I threw all those messy thoughts out of my head, they were all false, why should I think about it? It's better to think about how to complete the exercises left by the teacher.

The bus was about to come, I looked at my watch, the bus was probably the last train at this time, and I had to catch it anyway.

Fortunately, I was the only one waiting for the bus at the station, and since it was the last train and there were not too many passengers, I easily occupied a seat. The first thing I do when I take the bus is to take out my mobile phone to scan the code and swipe the card, and the second thing is to take out my headphones and connect to my mobile phone to listen to songs.

The third thing, look out the window. As long as I can avoid the eyes of others, no matter what they say or do, I can't hear or see it, and this passive way is the best choice for me.

It's just that sometimes I'm still curious about what the people around me are doing, and it's inevitable to get bored when I'm always immersed in my own world, but it's this extra glance that makes me see a scene that I shouldn't be watching.

The person in the back seat opposite pointed to the person in front of me, and the eyes of the person in the back person looked at me whispering something to the person in front of me, and soon their small movements were also seen by the person sitting in front of me, and they followed their eyes to me, and his eyes stayed on me long enough, and after a seemingly casual glance, he took his gaze back and continued to pull the phone.

It's not a big deal, the people around me don't point fingers at me once or twice, and I'm numb when I get used to it, there are always one or two people in society who are different from others, and there will always be a group of people who criticize them, since someone's condition has seriously affected normal life and is still alive and well, how can I be dissatisfied? They don't deserve to affect my mood.

Melodious and cheerful songs echoed in my ears, and soon I forgot about the unhappiness that had just happened, and with the frequency of the bus swaying a wave of sleepiness came up, and it was still some distance from my neighborhood, and I didn't have to worry about taking a nap.

Just when I thought I could wake up and return to a peaceful day, reality always came unexpectedly. That's right, something strange happened to me again.

After a familiar feeling of vertigo, I entered another world with the three people who had spoken ill of me and glanced at me on the bus, this time at the subway waiting point.

The three of them and I were a little overwhelmed, and even though we didn't know each other, we were subconsciously keeping a distance from them, only the two people we knew each other tightly were holding each other's hands, and the other person and I were standing in different places as if we couldn't see each other.

There was no one else but us at the subway station, the empty waiting spot was so weird that even the face of the spokesperson on the billboard made me feel panicked.

No one spoke for a long time, but this awkward scene did not last long, because there were even stranger things waiting for us. Having experienced two unusual events, I had a hunch that this time I was still in a world that was still not normal, and that something even more out of the ordinary would happen.

"Whew-" The long-lasting wind blowing through the hole caused a chill down my spine to run down my spine, and I had to be vigilant enough in such a strange state.

The train door slowly opened, and a female mechanical voice announcing the name of the station sounded on the platform, and everything was normal for now, and I continued to observe, everyone including me staring at the open door.

It wasn't until the moment the people in the car walked out that my hanging heart fell. Sure enough, what should happen is still going to happen.

I noticed the digital clock scrolling on the screen, 0:00. The train, which happened to appear at midnight, stopped steadily next to the platform, and the glass door separating passengers from the train opened at the same time as the train door, and from the moment the first passenger stepped down, the lights in the train became somewhat unstable, and by the time the last passenger came down, the lights were completely extinguished.

There were four people who came down, and four people who appeared on the platform.

Once again, the empty train disappeared into the dark tunnel.

At this time, in the subway station in the replica space, at the false time, the "Peach Blossom Spring" station, four passengers with the same appearance as us came down. That's right, I've been swept up in strange worlds again, whose work will it be this time? And who is behind the scenes?

"Who are you? Hey, I warn you... Don't come here! The two women, who seemed to be on good terms, hugged each other, took a pen from their bag and pointed at someone who looked exactly like them.

The two replicas rushed up even more recklessly after seeing their "threatening" movements, although they also wanted to escape, but their extremely trembling legs did not obey the call at all, and almost spread on the ground like melted ice cream.

