There was silence in this secret passage, death-like silence, I don't know if I hit the flashlight when I fell, or the battery was about to run out, the faint yellow light flickered from time to time, I remember that there were still the last two batteries left in the body, and I don't know how long this secret passage is, and I must not change it until I have to.

After walking a few steps, I was suddenly pleasantly surprised to find that there were torches on the walls on both sides, so I quickly pulled them out and tried to light them with a fire sickle, and I don't know what material this torch is made of.

With a torch in his hand, most of the fear in his heart disappeared in an instant, and fire can always bring people a sense of security, probably because it is deep underground, and there is no heat like the fire above, but the yin qi hits people, and the gusts of yin wind blow goosebumps all over the body.

I walked more than a dozen steps forward, there is a torch on the wall, I understand, this torch should be fixed in this lighting, it seems that this secret passage is specially used to secretly enter and exit a certain place, that is to say, there must be an exit ahead, thinking of this, I can't help but smile happily, this is the so-called blessing in disguise.

And even more fortunately, there is no fork in the secret passage, which saves a lot of trouble, since I know that I will be able to get out, people naturally relax, I hold the torch, stride as I look at the patterns carved on the stone wall.

This pattern looks neat and clear from a distance, but if you look closely, the texture inside is chaotic, and there is a pattern of eyes in the pattern, but it is hidden in the texture, and it cannot be found at all if you don't look closely, and every few steps there will be two stone slabs carved with a big eye.

As I walked, I found that the pattern of the stone slab on the ground began to change, at first it was a complicated piece of flowers, and the more I walked, the more sparse it became, but the eyes inside became more and more obvious, and I thought to myself, could it be a signpost to guide the way? Meaning the exit is ahead?

Thinking of this I hesitated again, although this place is blocked, but at least it is safe, if I go out and find that I am still in the middle of the city, then the joke will be bigger, thinking of the first terrible death and the monster all over the body, I would still prefer to stay here.

But trapped here waiting for death is not a way, at the construction site I don't know how big it is, just care about bringing more ammunition, I didn't think about bringing water and dry food at all, just blown by the hot wind above for a long time, and plus all the way to run, the mouth has already been like a fire, the mouth is dry, simply, is a blessing or a curse, early death and late death are a knife, the heart strides forward.

The eyes on the stone slab became clearer and clearer, and then it was simply a stone slab carved with only one big eye, and then walked forward, the stone walls on both sides suddenly became a copper mirror more than one person high, and there was a stone wall between each section of the copper mirror, and there were torches inserted on the stone wall, arranged in turn, the bronze mirror was deep and long, covered with thick dust, and could only vaguely reflect the human shape.

The firelight was reflected by the bronze mirror, and the entire secret passage lit up, I guess this may have been deliberately set up by the ancients for better lighting, so they didn't pay much attention to it, but the more they walked, the more they felt wrong, and the afterglow of the corner of the eye occasionally swept over themselves in the bronze mirror, and always felt something strange, so they simply stopped in front of a bronze mirror, intending to see it clearly.

There is not a lot of dust on this bronze mirror, I can vaguely shine my eyebrows, I hold a torch, staring at the mirror, the person in the mirror is also holding a torch, staring at me, I turn my head, he also turns his head, I raise my hand, he also raises his hand, up and down again, sure that it is me, and there is nothing strange about it.

I couldn't help but laugh at myself, I haven't seen any wind and waves, but I have compared it with a mirror here, if I am looked at, I don't laugh to death, thinking about shaking my head while laughing, at this time, I found that I was not smiling in the mirror, and was staring at me with a calm and indifferent look.

I wondered if I was dazzled, staring at myself in the mirror, and smiled again, indeed, the person in the mirror didn't smile!

I felt that the blood all over my body was coagulated, no matter I raised my hands and legs or swayed left and right, the person in the mirror always stared at me motionlessly, I took a step back in fear, and suddenly there was a "hehe" laugh behind me, this voice was extremely high-pitched, and very weak, but the scalp of the person who still listened was numb.

I turned around slowly and tremblingly, only to see myself in the bronze mirror behind me, covering my mouth and laughing secretly, whether it was laughter or movements, I was like a child, but it could be made by a man with a full beard and a gun in his hand, which looked extremely awkward and weird.

I didn't dare to look any further, so I held my torch and ran wildly towards the depths of the secret passage, and at the same time, the mirrors on both sides became magnified faces of me, either angry, or laughing, or struggling and roaring, or looking indifferently.

The whole secret passage seems to have become a prison, and every mirror is a cage, and the people inside are strange and terrifying, and the noisy voices are terrifying.

At first, one hand held the torch, and the other hand carrying the gun covered the ear, and then simply threw the torch, hugged the head tightly with both hands, and squatted on the ground, which is strange to say, as the torch slowly went out, I gradually disappeared in the mirror, and the secret passage became a dark again, I slowly let go of my hand, and there was no sound in the secret passage except for the echo of the aftermath just now, could it be that there was something wrong with the torch?

