At the moment when the woman parted her hair in this mirror, to be honest, He Zheng's heartbeat involuntarily began to accelerate.

Immediately, the picture in the mirror made him stunned, and a tingling sensation hit his hands and feet.

I saw that after the woman brushed her hair, her cheeks did not have any facial features, but the eye sockets were slightly sunken, and the bridge of the nose was slightly raised, but the mouth was flat, and there was no sign of lips.

Facelings!

He Zheng reacted quickly.

The woman brushed her hair away, and then hung it behind her ears, so that her entire cheeks without facial features were completely presented in front of He Zheng's eyes.

She could still speak, but she couldn't see her lips squirming, only a slight tremor in her vanity mirror as she spoke.

"Now that we're sitting down, let's tell stories, I like to listen to stories, especially horror stories." The woman in the mirror spoke slowly.

He Zheng showed a sneer, "I'm sorry, I'm a spirit killer, I'm here to get rid of you, I don't have time to listen to your story, and I don't have time to tell you stories." ”

The words fell, and he was ready to pop up the high-energy rout button on this mirror.

But at this moment, He Zheng found that his arms and fingers on the dresser could no longer move.

This discovery startled him, and he soon found that even his body sitting on a leather stool seemed to be rigid, unable to move.

The only ones who can move are above the neck, and the lower part of the neck is stiff.

"Tell a story, or you can't leave here." The woman smiled and spoke, pulling out a large number of makeup utensils from the dresser drawer in the mirror.

He Zheng quickly calmed himself down, because looking at the situation now, it seemed that he was not in danger for a while, if he really couldn't, he had to find a way to directly collapse the high-energy in his hand.

Normally, the high-energy rout buckle is thrown out and can only play a role after impact, but now the situation is different, if he can, He Zheng can also pinch the buckle directly in his hand.

The pinch explosion creates an impact that pushes him back away from the vanity mirror, thus evading the control of the woman in the mirror. At the same time, there is a high probability that the impact will also bring harm to the woman in the mirror.

Of course, what can be done now is to try to follow the train of thought of the woman in the mirror, waiting for the opportunity to let your fingers move, pinch and explode the high-energy collapse and hide the buckle.

"Okay, tell a story, so what are you doing now?" He Zheng asked.

"I like it, telling stories and putting on makeup at the same time."

The woman in the mirror did not stop, skillfully took out the foundation brush, eyeshadow brush, sponge ball, eyebrow pencil, makeup ball, etc., and opened more than a dozen makeup boxes of all sizes to cover the dressing surface in the mirror.

The situation now looks very strange.

Because there was no light in the room, it relied on the faint light of the mobile phone flashlight He Zheng held in his left hand.

However, He Zheng believes that even if it is now dark and there is no light at all, the woman in the mirror can also make up herself very skillfully.

"What story to tell?" He Zheng was silent for a moment, and only then did he ask after seeing that the woman had begun to put on makeup on herself.

The woman's movements are very skillful, and while applying makeup, she said, "We all tell a horror story, the shorter the better, the more exciting the better, and the best ending has a reversal, which surprises me." In this case, you may be able to get out of here safe and sound. ”

"Huh." He Zheng sneered for a while, his body couldn't move, but his right hand had been secretly trying to pinch and burst the high-energy rout buckle, and said, "Yes, but I'm not familiar with it yet, you start first." ”

The woman's movements were elegant, and at this time she had already drawn her eyebrows and the bridge of her nose, and her movements were smooth, without any pause or thinking, and she said, "No problem, I'll talk about one first." The name of the story is – makeup. ”

After a pause, she spoke in a flat tone.

"A man wants to play a trick on his girlfriend and is going to scare her by playing a ghost. So the man came to his girlfriend's house in advance with the spare key given to him by his girlfriend, and before his girlfriend came back, he used the lipstick, eyebrow pencil and other tools in the room to put on a very terrifying makeup for himself. Because it was an impromptu idea, I didn't know how the painting would be, so the man went to the bathroom and took a look in front of the mirror. ”

As a result, he found that the makeup was so terrifying, that his lips with bright lipstick seemed to be elongated, his eyebrows were lowered, and the skin on his face seemed to be drooping, and he grinned and startled himself. He thought to himself that he was afraid that his girlfriend would faint directly, so he quickly washed his makeup. Later, his girlfriend returned, and he told his girlfriend, who knew that her expression became terrified when she heard it......"

"Why?" He Zheng couldn't help but ask.

"My girlfriend told the man that the mirror in the bathroom had long been broken, and he hadn't installed a new mirror after replacing it two days ago."

The words fell, and the woman in the mirror had already drawn her eyeballs, "How about this story?" ”

"Well, it's okay." He Zheng nodded, not showing any horror or surprise.

