A long period of silence followed. Late at night in the cabin, I leaned against the head of the bed, doing nothing, always half-asleep and half-awake, my eyes scanning the shadows on the wall.

The shadows have not changed much, and it is still the three people, big and small, as if they are rushing a long way.

I held out for a while, but I didn't feel sleepy. If you can survive the hardest period in the middle of the night, you will be much more awake and enter a state where you can't sleep. Looking at my watch, an hour passed unconsciously, and I felt bored enough to not sleep all night for such an ethereal shadow.

I'm a little impatient, if it's always like this, I might as well read a book for a long night.

After another twenty minutes or so, the shadows began to change. Let's assume that these three shadows are indeed three people, and their walking posture is quite normal at first. The left and right arms shook and walked, and he walked very smoothly. And now, the shadow of the white woman in front is still walking normally, and the two men in black suits in the back are not walking, but are replaced by an extremely stiff jump.

Their arms were clasped to their sides, their bodies were straight, their knees were not bent, and they jumped forward. The shadows on the walls are also moving at a very fast pace. The woman walked in front of her without hurrying or slow, don't look at the two men behind her jumping so fast, but the position and distance between them have never changed.

This finally appealed to me. I watched with bated breath, not daring to breathe.

As they walked, they seemed to be on a crowded market, because there were more and more shadows of people on the walls, large and small. I feel that these figures that appear later are more like a kind of set, they don't move, and the size is completely determined by the distance traveled by the three people.

As the three men approached, the figure next to them slowly grew larger; They were far away, and the figures that walked past slowly became smaller. I simply sat up and stared straight at the wall, and the images became clearer.

I really wondered secretly that the curiosity at this time completely overpowered the fear. This scene on the wall is really dreamlike, a bit similar to the paper-cut shadows in Laoshan Taoist priests. In the haze, I have such an illusion, is there some immortal enlightening me in the dark?

At this time, there were more and more black shadows on the wall, each one no more than the size of a thumb, densely packed with a thousand notes. They moved together, at the exact same speed and rhythm as the three of them.

The three men walked in front, followed by thousands of black figures. On the whole wall, there were dark shadows and strange lights, and my eyes were straight when I saw it.

So many people walked and walked, lined up in a few columns, forming a dense long line.

They began to cross a bridge. The bridge is arched, and it looks a bit like the symbol of the Silver Bridge Group, a very old kind of bridge. At the end of the bridge is a large black shadow, and behind the shadow is a high platform.

This abrupt rise resembles a Mayan pyramid, with stairs on all sides leading to the top of the platform. I don't know how tall it actually is, but in terms of proportions, it's unimaginably large. This high platform was thousands of times larger than those black figures. The figures were smaller than a human hair, and the platform occupied almost half of the wall.

I became interested, so I simply took out a cigarette and watched it while smoking.

The three men walked at the front of the crowd and went up the stairs. The dense crowd of black shadows, following them, poured from all sides of the platform to the top, looking like a swarm of man-eating ants trying to occupy some huge organism.

The whole process is just an intricate change of light and shadow, without any sound, but it brings me an indescribable shock.

At the top of the high platform is a very large empty platform. In the center of the empty platform is a large mirror-like thing. The mirror was almost as large as the platform, and compared to the crowd below, it looked like a small sun.

I was looking intently when the picture on the wall suddenly changed. The whole wall suddenly lit up, like a mirror reflecting the sun's rays. I subconsciously looked back at the window pane, and it was still dark outside.

A large oval mirror appears in the wall, revealing a height of nearly two meters. There are many small ornaments hanging under the mirror, which are extremely antique.

A black mist was reflected in the mirror. The visuals are a bit like black-and-white TVs from decades ago, mixed with snowflake-like grains that are very blurry. I looked at it, and my heart was a little hairy, this is a black fog, and the reflection in the mirror is clearly black clouds.

I'm not quite sure how this mirror ended up on the wall. But based on the black clouds it reflected, I probably thought that this mirror should have been placed diagonally on the ground in reality. The mirror side up, just in time for the overcast rainy day, the dark clouds rolled and were faithfully recorded by the mirror.

Looking at it, my scalp was a little numb and my heart was pounding. Why is this scene in front of me so similar to a midnight bell, and there won't be a woman combing her hair later, right? Thinking of this, I couldn't hold on any longer and retracted into the bed. Tightly wrapped in a ball, I watched with fear.

