Daomu Biji

I was in the bathroom of a small hotel, looking at my face in the mirror.

For a long, long time, I didn't have any thoughts, I just looked at the person in the mirror.

That person is familiar, but he's not me.

This feeling is very strange, mixed with a sense of "escape" and "fear".

I seem to have "escaped" my fate as Wu Xie through this face, but have entered a "life" that is even more impossible to control. This uncontrollability is truly uncontrollable and includes countless possibilities. I can hardly predict what the rest of my life will be like.

At first, I would tremble slightly even if I wasn't facing the mirror. It’s much better now. There are many things that you may find unacceptable at first, but once you accept them, that’s all.

Before I submitted, I had never thought that the so-called "mask" could be so miraculous. Even if I put it against the mirror, I could see that the pores of the mask were almost the same as my original skin, except that it felt rough. A little bit. When I saw the stuffy oil bottle before, I thought it was just a sophisticated heresy. Now I really admire it. This kind of craftsmanship cannot be developed overnight.

My hair was dyed gray. My uncle’s gray hair was the result of years of pain, but my gray hair only took a few hours to look the same. In this way, I felt that my uncle’s gray hair was the same color. Uncle's pain is so unworthy.

The girl said that this mask can be used for four weeks without any maintenance, but during this period, I can't tear it off even if I want to. Chinese disguise is actually a very mature cosmetic technique, very similar to the current plastic makeup. However, because the purpose is different, the cost of the mask is much higher than that of plastic makeup, and it is impossible to use it in large quantities in reality. Promotion - only those who have truly mastered the technology, or those who have a very important purpose, will use it.

The most difficult task is to make the face of a real person, not to become a stranger, but to become a familiar person. This requires the person wearing the mask to achieve a high degree of similarity in appearance.

"I just give you a piece of skin. In addition to wearing this mask on your face, you also need to wear it on your heart." Before she left, she looked at me lightly and said this.

Put it on my heart?

I looked at the "Third Uncle" in the mirror, touched my heart, and wondered if I had been taught this way when Xie Lianhuan put on the Third Uncle's mask. But after so many years, he has really worn it. What if the mask on his face can be torn off and worn on his heart?

I looked at my watch and saw that the time was up. I washed my face with water and dried it with a towel. The mask did not melt. It seemed that the last step was successful, so I sighed.

Returning to the bedroom and lying on the narrow single bed,

I began to wonder what should I do in the future? Everything from now on, including the way I speak, is a blank. I have to think about everything.

The first thought that arose was to take off my clothes and go for a run outside. Anyway, it’s not my own face. I can do countless things that I didn’t dare to do in the past because I was afraid of losing face, such as breaking into the women’s restroom and holding a spittoon on my head. some type of. But then he shook off the idea.

The purpose of putting on the mask is to reintegrate all of Uncle San's plans and bring forward all the resources that can be put forward to rescue Menyouping and the others. This is my only purpose, but the first thing I have to do is not to be seen through.

I can't disguise my voice, which requires special training. It's impossible for me to kill them all by myself, laugh and curse them all. I'm not an actor. With my aura, I will definitely be seen through in a few minutes.

This matter can only be done wisely, not with force, and you have to get an advantage and behave well. Best case scenario, I don't have to confront them head-on, I just have to give them a look from afar and then use a spokesperson.

Taking a deep breath, I knew I had to get Pan Zi's help. Only he was familiar with the nature of the third uncle and the people below him. However, I really didn't want to drag Pan Zi into the water again.

He should come out, or at least linger at the exit, and not go back.

But besides Pan Zi, who else can help me? I thought about it and couldn't think of anyone. Only then did I realize that without my third uncle, I really had nothing in this circle. I took out my phone and looked at the names one by one, and found that everything had changed in just a few years.

Finally, I dialed Pan Zi's column. I closed my eyes, said "I'm sorry," and dialed his number.

Pan Zi probably hasn't come back yet, otherwise he would definitely call me. It's evening outside, I don't know what kind of teasing he suffered today, and I don't know what his expression will be like when he sees me. I don’t know why, but I find it fun, but at the same time, I feel an irresistible depression.

I didn't tell him anything specific on the phone, I just said that I thought of an idea. His voice was still very calm, but showed great exhaustion, and we made an appointment to meet at a place.

I got up and took out a set of clothes from the closet. It was given to me by the girl. It was the kind of coat with an antique style that my third uncle liked to wear. I took off my t-shirt and put on the clothes. I thought that Xiaohua's service was really attentive and they fit me perfectly.

Thinking about it, I sent him a text message: "Thank you." But there was no reply.

The moment I walked out of the door, I straightened my back intentionally and reminded myself that after walking out of this door, I would be a different person. However, I soon discovered that I didn’t need to be deliberate. My pace changed on its own as I walked on the road. When I passed by the lobby, I looked in the mirror and found that there was an unusual coldness in my eyes. To be continued