Task Name: Man in the Mirror;

Mission-level trembling (high);

She loves to read ghost stories, and adventures have always been an activity she is passionate about before the Spirits Ball explodes. After the supernatural outburst, she saw a ghost story out of nowhere, saying that at 12:12 a.m., a person who stayed in the room and combed his hair twelve times in front of the mirror, and said "You come out" three times in his mouth, would be replaced by an incredible mirror ghost, which could fulfill a wish to summon people, but at the cost of ...... She didn't know how she died, but she remembered that day, she sat in front of the mirror and combed her hair, and then, she couldn't get out again;

The mission statement frees her from the mirror;

The quest rewards 900 points of energy from another dimension;

Quest Punishment You may also be one of the mirrors;

Task Tip 1: The evil spirit cannot be locked; 2. Be careful of the real mirror ghost behind you;

Note: To complete her obsession, you need a rich reading experience.

Yan Junze carefully looked at the task prompt that popped up, the task name was the person in the mirror, but looking at the current situation, there was more than one ghost in the mirror.

And the woman in the mirror in front of her is the person in the mirror mentioned in the task, and in this mirror, there are even more powerful mirror ghosts.

But now it seems that since there is no exclusive task for the mirror ghost, it means that the mirror ghost's obsession is not here, and he only needs to complete this woman's obsession.

Of course, you must beware of mirror ghosts in the process.

"No wonder He Zheng was telling ghost stories to himself just now, it turns out that this woman is a story fan." Yan Junze muttered to himself.

Just before entering this store, he had already started the rollback, so he was not worried about anything at the moment, and after a little thought, he sat on the leather stool and looked at the woman in the mirror.

"I like to listen to stories, especially ghost stories." Yan Junze replied to the words of the woman in the mirror.

"I like it too." The woman seemed to be laughing.

After saying this, she stretched out her gray-white hands, slowly ruffled her hair, and hung it behind her ears.

What Yan Junze saw was also a face with no facial features.

Because he had seen He Zheng sitting in front of the dresser just now and dressing himself up, at this moment, Yan Junze had reason to suspect that he was the same as He Zheng, facing the woman in the mirror, but in fact he was himself.

Then the woman in the mirror picked up the makeup utensils and began to paint her face, saying as she painted, "We will each tell a story alternately, a necessary horror story, short and concise, and the ending is reversed." Well, I'll come first. ”

"Okay." Yan Junze replied very simply.

The woman in the mirror put on her makeup without hurry, and said, "The name of this story is 'Bedroom'." It is said that in dormitory room 215 of a university's dormitory building, because the new students had just entered the school and were very unfamiliar with the environment, they were not familiar with each other, and they didn't talk much when they slept at night. But Xiao Lin is an exception, he saw that the bedroom was too silent, got up from the bed and sat down, and opened his mouth to break the silence, did you notice? There is no 214 dormitory on this floor, and we jumped directly from 213 to our 215. ”

No one in the dormitory answered him. Xiao Lin didn't care, and continued to say Maybe you don't know, I heard that the 214 dormitory burned people to death before, because he quietly used electricity and forgot to cut off the power supply, which led to a fire in the middle of the night, burning the people in the dormitory. I don't know if you missed it, the dormitory here is exactly the same, I just came back and went to room 213. ”

Speaking of this, no one answered him, but they all silently raised their heads and stared at Xiao Lin. Xiao Lin felt a little strange, thinking to himself that these friends who gathered together from all over the country didn't like to talk? But in the next second, Xiao Lin seemed to think of something, and his brows were tightly twisted together......"

"Are you done?" Yan Junze saw that the woman in the mirror suddenly stopped talking, so he asked.

"Well, that's it." The woman is still putting herself on makeup, and has already drawn her eyes and eyebrows, and is painting the bridge of her nose.

"This story is awesome." Yan Junze clapped his hands, "It not only makes people's hearts hairy, but also has a reversal in the ending." ”

"It's your turn." The woman in the mirror said.

Since the last time he had the experience of joining the Spiritual Association of Tianmeng University of Science and Technology, Yan Junze found that being able to blurt out a few wonderful horror stories at any time in this era is also a basic livelihood skill.

Although in the process of joining the supernatural association, the ghost stories he told based on his own experience were not very popular, but Yan Junze already had experience.

So after that time, he specifically found several supernatural websites, all of which were mainly textual descriptions, and deliberately wrote down a few horror stories. These stories are not necessarily supernatural stories, and the content is long and short, but they are all bizarre and reversed, not to mention that they come in handy now.

