It was such a mirror that was not gorgeous and had no extra decoration that made Lu Shaozhen feel the coming of the crisis again, and he suddenly deserted in his mind at this time, he thought that if this mirror was slightly packaged, such as framing it with a beautiful European frame or a beautiful border made of bamboo hollow in the Dragon Kingdom, it could greatly reduce the hideousness that it could exude.

It can be said that this mirror is like his naked heart, completely facing his fears, but no shelter is so terrifying.

But if you think about it from another angle, it can also be said that there is no distraction, which makes Lu Shaozhen preoccupied with the mirror itself, so that the atmosphere of this dirty and murderous scene is vividly conveyed to the bottom of his heart.

In fact, Lu Shaozhen vaguely had a feeling, but he was forced to admit the essence of his thinking, that is, he had a kind of mirror in front of him was actually a nothing, that is to say, it was an illusory product of his own concept, and this positive, unadorned, and terrifying mirror was his own soul itself.

Cold sweat flowed like rain unconsciously across his brow, and then almost fell into his eyes, but even so, he still did not blink, for fear had suppressed his mind a little, and he only felt that any neglect of duty in the reality would be a fatal blow.

The figure on the opposite mirror became clearer and clearer, and as Lu Shaozhen approached, the light falling on him seemed to brighten up, but even so, Lu Shaozhen still couldn't see who the person on the mirror was!

Can't you see it yourself! Lu Shaozhen gritted her teeth tightly, her cheeks bulged, and the panting sound in her nose became heavier.

The statues next to them were so quietly motionless, judging from Lu Shaozhen's current position, they were staring at the direction behind Lu Shaozhen together, and their pale and mysterious faces appeared in the darkness.

What's going on? Why is the person in the mirror always a shadow? I am getting closer and closer, and the figure in the mirror is getting bigger and bigger, but why is it getting more and more blurry? This is obviously against the normal laws of physics!

Could it be that there is a problem with my eyesight?

Lu Shaozhen didn't find that since when, his mind is full of such thoughts, like a perpetual motion machine, which is never sleepless, and there is no space for him to think about things objectively, he seems to be trapped in a subjective world and cannot extricate himself.

The thirst for knowledge is like a lighthouse in the trek leading him forward, a lost child, who has no ability to think about why he is moving forward, but just obeys the call of instinct and keeps moving forward.

The gray fog has not dissipated for several months, and the original street corner has lost its original scene at this time, although the essence has not changed, but it is blurred as far as the eye can see, which is already the biggest change for himself.

Man is a creature far from the essence, but the contradiction is so clear, he lives in the bondage of the essence at the same time, because the complex organic combination of opposites constitutes human nature. Lu Shaozhen felt that he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, he thought back carefully, he had lived in this fog since he could remember, and this perennial fog had shown a diametrically opposite impression in his subjective world, but for some reason, he always felt that he had seen the warmth and color of the sun, and had seen the red bricks and green tiles in the streets and alleys and the mossy stone brick paths.

How so? It's like something happened in a previous life, or like some kind of psychic who suddenly ingested the memories of his ancestors, after all, there is no shortage of such cases in the world.

Lu Shaozhen lay on the window and stared blankly at the depths of the fog, he supported his chin with his hands, and his face was slightly deformed under the squeezing. It is not so much that he is looking at the fog that has no practical meaning, but rather that he is looking at the boundaries of his own thoughts, and exploring other possibilities in a wild way.

If he could immediately put his thoughts and thoughts into writing, then it would be a good stream-of-consciousness novel, but this possibility does not exist, and when he really wants to be out of the dust, how can he blame the pen?

In this way, while he was thinking wildly, he suddenly saw an outline suddenly appear in the thick fog in front of him.

This immediately attracted Lu Shaozhen's attention. Oh? Is someone coming? It should be a burly man who looks like this.

At first, Lu Shaozhen didn't care, in this fog that can't see the sun all the year round, the cold humidity is the only feeling that can be grasped and ruthlessly erodes life, and the passion of people's lives has become distorted in this invisible suppression, and the most indignant thing is that they didn't feel any discomfort for this.

Maybe it's because I have always kept the image of the sun in my heart, or maybe the sun is a beautiful and dreamy dream after all.

Then, just when Lu Shaozhen was about to continue his train of thought and ignore the sudden uninvited guest, what happened next completely interrupted his existing train of thought.

I saw that the figure that gradually emerged from the fog was tall and straight, he was wearing a velvet gray-black coat, he looked slender, and he wore a round-brimmed hat on his head, which was pressed so low that it almost blocked the face.

From time to time, the wind swept through the mist, and the mist seemed to be a potion of the wind, moving with the path of the wind.

The man's body was suddenly surrounded by a thick and faint mist, so much so that these mist danced around the man's body like a little devil, forming a dynamic cycle.

Who is this person? Where did it come from? It doesn't seem to be like an ordinary resident of the fog capital, but rather like a special situation of an underground organization.

The man stopped not far from Lu Shaozhen's window, and the sound of his leather soles stepping on stone bricks also stopped abruptly.

The man stood there fixedly, facing Lu Shaozhen, without raising his head or speaking, which was really strange.

Lu Shaozhen became vigilant, he wouldn't be an enemy agent with an evil purpose! Wouldn't that be a huge conspiracy? And why didn't the man move? What the hell is he doing?

Lu Shaozhen's upper body leaned forward slightly, holding the windowsill with both hands, which was a hint of nervousness, and he said loudly: "Hey, sir, what are you doing?" ”

The man didn't react, and Lu Shaozhen asked again strangely: "Sir, do you need any help?" If I did, I would know everything! ”