I took out my flashlight and tried to look at the bronze mirror on the side, my shadow was vaguely reflected in the mirror, I tried to move, there was nothing abnormal, and then I turned to look at the mirror behind me, it was the same, I couldn't help but let out a long breath, sure enough, it was because of the torch.

Holding the flashlight and continuing to move forward, I dodged the torches on the wall like a plague god, and walked a bag of cigarettes without incident, I was blocked by a bronze mirror, look around, there is no fork in the road, it seems, this is the exit.

I gently pushed the mirror, not moving, then kicked the ground with both feet, pushed hard, still not moving, I looked carefully along the four sides, the mirror and the stone wall were tightly fitted, there was no flaw, I did not give up and looked at the surrounding walls again, tossed for a long time, and finally fell to the ground in frustration.

There's no reason, there is no fork in this secret passage, it is impossible to go wrong, is the exit on the other side? That's the end of it, let's not talk about whether I can pick up the coffins and yellow sand that block the road alone, even if I open it, those monsters above will definitely hear it, and then ....., no, there must be other ways.

I stood up and came to the bronze mirror, gently wiped off the dust on it with my sleeves, lay on it and listened carefully, I couldn't hear anything, and then stroked the mirror with my hand, wanting to see if there was any mechanism on it, sure enough, my fingers could vaguely feel some extremely fine patterns on the mirror, I hurriedly used a flashlight to shine, but before I could see clearly, this flashlight was like a deliberate mess, flashed a few times, and completely extinguished.

The whole secret passage fell into the boundless darkness, I hurriedly poured out the waste battery, groped for a new battery on the body, touched for a long time, I froze, obviously in the jacket pocket of the battery, gone, with my hand in a dig only to find that the bottom of the pocket is worn, I rubbed the smooth and neat cut at the bottom of the bag, my heart is like numbness.

What exactly does it mean? Pushing me here while stealing my battery? Or was the battery already stolen before pushing me? It seems that I am really a dispensable person, and I can use it as a cushion at any time.

The only way to do it now was to light the torch on the wall and try to find a way out of the pattern on the mirror, so I sat down on the ground, lit a cigarette, and smoked it slowly, now that I knew what was going to happen next, I might as well make myself comfortable in this moment.

After clarifying their position, they relaxed a lot, people are like this, they always don't want to admit that they are a waste, even if everyone around them says that you are, they will hide in the corner and keep telling themselves that they are not, and fight with the surroundings day after day, but once one day, they admit that they are waste, but they are relaxed, it doesn't matter, and they are relieved in an instant.

In fact, waste is not waste, it is not what others say, but you can't do what you should do, this is waste.

Threw away the cigarette butt, stood up, lit the torch with a fire sickle, pulled it off the wall, and lay on the bronze mirror to look at the pattern carefully, the dust on the copper mirror is too thick, and can only be wiped with the sleeve little by little, and so the mirror is polished, I still don't see what this pattern means, and now there is only one last way left in my mind, of course, this method is too risky, but I am indeed poor in donkey skills.

I took a few steps back, put the torch back into the wall, lit another cigarette, checked the box cannon, loaded the gun, threw the cigarette away, aimed at the bronze mirror, and prepared to shoot.

While aiming, I slowly began to change in the bronze mirror, I didn't dare to look more, closed my eyes, and was about to pull the trigger, but I heard a woman's voice calling my name in my ears, one after another, gently and softly, Lin Xiaoxiao?!

I knew that it was the mirror that was playing tricks, but I couldn't help but open my eyes to look, but I saw that the person in the mirror was not Lin Xiaoxiao, but Qi Yunliang, he smiled at me with his hands behind his back and asked, "Xiaofeng, are you okay?" ”

I found that he was standing in the lobby of Juxian Building, the familiar seat, the familiar counter, I involuntarily walked a few steps forward, in the mirror he was still the scholar of the year, suddenly, I saw his shoulder, slowly stretched out a hand, a skinny hand, little by little from the shoulder to his neck, and he was unaware of the still smiling at me, followed by, the hand suddenly choked his neck, I shouted: "Qi shopkeeper!" ”

Qi Yunliang's smile suddenly froze, blood slowly flowed out of his eyes, and then the whole face began to crack, falling down piece by piece, when it all fell, it was replaced by a woman's face, a woman with a cloak, she smiled at me, I clenched my fists angrily, staring at her tightly in my eyes as if she was about to burst into flames, her smile changed from a smile to a mockery, followed by a loud laugh, resounding throughout the secret passage, and the ears rang straight, I hurriedly squatted down, covered my ears with both hands, and when I opened my eyes again, A woman she had never seen before appeared in the mirror.