Then, in a self-talking way, answer what is my name, how old am I, what kind of work am I doing......

And so on and so forth.

At first, it was fine.

After almost a hundred days.

He's crazy.

He smashed the mirror and then slit his own throat with shards, and the foremic doctor at the scene also found his own tongue that he had cut himself.

I remember it well.

At the end of this essay, there is a separate paragraph.

Something to the effect of.

Died.

The family found the diary left by the man.

It clearly records the mental changes that have occurred since the thirtieth day when I look in the mirror every day and ask questions.

At first, it took him a long time to remember what his name was.

And, often staring in the mirror in a daze.

Slowly.

His spirits began to languish.

All day and all night, no energy.

But he still does the same thing.

Who I am, who I am, who I am.

Until the 60th day.

He no longer asks who I am.

Instead, ask yourself in the mirror who you are.

And every day in the future, everything I do, I have to face the mirror, even when I eat, and even bite the porcelain spoon and swallow it little by little.

His mouth was full of blood, and instead of feeling pain, he laughed maniacally.

The time to come.

What he is doing is getting weirder and weirder.

Saying that he has seen another world, that the person in the mirror is the real self, and that he should not have come to this world.

Even.

He also wrote in his diary: I and my family should not be in this world, I should kill everyone.

Start with this sentence.

On every page that follows, there is only one dense word.

Kill.

Write it down with a red pen.

And the last sentence of the diary is: I know who I am.

Although there was no bloody description, I was still young at the time, and when I saw this description, I only felt a chill in my back.

When I grew up and was nurtured by my parents, I realized that this practice was indeed real.

In the Buddhist concept, it is a kind of washing.

Wash yourself everything since birth.

Destroy all cognition.

Then create a new "me".

It's me in the mirror.

But do it.

There are generally only two consequences.

Or, destroy yourself.

In the process of questioning, facing a huge panic, and then disintegrating yourself, and finally unable to hold on, you will go to death.

Either......

Completely become another person.

Neither of these is a good result.

Straight to the point.

Zong Qiqi walked into the bathroom in the living room.

This is the largest master bathroom, there is no dry and wet separation, but there is a lot of space, and there is a wooden barrel bathtub inside, which is very dirty.

Mirrors hung from the walls, covered in dust.

Zong Qiqi took out a tissue, wiped it clean, and then put the candle on it, so that the camera in the live broadcast room would not be so dark.

The mirror reflects her appearance.

I have to say.

Her face, illuminated by candlelight, was like an ancient boudoir jasper.

"What are you looking at?"

"Classmate Yang!"

"Stand behind me, I'm going to start."

I nodded, and stood diagonally, the camera focused on her, avoiding myself in the mirror.

Soon.

Zong Qiqi was ready.

Looking in the mirror with a blank face.

One second, two seconds.

The comb begins to comb through the loose hair.

The movement, very soft, very light.

I don't know if she did it on purpose.

Every time I finish combing, I will subconsciously stroke my earlobe.

Temperament, perfect.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

"Who am I?"

"Who am I?"

"Who am I?"

But then, her slightly trembling voice pulled me back to reality.

Although on the surface, she seems very calm.

But the unsteady hand still betrayed her.

Ten minutes of time.

Say long is not long, say short is not short.

I don't think anything will happen.

Aside from the fact that she was combing her hair faster and faster, she didn't encounter anything unthinkable.

Rather.

Halfway through the comb, a cold air blew through the vents.

The candle was directly extinguished.

Zong Qiqi immediately let out a scream, and by the time I lit it again, she had already squatted down and hugged my thigh.

"One minute left, hold on."

I reluctantly lifted her up and told her to continue.

It's just that the hair that was originally combed has become a mess.

"Nope."

"I've got to hold on."

She gave herself a sigh of relief, let go of her hand and combed her hair again.

A minute later.

Safe and sound.

Nothing happened.

"See?"

"Have you seen it all?"

"There is no such thing as a murderous house in the world!"

"You are all self-deception!"

She smirked at the camera and urged me to go to the next bathroom.

In the live broadcast room, many viewers were laughing at her overreaction just now, as if this had become a show effect.

The second is the guest guard.

Also on the ground floor.

area, very small.

Zong Qiqi was familiar with the road lightly, and without delaying the time, he immediately began to comb his hair and chatter, and this time he was obviously much calmer.

I also waited quietly, not in a hurry.

Ten minutes later.

Nothing happened.

"It's easy."

Zong Qiqi smiled with satisfaction and immediately pulled me to the second floor.

Although she had the confidence of the first two times, she did not exaggerate the choice of the bathroom in the master bedroom.

It seems that she also knows that if something terrible really happens, then the probability of the master bedroom must be greater than the others.

After all, in a narrow sense, the master bedroom is the murderous house.

But what I didn't expect was that this third bathroom was a little weird and overdone, and the decoration inside was not like modern, but a little old.

The mirror is a brass mirror of the ancient type, and there is a wooden dressing table, which resembles the dowry of an ancient marry.

Generally, only the elderly will like this kind of decoration.

Seemingly.

This bathroom is specially for the contractor's parents.

Zong Qiqi thought of a piece with me, and she looked at me cautiously: "Is there anything special about combing your hair in front of the brass mirror?" ”

"Nope."

I replied quietly.

It's just a matter of overthinking.

Many people may think that as long as it is an ancient thing, it will be more or less stained with evil spirits and something bad enough.

This idea is not right.

The real hoodoo is always the one that has become one that has been contaminated with yin energy first, and it is unlikely that it will become unclean because of the year or years.

Hearing my answer, Zong Qiqi was also relieved.

This time, she wasn't in a hurry.

I looked at the brass realm, reached out to straighten it, and was about to comb my hair, when I suddenly screamed and shrank into my arms.

"What's wrong again?"

I asked, puzzled.

"In the mirror, in the mirror, there is, there is a face......"

With a frown, I picked up the candle on the table and looked at the brass mirror.

I don't know if I don't see it.

At first glance, there really is an extremely white face!

It's just that it's not a scary thing at all.