby~MUA~]

The Man in the Mirror (to Tang Yu): [Little Baby~MUA~]

Fang Ziming: "...What the hell did I go through. Why did I become a stinky hooligan in the future???"

Tang Yu: Innocent.jpg

[Hahahahahahahahahahaha, the people in the mirror have no role to play. 】

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Thanks to the fish ball muwan, who came back again and again, and greatly fed the mine~!mwah! =[-]=

Thank you guys for the nutrient solution irrigated~~