Introduction:

I know that my Redeemer lives, and at the end he will stand on the earth. After this flesh of mine is destroyed, I will see God outside of the flesh.

—The Bible

Mirror Connection, Mirror Reverse Side

Dreams, hazy dreams, blur vision, and the body is as light as goose feathers, able to float in a third perspective, clearly seeing what the memories record.

The beauty lowered her head, but found that she could not see her body, and there were blurry points of light floating on the edge of her vision.

This seems to be the junction between dreams and memories.

She looked up and found herself in a delicate room, with white walls, dark wooden floors, pink curtains and dressers, and a bedside table full of valuable Lolita dolls. On the edge of the soft bed, a little girl with black hair was sitting with her back to her, the little girl was wearing a red and white lolita costume in the Gothic Lolita style, her long, curly hair was tied into two ponytails hanging down beside her, and she wore a printed headband on her head, and the little girl sat on the edge of the bed, looking like those dolls staring at her with empty eyes.

The beauty just wanted to walk forward, but found that the angle of vision turned slightly, and she walked around the plush carpet and saw the side face of the little girl.

The little girl's skin was very white, her eyes were large, her long false eyelashes lined with silver contacts, and a mole at the corner of her mouth, and she was looking out the window in the distance, as if there was something she was looking for.

"Come, let's put on lipstick, and we're done."

A woman with lipstick in her hand came to the little girl, she crouched down, raised her head and carefully outlined the little girl's lips.

The woman hummed a song, smoothed out her lipstick little by little, and stepped back from time to time, looking at her "work" with satisfaction.

"Alright." The woman put down her lipstick and picked up the small silver mirror on the dresser with gusto, "Look, you look so good, like a doll, so cute." ”

The little girl looked at herself in the mirror and frowned a little puzzledly, as if she didn't recognize who the person in the mirror was.

After a while, she looked up at the woman.

"Mom's ......"

"Huh?"

"Can I not dress like this?" She cautiously pleaded.

She seems to be rejecting these ill-fitting outfits.

Hearing this, the woman's face changed little by little, from initial satisfaction, to doubt, and then to anger.

Without saying a word, she raised her hand and slapped the little girl in the face, causing the little girl to fall to the ground.

"What do you say, you should wear it like this! Do you want to disobey your mother?! ”

"But ......" The little girl's face was beaten to the point of a handprint, and she covered her cheeks, not knowing why her mother was so angry.

The little girl's tears welled up in her eyes, and the woman was stunned when she saw the little girl's tears, as if she had thought of something sad, she slowly squatted down again, carried the little girl to the bed, and patiently straightened her skirt.

"Look at you, why are you so naughty, always making your mother angry......"

"Mom's ......"

"Don't cry, it took ...... makeup to cry again," the woman frowned.

"I, I'......," the little girl choked.

"I said stop crying!!" The woman screamed hysterically and turned her face all at once, "Can't you understand what I'm saying?!" Why are you always disobedient?! ”

The little girl's face turned pale with fright, and she shrank on the side of the bed and shivered, biting her lower lip and not daring to squeak.

The woman opened her eyes and took a few deep breaths to stabilize her emotions.

After a while, she leaned down and touched the little girl's head, and her tone was a little softer: "...... That's good, Evelyn, sit down, mom will touch up your makeup. ”

The woman said, turning and walking towards the dresser.

……

The hazy dream, little by little, is gone.

The beauty felt that her vision was gradually blurred, and the girl in front of her who was holding back her crying was also blurring a little.

Until, she fell into darkness.

The icy darkness pulled her deeper into the chaos of consciousness, and she seemed to be engulfed by an undercurrent, falling rapidly.

"No, don't-"

The beauty suddenly opened her eyes and sat up from the bed.

Her chest heaved and her mind seemed to remain in a chaotic dream.

She could vaguely recall the little girl in her dream and the woman who scolded her, but she didn't know who they were or why she dreamed like that......

The longer you stay in the Minghe System, the more things you will remember.

Sometimes she wonders if she will be happiest when she first enters the game.

At least, don't remember anything, don't think about anything.

And now, almost as soon as she closes her eyes and falls asleep, it is a nightmare, or a nightmare that she is completely confused.

I know that it may be my past, but I don't know why I have the experience that I have.

I can only guess a little, I am restless, and I keep imagining the felonies I have committed, and after that, the words "I deserve it" often become the final conclusion.

"Squeak-"

A few sparrows knocked on the window lattice, she turned around, and found that it was daylight outside the window, and she was sleeping in a small room, desk, bed, wardrobe, shower room, the things in the room were well arranged, cosmetics, stationery, clothes and other daily necessities were all available, this seemed to be just an ordinary bedroom.