The bodies of the two people trembled even more, and the pen in their hands also fell. With a crisp sound of the pen falling to the ground, two replicas of the people also rushed to their eyes, their fingertips touching their fragile necks, bending, and the cold touch spread out in all directions with their hands as the origin.

Their pupils shrank to a minimum, and even when they were choked by the throats, they tried their best to cry out for help. Too late, the Replicators completed their task.

All four of us were spared, and were forcibly confined by the replicators to the "enchantment" they had set up—a space made up of six mirrors.

The six mirrors were first covered with a layer of mist and blurred, then became clear, and gradually pieced together a human figure. In the end, the human figures reflected in each of the six mirrors appeared, and my hairs stood on end. The human form in the mirror is myself, but compared to the ontology, the mood of the person in the mirror seems extremely sluggish, and it is more appropriate to describe him as a "matchmaker" to call him a person.

The feeling of being surrounded by mirrors is the same as the feeling of someone else peeping at you, which is extremely uncomfortable, but it makes me feel even more embarrassed to be in a stalemate with these six lifeless "figs". I decided to do something about it, at least to investigate the person in the mirror who was facing me.

I waved my hand, the person in the mirror waved my hand, I smiled, he smiled, I pouted, he pouted, I made a surprised expression, he made the same expression. After a few rounds, I felt a little bored, just trapped in the "prison in the mirror", and I couldn't hear other people's voices, like a fool.

However, when I was looking down in the mirror, the expression of the person in the mirror changed, and he smiled happily. After trying for so long, is there finally a change? It seems that whether or not they can escape this "prison in the mirror" breakthrough point are the six people in the mirror.

I was very happy in the mirror again, and as I thought, he showed a dejected face this time like water. I didn't make any expression, but in the mirror, I took out a dagger and rushed at me angrily.

His reaction... Déjà vu? Looking at the familiar me in the mirror, after thinking for a few seconds, I probably understood the meaning of mirror refraction.

Perhaps each mirror represents every state of mind I have, and what they show is my truest appearance. It's just that I don't understand, are the illusionists doing this just to let us see our true selves? It can't be, so trying to trap me and a few strangers in an illusion, he will definitely do something to someone, so that he can achieve some kind of purpose.

"Do you really know yourself? Or maybe you've been running away from something," I asked myself in the mirror.

He deliberately met my eyes, as if a fishing rod was about to fish me out of the water. He only chuckled slightly, and did not make too many body movements, but it made me feel a great sense of pressure in my heart, and I wanted to run away, but my limbs did not obey the call at this time, and froze in place.

He seemed to see my intentions, "You can't escape, I am you, you are me, this mirror just provides a platform for communication"

"Now you... No, a few minutes ago you were still thinking about how to taunt these people with tinted glasses behind your back, and even had the idea of solving them on the spot, and you chose to ignore them, but they really poked you in the sore spot, didn't they? ”

"Forbearance is the best choice for you at the moment, causing trouble will keep you stuck in the quagmire and unable to extricate yourself, but don't forget" His hand pierced through the mirror and poked my chest, "There are all kinds of ** buried under the ground where no one is allowed to set foot in, and a small *** is needed for a concentrated explosion, in that case you won't be able to bear it"

"It's not as good as..." His tone became unusually sinister, clamping my jaw hard and threatening me. No, you must not listen to his consciousness, and it will be over if you are taken away by him! I closed my eyes and threw a punch at him with all my might, and the fist went through the mirror and hit him in the face, but I didn't realize it when I closed my eyes.

This three-legged cat kung fu was insignificant to him, he rubbed his face, and walked out of the mirror with silent steps step by step, but it gave me the feeling that the ground was going to be crushed by him as if he was stepping on a thousand pounds.

His scarlet pupils turned into sharp blades and rushed straight into my throat, and he was still constantly half-guiding and half-threatening me.

"Why don't you take this opportunity to use my strength to solve those who get in the way! This way, you will also have less psychological baggage."