The scales of fate have never swayed for anyone, and the reality of the mirror will not judge life and death.

When the first rays of the morning sun woke Guanglong up, he got up from the ground sleepily.

He wondered if he was dead? Why is the layout of the room different, it is actually the opposite. Has it been rearranged?

The sofa is obviously facing east, but it is now facing west; There are also TVs, refrigerators, and even beds all in the opposite direction. It is obviously impossible to say that someone changed positions overnight. How boring is it or obsessive-compulsive for someone to break into the door and help you arrange the furniture instead of asking for money? Only if he pays attention to the image in the mirror, the layout inside is normal.

Guanglong recalled how long he had been in a coma, and when he walked into the study, he found that his computer was still running. The scribbled picture on the screen was done yesterday.

He is a non-famous cartoonist, and after graduating from a vocational art school, he officially entered the ranks of unemployed vagrants. With the sensory impact of his childhood anime, his two-dimensional plot has always accompanied his growth, supporting his dream to the present. Although his comic works are still not appreciated, they are still silently persistent.

Due to the desk work day and night, it is very likely to cause sudden death. Death from overwork is the norm today, and the pressure of life coupled with sub-health greatly increases the chance of sudden death at work. The sudden death of a player on a football pitch is no longer news.

What confirms that he is dead is the message of his mobile phone: Welcome to the world of the dead. Strange, the mobile phone shows that there is no network and signal, so where does the information come from?

When he went outside, he realized that something was unusual. The streets and even the buildings are the opposite of reality, and other than that, they are no different. This is the world after death? He woke up from the reluctance of death and gradually accepted the facts.

The spirits of the dead in the world of the dead are also human, but there is no shadow.

When strangers swarmed around Guanglong, he realized that he was different: he was the only one who had a shadow.

A middle-aged man with an abominable face sighed in amazement: "Who are you sacred?" How can there be a shadow. ”

The others seemed to have seen a monster, pointed around Guanglong, and then dodged away in horror.

Guanglong felt flattered, although he was not noticed when he was alive before, and now that people noticed him because of the shadow, he still had an inexplicable sense of accomplishment: I am so different because I have something they don't have.

An old man with bearded eyebrows pondered, "He is from another world. The old man has lived a lifetime, and it is the first time he has seen a person with a shadow. ”

Most people still respect Guanglong as a god and think that he is very human. There are also people who boldly touch him, and they feel different from the coldness of the locals.

Guanglong turned from the superiority of the stars holding the moon at the beginning to falling into contemplation, until the people around him were gone, he was still brainstorming: Since it is the world of the dead, why is the scene a mirror image of reality, people have no shadows, and their bodies are cold, is there really a soul?

He just figured out one thing: as a cartoonist, he painted the world on a flat surface, in two dimensions rather than three dimensions. The presence or absence of shadows just confirms this difference, if it is a two-dimensional plane, it is impossible to have a shadow, while one's three-dimensional three-dimensional has a shadow. In other words, the soul of our impression may exist in two dimensions, and the soul is as thin as a piece of paper.

Guanglong was secretly frightened, even if the virtual image in the mirror could reflect the shadow, it was actually a two-dimensional embodiment, so the scenes of the two worlds were opposite. This is the only reason that can be explained. As for his own shadow, maybe he is not dead? is struggling between life and death.

The vibrating sound of his phone interrupted his train of thought, and there was a new message: Please try to live until the next dawn.

Guanglong smiled, similar system settings are too common in two-dimensional comics and games. If you don't die and complete the tasks released by the system, will you be able to return to your own world?

There is no doubt about the answer, but there is peace on the street, and he is not in danger, and what is dazzling is only his own extra shadow, which will be jealous. He pondered that the time point was dawn, and he needed to be wary of the long night.

Guanglong walked in the attention of everyone, and gradually regained his self-confidence. The so-called world of the dead, he is full of expectations to become the real king.

It wasn't until late evening that the people on the street suddenly disappeared and he began to panic. The more you go, the darker it gets, there are no creatures, the world is full of darkness, and the tall buildings on both sides have no lights.

The sky was dark, and I couldn't see my fingers. It turns out that it is at night that the world of the dead shows its true face.

Guanglong felt shuddered, the system's reminder was not alarmist, and it was full of danger all the time. At least he was already panicked psychologically, and he didn't dare to take the easy task of holding on until dawn. He felt the darkness fill with terrifying eyes, staring at him in panic and disorientation.

Hide as soon as possible, God knows what monsters will rush out of the darkness, and he doesn't want to stay in the cold world of the dead forever. He thought about it in his heart, quickly calmed down, and then touched the side of the street without feeling out of his breath.

The streets here are the opposite of reality, and with his own memory, Guanglong gradually became familiar with it, silently reciting the familiar roads and shops, and his steps became faster.

As he walked, he thought that if there was no light, the hidden enemy would not find out where he was, unless the other party had far-infrared rays that received heat, and his own heat was not a level higher than the surrounding area. If that's the case, maybe there's a sniper with a gun aimed at him somewhere.

He didn't dare to stop, and even ran. At this time, there were painful wails in my ears from time to time, like a ghost crying. After hesitating, he tripped over something under his feet, and the Guanglong dog gnawed on the mud and fell forward.

Guanglong didn't stop for half a minute when he landed, he jumped up violently. Because he felt Devil May Cry getting closer and closer, and even had a ghost's hand on his shoulder.

Whether it is a human or a ghost, it is not good for oneself. Ordinary people have long since disappeared and will not come out in the middle of the night to hang out. Guanglong broke free from the control behind him and slammed forward. Just beside the street, changing to the center road is not dangerous.

His inference was correct, it was purely accidental to encounter the ghosts along the way, and they obviously did not rely on their sight to lock on to their targets, but to rely on their keen hearing. However, the situation is becoming more and more unfavorable, and his stride and heavy breathing attract more and more ghosts.

While running, Guanglong took off his shoes with difficult movements to reduce the stimulation of the sound on the back. It's not very pleasant to race barefoot with a group of ghosts, but the streets are not cleaned very cleanly, and the sand and gravel are always testing the fragile soles of the feet, and I am afraid that no one will clean them for a long time.

He was just complaining about how he didn't see these ghosts during the day, whether it was the time that belonged to them at night, or whether those passers-by had turned into terrible ghosts in the dark.

The eyes that were shaking in the darkness finally received a glimmer of light. Guanglong didn't dare to slack off, as the light in the distance gradually cleared, he didn't dare to get closer, but the drive behind him made him instinctively run away.

Guanglong almost stopped in surprise, the light source was a KTV, which did not exist in reality.