In the mirror, she was still wearing an army-colored fur coat as usual, with neat short hair.

The eyes are like a crescent moon in the night sky, clear and simple, as if they can hook my soul.

For so many years, I have lived for her, fought for her, and even gave up the best time for treatment in the last three months.

It's all for her.

At this moment, she suddenly appeared, how could she not let my heart hurt tears and tears flowed down my cheeks.

"Little girl... How are you doing down there.... ”

"Little girl... Take me away, even in hell...".

I whispered softly, but tears were already pouring in my face like a river bursting its banks.

The beautiful woman in the mirror smiled a little, but was silent.

Watching her arms poke out of the mirror little by little, and then caress my face, I subconsciously clenched her hand, but it was so cold at the moment.

It is a cold that hurts the bone marrow, stimulating every pore of the body from the inside out.

I watched her smile and turn around a little, and then left the mirror, and the tears were like bursting banks, and the flood could not be stopped anymore.

"Xiaonan..., where are you going?"

"Xiao Nan."

A moment later, I woke up from my vision, and the huge mercury mirror in front of me reflected my own shadow.

In the dim light, there was a strange spine piercing.

"Don't look in the mirror..., never look in the mirror..."

The mentally ill man's words still echo in my ears, like a noise machine stuffed into my ears, shouting at me all the time.

"Whew..."

I took a deep breath in the mirror and pulled out the half of the pack of cigarettes in my pocket.

I put it in my mouth and lit a fire, and I choked on the unique taste of tobacco after being damp.

"Ahem... Cough. ”

"What the hell, how can I even believe the words of a mentally ill person."

I sneered, but I gradually felt bad in my heart.

Just as he wanted to lift his legs and leave, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Aren't you a mentally ill person yourself?"

There is only one possibility at such a close distance, the sound is coming from the mirror.

And the voice was terrifyingly familiar, like someone was deliberately imitating my voice.

Gradually turned around, and the shadow reflected in the mirror in front of him was still himself.

Little by little, I removed the cigarette from my mouth.

Pinched off the spark and ignited it again, then pinched off the spark and so on and on, I literally kept repeating the movements of my hand like a psychopath.

It wasn't until I pinched the cigarette that I was left with the last cut of the cigarette that the scene in the mirror in front of me was finally out of sync with myself.

When I lit the cigarette in my mouth for the last time, he stared at me as if he had been teased by me.

"It's not hysteria..., and it's not a split personality."

I kept giving myself hints, but the sight didn't go away.

Not only that, but it also became more terrifying, making me, a "dirt mouse" who has been doing it for more than ten years, tremble from the bottom of my heart.

Looking at the "me" in the mirror that is exactly the same as himself, he stared at himself expressionlessly.

And I was so frightened that I took several steps back, and my palms and even my whole body were covered in cold sweat, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water.

"Who are you...".

With the experience of more than ten years of exploration, I quickly stabilized my mind, but this time I was not facing the product of the failure of the little devil's experiment.

It's a torture that comes from the heart of the soul.

The "I" in the mirror was still expressionless and did not answer.

It's just that in the dark light, the eyes seem to turn purple little by little, like the black glow of a full grape.

Two blackened blood stains flowed down the sides of his cheeks little by little, looking extremely strange and terrifying.

"I'm you... Ganzi. ”

I was so frightened that I sat down on the ground with my buttocks, and my eyes widened to see that the "self" in the mirror was crawling on the ground little by little.

A bloodied arm poked out of the mirror and grabbed my ankle.

At the same time, I heard loud footsteps behind me.

"Smack, smack..."

The sound echoed through the dark stairwell, making an eerie sound, like a pair of heavy iron boots stepping on the old cement stone steps.

The sound of footsteps made me more and more flustered, and I didn't know what was coming down the stairs little by little, but I had a vague premonition in my heart that something ominous.

I have experienced so many strange things in the past ten years, but I have never been so afraid as I am today.

I took a deep breath and stared at the bruises on my forehead, and I was about to break free from the strange force of the arm that was about to break free from the mirror.

In the dim light in front of you.

The huge mercury mirror suddenly reflected a scene behind me, a scene that I will never forget.

A little silhouette of a human figure followed the darkness towards my place, and he held an untold handle in his hand.

It's just that the air is filled with a strong smell of blood.

Staring at the scene in the mirror with wide eyes, he suddenly felt that something seemed to be missing from this figure.

"Head... He has no head. ”

I woke up suddenly, and in a desperate attempt to turn around, I collided with the terrifying "humanoid" creature behind me.

The first thing that catches your eye is a pair of tall iron boots, the boots are carved with ancient and old patterns, I don't know what era they were produced.

I looked up a little bit, and my eyes swept over my legs, which were very strong and thick enough, and the calves alone seemed to catch up with the thickness of my thighs.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, beyond the reach of even a battle-hardened veteran.

Only in ancient times, through the cold weapon fighting and the trembling of the soul, could this terrifying murderous aura be cultivated.

It's like an ancient general who has been charging into battle all his life, standing alive in front of me.

His gaze rose slightly, except for a pair of armor stained with blood and scraps of flesh, and a chest stained with a large patch of blood on his neck.

At this moment, I finally realized that he was not actually headless, and his jawbone, which was wider than normal, was still intact on his chin.

Only the head to the bridge of the nose, along with the eyes and nose, were completely shattered and disappeared, and the huge wound was still clearly visible.

It was as if someone had smashed half of his head with a blunt object.

He clutched a heavy mace in his hand, and the sharp thorns on the head of the stick seemed to have been baptized by thousands of years and had been covered with rust.

But it was still stained with large patches of blood and cerebral medullary scraps, and it was dripping blood on the ground.

He was standing motionless in front of me at the moment, and I finally knew why the mentally ill man was so scared during the day.

If it weren't himself who knelt on the ground, but any ordinary person, I am afraid that he would be frightened and crazy by the scene in front of him.

My eyes widened, and although my brain was already blank, my subconsciously clenched fists seemed to have a thousand powers.