Chapter 8: The Cracked Mirror

What appeared in front of Russell was still the rows of floor-to-ceiling mirrors that he was extremely familiar with.

But at the moment, it's as if they've lost those special abilities......

When Russell looked over, he could no longer reveal the Blue Robin or Morgan from inside.

Whichever mirror Russell walked to, he could only see himself in the mirrorβ€”as if they had really become ordinary mirrors.

β€œβ€¦β€¦ Container? ”

Russell tentatively called out to his demon as he walked around: "God's vessel? ”

But he didn't get any response. His voice echoed through the temple.

In the empty temple, it seemed that Russell was the only one left.

He was like a lone prisoner, imprisoned in his own spiritual world.

Looking up, there was no one to communicate.

A visceral, sudden fear suddenly seized Russell's heart.

If you want to describe it, it's like that classic joke......

"Brothers, I will take the college entrance examination tomorrow, can you give some strength?"

"Isn't the college entrance examination today?"

- The kind of fear that welled up in Russell's heart was probably that level.

His pace couldn't help but quicken a few times, until he reached the end of the Sanctuary.

This is no longer an infinite loop of mirrors made up of countless mirrors...... It's like a real church.

Those mirrors that I can't touch have also become a handful.

A total of ten mirrors, five of which have red curtains removed.

The curtain that covered the remaining five mirrors was also removed by Russell.

In those mirrors, there was no illusion.

No Blue Robin, no Alice.

There are no detectives, and there is no Morgan......

Only Russell.

- Only Russell himself.

He reached out tentatively and pressed the mirror, but he didn't feel anything.

Russell in the mirror also stretched out his hand synchronously, and Russell's eyes oozed the fear that Russell knew at a glance.

There was a coldness that penetrated his heart and spleen for no reason, so that Russell's fingertips couldn't help but tremble.

A chill ran down his spine and throughout his body...... It's like drinking ice on a winter day.

β€œβ€¦β€¦ Why, am I so scared? ”

Russell muttered in a low voice, "What am I afraid of?" ”

He stared at himself in the mirror, trying to synchronize and analyze his own psyche.

So, he soon realized what "Russell" was afraid of-

He was afraid that he would not be able to reach other people......

He was terrified of falling into absolute solitude, he was terrified of being alone.

- What he feared was to become a veiled mirror.

An unexplained rage made Russell's body tremble suddenly.

He didn't even know why he was suddenly angry...... It's all so chaotic and ethereal, the logic is broken and blurred,

It's like being in a dream.

…… Wait a minute.

In a dream......

Am I dreaming now?

Russell had such a thought in his mind.

But as soon as the thought came to mind, it disappeared without a trace, completely forgotten by Russell and lost its trace.

Immediately afterward, an even stronger rage poured into his brain.

Russell slammed his fist and hammered it into the mirror in front of him!

I only heard a bang, and the mirror suddenly broke!

Russell's hand didn't hurt or even feel much pain. And the mirror in front of him cracked evenly, as if covered in cobwebs.

On top of each fragment of the mirror, Russell's face is reflected.

Some are angry, some are smiling, some are sad, some are sad......

The surrounding sanctuary seemed to disappear in an instant.

The shattered mirror turned into countless fragments of memory swirled in front of Russell.

Russell subconsciously looked at one of them.

The strong smell of wine poured out of his mouthβ€”

He was just stunned and appeared in front of the mentor.

He was sitting on the teacher's bed.

Russell, who had just vomited from drunkenness, held the juice with trembling hands and looked at Sally Ruth sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

"Hurry up and drink."

The elven woman with a peerless appearance sat beside him with her legs crossed.

She was dressed in a gorgeous crimson gown and adorned with precious jewels, and her long golden hair was naturally draped like the most beautiful satin, glittering in the warm light of the room.

His mentor, Sarilus, has a beauty that can drive people crazy.

She always has a mysterious expression on her face, and she always wants to turn down invitations.

I don't know how many people envy Russell for being able to become Sally Ruth's apprentice.

But in the eyes of the drunken Russell...... It was as if he saw the guru's mouth full of sharp fangs.

Her blonde hair was like some kind of slender worm, squirming slowly under the warm light.

"Drink it...... This is a special medicine for sobering. ”

Sally Ruth let out a soft whisper.

Russell was dumbfounded, holding the orange juice mixed with sobering medicine in his hand, motionless.

As Sally Russ approached Russell, his body couldn't help but tremble.

And the cup in his hand was taken by Sarirus, who took half a sip and held it in his mouth...... In Russell's somewhat frightened eyes, he fed the medicine to Russell's mouth.

After just two sips, Russell's hallucinations and drunkenness quickly subsided.

"No, no, I'm awake...... The wine sobered up......"

Russell was a little embarrassed and a little shy to stop Sally Ruth back: "I just vomited...... Very dirty mouth ......"

"That's just stomach acid."

Hearing this, Sally Ruth smiled slightly and swallowed the sobering pill in her mouth.

She then stuck her tongue out at Russell, signaling that there was no juice left in her mouth.

"Poison won't kill you."

She said angrily and patted Russell's head: "What are you afraid of?"

"Are you still afraid that your mentor will harm you?"

"I'm sorry ......"

Russell muttered under his breath in some confusion.

The next moment, the brief memory ended.

It was a memory that left a deep impression on Russell and made him unforgettable.

It was at this moment that Russell suddenly realized why he felt inexplicably familiar with this scene.

Or rather, where the hell had he seen this-

Every time Russell met his eyes before getting a new mask...... A similar "mirror cracking" sound will be heard.

So at the moment, this is ......

β€œβ€¦β€¦ Yes, my mirror? ”

Russell muttered softly.

The moment Russell realized this, countless dense spider web cracks began to spread rapidly from the hand that hammered into the mirror.

With the clatter of ice crackling, the cracks appeared on his surface.

Russell looked at his hands, then his arms, then his shoulders, his chest......

Through the ice-cracked skin, he saw the interior of his body as a void.

It was a swirling, nebula-like darkness.

It's like the head of a "vessel of the gods."

The substance that made up its skull was large enough to fill the interior of Russell...... And it's more intense, it's darker.

"That's what it is...... Me? ”

Russell whispered almost floating, as if in a dream.

His voice gradually became a overlapping echo: "This is ...... What......? ”

Like a demonic little glass, the accents gradually overlapped.

On top of Russell's voice, the barber's voice began to be layered.

The broken lenses that swirled and flew in front of him, some of them turned into the memories of the Blue Song Robin and Little Liuli.

- These are those memories that were previously accepted by Russell.

At some point, they already existed in Russell's mind.

But after receiving the Blue Song Robin's mask and psionic powers, Russell never looked back at them...... In other words, Russell never discovered, and even had some deeper memories that he had received, but never opened.

It's like drawing a character in a mobile game, but you haven't read the profile and skill description at all.

"The cracks on my body...... It seems to be ...... with small glass."

Russell's heart suddenly moved, and he looked at the fragments of memories that he had not yet seen.

Maybe they can give themselves some answers.

As he thought so, the nebula-like black gaseous mass seeped out of the cracks in his body, condensed and turned into black tentacles, slowly touching the largest fragment of memory.