Lifting the quilt, she walked barefoot on the floor, walked to the bathroom connected to the room, turned on the light switch, and the dim light illuminated the bathroom covered with white tiles, she looked at herself in the mirror, and felt that she was a little strange in the mirror - scattered black curls, dark circles under her eyes, pale skin, dry lips, and tired at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

No, it shouldn't be her.

Even in the [Minghe System], she has to be the best-looking woman.

Thinking so, she tied her hair up with a rubber band on the side of the washstand, took a pinch of water and threw it her cheek, and washed her face vigorously.

She wanted to wash away something, it seemed like a long-term tiredness, or a sin she had committed.

But sadly, she can't wash off either.

Drying the drops of water from her cheeks with a towel on the side, she looked at herself in the mirror attentively, tick, the water droplets dripped down her elbows and fell into the pool, which sounded exceptionally clear in a quiet space, the water splashed on the mirror surface slowly flowed down the cold mirror, leaving a few water marks, she looked at herself in the mirror, slowly raised the corners of her mouth, and the woman in the mirror also smiled at her, those eyes were like endless darkness, which made people drown.

She looked at herself, smiled, stretched out her hand, her fingertips and palms gently touched the cold mirror, and the arc of the smile on her face deepened a little.

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Mirror connection, mirror front

The police car drove through the fork in Fifth Avenue and onto Lexington Avenue.

Flanked by red-brick buildings, occasionally with bright windows on them, and casual shops on both sides of the street, restaurants, massage parlors, medical clinics, beauty salons, etc., NPCs come and go freely in those shops, and the neighborhood looks as harmonious and peaceful as a real-life scene.

J was sitting in the driver's seat of a police car, wearing a police uniform and a police hat, and the pigtails on the back of his head rubbed against the collar as he turned his head.

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, looked at the red light ahead, and gently applied the brakes.

Everything is normal.

Normal neighborhoods, normal pedestrians, normal cops.

But the only thing that is not normal is ......

J looked at the co-pilot, who was sitting a seven-year-old girl in a mini police uniform, Ogar.

She wore a low ponytail, and the policeman's hat was heavy and wide, making her upper body a little unbalanced, and she sat against the back of the chair, and her legs could not reach the co-pilot's footpad, which looked very funny.

“……”

(What the hell is this?) ）

J muttered in his heart, the red light in front turned green, he stepped on the accelerator, the police car drove forward, Ogar, who was sitting in the passenger seat, leaned back unsteadily, and her back slammed on the back of the chair, she held on to her hat and grabbed the handbrake to stabilize her body.

As a result, the police car rushed and almost hit the rear of the vehicle in front of it.

"Hey! What are you doing?! Will the police be able to do whatever they want?! The NPC man driving the car in front of him leaned out of the window and cursed.

“…… Sorry, sorry. J muttered, slowing down the speed and continuing on.

"Uncle J, I'...... Did you do something wrong? Ogar looked cautiously at J's side face.

“…… You're right, it's the system that is so weird. J sighed, "Don't you think it's weird for you to do this?" ”

"yes, I think so, too." Ogar nodded pretendedly.

"Oh? You think so too? ”

"yes, how can you not have a child seat, it's too dangerous." Ogar tugged at his seat belt, his voice a little puzzled.

“……”

J Forehead.

The police car drove up to a stop in front of the house at 92 Lexington Avenue.

Through the black car window, Ogar looked at a slightly gloomy house in front of him: "Uncle J, what are we going to do?" ”

J lowered his head, opened the notebook in the car, and found that a sentence was circled with a red pen on it-

[There was a shooting in room 92, and I quickly rushed to investigate. 】

He thought about it for a long time, and decided that the words "shooting" were slightly negative, and not words that seven-year-old Ogar should have heard.

He patted Ogar on the head.

Ogal looked back at him suspiciously, and the child's cheeks were flushed, like a green apple with a little ripeness.

"I have a business to complete, you stay in the car."

Ogar nodded as if he didn't understand, but immediately shook his head vigorously.

“…… But the news says that children cannot be locked in the car. ”

"Where did you hear the news?" J wondered.

"I forgot, I've heard it anyway."

“……”

The kid seems to have a point.

Locking the child in the car does have a certain risk, and leaving her like this is also a manifestation of irresponsibility.

After a long struggle in J's heart, one side made a compromise with the other.

"Okay, you can get out of the car with me, but remember, be sure to follow me closely and don't run around, okay?"

"Good!" Ogar nodded.

"Pull Hook?" J holds out his little finger.

"Pull Hook!" Ogar happily made a promise.

So, a ridiculous police combination just got out of the car and stood in front of house No. 92, one big and one young, with an age difference of more than 20 years.

J walked up the steps, cleared his throat, raised his hand, and knocked on the door.