I was in the toilet of the small hotel, looking at the face in the mirror.

For a long, long time, I didn't have any thoughts, I just looked at the people in the mirror.

That person is familiar, but he's not me.

It's a wonderful feeling, mixed with a sense of "escape" and "fear".

I seem to have "escaped" the fate of being Wu Xie through this face, but entered a "life" that is even more impossible to control. This uncontrollability is truly uncontrollable and includes countless possibilities. I could hardly predict what my life would be like after that.

In the beginning, I was shaking slightly even when I wasn't facing the mirror. It's so much better now, a lot of things, you find it unacceptable at first, but once you accept it, that's it.

Before I got into the air, I never thought that the so-called "mask" could do this kind of magic, even if I was close to the mirror, I could see that the pores of the mask were almost indistinguishable from my original skin, but it felt a little rougher. When I used to see the stuffy oil bottle, I thought it was just a kind of advanced sideways, but now I really admire it, this kind of craft is definitely not something that can be developed overnight.

The hair was dyed white, the third uncle's gray was the traces of how many years of pain he had gone through, and my gray only took a few hours, and it looked like there was no difference, so I felt how unworthy of the third uncle's pain.

The girl said that this mask can be used for four weeks without any maintenance, but during this time, even if I want to, I can't tear it off. Chinese disguise is actually a very mature makeup technique, which is very similar to the current plasticizing makeup, but because of the different purposes, the cost of the mask is much higher than that of plasticizing makeup, and it is impossible to promote it in large quantities in reality - only people who have really mastered the technology, or people who have a very important purpose, will use it.

The most difficult job is to make the face of a person who exists in reality, not to become a stranger, but to become a familiar person. This requires the person wearing the mask to achieve a high degree of resemblance in demeanor.

"I'm just giving you a skin, and this mask needs to be worn on your heart in addition to your face." When she was leaving, she looked at me lightly and said this.

Wear it on my heart?

I looked at the "third uncle" in the mirror, touched my heart, and wondered if I had been taught like this when I put on the mask of the third uncle. But after so many years, he really put it on, and the mask he wore on his face could be torn off and worn on his heart, so what?

I looked at my watch, when the time was up, I washed my face with water, dried it with a towel, the mask did not melt off, and it seemed that the last step was also successful, so I sighed.

Back in my bedroom, where I lay on the cramped single bed, I began to wonder what to do next. Everything from now on, including the way I speak, is a blank slate, and I have to think of everything.

One of the first thoughts that came to me was that I wanted to strip naked and go outside for a run, but it wasn't my own face anyway, and I could do countless things that I didn't dare to do before for fear of losing face, such as breaking into the women's toilet and putting a spittoon on my head. But then I got rid of this thought.

The purpose of my mask is to reintegrate all the handicaps of the third uncle, and propose all the resources that can be proposed to rescue the stuffy oil bottles. That's my only purpose, but the first thing I want to do is not to be recognized.

I can't disguise my voice, it requires special training, and I can't think of it as I can kill them all myself, laughing and scolding them. I'm not an actor, with my aura, I'm sure I'll be seen through in a few minutes.

This thing can only be outwitted, not invincible, and it has to be cheap. The best-case scenario is that I don't have to confront them head-on, I just have to give them a look from afar and use a spokesperson.

Taking a deep breath, I knew that I had to get Pan Zi's help, only he was familiar with the temperament of the third uncle and the people under the third uncle, but I really didn't want to drag Pan Zi into the water again.

He should have walked out, at least lingering at the exit, and should not have walked back.

But who else can help me but Panzi? I thought about it, but I couldn't think of anyone. Only then did I realize that without the third uncle, I really had nothing in this circle. I took out my phone, looked at the names one by one, and found that in just a few years, everything was different.

In the end, I dialed Panzi's column, I closed my eyes, said "I'm sorry", and dialed his number.

Panzi shouldn't have come back yet, otherwise he would have called me, it was evening outside, and I don't know how he was teased today, and I don't know what kind of expression he would have when he saw me. I don't know why, I think it's fun, but at the same time, I feel an irresistible depression.

I didn't tell him anything specific on the phone, I just said that I thought of a solution, and his voice was still very calm, but with great exhaustion, we made an appointment to meet at a place.

I rolled over and got up and took out a set of clothes from the closet, which the girl gave me, the kind of coat with an antique style that the third uncle liked to wear. I took off my t-shirt and changed into that outfit, and my heart said that Xiaohua's service was really attentive and very fitting.

Thinking I sent him a text message: "Thank you." But there was no response.

The moment I walked out of the door, I deliberately straightened my back, reminding myself that after I got out of this door, I was a different person. However, I soon found that I didn't need to be deliberate, walking on the road, my pace changed by itself, and when I passed by the lobby, I took a look in the clothes mirror and found that there was an unusual coldness in my eyes. (To be continued)