No matter how wide her eyes subconsciously were, her vision was replaced by an absolute, hopeless darkness.

It's not the kind of darkness that she "sees" when she closes her eyes, but the "darkness" that seems to be as if her eyeballs don't exist, as if people are trying to look out of their elbows, and naturally there is only "darkness" where nothing exists, and the "darkness" that cannot be illuminated by mobile phones.

Ai Weili knew that he was still in the convenience store; She could faintly hear the electrical tint of the lamps, the motors of the ice-cream cabinets and beverage cabinets, and the rustling of puffed food bags as they were scratched over — the last sound, which was getting closer and closer to her.

I can't let them get close to me, Ai Weili seemed to be frozen in his mind, and the thought floated with difficulty. She should back off, she should back off right now, maybe she can get out of the area wrapped in darkness

But Ai Weili's body had already froze, as if there was another survival mechanism, completely taking over her body - not moving, not breathing, trying to think of herself as an ornament, a piece of furniture; At the same time, she secretly prayed that what was gradually filling up in the darkness would also mistake her for not being a living being.

The sound of the bag being scratched suddenly stopped, and Ai Weili realized that the thing that made the sound had probably come out of the shelves.

Walked into the darkness? Are you in the same area as her? Feel her?

Countless questions were frantically washing through her mind, and in the next moment, all of them stopped disappearing, leaving only a blank space.

Because Ai Weili sensed—not touched, not smelled, more like a creature intuitively captured—that something had just walked past her.

After walking over, the thing suddenly stopped again.

The stretching and contraction of the flesh, the subtle movement of the hair rubbing against each other, and the moist sound of the corners of the mouth parting and the lips brushing over the gums, were so light that they were almost hallucinatory, and gradually revealed in front of them.

Something that had just walked over and felt her.

Ai Weili knew that she had been crying silently.

She hated that; If those things were taking pleasure in her fears, playing with her as prey, the last thing she wanted was for them to be satisfied with her tears—she would rather die than let them think she was crying with fear.

Gritting his teeth, Ai Weili forced himself to squat down slowly and silently, away from the height where the opposite face was.

Whether it was useful or not, she didn't know.

Like a crab, she crouched on the ground and took a sideways step, her hands still groping, lest she accidentally touch something or make a sound.

She didn't know if the thing was near her, so she could only move as carefully as she could—after a few steps, she stopped and listened.

A cloud of hot air rushed out of her mouth and suddenly hit her face.

Ai Weili couldn't control himself anymore, and subconsciously stepped back, and his shoulder hit the merchandise shelf under the cash register, and immediately knocked it all over, smashing it on the ground one after another along with the merchandise shelf board, resounding throughout the store.

"Ai Weili? Ai Weili! ”

A distant shout pierced through the loud noise and pierced into her ears - completely subconsciously, Ai Weili forgot what was in front of her face, forgot the "Wei Luo" who had just sent a message to her, and immediately shouted: "Help!" ”

It wasn't Verro's voice that answered her, but a muffled sound in front of her; It's as if something that was touching her face was suddenly hit by something.

"What did I hit?" Vero asked, "Is that you?" ”

What is going on, Ai Weili doesn't know; But she was now re-energized, and crawled desperately to the side with her hands and feet, shouting as she crawled: "No, you hit it!" ”

"Stop," called Vero, "I'll throw something over and you grab it!" ”

What to throw? How could she not move? Even if she didn't move, how could she be in the dark—

"Bang", a heavy thing that was cold and hard smashed right on Ai Weili's forehead, and she screamed in pain; She was startled, and immediately raised her hand to hold down the thing, and before she could feel what it was, she felt the heat behind her again.

The thing was closer.

"Hold on, I'll drag you out!"

Come out?

At that moment, Ai Weili realized that the wet, cold thing in his hand was the shape of a telephone microphone, with a curled telephone cable attached to one end.

That telephone?

By the way, the last time she saw it, it was on the cash register. But she hadn't seen it since the bottom half of her face appeared in the store.

And so on, that is-

Just as the thought flashed through her mind, she immediately felt the pull from the telephone line in her hand—Ai Weili hurriedly got up from the ground, and was dragged forward by it; Before she had time to think about what was going on behind her, she let the phone line pull her and stumble, and then, she crashed headlong into the bright convenience store lights.

Ai Weili couldn't help but squint his eyes and blinked several times before finally opening them again.

