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Chapter 530 The future in the mirror

I am a rather nostalgic person. I have not changed my mobile phone number since I was expelled from the police academy. It has been five years since I calculated it.

When I pressed the last number, the busy tone on the phone suddenly changed, and my heartbeat began to accelerate: "Will anyone answer the call?"

My mobile phone did not fall asleep with me, it was probably still in the ward.

"No one answered?" I was relieved for some reason and looked at the mobile phone of the underworld show. There was no interruption in the live broadcast and no calls came in.

"It seems that I guessed wrong. The phone number on the show phone is different from the number I use myself. This is strange. How did Ye Bing get through the phone number of the underworld show to ask for help from me?" I carefully searched the number in the phone booth. Everywhere, nothing is gained.

Standing there, I recalled a detail. Before the live broadcast started, Ye Bing called the show. She didn't know that I was on the other side of the phone: "Things are a bit complicated. Where did you get her phone number?"

I put down the phone, pushed open the glass door of the phone booth, and looked at the lightless neighborhood.

"The building layout is very similar to the road without lights. Is that the real home of the underworld show? Is that where Ye Bing found my contact information?" With doubts, I hurriedly left the Sanchakou. It was empty and there were no buildings. Blocked by objects, it is easy to be discovered by passing thoughts.

I don’t know how long the dreamy night will last. The idiom “long nights and many dreams” is most appropriate here. I quickly ran back to the blue three-story building where Truman was hiding, ready to ask him to go with me.

When he first chose this house, Truman was also very cautious. He said that blue is a relaxing and energetic color in dreams, symbolizing the sea and sky, so he decided that this house was not too dangerous.

Pushing open the wooden door, the first floor is similar to a shared house. Although it is crowded and has a lot of things on it, it feels very warm.

"Truman?" I shouted upstairs. After a few seconds of pause, I found no one responded. My brows slowly wrinkled: "Don't let anything unexpected happen at this time!"

Entering the house, I used my eyes to scan the furniture and sundries piled in the house. There was nothing unusual about it.

Proceeding cautiously, I came to the stairs in the northeast corner of the attic and walked up slowly. The layout of the second floor was similar to the first floor, except that there were many more humanoid shadows on the walls and on the floor.

I have seen this thing so much along the way that I am no longer surprised by it.

"At this stage, they can move in the wall, but they can't get out yet." I walked past the human shadow, and these abandoned memory fragments would move with me involuntarily, just like people carrying them with them when walking on the road. Like catkins, I don't know why: "They don't seem to have any malicious intent."

Of course, my words are just like, in this completely strange and strange city, I will definitely not take my own life as a joke to come into contact with these unknown things.

When I reached the deepest part of the second floor, I finally found something. There were two broken mirrors on the stairs leading to the third floor.

"From the outline, it looks like a makeup mirror and a round mirror. There is no place to put mirrors around the stairs. Someone must have brought them over. Could it be Truman? What is he doing with the mirror when he has nothing to do?" I raised my head and suddenly looked When I saw a nail driven right above the door frame and compared it with the hook on the mirror frame, I suddenly understood: "It is the custom in some places to hang a small wrapped mirror on the door to ward off evil spirits."

Thinking of this, I had some uncomfortable feelings: "The evil-proof mirror on the door frame was broken. What's even weirder is that there was also a makeup mirror that was broken here at the same time. Did Truman do this? He is a master of hypnosis, right? If you have studied dreams so deeply, you should know that mirrors are the most taboo thing in dreams."

After thinking about it, I couldn't leave Truman alone here and leave alone. After hesitating for a moment, I walked up to the third floor.

The third floor is a hall with some scattered decorations. To my surprise, the third floor of this building is the same as the one Truman and I first entered. In the center of the room is a Mirror.

The mirror is at the same height as the person, facing away from the door.

"Old Chu?" Through the gap under the mirror, I discovered Truman's shoes.