At this moment, he saw the woman's freshly drawn eyeballs, which seemed to move quickly.

Although his body couldn't move, He Zheng felt the hairs on his back stand up.

In fact, where does he have any horror stories to tell, He Zheng usually doesn't like to read any stories, and he doesn't even bother to turn over the book, let alone calm down and read the story.

Telling a good story with the woman in the mirror is purely to delay time, so that he can launch a high-energy rout to hide the buckle, and solve this strange woman as soon as possible by means of removing the spirit.

But now he found that although his fingers could move slightly, they still couldn't use the force to really pinch the buckle.

time, still not enough.

So He Zheng racked his brains and thought about it, and the woman in the mirror said at this time, "It's your turn......

"Wait until I think about it." Ho Zhengdao.

He frowned slightly, remembering the horror stories he had heard or seen somewhere, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still had no clue.

At this moment, the woman in the mirror had finished drawing her eyebrows, eyes and nose, and was painting her lips, and the painted eyeballs were really turning slightly, as if she was looking at He Zheng outside the mirror, and seemed to be looking at other places, revealing an inexplicable weirdness.

He Zheng was suddenly stunned for a moment, he found that these eyes were so familiar.

Then He Zheng thought of a story, this story seems to have been seen on a certain website before, and I have a little impression, but anyway, it can be regarded as a compact short story.

"Then I said, my story is very short." He cleared his throat and began to speak, his right hand still pressing the high-energy flapping clasp between his fingers.

"In an ordinary family, whenever night is approaching, my six-year-old son will always stand on the sofa, look out the window, and then wave his hand and say something. His mother didn't notice it at first, but later realized that her son's behavior was very abnormal, and one day his mother couldn't help it, so she asked her son what are you doing? The son said Mom, I'm saying goodbye to Abo. ”

"Abel? When his mother heard this, her face immediately turned white with fright, because their family lived on the sixth floor, and her son waved out of the window every day, but where could someone be outside the window? His mother was terrified, and asked her son in a trembling voice, there is no one outside the window at all, where is the uncle? The son pointed to the sky at this time, Uncle Sun. ”

As soon as He Zheng's words fell, the woman in the mirror who was applying makeup paused, and then continued to draw, and at the same time said, "This is not a horror story. ”

"You're not going to reverse? My story is suspenseful and terrifying in the front, and it is indeed reversed in the back. He Zheng pinched his sweat.

At this moment, he noticed that the fingers of his right hand could basically move.

At the same moment, the woman in the mirror also finished painting her lips, and the hands that had been moving back and forth in front of her cheeks finally let go at this moment.

The woman smiled at He Zheng, and He Zheng stared at her who stopped putting on makeup in a daze, as if he had seen some extremely strange scene, and even forgot to pinch the high-energy collapse buckle in his hand.

Or rather, he could only move his fingers now, but he still didn't have enough strength to pinch it.

What I saw in front of me was the face of the woman in the mirror after makeup, and that face was exactly the same as He Zheng's appearance.

In addition to the figure and hairstyle, this face is simply a perfect copy of He Zheng's face.

After seeing the strange appearance of the other party, He Zheng was stunned for a few seconds, and then an inexplicable sense of panic hit his body, and he immediately used all his strength to pinch the hidden buckle in his hand.

But at the same moment, the woman in the mirror slowly raised her hands, and He Zheng, who was outside the mirror, also raised her hands, as if her body was no longer under her control.

He Zheng's face was distorted by horror, and he found himself making the same movements as the person in the mirror.

And the woman, at this moment, has a face of her own, really like looking at herself in the mirror.

Immediately, the woman withdrew her raised hands and slowly stretched them to her neck, while He Zheng, who was outside the mirror, also uncontrollably stretched her hands to her neck, pinched them gently, and then began to tighten them slowly.

The hidden buckle in He Zheng's hand had long been thrown away, his eyes widened, and he looked at the woman in the mirror with her hands around her neck, and at the same time, the green tendons on her neck were exposed, and her hands were also tightened, getting tighter and tighter, and slowly began to breathe hard.

And although the woman in the mirror looks like herself, she shows a mysterious smile at the moment, looking at herself quietly, she is also tightening her neck, tightening it fiercely, as if the neck is not her own at all.

Just when He Zheng felt that he was about to faint at any time, his arm was suddenly grabbed by the other two hands, and then his neck was loosened, and he finally eased up in one breath.

When he looked up, he saw a strange man standing beside him, clutching his hands, and the dresser in front of him, that is, in front of the dressing mirror, was filled with a large number of vanity boxes.

And the person in the mirror is clearly He Zheng himself, and there is no one else at all.

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