Vero was standing in front of her, his eyes shining, hopeful and cautious; After glancing her up and down, Vero finally smiled. "Is it really you? You're not pretending to be something weird, are you? ”

"What's going on?" Ai Weili hurriedly wiped away the tears on his face, and glanced back with palpitations—but couldn't help but be stunned. Vero and she were now standing in front of the drink cabinet closest to the cash register, and when she looked back, she saw that the area was bright and dark. "I was just you, are you really Vero? When did you come out of the reflection? I—I don't understand. ”

"I have a lot of things I don't understand," Vero said with a wry smile, pulling out the phone microphone from her clenched hands. "I'm the real Vero, but this kind of thing, fake people can say it."

Ai Weili found out that Wei Luo had stuffed the telephone into the nearest beverage cabinet, and the telephone line was exposed, and he kicked one foot on the cabinet door to block the telephone in the beverage cabinet. It seems that she just shook the phone line, threw the microphone forward, and smashed it on her head.

"When did the lights come on near the cash register? Isn't it dark? Ai Weili looked at her and put the phone away, and asked in a daze.

"Look over there," Vero said, gesturing to the glass window on the other side of the shop.

The reflection that was supposed to reflect the entire convenience store was missing again, as if someone had painted a cuboid shape with black paint on the reflection in the checkout counter area.

Ai Weili didn't know how to understand the current scene for a while.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute,"

She closed her eyes, pinched her eyebrows, and thought hard for a few seconds. "In the convenience store I was in, the checkout area was dark, and after you dragged me forward a few steps, I entered the convenience store on your side. The cashier area here is lit, but the checkout counter in the reflection is dark, which means "

Vero nodded as if he already knew what she was going to say.

"The one who just entered the reflection was me?"

"Yes," said Vero, as if he were a matter of course, "did you always think that I was the one who entered the reflection?" ”

It seems that this is indeed the case: in reality, there will be no sudden blackout, only in the "reflection of reality", it will suddenly be blackened. When she saw an inexplicable darkness in the store, Ai Weili should have thought that the problem was on her side.

"What the hell is that darkness?" she turned her head to look at the cash register, and saw that the reflection had returned to normal, and the darkness was gone. "I was pulled out of the dark place by you, so is the darkness a 'passage'?"

"That's what I thought," Vero said, looking at the reflection, "Didn't I take a soy sauce bottle and go to see the situation?" When I turned around, I saw that you were gone, and the reflection of where you stood had darkened. ”

Ai Weili listened to her continue in a daze: "I hurriedly looked around the store, but I didn't expect to see you from the glass reflection, and your expression at that time was like seeing a ghost. ”

It's really hell.

"I thought, if you enter the reflection through the 'dark area', can I go through the 'dark area' and pull you back?" When Vero said this, he obviously began to feel a little proud, and said: "Of course, I don't want to go in and look for you by myself, I just bought a PS5, and I don't want to give up my life so soon, especially your reflection is still tricking me to open the door, it feels very unreliable-"

"It's your reflection that tricks me into opening the door, right," Ai Weili protested, took out his mobile phone, and asked, "Isn't this your number?" ”

"It's mine," Vero said, looking at it, "but I didn't send those messages." The message I received, you see, shouldn't have been sent by you, right? ”

On Vero's mobile phone, the person who first proposed to "remove the glass" became Ai Weili himself; She was the one who repeatedly asked Vero to open the door.

"Seeing that you are preaching as if you are preaching, I am vigilant, I am the type of salesman who hates the most. All in all, didn't I fight poison with a phone last time? I was thinking, maybe this time, I can use it to pull you out, you don't know how much effort I put into it, the microphone is too light, it can't be thrown far, and I have to take it apart and fill it with a lot of broken ice. ”

No wonder the microphone was cold and wet, and it hurt so much to hit my head.

"You really saved my life," Ai Weili wiped his eyes again, and for a moment he wanted to hug Wei Luo. "Before you threw out the microphone, something approached me"

At this point, she paused suddenly.

"Wait," Ai Weili turned his head and looked at the cash register, remembering another question. "If the 'dark zone' is a passageway, is the one thing that approached me just now also coming over now?"

Friends, I realized the essence of writing horror, that is, you must be cowardly, to the point that you are always afraid, then others will be afraid if they listen to your brain......

(End of chapter)