"My name for this story is 'Mom.'" Yan Junze cleared his throat and began to speak, "There is a couple who always have conflicts, quarrel all day long, and they will fight when the quarrel is fierce. One day, the couple quarreled again, and soon began to do so, more fiercely than ever. Subsequently, the husband accidentally killed his wife. He buried his wife's body in the backyard and lived as usual. ”

However, a few days later, the husband noticed that his six-year-old daughter was acting strangely, because she had not seen her mother for several days, and the daughter was not in a hurry at all. So he asked his daughter if your mother was not at home these days, why are you not in a hurry? Don't ask me where she goes? My daughter said I'm not in a hurry, it's just a little strange, Dad, what have you been carrying your mother behind your back these days? ”

As soon as Yan Junze's words fell, the woman in the mirror was making up her movements, and she actually stopped.

Immediately, Yan Junze saw that the bridge of the nose that the woman was depicting was crooked, obviously surprised by the ending of the story he had just told himself, and he was distracted and did not draw it well.

Just take a closer look at the part of the woman's drawn eyes, which look familiar, and seem to be very similar to her own eyes.

Yan Junze couldn't help but guess.

"The story...... Not bad. The woman in the mirror spoke slowly and wiped off the crooked nose with a cotton ball.

At this time, Yan Junze had reason to believe that since he sat on this leather stool, the scene he saw was no longer a real scene.

Perhaps, just like He Zheng, he is sitting alone on a leather stool at the moment, and it seems that the woman in the mirror is putting on makeup, but in fact he is painting by himself.

Now I can only secretly hope that I will not paint myself as a pig's head.

"Is it your turn?" Yan Junze asked.

The woman didn't answer, but opened her mouth to tell the next story, and as she spoke, she began to draw the bridge of her nose again.

"This story is called 'Birthday'. My son celebrated his third birthday, and his parents were very happy and held a small birthday party for him. The banquet was carefully arranged, with large water beds, building blocks, and all kinds of plush toys, and my son was very happy. He jumped happily on the bed, and his parents happily recorded a video for him to commemorate this precious moment. Suddenly, the son fell under the bed, his head hit a few sharp building blocks, and his brain marrow flowed out, and finally he died. ”

The parents were very sad, and it took many months before they gradually began to recover, because they missed their son, they took out the video of the day their son died, plucked up the courage to open it, and the two sat together and watched silently. Then they found that the video was played back to when the son was jumping on the big waterbed, a man covered in blood was standing on the edge of the bed, grabbing their son's hair, dragging it up and down, and finally lifting it up and throwing it on the ground. ”

"Whew." Yan Junze exhaled and said, "I hope this is just a story, not true." ”

"It's your turn again." The woman in the mirror now drew her nose and began to draw her lips.

Looking at the face in the mirror that was about to be painted, Yan Junze was almost sure that this woman had drawn his own appearance.

He pondered for a moment and said, "This story is called 'It's a pity, it's almost there.'" There is a young man who rented a single room and just moved in, this single room is larger in size, the facilities are not old, and he is very satisfied with the fact that he lives alone. After spending the day moving in, the young man began to pack up his miscellaneous things in the evening. After making the bed, he suddenly noticed that there were six or seven tiny holes in the wall next to the bed, which were not large enough for a nail or anything to hang onto, and he did not know what they were used for. ”

At this moment, he seemed to faintly hear the voice from next door, but because the voice was very small, or the other party lowered the volume, he couldn't hear what was said clearly. Curious, the young man leaned forward, put his ear to the wall, and listened carefully. After listening for a long time, he finally heard some fragmentary words, probably 'It's going to be soon, it's going to be okay right away'. ”

The young man thought he was happy, and on the first day he moved in, he could hear the inappropriate and indescribable voices of children coming from next door. He even pressed his ears against the wall desperately, for fear of missing a little. But after listening to it for a long time, it was still those few words that were repeated over and over again, 'It's fast, it's going to be soon'. ”

The young man listened with a confused expression, but the otaku's vision made him not give up, and still listened carefully. That's when he heard the voice say, 'Well, okay, here it is.'" As soon as the voice fell, less than two fingers in front of the young man's head against the wall, a long, sharp and narrow steel needle pierced through the wall until it was seven or eight inches long and did not stop. ”

The young man was completely frightened, lying there motionless, and then the steel needle in front of him was slowly pulled back, and then he listened to the voice next door and said It's a pity, almost."

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