When I walked to the other side of the mirror, I saw Truman standing in front of the mirror in a daze: "Are you okay?"

Truman didn't reply. His face was too calm, as if all his mind was attracted by something and he couldn't take any attention away.

I followed his gaze and landed on the mirror in front of him.

It's a very ordinary mirror, but what it reflects is a bit scary.

Truman in the mirror seems to have been dead for a long time. Formalin has soaked his skin into a light yellow color. There are even many traces of stitches on his face. This method of treating the corpse is what I learned at Jiangcheng Medicine. I saw it during the hospital’s live broadcast.

The person in the mirror was treated as a specimen, and he was the kind of person who had been used many times by students - the "general teacher".

"Old Chu, wake up!" No matter how much I yelled, Truman remained motionless. He stared closely at himself in the mirror, looking at the taxidermied corpse.

"Why is the figure reflected in this mirror different from my own? Truman, it's time to go! The mirror itself represents illusion, and what you see now is all fake!" I'm afraid that Truman will get deeper and deeper, and I want to force him to They dragged him away, but his feet seemed to have taken root and he stood firmly in front of the mirror.

After a long time, he opened his mouth slightly, like a fish washed up on the river bank. As he walked forward, he said unconsciously: "Is this my ending?"

"What ending? Truman, what happened to you in this room? Come with me quickly! What you see in the mirror is false, don't fall for it!" With Truman as a warning, I didn't dare to stay in front of the mirror for a long time. , try your best to persuade.

"You are wrong. Dreams do not need to be disguised at all. Dreams are a natural psychological phenomenon. Dreams do not lie, nor do they distort or cover up. They always try their best to express their meaning, but the meaning they express cannot be understood by us. Conscious self-knowledge and understanding. What I see now is the real me, a specimen cut by a stranger! What I have always pursued is the immortality of consciousness, but I don’t want my body to be treated like this. Everything is over It’s destined, it can’t be changed, this is my ending.”

Truman fell into a certain obsession, spoke incoherently, and recited something repeatedly.

"Everything is doomed? Can this mirror reflect my appearance when I'm dying? Can it reflect my future?" I almost subconsciously looked up at myself in the glasses. After just one glance, I couldn't look away anymore—— In the mirror, I was wearing a hospital gown. My clothes and skin had not changed, but my entire face was covered by a pale paper mask!

It's not worn on the face, it's like it's growing in the flesh, and it can't be taken off at all.

"Examiner at the underworld show? No, the examiners all wear uniforms." My Adam's apple rolled, thinking of another person who also wore a paper mask, but ended up in a miserable way. I still remember that I completed eight live broadcasts to save Jiang Cheng, and returned to the Lightless Road after passing the assessment. At that time, I met a madman in another room on the fourth floor underground, and it was he (she) who handed me the information about Xia Chi. Note, I still vividly remember what happened to him. The man desperately tried to run out of the room where he was imprisoned. He was wearing a paper mask on his face and almost ran out, but was dragged back by more than a dozen pairs of hands.

I have never guessed the identity of this person, but now I think about it, he might also be the anchor of the underworld show.

"Am I going to be like him one day? Being locked up in a dark basement and erasing all traces of my existence." There seemed to be another voice in my mind, and my thoughts were out of control and began to go to a certain place. Xiang Beng said, "Is this my final outcome? Does this mirror reflect the future? Everything is doomed. The future cannot be changed. Can I only accept it?"

My body took a few steps forward involuntarily, and my soul seemed to be controlled. An invisible force was affecting me, making me get closer to the mirror step by step. Only when the tip of my nose was almost touching the mirror, did I stop and look. In the mirror, the confusion in his eyes disappeared instantly, and blood flew everywhere. He suddenly raised his left hand, which was wrapped in merit, and smashed it against the mirror!

"Whoever you are, get out of my mind right now! Are you preaching about destiny in front of a fortune-taker? How ridiculous!"

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