"Have you really seen a mermaid?" the soft and glutinous children's voice.

Someone is talking, who are you?' Ian asked aloud, and no one answered her.

"Long wavy hair like gold, sapphire eyes. The nonchalant answer was particularly familiar to Ian, and it was her own voice.

Ian took another step, and the ripples grew larger and a bright light seeped in.

"No, merfolk aren't what you say. ”

The little girl with two pigtails had her back to Ian, but Ian saw the person opposite her.

The familiar dark blue pupil is herself, she is wearing a T-shirt and jeans, and the little girl's cloth dress is like two worlds.

"It's black, like the carp we eat. But Yaya hasn't eaten carp for a long time. The little girl pouted and shook her head.

"Have you seen her?" she was cramped, clasping her hands on her lap and curling up unconsciously, a sign of her usual nervousness.

"yes, I've seen it. The little girl shook her head again, and then kicked her feet, "Yesterday, my uncle caught a mermaid!"

"Why catch mermaids!" her voice grew loud and a little sharp.

Her expression was filled with chagrin, indignation, and deep self-loathing, and Ian couldn't help but frown.

"Why?, Yaya doesn't know. The little girl was startled by her, and wrapped her fingers around her mouth.

"Really?" Ian sighed as she saw herself, her fingers rubbing her brow into her brow, and she bent her back slightly.

"Well, my uncle said that mermaids are bad, she will snatch the children in the village, and it will bring drought ......" Yaya looked at her, and then handed her the peanuts in her hand, "No, here you go, do you want to eat them?"

Her spine was stiffened, as if she were carrying a burden, and she shook her head, then slowly got to her feet.

Ian was sure he hadn't had amnesia, but he didn't.

Ian looked at her with a frown, but she looked straight at her.

The dark blue pupils, deep, like the abyss staring at Ian.

It was a familiar feeling, the kind of peeping she had felt countless times in the mirror.

And Ian only understood the look in those eyes this time, a cold, pitying look.

She spoke, her lips opening and closing, but Ian couldn't understand a word.

Like the song of a mermaid.

Tick -

Tick -

Water droplets dripped rapidly around Ian, forming a curtain of rain.

But the reverse gravity, the ripples that rotated around at an extremely fast speed, were all full of weirdness.

Droplets of water fell overhead, then suddenly converged in one place, and then rushed towards Ian, the droplets seeping through Ian's skin, rushing into her veins, colliding and blending with her blood, and then flowing quietly in the pulse.

Ian could clearly hear the sound of blood flowing.

The flow of blood gradually fell silent.

The feeling of being watched spread to Ian's scalp again, and his scalp tingled.

The surrounding wall of water was gone, leaving only droplets floating in the air, each with Ian's figure reflected on it.

No, those are not reflections.

Ian took a step back, but his feet were sticky, and Ian looked down, all covered in inky blue, viscous liquid.

They zoomed in on the droplets from far and near, until they could only see their entire faces, and they were on the droplets, and they were looking at Ian in unison from all directions.

With scrutiny, with pity.

After a long time, they spoke, their lips opening and closing as if they were babbling.

It was still a language that Ian didn't understand.

Countless voices exploded in my head.

Bang -

Bang -

Bang -

It really exploded, and water droplets gushed out of his body, and then dissipated into smoke, and no blood flowed out, just like an arrow passed through his chest.

Ian opened her eyes suddenly, but was startled by the mirror in front of her, she subconsciously tightened her palm, but it was the soft touch of the fabric.

The identical eyes in the mirror looked at her in the same panic, and she was dragging a black cloth in her hand, which fluctuated slightly.

Her eyelids twitched, her lips pursed slightly, and she lowered her eyes and put the black cloth on her hand back over the mirror.

When the black cloth was completely covered, Ian saw "himself" bend his eyes.

Ian stroked the corners of her eyes inexplicably, did she just smile?

Ian turned, closed the door, and bolted it, so she didn't see the black cloth getting wet, dripping on the ground, and then spreading until the whole ground was covered with water, like a mirror, clearly reflecting the black clothed mirror.

Then the black cloth in the reflection trembled gently like water waves, and then returned to calm.

Everything before was like a dream, and Ian abruptly threw the bowl on the ground, and the wooden bowl bounced off the ground without hearing any sound.

"Really, really, laughs. She spoke, her voice hoarse, the reason she hadn't spoken for a long time.

She pushed the door open, the sun fell on her, she stretched out her hand, the warm yellow halo mottled and danced on her hand, but she didn't feel the slightest warmth.

She followed the route she remembered to the lake, the road was not long, it was still silent.

The lake was probably stagnant, and Ian had never seen any aquatic life.

The surface of the lake was very dark, but it did not fluctuate, and even if the wind stirred the reeds on both sides, it did not cause the slightest ripple on the surface of the lake.

It's not just a stagnant water problem anymore.

Ian stood there for a long time, even bending down to look at it, just as she had done in her dreams.

Her eyes reflected her face, her face expressionless, and she thought she would be scared, she would tremble, but there was nothing.

Ian wasn't sure if it was his own face, or if it was just a copy of a monster, but it didn't matter.

The tip of her nose touched the surface of the lake.

No water droplets, no bubbles billowing out.

She reached out tentatively to touch the water, and then her hand stopped there, unable to reach down.

At this time, the lake is not so much a mirror, and her hand is in close contact with the hand in the mirror, and there is indeed a layer of things in between.

She prostrate herself on the lake mirror, staring at herself in the water.

She floated there, her limbs fitting.

She had come here to solve her puzzles, but the lake had not solved her puzzles, and she had fallen into a deeper mystery.

Ian rolled over and looked at the sky, the blinding light shining into her eyes, but she was still staring, motionless, as if dead.

"Turn down the brightness of daylight. A man in a white coat with gold-rimmed glasses walked up to the screen, looked at the light shining in her eyes, and said to another young man who was fiddling with machinery beside him, his voice a little hoarse.

"Yes, Professor. The young man nodded, his tone a little awe-inspiring.

The man known as the professor flipped through the observation notes next to him. "She's been standing in front of the mirror from last night until this morning?"

"Yes. The young man nodded, "She stood in front of the mirror with her eyes closed until she suddenly opened her eyes. The man was a little frightened when he thought that when he zoomed in on the scene, he suddenly met those inky blue eyes, hollow eyes like dead objects.

"Well, hard work. ”

"It's not hard. The man blushed, but fortunately it was not obvious on the slightly darker complexion, and he scratched his hair shyly, a little flattered.

The man looked at the screen for a while, and seeing that she was still lying there motionless, her head hurting again, he rubbed the corners of his forehead, turned and walked out.

"By the way," the man stopped abruptly, "leave me a copy of the recording of what she had just spoken." ”

"Okay professor. The man saw the heavy metal door close, smiled, and turned his head to continue to focus on the screen. The professor is really hard, for that petri dish, the professor has not rested for five consecutive days, even if there is a nutrient solution, ordinary people should not be able to hold on.