Chapter 26 Twin Villages (2)
Acceptance seems to be the right choice at the moment.
It's just a game. As long as you follow the rules, there will be no problem.
The rules of Ma Dan.
Fang Ke put the flashlight into the side pocket of his backpack, picked up the flickering candle on the ground, found the bathroom by the eerie candlelight, and walked in.
The faucet in the sink was broken, and the sound of dripping water was so hollow that it was almost scary.
Fang Ke stood in front of the mirror with his legs slightly apart, shoulder-width apart, so that he could maintain his balance better and avoid any bad things that might suddenly appear and cause him to move.
He placed two candles at the two ends of the sink, then rubbed his hands together to create a little heat, then placed his palms on his eyelids and rubbed them.
To relax the eye nerves, but unfortunately he looked in his backpack and there were no eye drops.
It is not easy to keep from blinking for fifteen minutes. Under highly tense circumstances, his eyes will become extremely dry in just a few tens of seconds, and he will blink instinctively if he is not careful.
He had to overcome his instincts.
After making preparations, Fang Ke took a box and placed it under his arm, then extended his index finger to touch the mirror.
He took a deep breath and asked the gloomy self in the mirror: "Who are you?"
There was no answer, only the sound of dripping water.
"Who are you?"
"Who are you……"
"Who are you"
The watch counted to the fifth minute and then suddenly went off.
Damn... now he had no idea of time.
He could only count silently in his mind, each time a water drop fell he counted one second, but he didn't dare to completely trust the water drops. After looking at the mirror for a long time, he even felt that the person in the mirror was not himself at all.
"Who are you?" he said.
"Who are you?" the person in the mirror also asked him silently.
He didn't know how many minutes it was before he felt the sound of water dripping slower and slower. Now, it seemed that the time it took to drip one drop was just enough to make two drops.
Maybe it was because the bathroom was too empty, but he seemed to hear an echo. It sounded like another invisible person was asking him who he was.
The person in the mirror looked less and less like himself. Fang Ke was distracted for a moment and his fingers almost left the mirror.
No… How could the person in the mirror not be himself? It was all a trap, trying to trick him into letting go.
But...why did he feel that his index finger was not touching the mirror, but touching the fingertip of another person?
etc!
He was actually touching the fingertips of another person! Because when you look in the mirror, even if you put your hand close to the mirror, the reflection of the mirror will be some distance away from your fingers, so it's impossible for them to touch each other!
Fang Ke was horrified for a moment, and a voice in his heart desperately called out to him to quickly take his fingers away from the mirror!
It's dangerous, he can't go on, it's too dangerous, his fingertips are touching those of a strange creature!
"Who are you?" the person in the mirror asked, curling his lips.
Did he just open his mouth? Did he just ask? He had asked so many times that he was a little lost, no longer sure if he was repeating himself.
"Who are you..." Fang Ke repeated mechanically. His eyes had been open for too long and had lost their luster.
He couldn't help but wonder who the person in the mirror was.
"Who are you?" he asked anxiously, feeling a surge of irritation in his heart.
Who is it, who is it, who is standing there, who is holding his hand, who is asking him, who
Fang Ke felt like he was going insane, as if someone was about to emerge from the mirror.
He thought he was standing still, but he didn't know that his body was actually leaning towards the mirror. It looked as if he was attracted by something and wanted to get into the mirror!
The candle on the sink had long been extinguished, but the candle in the mirror was still burning!
There was a person standing behind him, with his hands on his shoulders and lying on his back, but there was nothing behind him in the mirror!
Fang Ke seemed to be in a state of terror. He could not see anything unusual and just kept muttering: Who are you, who are you, who are you, who are you, who are you...
…
On the second floor, two "people" were sitting in front of the TV.
The TV showed the image of the bathroom, in black and white, without sound, and indescribably strange.
"Master Divine Lord, you owe me a favor this time."
Shen Cinian was eating fruit with a fork, but no one knew whether he was eating normal fruit or fruit pinched by his emotions.
Shuyi tilted his head, sitting awkwardly, and drank a can of iced Coke leisurely.
"My precious mirror has to be used for ten years. Hey, what are you going to give me to compensate me?"
"What do you want?" Shen Cinian's eyes did not move away from the surveillance screen on TV. He was not looking at Fang Ke, he was looking at the person in the mirror. The person in the mirror looked very similar to Fang Ke, but there were many differences.
The biggest difference... might be that the guy has black hair.
Shuyi stretched out his hand, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I want to taste the taste of God."
Shen Cinian's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes moved away from the TV and looked at the Abyss-level evil spirit beside him.
"I helped you identify his past life, and it turns out he wasn't your believer. You wouldn't be so stingy with such a big favor as to give up even a little black mist, would you?"
It's easy to say, that is his true body, his original power, how can he let others do it at will?
