How long have I been stuck here? I can't remember clearly, anyway, I was harmed, and I was smart for a lifetime, but I was confused for a while. Where is this—in the dark room of a shop, how arrogant they are to lock me up in such a crowded place!

Let me think about what the hell is going on. I started at home······ No, no, no, it's a school, it's not like something else, God, where is it coming from? I have good reason to think that I was injected with some kind of drug by them, otherwise my memory wouldn't be so bad. I was afraid that I would gradually forget who I was, where my home was, and I wouldn't be able to recognize my loved ones even if I was rescued, so I kept trying my best to remember the past, and gradually I remembered something.

It was an ordinary morning, an ordinary noon, and an unusual afternoon.

Everything was going on as usual, but after the afternoon class, my father's business competitor sent me an offer, and I thought that the pressure from my family group had played a role, so I gladly went to the appointment. In the tea restaurant, we enjoyed macarons with clear tea, and he said that he would compromise and make profits, what a good thing. I drove back to school after enjoying a piece of Bach's Violin Concerto, and when I was reversing into the garage, there was a momentary shaking of the car, which I didn't care, but things soon went wrong, I became unconscious, and I fainted before I could report it.

It was his hands and feet, my father's business competitor, who attacked me to contain my family's syndicate business, thinking that if I left the café safely, the police would not suspect him? Huh······

When I woke up, I was in the back room of the store, and I could hear people walking around and asking about the price of goods, but they couldn't hear me. There were boxes in front of me, and I tried my best to move them out of the way, even if I could only move a little at a time. My captors didn't come to see me for many days, perhaps because they wanted to die of thirst, but I didn't feel hungry or thirsty, and I don't know if it was fortunate or unfortunate. A few days later, I removed all the boxes to reveal a piece of glass, and I was so happy, but it was very ······ I was unhappy because it was a one-way pane of glass, and people outside couldn't see me. Even more desperate is yet to come, and I sometimes see items floating in the house for no apparent reason, as if someone is holding them. I'm sure, there's a ghost here.

I had nothing to fear anymore, and gradually I stopped being afraid. They didn't hurt me, and that's enough, isn't it?

"Please come in and see what you need?" The shopkeeper said.

A woman came in, and I desperately cried for help. Oh damn it, what kind of glass is this? The soundproofing is so good!

"Just hang out, you're busy." The woman said.

"It's my pleasure to serve you." The boss had a flattering face.

Come here, come here! I shouted.

Finally the woman moved her steps and slowly came to me, and she finally heard it!

"This mirror is so exquisite."

"It's the latest model, and it's only been here for a few days. If you look at this edging, it's handmade, and it's a limited edition, and you won't find a few mirrors that are the same. ”

"Yes, wrap it up."

Is it a mirror?

So······

The shopkeeper removed the glass in front of me, and then a wall appeared in front of me.

What a mirror.

In that case······

I turned around and saw the shopkeeper happily packing the mirror.

The memories end.

"So what?" Xiaobai looked straight at me, and I tried to ignore the impatience in his eyes.

"Don't you understand? I'm the ghost in that store, and I was killed in my last life! When I learned the truth, I couldn't bear the truth, and since then I have become obsessed with mirrors, and even if I am reborn in this life, I have not disappeared! ”

“······” Xiaobai's eyes were almost bursting with fire.

"No one can take the mirror away from me! No one! I shouted at him with my frame in my hand.

", ah! I was your father in my last life, and I want to beat you up in this life! He pointed to the door.

"Don't take my mirror! Don't! ”

Ignoring my cries, he pushed me aside. Then look in the mirror and style your hair.

"Xiao Wang, what are you doing here?" The head of the house, Xiaoge, persuaded me on the side.

"Early in the morning, you've been looking in the mirror for half an hour, and the big mirror in the dormitory is on this side, so you have to take turns to use it, right?"