An image appeared in the mirror, small and blurry, and then slowly began to grow in size. This should be a person, slowly walking towards the mirror.

The mirror was facing me outside the wall, and the figure looked like it was about to come out of the wall.

I shuddered and couldn't help but shiver.

If this figure were a normal person, it would look like a twisted and deformed noodle, thin and long, and it looked extremely weird. I vaguely saw that this person had long hair, and although I couldn't see his face clearly, I still knew that she should be the unknown woman who had been escorted by the ghost just now.

She was standing on the wall, her upper body exposed, her face blurred, and she was staring at me outside.

I swallowed, my scalp tingled, and I didn't dare to move. It took a long time to react, she shouldn't be looking at me, she was staring in the mirror.

At this time, the mirror on the wall suddenly began to slowly start to get bigger. If you compare a wall to a camera, it's not that the size of the mirror changes, but that the camera suddenly closes in. What has changed is that the shadow of that woman is also getting bigger and bigger.

I lifted the quilt and jumped to the ground, but before I had time to put on my shoes, I quickly came to the wall, touched the wall, and almost put my face on it.

I wasn't crazy, but the moment the mirror got bigger, I suddenly saw something very familiar. I have to make sure. The appearance of that thing was completely unexpected and very unexpected.

I don't know how long it took for me to be pushed awake by my mother. I opened my hazy eyes and looked left and right, only to find that the sky was bright. I sat on the ground against the wall and had nothing on me, and I spent the night.

My mom woke me up and told me to lie down in bed so I didn't catch a cold. I suddenly remembered what happened last night, and looked at the wall, it was smooth and slippery, and I couldn't see anything unusual at all.

That scene last night, looking back now, seems like it happened a long, long time ago, and I can't really think about it at all.

I had a terrible headache, and the image of the mirror kept flashing in my head. I jumped out of bed, undressed, and opened the closet.

I rummaged through it for a long time, and finally turned it out.

It was a red tassel made of dozens of red threads, which I inadvertently took out of the mysterious cave of Lingzi Mountain. I never understood what it was, so I threw it in the closet, and now I finally understand.

The mirror I saw last night had dozens of long red tassels hanging from it. Those red spikes are exactly the same as the ones I hold in my hands.

What's going on? My mind is no longer spinning. The mysterious red spike that appeared under the cave was actually an ornament on a mirror somewhere.

I took the red spike in my hand, thought about it for a long time, and felt that the mysterious phenomenon that my father and I saw—those ghost shadows, should have something to do with this red spike. Maybe it's an illusion created by this unlucky thing.

I was thinking that the phone rang, and it was Wang Xiaoyu who called. She asked on the phone: "Liu Yang, how is your father's health?" ”

When I heard this, my whole heart melted. Girls are not beautiful or not, as long as they are empathetic and can say something of concern, it is really more important than anything else. This sentence almost hooked my tears down, and I coughed and said, "It's okay, I've fallen and injured, just rest and rest." ”

"Bring one to my uncle and aunt."

She and I were on the phone for a while. She suddenly grinned: "Liu Yang, I plan to ...... Forget it, I'll tell you, wait for my news. ”

I'm a slow person, and I didn't react for a while, and the phone hung up.

This girl, sometimes gentle and sometimes eccentric, I don't know what kind of demon is going to make this time. But my current energy is all on this red spike, which seems to be a bit evil.

I decided to do a test to see if those bizarre visions were directly related to it.

At night, I pretended to sleep and stayed up until midnight, when my parents were asleep, I secretly got up and closed the door of my room.

I held the red tassel in my arms and slowly stroked it from top to bottom. I want to make sure if there's anything strange going on.

After about an hour, I looked at my watch, and it was two o'clock at night. I didn't sleep well last night, and I was sleepy and tired. I nodded my head down, dazed.

I don't know when I fell asleep, and suddenly a hopeless sea appeared in front of me. I'm standing on a high place, looking down. The light below is very poor, it should be sunset, the tide of the sea rises and falls, revealing a cold depression.

I saw a lonely man standing on the reef by the sea. He was in his trouser pockets, facing the sea, his figure distant and indistinct. Although I don't know what he wants to do, the desolation really makes people cry.

Every detail here is so clear, but I still feel like it's a dream. Because in my memory, there seems to be no sea or beach in the whole world that feels like this.

Before I knew it, tears were flowing.

Even though it was just the back, I still recognized it. He is Li Yang, who has disappeared for a long time.