I stared at Tian Xinyuan for a long time before I spoke: "Last question, before tonight, are you sure that you have never been to this place?" ”

"Not really."

Tian Xinyuan's face instantly became extremely ugly, and his anxious forehead was sweating: "You don't think that I was planning a celebration before, and the party downstairs was made by me, right?"

If I really made it, why would I tell you that I seem to have been to this place in the first place? Why bother telling you that I seem to have been to a party downstairs?

I'm a notoriously timid person. If it weren't for burning paper for Yajie, I wouldn't have come to the southern suburbs, let alone entered this black house.

Brother Xiao Zhou, I promise with my life that everything I say to you is from the bottom of my heart. If you don't believe it, I really can't help it! ”

"I doubt what you do." I laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "You lived with those sisters, I just thought that knowing more about your past might help catch the clown." ”

He was relieved.

I motioned for him to be silent, and then lay down under the bed, and silence returned to my ears.

Weaver.

Tian Xinyuan, Zhu Yajing, Zhu Yajie, clown.

Zhou Yan, willow, poplar leaves.

Three groups of people from different eras, because of this orphanage, their fates are intertwined.

Who's lying and who's telling the truth, for a while, I can't tell anymore.

Thinking about the troubles like this, I suddenly felt that my eyelids were getting heavier and more sore, and my head was also groggy and sleepy.

I wanted to open my eyelids, but I couldn't.

The line of sight is getting blurred......

In a daze, I had a dream in which I walked on a long, dark and narrow road, alone, as if I had walked for a century before I came to the end.

At the end, there is a bronze door with a bronze knocker.

I pushed open the door and was stunned to find that Sun Xiaotao was sitting on a bunch of people's severed arms and stumps, like a queen, sitting on her throne.

Red blood, like a river, flowed in the house.

In my ears, I could even hear the sound of blood flowing.

Ma Rui lay on his stomach like a dog, trampled under her feet.

Sun Xiaotao looked at me condescendingly, like an elephant, overlooking the ants at her feet, she and I looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly smiled evilly, and said slowly:

"My 'past' is more cruel than my 'present' and 'future'.

When the Crimson Moon rises, the world's most apathetic soul will complete the handover......

A flawless life is born tonight.

And you are the most delicious food that I offer to my children as a mother......"

After the words fell, countless distorted human faces poured out of her body, and the expressions of each face were extremely painful.

Half-empty, half-solid, dragging his long tail, he pounced on me.

I was so frightened that I turned around and wanted to run, but behind my back, there was no way back.

There is only one, cold wall......

On the wall, there was a scarlet, huge eye......

Without any emotion, staring at me coldly!

I fell into the abyss, my hands and feet were weak, and I could only watch myself, eaten away by the grimaces that flew from behind me......

But at this time, I don't know where to hit, a butterfly flies.

It is colorful, and there are several strange silver-white swirl patterns on its back.

It's both mysterious and dreamy.

White head in a dream!

It's actually a white head in a dream!

It's exactly the same as the one on Qin Yu's wrist!

This strange butterfly, flapping its wings, landed on my forehead, and in an instant, the sting in my abdomen pierced straight into the center of my eyebrows, in the middle of the heavenly court.

The stinging pain from the soul instantly permeated the whole body.

It hurts me a spirit.

When I opened my eyes again, I found me curled up, alone under the bed.

With sweat on my forehead, I finally woke up from this weird nightmare.

Does this dream originate from the malice of the Weaver Girl, or is it a kind reminder from Qin Yu, who fell into a coma?

There is no way to verify this.

But I am becoming more and more vigilant, the strangeness of the orphanage is absolutely inseparable from Sun Xiaotao.

I turned on my phone, the time is 23:32, the last time I spoke to Tian Xinyuan, I remember it was 23:27, so the weird dream before didn't last too long.

Overhead, there was the sound of even breathing of poplar leaves, and the little girl was sleeping soundly. Looking around, there was nothing unusual about the emptiness around me.

It seems that during the time I took a nap, there were no moths.

I was just about to catch my breath, but suddenly, I froze.

I'm around ......

Empty ......

Here, there should have been a person right......

Tian Xinyuan, who was lying under the bed with me before, is now gone!

I was so angry that I scolded my mother, this person's whereabouts are like ghosts.

I had no choice but to get up from under the bed and find out where this grandson was.

Little Lori closed her eyes and slept soundly on the bed.

I covered her with the quilt and turned my head, almost jumping up in fright.

Tian Xinyuan, I don't know when, stood in front of the mirror across the bed......

The black cloth that was covering the mirror, at some point, fell to the ground.

He tilted his head and stared straight into the mirror with his eyes, as if he had fallen into an evil spirit.

In this pitch-black environment, his abnormal behavior is simply terrifying to death!

"What's the matter with you? Didn't you say you'd wait under the bed? ”

I couldn't get angry, so I walked up to him and said to him coldly.

How do you know that Tian Xinyuan turned a deaf ear, ignored me at all, and his eyes were still staring straight at the mirror.

Is there anything strange in the mirror?

Surprised, I looked at it.

After observing for a long time, I didn't see anything too shocking, if there is anything special, that is, the mirror surface of the mirror, which is pitch black.

The pitch-black mirror makes the people in the mirror a lot more sneaky.

It's terrifying.

But that's about it.

Just when I was confused, I suddenly felt a cold on my neck, and a pair of hands, I don't know when, put on my neck.

I just wanted to resist, but I immediately realized that the owner of these hands was Tian Xinyuan, who tilted his head and was stunned.

He pressed my head to the right and said in a strange tone, "This mirror can only be seen from a special angle......

The presence of other people. ”

At first, I didn't understand what he meant.

It wasn't until he tilted my head into a specific position that I was momentarily stunned.

Inside the mirror, the whole room is reflected.

I, Tian Xinyuan, and even the sleeping poplar leaves, are in the mirror.

But, in the mirror, there are other people besides us......

Not one, not two, many, many people......

In the mirror, not far from me, more than 30 children in black and white striped clothes stood in two rows.

It seems to be waiting for someone to arrive.

I suddenly looked back, and I looked back in the mirror.

But in reality, behind me, it's empty.

The orphans who wear black and white stripes seem to exist only in the mirror......

Even, in the mirror, walking back and forth......

Is this mirror a refinement?

"How did you find this?"

I asked, shocked.

"While you were sleeping, I suddenly heard someone talking in the room......

At first, I was scared and squeezed desperately to you.

But if you listen closely, the voice is very gentle...... Very friendly......

I seem, I've heard this voice before......

I searched the whole room only to realize that the sound was coming from the mirror......

Listen, she's talking again......"

Tian Xinyuan stared at the mirror with a blurred look.

But I put my ear into the mirror, and I still didn't hear anything.

I asked Tian Xinyuan again, this kid didn't know whether he was pretending to be stupid or stunned, and he ignored me again.

As I watched, the door was suddenly pushed open!

Could it be the clown?

I was a spirit, dragging Tian Xinyuan, and was ready to drill on the bed.

Looking at Tian Xinyuan's suspicious gaze, I suddenly saw that what was pushed open was just the door in the mirror, not in reality.

After the door was pushed open, an old grandmother walked in slowly.

Around her neck, she wore a thick, long scarf.

Like a swimming ring, it's strange that the end of the scarf even dragged to the ground.

She doesn't care if it's dirty.

Grandma hunched over, leaning on the dragon's head crutches, staggered to the standing child.