The back of the originally bright endless corridor was slowly covered in rich black, and he felt the strange aura that made people shudder towards him, as if it was about to drag him into the eternal abyss, and there was still no end to the corridor in front of him.

"That thing... Chased it! What the hell is it? Grass, and there's no end to it. ”

"No... It must not be overtaken. Absolute! He braced his tired and weak body, gritted his teeth and knocked on the wooden door full of unknowns.

"Tuk-tuk."

The moment there was a knock on the door, the music and dance in the room suddenly stopped, leaving only a dead silence.

As if what he had heard before was an illusion, he suppressed his rapid breathing from panic and fear, and shouted as he knocked on the door in fear......

"There's... Anyone? ”

“… Please open the door and help me..."

"I can give you lots and lots of money!"

"I can satisfy you with whatever you want... Open the door!! ”

He leaned on the door and pleaded, when he heard no movement inside, and the sense of crisis behind him was getting deeper and deeper, he really couldn't bear this embarrassing feeling of powerlessness, stretched out his foot and kicked it a few times, and began to bang on the wooden door with a crazy face, until there was a knock knock vibration.

"I know there's someone in there! Don't play dead, open the door. ”

And in response to him was a dead silence.

He sat feebly on the ground, just as he was about to be surrounded by darkness behind him in despair.

The door clicked and opened.

A thin slit is revealed, with a slight obscure atmosphere.

He couldn't care about it so much, so he was overjoyed and immediately crawled inside with his hands and feet.

The door behind him also closed automatically, and the crisis seemed to be over.

As soon as he got out of the predicament, he was completely lying on the ground, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling violently, sweat falling down his soaked clothes, and he looked very tired from not wanting to move.

As time passed, he always felt that something was wrong...... This room was too quiet.

It was so quiet that he could even hear the sound of his own breathing, heartbeat, and blood flowing.

What about the sound of the music and the dance steps before?

Why is the smell of food out and gone? Rather, it's a rotten fishy smell?

What's in it?

……

He lay on the ground and didn't dare to move at will, the tightness of his brows could be seen in the entanglement in his heart, only to see his eyelids move a few times, one eye slightly opened, and the other eye turned.

In front of him stood a man.

His eyes were on the man's shoes, a pair of sneakers that were identical to his.

The man didn't seem to notice his little movements, just stood silently, as if observing him.

"What should I do, what should I do?" He was so anxious that hunger began to run through his body, and he wished that he could stuff anything into his mouth and fill his stomach. The feeling of having an empty stomach is very uncomfortable...

"Heh, when did I get so miserable? Don't let me know who's messing with me in all this. Otherwise, he is dead. He thought viciously to himself.

He silently adjusted his breathing to regain his strength, and just when he thought he would have to stalemate for a while, he saw the owner of the shoes move.

The sound of stiff bones grinding against each other rang out in the space. That guy started dancing again?

But why is there no music this time......

The man danced strangely in front of him, his feet spinning and turning.

Seeing that the other party no longer paid attention to him, he quietly raised his head a little, but when his vision was completely clear.

He found that the other man's clothes were exactly the same as those he was wearing, a black jacket, jeans, and his favorite pair of white sneakers.

The man couldn't see his face clearly with the light on his back, and could only see his stiff writhing figure, like ......

Like a marionette with hands and feet tied, stiffness has a strong dull feeling.

Before he knew it, he was slowly approaching the door, quietly getting up and leaning against it. He wanted to stay away from this strange person, but he wanted to know who this person in front of him was. Why is it exactly the same as what he is wearing?

Does his presence here have anything to do with him?

Until, that man—

Suddenly turned his head.

The two looked at each other, and he was so frightened that he held his breath in disbelief as he watched everything in front of him.

That person...

……

has exactly the same appearance as him.

Except for an iron clockwork around the neck, which is constantly turning. Drops of blood fell and soaked the ground, staining one brown after another.

He saw his other self slowly curling the corners of his mouth, and his voice was exactly the same as his.

"Who are you?"

"Are you trying to replace my fake?"

"I'm not going to give you everything I have! Even if you trap me here. His face was hideous, and he looked like he had made up something.

"You can't leave, one of us must die."

"I just don't know if it's you or me." He was going crazy to hear the exact same self say these words bluntly.

He stood up, his eyes full of anger, gritted his teeth, and said, "It's all fake, isn't it?" You brought me here to scare me. You've had plastic surgery like this, right? You want me to be a substitute? And then you live in my place, don't you? ”

"Huh-"

"It's useless, even if you don't admit it, it's useless, you're just going to die a little later than us."

"I'm not going to leave you behind, don't worry, because there are still a few people waiting for you. I want to be reunited. ”

"I'll be waiting for you below." The hollow-eyed self looked at him and said something inexplicable.

Then I saw that the skin of myself began to slowly melt, and the flesh fell to the ground, leaving only a white bone.

The flesh and blood were spelled together in a few words, leaving a fishy stench that filled the room.

"Look Behind You"

He already knew how to react, just stared back.

The door he was leaning against had disappeared at some point, and he leaned against it, but he didn't feel like he was leaning back.

Behind him lay on the ground a human figure.

"Hehehe, life." When he said this when he was a little crazy, his eyes rolled and he fainted, and the last bit of consciousness disappeared.

-----

"Whoa—ha—" sat up on the bed and gasped for breath alone, looking like he had experienced a strange nightmare.

He patted his chest in horror and hugged the quilt, not daring to recall the scene that happened in his dream.

"Chang Ming?"

"Brother Ming—" The man on the bed seemed to hear someone shouting the name, he lifted the quilt and walked to the window, lifted a little curtain and looked outside.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and the sun was shining on his eyes, bringing some tingling and realism.

Then he saw.

Through a thin layer of glass, a flashing smile, and eyes full of hatred.