Chapter 128 The Man in the Mirror
The tightly closed door suddenly shook, and debris fell down. Someone was kicking and pushing the door hard, trying to break into the space. The alarm finally stopped ringing, and one could hear faint curses outside the door and one or two familiar voices. Ye Yunhe even heard the buzzing sound of the captain's long sword in a trance.
It seems that the replica and the NPC are on the same page.
Yes, the Glass Man and the Clone, two characters who exist in the dungeon just to hinder the player from passing the level. Even though they are on opposite sides, they will hold their noses and shake hands to make peace when the player arrives.
The door let out an unbearable scream. The heavy sword was halfway inside the door, and it was forced in from the middle with brute force. It then bent and lifted the floor board, revealing the gloom from the inner room.
The NPCs kicked the door with all their might, one after another, and the door fell down heavily, with the parts used to fix it scattered all over the floor.
But they were late.
"Since the most important clue has been found, there is no need to stay here any longer." Ye Yunhe raised his eyebrows, "It seems that they have worked in vain."
There were hurried footsteps mixed with angry curses. The people who squeezed into the room, holding weapons, ran towards the bathroom without hesitation. The almost distorted expressions on their faces were as hideous as those of evil spirits.
Ye Yunhe smiled silently, and his fingertips, which were only a few inches away from the mirror, no longer lingered, but pressed straight up and touched the familiar coldness.
A vortex appeared under his finger, and in a blink of an eye it replaced the spider-web-like cracks and engulfed the entire mirror, like a thick and sticky mixture of countless colors, which kept flowing and attracting people's attention, slowly approaching without their noticing.
An irresistible suction force came and instantly sucked anyone who approached into the center.
The bathroom door was roughly pulled open, and the poor door was slammed against the wall. The belated replica glanced around with a calm brow.
The bathroom was empty.
There was only the mirror facing the room, quietly embedded in the middle of the wall, reflecting the appearance of every person who came with its broken body.
And there was no one on the lens at this moment.
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A feeling of dizziness.
The passage was like a twisting and winding mountain road with eighteen bends. This time it was particularly long and almost shook out Ye Yunhe's breakfast for the past three days. She didn't even have time to look at her destination before she leaned against the wall and covered her mouth to calm herself down.
What followed was an alienated energy that was several times denser than the previous space, spreading throughout the air and penetrating every pore. It almost choked people and made them cough when it was inhaled into their noses. Based on the rule that not breathing can delay alienation, but not breathing will lead to death now, Ye Yunhe could only silently swallow the itch in his throat and breathe as slowly as possible.
Hearing is the last to return.
The hustle and bustle of traffic, the shouting and laughter of the crowds, the electronic sounds of the overhead broadcasts and the retro background sounds played in the shops all reached my ears at the same time and were slowly analyzed by my brain.
His face was so cold.
This thought first came to Ye Yunhe's mind. When she came to her senses, her face, which was covered by her hands, was chilled, and she almost killed her own hands out of shock.
She put her hands down and looked down, only to find that her hands were as stiff as if they had been pressed under her head and slept for two hours. They were so strange that if she accidentally touched them, she would almost think it was someone else touching her.
A completely transparent glass product without flesh or veins, spliced together with the wrist.
"Hiss..." Ye Yunhe frowned.
Her entire hand had completely turned into glass, unable to sense any touch, and even simple movements like grasping were difficult for her to do.
The coldness spread to the wrist and slowly spread outwards.
"Just entering it instantly exacerbates the degree of alienation. This space..." She subconsciously blew on her hands, trying to warm them up. "It's really dangerous, and I can tell without telling you."
The space this time is also very familiar.
The busiest commercial street in the central city, the area with the strongest sense of life, is also the place Ye Yunhe must pass by every time he wants to go out for a stroll. Once you arrive here, you will have a beautiful illusion that "the end of the world has not yet come", as if all worries can be thrown away. The food court for the last welfare event was also generously sponsored by the bosses here.
Ye Yunhe knew where this was with his eyes closed. He knew the terrain by heart. This was a hundred times better than that mental hospital.
The headset that was securely fixed on the earlobe suddenly emitted a long "beep" sound, indicating that the teammate had sent a communication invitation.
Her eyes suddenly lit up, and Ye Yunhe lightly pressed the earphone with her fingertips - no response, the vitrified skin had no fingerprints left and could not be identified. She wordlessly raised her hand and touched it again with her forearm.
Now there is a reaction. There were too many people nearby, and NPCs that were as vivid as real people were walking around. Occasionally, they would cast a few curious or worried glances at him. Ye Yunhe stood up and walked naturally to a corner not far away, pretending to be talking on the phone.
After the short and anticipated silence, the boy's clear voice with a subtle electric sound appeared.
"...Xiaoye?"
