Vero's shadow will cast on the glass, which means ...... She's standing at the table at this point?

The intense joy led Ai Weili's heart to beat, and just when she was about to rush over subconsciously, her movements stopped.

If Vero was standing there, she didn't need to rely on the reflection to find out, and when she ran over just now, she saw that she didn't need to check it a second time, it was empty, and Vero was obviously not in the store.

No way?

Another thought, which seemed almost unrealistic like a dream, gradually rose from her mind.

Vero is not in the store, but on the glass the conclusion seems simple and logical, but it is extremely unrealistic: Vero is in the reflection.

How did she get into the glass reflection?

Was it that when she went to see the situation just now, she somehow fell into the reflection? Grabbed by the bottom half of the face, replaced? But how can you pull a big living person into the reflection?

In the reflection, Vero was full of anxiety, gesturing at her repeatedly, opening and closing his mouth; It's a pity that Ai Weili can't understand what she means at all.

Another thought, like a cold hand, crept up her back.

Vero is gone, meaning she's the only one left in the store?

Looking at Wei Luo, Ai Weili took a few steps forward in a daze, as if he wanted to subconsciously pick her up, and came to the aisle of the two rows of shelves in the center of the convenience store.

No, it's not.

Thinking of this, she slowly rolled her eyes down the right aisle.

She guessed wrong, she was not the only one left in the store.

A man in a polo shirt and khaki pants is standing in the middle of a shelf with groceries, his head buried deep in a row of goods on the shelf.

He stood straight on the ground, his upper body pressed against the shelves; The long neck, stretched out of the shelves, connected to the neckline of his polo shirt.

In the silence of the next few seconds, the man in the polo shirt stood motionless in front of the shelf.

What is this?

Ai Weili was cold and stiff for a while, not daring to alarm the man, and silently took a step back.

In her peripheral vision, Vero in the reflection of the glass strode closer, as clear and real as if she were standing outside the glass window, waving desperately at her—what was wrong?

Ai Weili's gaze fell on his glass reflection.

The layout of the shops on either side of the glass is the same, but the glass does not seem to have completely lost its character, and she herself casts a shadow on the glass; It's just that compared to Vero, her shadow is light and blurred, like a veil on the cage.

Her shadow looked unremarkable, just like herself, standing a few steps in front of the drink cabinet in a daze; Beverage cabinets, aisles, shelves in the back...... It's all the same as the one next to her, except that the man in the polo shirt is missing.

Vero smashed the glass with his fist desperately.

Ai Weili quickly rolled his eyes at her, and found that this time he seemed to understand what Wei Luo meant.

She seemed to be telling herself to hurry up and go away.

Why?

At that moment, Ai Weili only felt that the hairs on her body were suddenly opened—she knew.

The self on the glass projection cast another "shadow in the shadow" on the glass of the cabinet door behind him; At this moment, the glass is like a mirror, reflecting the reflection on the door of the beverage cabinet behind Ai Weili.

The "Ai Weili" on the door of the beverage cabinet, with his back to Ai Weili, is groping to open the door.

She couldn't hold back an exclamation in her throat, and she didn't dare to turn her head to see if there was really a "self" in the drink cabinet behind her; As soon as she turned around, she had just jumped into the aisle of the shelf next to her, and she jerked to her feet.

A man in a polo shirt is in front of him.

To be precise, he was standing next to Ai Weili's shoulder at this time; I don't know when I changed directions.

He was originally standing in the center of the daily necessities shelf, with his back to Ai Weili; But now he had changed the shelf, and his head was buried deep in the shelf of puffed food, which was just parallel to Ai Weili, and he was standing beside her.

The two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, and for a second or two, the air froze.

Immediately after, Ai Weili turned around and fled.

The unique sound of the drink cabinet door being opened, the rustling of potato chip bags, was born in the air behind her one after another, crawling towards her like vines, trying to keep her footsteps.

When she ran through the glass window, Wei Luo was still standing in the reflection looking at her, his face full of anxiety and worry, and his eyes were round and wide—how dare Ai Weili stop to communicate with her, strode forward, and picked up a shopping basket on the way; When she returned to the cash register, Ai Weili had no way to run, so she hurriedly turned around and held the shopping basket high, ready to smash it out at any time.

Shopping baskets are certainly not lethal; It's just that she gasped and waited for two seconds, but soon found that nothing behind her had followed, and she didn't really use the shopping basket to defend herself.

Strange, what about those two things?

Why is it the same as the lower half of her face, she doesn't chase as soon as she runs?

Ai Weili's heart beat so hard and fast that every blow made her heart muscle ach, making her wonder if she was going to have a heart attack. She held the basket to her chest, wiped away the cold tears from her face, and cautiously took a few steps back, glancing into the aisle between the dining table and the ice-cream cabinet.

