If the Shadow could speak, it would hate Dewey and curse at it.

But it doesn't.

After Du Wei put on the mask, the black shadow appeared unsuspectingly in the world of mirrors.

Its essence is already a masked spirit.

When Du Wei put on the mask, the bloodshot eyes were both black shadows.

Therefore.

Du Wei stared at the little girl sitting on the swing, as if the black shadow was also staring at it.

The target appears.

Malicious intent immediately emanated from Du Wei's shell like a tide.

The black shadow stared at the little girl, and the malice became stronger and stronger.

Du Wei felt the evil thoughts surging in his mind, and he suddenly had a bold idea.

If the Black Shadow controls its own body, according to its killing mechanism, it may be able to use some new tricks.

So, Du Wei simply handed over his body to the black shadow to manipulate.

Anyway, he can take back his body at any time.

The next second.

The shadow seemed stunned for a moment, and it looked down at its hands, as if in some kind of confusion.

These hands are not theirs.

The little girl swinging on the side was still facing away from the black shadow.

The black shadow hesitated for a moment, and the malice became turbulent and cold, and it directly stretched out its hand and walked behind the little girl.

And then.

Both hands directly grasped the other person's mind.

Twist it gently......

Click, the whole head was easily taken off by it.

There was no resistance at all, and the process was as easy as a dream.

The shadow froze.

It carried its head and held it high.

Du Wei was also staring at the head from a third-person perspective.

The whole head took on a gray color, it seemed to be completely dehydrated, and most of all, its expression was horrified, as if it had seen something terrible before dying.

And on the swing, it loses its head and its torso is still sitting.

The swing is shaking.

The scene is getting weirder and weirder.

Du Wei took a deep breath and directly regained control of his body.

The black shadow didn't even have time to react, and he was squeezed out again, becoming a shell on his body.

"So what the hell are you?"

Du Wei casually threw his head away and looked around with his mask on.

A dead tree, a swing.

And then there's nothing.

Suddenly......

Du Wei smiled, he took out the previous mirror, and reflected the scene in front of him.

There hasn't been much change from before, it's still dead trees and swings,

But in the state of spiritual vision, Du Wei saw that in the mirror, the little girl's torso was reflected.

"So you're outside the mirror......"

After Du Wei finished speaking, he turned around and left.

No matter how evil this thing is, the black shadow has already screwed its head off, so the so-called can't get out, and it doesn't exist at all.

But this gave Du Wei a wake-up call.

The little girl's body is actually outside the mirror, but if you take off its head in the mirror, even if it is outside, it will die.

Moreover, it simply does not discover itself.

This just validates Dewey's previous idea of killing Hannibal.

But then, there seems to be an obvious bug.

A mirror that divides the world into two sides.

Du Wei entered the mirror from outside the mirror, so he shouldn't have disappeared from the mirror.

That is, outside the mirror, there is also a reflection of Dewey.

Come to think of this.

Du Wei quickened his pace, and his intuition told him that outside the mirror, it was not just a simple reflection, it should be the mirror spirit.

……

Outside the mirror.

Inside that store.

Hannibal had already made it to the second floor.

In the middle of the second floor, there is a one-man high mirror.

There was no one around.

Hannibal took a deep breath and sniffed the air.

The name Ogre brought him not only the fear of others, but also the perception of smell.

He is very familiar with the taste of people.

But at this moment, Hannibal did not smell anyone's breath.

The smile on his lips became more and more obvious, and he walked over to the mirror and looked at himself.

It looks like you're checking your own meter.

"In this deserted neighborhood, any mirror becomes a medium for evil spirits, and this is the home of evil spirits."

"So, you're not Dewey, you're the mirror spirit."

Hannibal's tone was unhurried, elegant and gentlemanly, as if in his eyes it was nothing more than a farce.

Suddenly.

In the one-person-high mirror in front of him, a figure slowly walked in.

He carried a bag on his back, and his face was full of indifference.

It's Du Wei.

When Hannibal saw this, the obscurity in his eyes became more and more intense, and he turned around directly.

Moment.

"Du Wei" didn't know when, but he had already appeared behind him.

Hannibal's face remained unchanged, but he said lightly: "It seems that although you came ten minutes earlier than me, your luck is not too good, so you should be in the mirror now, and this one in front of me is just a clumsy pretender." ”

He knew that this Du Wei was definitely not his own kind, but a mirror evil spirit.

And the mirror, which resembled Du Wei's reflection, showed a strange smile.

Without seeing it make any movement, it appeared in front of him at a speed that Hannibal could not even react to, and his hands were stuck around his neck.

Hannibal flashed a bloodthirsty smile at it: "I've always hated dealing with evil spirits, because your taste is really bad, too bad. ”

At the same time as the voice landed.

The mirror spirit froze, and it hurriedly let go of its hand to escape, but as soon as it stepped back, its arms inexplicably broke from its shoulders.

It's the same with the legs.

Immediately after that, there is the head......

If it weren't for the absence of blood, the whole scene would be very bloody and brutal.

Because that's dismemberment.

At this moment, the ogre exposes the brutal side of its elegant exterior.

He took a step forward.

The head of the mirror demon suddenly showed a strange smile at him.

Immediately afterward, the mutilated limbs, along with its torso, shattered and scattered like mirrors.

Hannibal reached down and pulled down the cap to cover the shards of the mirror.

Hunters have very different abilities other than evil spirits, but few of them have the kind of power that can directly affect reality.

In other words, they can't be like evil spirits and directly affect reality.

"Let me see, where have you been......"

Hannibal licked his lips, and his blue eyes slowly filled with bloodshots.

His mental state has always been very unstable.

It's just that because of his own achievements in psychology, he has always been in a controllable state.

But once he started to do it, he was a combination of brutality and sanity.

No one and no evil spirit can escape from him.

"Something is wrong."

Hannibal narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look in the mirror behind him.

In the mirror.

Du Wei reached out for the gun, looked at Hannibal with a blank face, and pulled the trigger directly.

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