I sat down on the last stone step of the staircase, and I couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

During the day, the blackened iron door was emerging in the deepest part of the corridor, and the outline of a door could be faintly seen in the darkness.

“… Call.... ”

The cold air blowing overhead carried the smell of rain for several days, and it was really a little damp.

I was in a trance, and I knew very well in my heart that this was another illness.

Then he took out the half of the crumpled box of cigarettes from his arms, lit one and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm", I felt much more refreshed for a while, but this cigarette stock is running out, and I must find a way to get out of here before the last one.

After two sharp puffs, I suddenly realized something?

immediately found out that it had been a full day and a night without keeping in touch with Lao Yan's daughter on the phone.

"She..., I don't know what's going on."

I couldn't help but scold myself for being so forgetful and heartless, and immediately clicked on the address book on my phone.

Just as I wanted to try to call Lao Yan's number, there was a slight vibration from my fingertips.

I rubbed my eyes and realized that there were more than 20 missed calls.

"TM's... Ganzi, Ganzi, that's how you treated your brother's last words on his deathbed, damn it. ”

I sneered and wanted to give myself a few mouthfuls, but the first thing I needed was to ask her about the situation first.

The trembling hand pressed the green "dial" button little by little, and his heart was already in a fluster.

It was as if Lao Yan was sitting next to me, covered in blood, holding my shoulder and smiling.

"Stinky boy, if my daughter has any three long and two short, I will help you report to Lord Yama first, and when she comes down, she will enter the oil pot."

"Hiss".

I couldn't help but feel a little chilled, and my hands trembled a little as I listened to the waiting tone on the phone.

Suddenly remembering her frightened voice, it made me cry heartbreakingly, and that sassy figure looked like a little girl.

Three phone calls in succession, but the result was no answer.

I couldn't help but feel a little irritable, and I couldn't help but want to slap myself a few times when I looked at the shadows reflected under the screen.

"Uncle Gan..., it's... Is that you. ”

Suddenly, a soft, puzzled voice echoed in my ears.

I hurriedly put my phone over, and for a moment all kinds of feelings in my heart went crazy, but I didn't know how to say it at the first time.

"It's... It's me. ”

"I... I've got a little trouble here, but I'll be able to get there soon, so you'll have to hold on. ”

"Uncle Gan... Woo, I finally hear you. ”

On the other side, Lao Yan's daughter's voice trembled, and after confirming that it was really "me", she finally couldn't help crying.

"Don't cry... Don't cry... It's uncle who is not good, I... I'm damn damn it. ”

I listened to her words with sadness.

I can even imagine that she was huddled in the corner with Lao Yan's body in her arms and weeping, surrounded by empty darkness.

“… What about the others, you... Didn't come out of the iron gate? ”

I swallowed the sourness in my heart and whispered a little.

I didn't dare to reveal the slightest reproach to myself between the words, for fear that she would hear it and misunderstand.

"They... I don't know, I don't know anything ... Woooooooooooooo

"All I remember is that the archaeological team members screamed in the darkness one by one and then disappeared."

"Uncle Gan... I am now surrounded by bronze mirrors, and on the ceiling above my head, there is a huge Taiji diagram that rotates all the time."

"I'm really scared, I'm really scared... Woowoo woo".

I know that the Taiji diagram he is talking about is the nine-song serial machine bracket that Wu Laogou was afraid of, which can be called the ancestor of the mechanism in the tomb.

Her voice was filled with the unbearable fear of an eighteen-year-old girl, and now I seemed to be the only relative in the world.

“… I... Don't be afraid, what's there to be afraid of in a few mirrors, you must obediently stay in the corner, you know. ”

I had a hunch in my heart that something seemed to be wrong, just to mention that this king of the machine, who had made Wu Laogou feared, had a total of hundreds of dead doors.

There are no less than a thousand internal structures and gear chains, which are interlocking and kill people step by step, and even if I am by her side, I may not be able to escape safely.

My heart was already in chaos, but in the next second, Lao Yan's daughter's voice seemed to let me walk into an ice cave, and a chill bloomed all over my body.

"Woo... But I'm really scared, I'm so scared that the "me" in those mirrors will be out of harmony with me, and I don't know why I think so...".

Lao Yan's daughter's voice echoed in the dark space.

At the same time, I suddenly remembered the gibberish of the mentally ill man in the hospital room during the day.

"Don't look in the mirror... Never look in the mirror... Headless ghosts... The headless ghost is coming. ”

I gradually hung up the phone, listening to her heart-wrenching words, I could only keep reassuring and promising her that I would definitely rush over to save her.

The cold stone steps beneath his feet stretched downward with the darkness.

In the depths of the corridor in front of me was the strange iron door painted with black paint.

"One step..."

"Two steps..."

"Three steps."

I finally made my way to the iron door and watched the latch loose on it pull to the right.

"Squeak..."

The sound of iron rubbing against iron irritates my eardrums.

This noise, which even ordinary people can't stand, magnified the moment a thousand times in the dark, and it sounds completely weird.

At this moment, I finally knew why the iron door in front of me was painted black, it must have been because it was too rotten before.

There are rust stains in many places, and even a gentle touch can make a loud noise.

Finally, I pulled the deadbolt open little by little, and when the iron door opened, it was a moment.

I froze in place, only to feel that my whole body was soaked with cold sweat, and I felt indescribably uncomfortable.

Behind the iron gate, there is neither a road to the outside world nor a wall blocked by blue bricks, but a huge mercury mirror.

This modern mirror is almost the same size as the bathroom mirror that I accidentally broke in my hospital room during the day.

It's just that in the dim light, looking at the other "self" in the mirror, I can't help but feel a little hairy in my heart.

At this moment, the words that Lao Yan's daughter cried and told me just now remembered a little bit in my heart.

She said she was trapped in a room full of bronze mirrors, and told me that she was really scared that the "shadow" in the mirror would suddenly come to life.

"Could it be a coincidence", I don't know.

It's just that I can't help but be stunned by the other self in front of me, and even my steps subconsciously retreat backwards.

But what scared me the most in the next second happened, I saw myself in the mercury mirror in front of me, but suddenly distorted my body a little bit.

When the picture froze again, I couldn't help but stare at my bloodshot eyes and gradually return to normal.

Looking at the familiar face in the mirror, which was almost a day and night, I almost burst into tears.

"Little... Xiaonan? ”

Although I know very well that nine times out of ten this is my own hysteria.

But I've been waiting for this moment for too long, and even a hallucination is really enough to comfort my fragile mind for more than ten years.

"Little girl... Do you know how much I miss you every day, you can take me away. ”

"I really don't want to leave you for a minute... Take me away. ”

If those former old people or Wu Laogou and Lao Yan stood here at this moment, they would definitely be surprised, this man who was once iron-clad with three points of temper and seven points of ruffianism.

would be so sad that I cried when I was looking at a woman in the mirror.

It's just that at this moment, my heart seems to be torn open with a knife, and the bits and pieces of the past come to mind again.

Whether it is bleak or sour, it has become with the appearance of the real "heroine" in the story... It's not that important anymore.