The man in the polo shirt stood in the aisle, but he bent over as if he were bowing to someone, his head buried in the freezer full of ice cream.

It seems that when he stops, people will not see his head and not see his head, is it a symbol of "temporary security"?

At least, he didn't come any closer to himself anymore.

Ai Weili hurriedly retreated, looked around carefully, waited for a few seconds, and gradually had a bottom in his heart.

None of those things continued to chase her, and the bottom half of her face was the same

As she stepped back step by step, the lower half of her face became more and more unhappy, and the corners of her mouth drooped more and more; When she first started to run away, she remembered that the corners of the lower half of her face were so deep that she almost cut her chin, but after a few steps of chasing, the lower half of her face disappeared and she was no longer chasing.

Thinking about it this way, the situation was similar when she ran away from the polo shirt and drink cabinet just now.

Could it be that as long as they are away from them for a certain extent, they will not feel themselves? If you can't feel it, you won't chase it anymore?

I thought so, but Ai Weili never had the courage to test this theory by himself.

Just as she was holding the shopping basket and didn't know what to do, she found that Vero's reflection had also run to the gate at this time - if they hadn't been separated, Vero should be by her side now.

Ai Weili has never missed a woman who has known each other for only a few hours.

A man and a reflection meet in mid-air; Vero hurriedly raised a finger in front of his lips, a gesture that was universal and could be understood at a glance - Vero was asking her to be silenced.

Ai Weili was stunned, and then he couldn't wait to give himself a slap.

It turns out that sound is also one of the conditions for them to track themselves?

In this way, before the lower half of her face approached her, she did say "don't come", and before she found that the man in the polo shirt had changed a shelf and came to her shoulder, she also happened to let out an exclamation It turned out to be her voice that attracted these things?

If you can figure out how to get them out of the way

Ai Weili thought for a moment, and gently took a pack of chewing gum from the shelf under the cash register. She raised her hand and threw it hard into the depths of the store—on the glass of the door, Vero, who had been watching her move, seemed to understand her intentions, and finally showed a faint, tired smile.

The gum clicked, hit something, and rolled off to the ground.

Ai Weili's whole body tensed, holding the shopping basket, and waited for a few seconds without saying a word, before he stretched out his head to look at the man in the polo shirt again.

He's no longer in front of the ice cream cabinet.

The man in the polo shirt was standing at the very end of the shelf, four or five meters away from Ai Weili, and his head was stuck in the shelf; Although it was a shelf that had only been put up not long ago, and the goods were scattered and full of gaps everywhere, it was reasonable to say that a human head could not be hidden, but Ai Weili could only see his neck and body.

Sure enough, it seems that the sound does attract the attention of these things; If you get too close to them, you will be sensed by them.

So, on the premise of keeping quiet, just stay away from them as much as possible, right?

Ai Weili's heartbeat finally calmed down a little, and it no longer looked like it was about to break her sternum. Even though Vero hasn't come back yet, at least she's not going to be hunted by these things, and that's an improvement.

There was a soft "pop" sound, and she jerked her head up.

For a moment, Ai Weili thought that something else had appeared beside him; But the moment she saw the store, she fell into a momentary daze—for she had never seen anything like it before in her life, and for a moment, she couldn't understand what she was seeing.

In the convenience store, which has always been bright, there is a piece that suddenly goes dark.

It's not that the lights are gone, it's that a part of the real space has turned black as if it had been painted.

The area where the dining table and ice-cream cabinet are placed is soaked in thick darkness; It was as if it was no longer light that fell from the ceiling lampshade, but a solid darkness.

The darkness took the shape of a cuboid, as if a piece of light had been cut out of a convenience store and blackened. What Ai Weili couldn't understand was that the area was clearly immersed in pure and complete darkness, but she could still see its reflection on the glass—or rather, the reflection of the area that should have been cast on the glass.

She craned her neck and narrowed her eyes.

The dining table, the ice-cream cabinet, and the half-shelf reflected in the glass reflection are all as clear as before. At first, she thought it was Vero who sat at the table.

However, Verro's reflection remained on the glass of the door, and he frowned, not knowing if he had found something or if he was lost in thought.

Ai Weili looked at the woman at the table again.

The woman, with her head bowed all the time, slowly raised a hand, and slammed it heavily but silently on the table.

Almost at the same time, Wei Luo, who was on the glass at the door, looked startled, turned his head towards the table in the reflection, and seemed to hear the voice that did not exist—at the same time, the shop on Ai Weili's side had once again regained its light; However, in the reflection, the woman at the table was still sitting quietly.

As if he couldn't see her, Vero walked cautiously to the table step by step.

It's a bit of a sadomasochist in the middle of the night...... But the number of masochists is not enough! I'm not satisfied! I don't sleep, and neither can anyone else

(End of chapter)