What's more, this guy wants to eat it.
Shu Yi fearlessly approached, greedily breathing in the scent of Shen Qinian's body, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh my, it's really too intoxicating. If you are willing to reward me with a little flesh and blood, I will become your most servile follower~"
Shen Cinian was silent for a long time. With a cold face, he pierced his index finger with a needle. At the moment when a drop of blood was about to fall, the Abyss Monster held his finger in his mouth and sucked it obsessively.
"Lord God, you taste amazing," Shu Yi said, lying on the sofa with a satisfied look on his face after getting what he wanted. "Whether you consider promoting me to a saint or not, I am your most loyal supporter. I am much better than that little guy from a hundred years ago."
"Those who are not of my race must have different hearts," Shuyi reminded kindly.
"Since it's not him, there's no reason for this god to get entangled with him." Shen Qinian stood up, and his figure gradually turned into mist and dissipated.
"Really?" Shuyi lazily sat up a little, "Farewell, my Lord."
When Chen Cinian walked out of the copy and could no longer sense it, Shu Yi muttered: "I don't think so."
"I'm doing this for your own good," Shuyi raised his hand and waved. The TV screen suddenly flashed like snowflakes, and the surveillance footage also changed.
"If he comes back again, the abyss will be in turmoil." Shu Yi stared at the surveillance camera with interest. "Let me see how capable you are, Saint."
…
At the moment when the thing was about to strangle Fang Ke's neck, Fang Ke raised one hand and grabbed it directly.
"Hmm," Shuyi raised his eyebrows, "Oh my, he's still so powerful even with the causal chain on, he's worthy of being called that."
Fang Ke didn't know that there was a bored guy upstairs who was spying on him. He grabbed the ghost that attacked him with one hand, and the other hand was still on the mirror.
He deliberately counted fifty seconds more, which should be enough now. He tentatively moved his fingers away, and the moment he heard "Challenge successful", he grabbed one of Gui's arms with both hands and threw him out with force.
Damn it, I’ve endured it for so long, and I can’t stand it anymore!
Can’t you see he’s playing games? Why are you pushing him in front of the mirror? It’s so annoying!
Do you think you are Shen Cinian and can just press his head at will?
Fang Ke was so annoyed that he even wanted to chase the troublemaker and beat him up.
But it was too dark, and the ghost quickly disappeared.
Fang Ke picked up the flashlight and pressed the switch.
The light is very dim, even weaker than a candle...
He seems to have been fooled!
【0221, you'd better explain.】
[Don't be impatient, honey. The flashlight isn't for lighting you. You need to hold the flashlight to see the clues.]
Is that so? Doubtfully, Fang Ke took the flashlight and left the bathroom, looking elsewhere.
When the flashlight shone on the sofa, Fang Ke instantly straightened his back and made an attacking stance! There was someone on the sofa!
But when he looked closely, his shoulders relaxed again.
That's not a person, it's just... a person's print, printed on the sofa.
Is your head hurting again? Do you remember your school pencil case? You kept your eraser and ruler together, and one day, the ruler got stuck to the eraser and melted. Naively, you thought the eraser had eaten the ruler. You didn't understand why, but from that day on, you became attentive to the connections between objects. Everyone who knew you thought you'd grow up to be a scientist, but do you remember why you chose to be a detective?
[Trigger prompt: Human prints on the sofa. You've forgotten a lot of things, even... people. Maybe you took a family photo.]
[Trigger the psychic game: Sitting on the sofa, you find yourself completely overlapping with the dark human print. You close your eyes and repeat the question again: Who are you?]
[Rule: No matter what you hear or feel, you must not open your eyes.]
You are a coward, you've never been brave. You don't remember who protected you, nor how you left the Twin Village. As you sit on the sofa, after all these years, you finally find yourself in his arms again. This game is mandatory. Please sit on the sofa within ten seconds, or the communication will be considered a failure, and you will become one with the sofa in his own way.
Fang Ke couldn't help but dry heave.
The sofa is a real leather sofa, and the ruler was eaten by the eraser because like dissolves like. And could it be that the human print was originally a piece of human skin that was "eaten" by the sofa?
That's so disgusting!
Damn! The dungeon designer is truly sick!
【Can I not play】
[No, honey. Don't be afraid, honey. Just sit down and close your eyes and you won't be eaten.]
Seven seconds out of ten had passed. Fang Ke made up his mind and sat down directly, closing his eyes and pretending not to know.
"Who are you"
He just asked once and was about to ask again, but this time he got a response.
"Fang Ke..."
Something was touching his face, and the slightly itchy touch felt like a centipede crawling on his face. Fang Ke cursed inwardly and remained patient without moving.
"I am... Fang Ke."
What the hell!?! It’s Fang Ke, then who is he?!
Grass! ! !
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