The floor-to-ceiling mirror was about three feet wide and nearly two meters high, and the base was a single piece of obsidian, carved with small figures holding their hands up. The little men tilted their heads and looked at where the mirror was, their faces full of fanaticism.

To the left and right of the mirror are two Roman relief columns, jujube red sandalwood. On the left pillar is a monster with sheep's horns and bat wings, and on the right is a naked man and woman entangled. Two busts of wizards floated from the top of the column, men on the left and women on the right, both wearing pointed hats and wands, and the hollow carved spells held up the heavy frieze, and the stone was carved with a line of words.

Because the sky was too dark, and the handwriting was a little blurry, Zheng Qing couldn't see what was written on it for a while, and could only vaguely see words like 'water' and 'people'.

At this moment, all his attention was on the terrifying reflection in the mirror.

He bet that the monster in the mirror with his appearance, his clothes, his fangs, and the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth had nothing to do with him.

"Who is it?!"

The wizard exclaimed and took a step back.

The gentleman pressed him on the shoulder, stopping him from exiting the pavilion: "It's just an interesting shadow, don't pay attention...... Like I said, we're going to go to an interesting world. ”

After realizing that the terrifying picture could not scare the people outside the mirror, the people in the mirror showed a trace of annoyance, pulled the cloak on his body as a cover on his head, and revealed his image again, which was already Zheng Qing wearing women's clothes.

Black bows, white ruffled aprons, lace belts, garters, and small round scalp shoes. It seems that in order to adapt to this dress, the guy in the mirror also stepped on the inner figure-eight, and half-covered his face with a paper fan in his hand. The young public-funded student who looked straight at him turned red and was angry.

"Crazy! It's lawless!" he opened his eyes wide in anger, and he didn't choose what to say, and he wanted to smash the mirror with his fist, but he was afraid of breaking his hand, so he could only look left and right, trying to find a solid stone.

"Don't worry about these details. The gentleman raised his hand and flicked his fingers at the shadow in the mirror, and the monster in the women's clothes screamed, rolled, and was bounced deeper into the mirror until it became a small dot and disappeared into the mirror completely.

But that didn't make Zheng Qing feel at ease.

The thought of some monster in women's clothes pretending to be himself screaming in some corner of the world made him tremble from head to toe as if he had eaten a large mouthful of mustard.

As if feeling the boy's unstable state of mind, Mr. patted him comfortingly on the shoulder.

"Are you ready?" he asked, tilting his head.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath, his expression stiffened, and tentatively stretched out his finger and touched the silver mirror.

The mirror ripples like water waves.

"Let's go. ”

The gentleman's voice echoed in his ears. Immediately, Zheng Qing felt that the hand he was holding was pulled hard, and the whole person was pulled into the air, his feet off the ground, and then he slammed into the silver wave.

Wow!

There was a sound in my ears that sounded like falling into the water, and it was pitch black in front of me. Zheng Qing could clearly feel himself passing through one swirling, twisted, black-and-white barrier after another, constantly falling towards the 'depths' and 'deeper'.

Until a dull yellow light pierced his eyelids.

Zheng Qing's feet were slammed, and the whole person regained the feeling of weight.

When he got used to his surroundings, he realized that he was in a long and narrow corridor with him. Overhead is an upside-down candle, the pale yellow candlelight being ripped out of a smooth spindle under the action of gravity, sprinkling a dim, jumping light and shadow.

"Mr. ......"

"Shh

The gentleman put his right index finger to his lips and whispered a shush, motioning for the boy to observe quietly.

The light and shadow in the corridor danced, and Zheng Qing's vision gradually became clear. On both sides of the corridor, which was originally deep and narrow, many flaming torches suddenly lit up. Under the torches, there were closed doors.

Zheng Qing has such a fan recently.

There is no room number on the paulownia door, nor any decoration or runes, but a piece of transparent glass embedded in the center of the door. Looking through the glass, there was a bathroom—cubicles, urinals, washstands, brooms and mops hanging behind the door, just like any school restroom.

Zheng Qing looked at it several times before realizing that this glass should be located in front of the bathroom sink.

After the boys wash their hands, they rarely apply smudger in the mirror, but there are a few oily guys who come to the glass and fix their already shiny hair.

"So, why not the women's restroom. The boy slipped through this thought with regret in his heart, and then realized that Mr. was next to him, and immediately denied it in his heart: "No, no, I'm actually not that dirty...... Human...... If it was really a women's bathroom, I would close my eyes immediately. ”

Just as he was carrying out psychological construction, the bathroom door opened with a bang behind the glass window.

A couple of boys pushed and shoved in.

One of them was short, thin, and wore rectangular black-rimmed glasses, while the other three had two large-shouldered, round-waisted, almost bald hairstyles, and one had long hair and fair skin.

Several boys who had gone to the toilet had frightened expressions on their faces, lifted their pants, and didn't even have time to wash their hands, so they escaped. The toilet door was slammed shut and stuck.

The three of them surrounded the skinny man with glasses in the corner of the toilet, pushing and shoving, and talking about something. From time to time, the fair-skinned boy raised his hand and gave the man with glasses a slap.

The two big-shouldered and round-waisted followers laughed, one left and one right, twisting the thin boy's shoulders to stop him from resisting.

Nothing new, bullying scenes.

The thugs ask for protection money.

The skinny boy weakly said that he had no money.

In exchange for a flurry of punches and kicks.

The boy who was beaten squatted down holding his stomach, and was immediately pulled by the ears and picked up, and received several slaps.

After beating him like this for a while, I don't know who used too much force and pushed the skinny boy against the wall. The boy's skull hit a raised angle iron on the wall, and in the blink of an eye, he was bleeding profusely.

The two attendants were startled, and the hand holding the boy's shoulder involuntarily loosened.

The white-skinned boy didn't care, lifted the skinny boy's school uniform, wiped his face indiscriminately, and warned him not to talk nonsense outside. Then the three of them walked away.

The skinny boy stumbled to the mirror and took off his glasses, revealing a pair of eyes that were intertwined with anger and fear.

"Help me," he muttered, whispering into the empty mirror and empty toilet, "help me...... Kill them...... Killed..."

The voice behind him was very distorted, and Zheng Qing couldn't hear what he said.

All he could see was the boy's bloodstained hand pressed against the glass, leaving a trail of curse and magic.

The light and shadow flowed, and the three boys who bullied people suffered in the toilet one after another. Two of his followers broke their legs while going to the toilet, and the white-skinned guy fell directly into the toilet and drowned—the school security department couldn't understand why a 1.7-meter-old boy could drown in a toilet pit less than two feet deep.

This incident has been a strange story on this campus for decades.