Since it is a mirror image, it needs to have a mirror surface and a parallel point, which is the center of the stone bridge and stone bridge.

I have not been able to catch up with the stone bridge, and it is precisely because of the mirror image that I take a step closer to the stone bridge, and the stone bridge will take a step back, always maintaining a constant distance from me.

As for the stone bridge, it has always existed, but only half of it, there is no saying on the other side of the bridge, because of the existence of mirror planes and parallel points, after crossing the center line of the stone bridge, what you arrive at is the mirror parallel world mirrored by the mirror surface, that is, another ancient town and that half of the stone bridge.

Because the stone bridge is only halfway there, when I cross the center line and walk down the stone bridge, the rope that was originally tied to me is reversed, so the rope does not come from the stone bridge but from behind me.

It would be terrible if it were really mirror parallel, because that in itself is a paradox. Mirror parallel, I can walk from the real world to the stone bridge and cross the mirror plane to the mirror parallel world of the real world, everything is reversed, and this is still an irreversible process.

Since everything is opposite and parallel, it is like two parallel but opposite rays, the two cannot intersect in any case, let alone cross into each other's realm, unless there is one between the two that is not bound by the rules of parallelism, for example, when the real world moves towards the mirror plane, the mirror and parallel have not yet begun, and when the people in the real world cross the mirror plane, the mirror parallel party will start, and then there may be the result of mirror parallelism.

And if this is really possible, then the world before I crossed the bridge is the real world, and the world that I am in now that can never get close to the stone bridge is the mirror parallel world, and the moment I walk across the bridge, the mirror parallel has already begun, and I can't go back to this side anyway, because this is a paradox in itself.

Thinking about it, cold sweat flowed down, and I began to pray in my heart that it would not be the latter, even if it was for me to see more zombies, as long as there was hope to go back, I would be acceptable.

I took a deep breath, it was very easy to prove these two guesses, I just had to follow the red thread tied to me all the way and see if I returned to the doctor when I got to the end of the line, and then I would know the result.

Whether it's a mirror parallel world or an illusion, it's not going to be good, the longer I stay, the worse my mood will be, once the mentality collapses, the mind and reason will also be affected, I have to find a way to get out of here while the mind is still clear and clear. So I didn't hesitate, I pulled the red thread in my hand and wrapped it around my fingers, and slowly walked towards the depths of the ruins.

As I went deeper, my heart sank more and more, and the picture I least wanted to see came into view little by little. At the top of the ruins was a ruined bluestone floor, and the rest of the floor was completely blackened by fire, followed by a large amount of charcoal and the few unburned remains of wooden buildings. Apparently, there was a fire here and the whole town was engulfed in flames.

What makes me uneasy is not the remnants of these huge fires, but these remnants make me feel very familiar, the outermost bluestone floor, it is obvious that it is the bluestone square by the stone bridge outside the ancient town, the place where the square and the ancient town are connected is a three-story wooden building, which has now been all turned into charcoal.

Another ancient town, or is this a mirror parallel world of the ancient town?

It was a bit premature to draw conclusions based on a square that had been burned beyond recognition, and I didn't want to believe it, so I went deeper.

Coke, coke, or coke, only after a fire broke out in a large number of wooden buildings will leave this charred black scene, and the bluestone main street and the river next to the street can still be distinguished, which can also confirm my suspicion, this is indeed an ancient town, after being engulfed in a fire.

As I continued down the main street, the sights along the way were familiar, and I was stunned when I came to a well-preserved wooden building.

Inn, this is the inn! Although it was also badly damaged, and the outer part of the area was even completely charred, I recognized this as the inn we had been living in for the rest of our time.

Looking at the half-burned inn door, I hesitated for a moment and walked in.

The hall is in good condition, with only a lot of smoke and no disturbed beams and columns, as well as the main floor slabs around it. The moment I walked in, I suddenly had a very strange feeling in my heart, as if there was something familiar to me.

I looked around the first floor, and when I came to the counter in the hall, I leaned my head to look inside, and almost screamed in fright. I saw a hideous-looking dried corpse lying on the bamboo chair behind the counter, the hair on his forehead was very thin, his whole face had been completely dehydrated and dried, wrinkled into a ball, his eyes had completely rotted, his two eye sockets were staring at me hollowly, and the clothes he was wearing were the same style as those worn by the residents of the ancient town.

It took me a long time to react, and somehow, I felt that this corpse was somewhat familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere.

It was a strange feeling, but no matter how much I recalled, I could never remember where I had seen such a person. It's no wonder, after all, the face of the corpse in front of me looks like a lump of cow dung that has been dried for a long time, and even if I really saw him, now that it's like this, I may not be able to recognize it even if I am a fucking god.

The corpses looked disgusting and uncomfortable, so I immediately moved away and continued my search, only to find two more corpses in the backyard with similar shapes. Their deaths were the same, they were all stripped of their water, and they became no different from air-dried cow dung, and there were no obvious injuries on their bodies, and there were no signs of burning, so I think the cause of their death had nothing to do with the fire in the ancient town.

However, what surprised me the most was the clothes worn by these two people, they were all casual clothes, looking at the style, it was still a very fashionable and popular style in recent years. My brain buzzed, and my heart suddenly messed up, what the hell is going on, who are these people? How could you die in such a place?

I suppressed the shock in my heart, held back my nausea and fear, rummaged through the pockets of the two of them's clothes, and finally found a wallet in the jacket pocket of one of the corpses.

In addition to cash, I also flipped through an ID card, a few bank cards, and a work card, and looked at the name on it: Moyang Tourism Group.