"I'm on my way and will meet you in about five minutes."
"Xiao Heng." Ye Yunhe's eyes were filled with smiles. He missed you so much after not seeing you for a few hours. "Finally I get to see you. The captain and Yu'an at least have a copy to look at, but you've never shown up in front of me."
Qi Heng on the other side sighed: "That said, I haven't even seen your clones."
"This place is a one-to-one copy of Canterlot. It's too easy to hide three people here."
"So you landed at the end right at the start?" Ye Yunhe raised his eyebrows. "I really don't know if it's your physical condition or the copy setting. Well, think positively, maybe our copies haven't been born here yet, and you won't be upset because you can't tell the real one apart."
"By the way, have you contacted those two people before?"
"Well, I just contacted the captain and told him some ideas about the laws of space." The voice was accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind. The boy on the other side was running towards here. "I'll tell you more about that later. I don't want to be disappointed. Besides, the captain should be here soon."
After responding casually, Ye Yunhe looked around in a relaxed manner.
Very real. This was her first thought of where she was. There are always a lot of people in the commercial street, not to mention that it happens to be peak hours. Looking around, there are people everywhere, doing their own things and having their own emotions. Everything is natural like reality, full of fireworks that are different from previous copies.
She even saw the snack stand owner whom she had just met a few days ago, who was busy flipping the skewers on the shelf, sprinkling cumin on them, and handing them to the hungry buyers in front of the stall.
"This copy..." She couldn't think of how to describe the weirdness in her heart, "It's really unique from head to toe."
People can't help but worry about the possible loss of three people in the late game.
"I think so too." Qi Heng agreed with her, "It's like a beautifully packaged gift box, but after opening it, you find out it's a prank with explosive destructive power."
What kind of metaphor is this?
Ye Yunhe couldn't help but smile. Just as she was about to reply with some complaints, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the right, attracting her attention. She paused and listened curiously.
"Eh? What's this headline? It's so abstract." Several pedestrians walking side by side stood close together, and one of them held up his phone to show the others, "Look, look, this news is fresh out and still hot."
"...Hmm? What? Let me see." A person on the left leaned forward.
"Ha, what the hell is this headline? 'A teenager climbed the tallest building in Central City and sat alone on the railing, suspected of committing suicide'?" Another person grabbed the phone with wide eyes, read it carefully again, and read it out in disbelief, "Holy shit? Zundu is fake?"
On the screen, in a picture embedded in the center of the text, a blurry little figure of a "teenager" was sitting high on the railing. The shaky posture made people feel nervous.
There was also a GIF following it, showing the "teenager"'s slightly stiff body as he looked from afar, and his back as he jumped over the railing and left indifferently.
"How can the official release be fake? There are also photos."
The guy who got his phone back at the beginning punched his friend angrily: "But how did that guy do it? The news didn't say they caught the man, just that they managed to persuade him to leave. And wasn't there security in that building? They attacked him from both sides but still couldn't catch him. Now I don't even know where the teenager is."
"Oh my god, so amazing?" The man on the left finally saw the whole picture on the screen, staring at the picture and taking a deep breath, "With this ability, maybe he just went up to see the scenery and enjoy the breeze. It's not a suicide at all, right?"
"Who knows?"
The person holding the phone paused: "Anyway, I'm going to take a screenshot of this news and send it to the group to see how they react."
…
Ye Yunhe fell into silence.
The headset had a very good sound reception effect, and the loud voices of several people next door were also recorded and transmitted intermittently to the ears of the young man on the other side.
So Qi Heng also fell silent.
For a moment, the only sounds that could be heard were the rubbing of clothes as he ran and his shallow breathing.
"Xiao Heng, do you think the young man described by those people sounds familiar?" After a moment, Ye Yunhe spoke in a strange tone, with a few leaked laughs, "Hiss... This kind of person who likes to stay in high places, sit on the railings, and has the ability to completely avoid attracting the attention of security guards is very similar to an old friend of mine."
"Oh, is it just a gust of wind or a suicide attempt? I really can't figure it out—"
The other side pretended to be dead for a while.
"I guess it's the former."
After a few seconds of silence, the young man's earphones rang with a calm response: "I guess the teenager probably didn't expect to be discovered by you. He originally thought that his acquaintances would arrive later, just in time to avoid this fabricated news."
The sound of brisk footsteps was transmitted from the headset to reality, and the thin figure of the boy in the crowd was still clear. Qi Heng pushed aside the pedestrians who were blocking the way and walked slowly towards this side. There was a trace of embarrassment and dissatisfaction on his face after being teased, but more of it was the peace of mind after seeing his companions.
He stood in front of Ye Yunhe.
"Okay, I'm here. Let's not talk about this topic anymore, even if the captain and the others come."
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