On a snowy night, a young detective arrived and decided to stay the night.
I never expected the castle to be so lively tonight.
Besides the wise and composed detective who was the last to arrive, there was also a gloomy-faced young poet who was said to be revisiting the place and wanted to see the scenery on the mountain, but like the detective, he was unable to leave due to heavy snow blocking the mountain when he came down, and could only stay here temporarily.
In addition, there's a short-tempered hunter, a rebellious girl, a middle-aged office worker with a sarcastic way of speaking, a consumptive ghost who's always yawning, and a crazy, eccentric beggar...
Finally, it was revealed that two people originally lived in the castle: a hunched-over, frightening-looking old woman who was also a little girl who always spoke incoherently and was waiting for her parents to come home.
A group of people, each with their own circumstances, gather at the castle because of the heavy snow, and in their conversations and actions, they seem to be hiding secrets from others.
Soon, as the blizzard swept in again outside the window, the murder occurred—
There were twelve actors on stage, each dressed in their own unique style. Even without detailed introductions, the audience could generally identify their identities and professions. The arrangement of the actors was also not chaotic, with each actor having a reasonable place to "wait" on stage without affecting the main storyline, making the viewing experience very comfortable.
On the contrary, the plot development is not as exciting as the original work.
After all, the original stage play of "The Twelve Mirrors" is two hours long, while this version is only twenty minutes long. Basically, after all the personality characters have been explained, the murder case will begin. Therefore, this part has been heavily cut. The plot twists and turns that give you goosebumps are gone. It basically just follows the clues as they appear.
The detective eventually uncovers the truth and discovers that everyone in the castle is a villain—including himself.
A detective who solved countless cases but could not avenge his daughter ridiculously imprisoned himself in this ruin, repeatedly reenacting the events and truth of the case from years ago, ultimately driving himself insane.
He implanted the souls of these people into his own body and fabricated a lie to alter the truth.
—But the truth is, he couldn't accept all of this, and split off these personalities, constantly forcing them to play the roles they played back then.
When the detective on stage finally went mad, snatched the hunter's rifle, and killed everyone except himself, the stage lights suddenly went out for a moment.
The audience held their breath and remained completely silent.
In the darkness, something seemed to be brewing—
"Whoosh—"
The bright lights came on again, shining solely on the person in the center of the stage.
The lonely young man sat blankly in the chair, facing everyone.
His expression was pained and contorted; he clutched his head, then suddenly slumped down—
In that instant, the curtain behind him suddenly fell, and a huge mirror appeared in front of everyone, causing everyone to gasp in surprise.
"What is that—"
"A mirror! What a huge mirror!"
The enormous mirror, about five meters high and three meters wide, stood behind the young man, reflecting not only him and the chair, but also the audience below the stage and the distant stands.
The initial surprise turned into anticipation, as if something big was about to happen.
Sure enough, the young man raised his head again the next moment.
The wise and composed detective disappeared, replaced by a melancholy and frustrated poet.
His eyelids drooped slightly, even the light in his eyes dimmed, his tightly pursed lips pressed down completely, and even his straight back showed a hint of restraint and timidity.
Behind the youth, the poet of "death" reappears, looking left and right in the mirror, his movements synchronized with the youth in the chair, but his voice has changed to the same tone: "So that's how it is... that's why my letter can never be sent out."
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