The room outside was still exactly the same, with light green wallpaper, pure white sheets, a small wardrobe, and an additional small bookcase.
The bookcase had only three layers, with only a few books on them, showing obvious signs of use. There were no small notes mixed in the pages. At this time, Ning Que noticed a small dusty box in the corner of the last layer. He opened it and found that there was only a blue sticky note with four words "Happy Birthday!" written on it. There was also a plastic retractable magic wand next to it.
Ah, the dream of childhood. Ning Que was holding the magic wand in her hand and was about to relive the transformation when Yiping's voice suddenly rang in her mind. She was so scared that her hand trembled and she dropped the magic wand on the ground. Yiping's cheerful voice was filled with reluctance, "Little Queque, I'm leaving. Goodbye! Please help take care of the players. I've taken care of everything for the transfer. Bye." Shuhuan's voice was also heard next to her, "Is it sorted out?" Then there was a rapid busy tone.
It really is true that a month has arrived as soon as it was promised, not even a second less. It turns out that couples are unreliable. Now I am alone.
The magic wand fell to the ground, and the battery cover at the back was opened. When Ning Que picked it up and pressed the shell back on, he found a piece of paper stuffed inside. What was this?
It was a crumpled piece of paper. She carefully unfolded it and saw the word "Get out!" written inside.
Looking at it himself, Ning Que thought that these things should belong to the same person. After reading it, he stuffed the paper back into his pocket. At this time, he heard the voices of many people and the sound of messy footsteps outside. In a hurry, he threw the thing directly into the space.
"My room is clean and tidy. This floor is for our family use. Your rooms are upstairs. The rooms upstairs are similar to this room." A middle-aged woman said as she turned the door of the room and found that there was already someone inside.
After being stunned for a while, she screamed loudly, "You, who are you? Why are you in my room?" Behind her was a group of men and women, about five or six people, all of whom looked indifferent and unconcerned, but she saw someone familiar among them.
Having seen a lot, Ning Que immediately calmed down and said, "Auntie, I'm a friend of your daughter Feng An."
The middle-aged woman still seemed a little unconvinced. Ning Que pointed at the group of men and women and said, "Auntie, I'm here to look for An An. You see, I'll stay in the room upstairs with these people for now. When your daughter comes back, I'll come look for her. Is that okay? I'll pay for it, too."
Fortunately, she finally agreed, and Ning Que and the other players were taken to a room upstairs. As they went upstairs, they found the corridor lined with mirrors of all sizes, scattering the faint light in the air. Despite the lack of windows, the entire corridor was still very bright.
Ning Que looked at everyone's shadows being reflected in the mirror one by one, "There are so many mirrors here, and they all look pretty good."
This seemed to strike a chord with the landlady, and she immediately introduced Ning Que, "My husband and I met in the Mirror House. Our engagement gift was a mirror. We bonded over a mirror, so I like to collect mirrors. But these in the hallway were bought by my daughter."
Ning Que opened his room. It was still decorated the same way, but there was a musty smell. It seemed that no one had lived there for a long time. However, the sheets and quilt covers were still brand new, probably having just been replaced.
At this moment, the door suddenly opened. As soon as the door opened, Little Butterfly poked her head in, then came in and sat on Ning Que's bed, "Sister Ning, why aren't you with us every time you come in?"
"I don't know. What are you planning to do?" Ning Que looked at the little butterfly, which had undergone very obvious changes. Her eyes had become sharper, and there was a pattern tattooed on her arm. It looked like a human face surrounded by a circle of plants, but it was a little unclear.
Little Butterfly looked at Ning Que and asked, "Where's Honghong?"
"It's sleeping."
"Sister, let's go check it out at one in the morning. Do you want to go?"
"Is your mission still the same as before?"
"It means successfully staying here for seven days and exploring the world line of this dungeon. Come on?"
"Come."
At one o'clock in the morning, after Ning Que went out, the corridor was quiet. Every step made a creaking sound, and the instep seemed to be touched by something invisible. She walked slowly forward.
Although she was in a closed space, she could feel the cold wind blowing, and the skin exposed outside felt the chill of the wind, as if a cold little hand was caressing her skin, and she felt cool behind her ears.
Unexpectedly, as she took a few steps, she heard the sound of footsteps following closely in her hand.
Ning Que turned around and saw that there was nothing behind him. It was dark at the end of the corner, and there was nothing in front of the road. He couldn't see where the stairs were.
Suddenly, a hand was placed on Ning Que's shoulder. She threw the person who was holding her hand directly to the ground over her shoulder, and then she realized that this time it was really an acquaintance.
Ning Que reached out and pulled her up. Little Butterfly rubbed her butt and asked in confusion, "Sister, why are you out in the middle of the night? It's very dangerous. Didn't the boss say that going out in the middle of the night is forbidden?"
"Then why did you come out?" Ning Que appeared to be very normal, but secretly he looked at the little butterfly in front of him with caution.
She looked around and saw that the only light was the reflection of her flashlight in the mirror. Her shadow was projected in the mirrors of all sizes in the aisle. In each mirror, there was a dark figure twisting and turning.
"Okay, let's go!" Ning Que said to the little butterfly, and then hurriedly took a step. After walking for a long time, he finally reached the end, but in front of him stood a huge mirror, nothing else. Even the mirror behind him began to slowly dissipate and blend into the darkness.
The two figures in the mirror began to blur and shake, breaking up and recombining. They were still the same two people, exactly the same, but with a slight sense of incongruity, which was indescribable.
The doors in the corridor were shaking slightly, as if monsters were about to come out of them. After a while, they became quiet again, as if the whole world was just them and the huge mirror in front of them.
At this moment, there was a sudden click, and the temperature in the corridor suddenly dropped inexplicably. It seemed that a trace of cold air came out from the gaps between the bones, and there was a faint sound of air flowing in the ears. Little Butterfly clenched her fists, and blue veins popped out on her neck.
She suddenly spoke in this very quiet environment, "Sister, I feel like someone is calling me."
To be honest, Ning Que felt a little sleepy, but he forced himself to stay awake and listen for a while. "No!" Before he finished speaking, he saw the little butterfly's body strangely bent to 90 degrees, its upper body slowly leaning forward, and the tip of its nose almost close to the mirror.
At this moment, without any warning, the little butterfly in the mirror, which was doing the same movement, grinned and bumped into the mirror. Then her half of the mirror began to break into pieces, and each piece seemed to hide a person, while Ning Que's side was still intact.
Ning Que and the Ning Que in the mirror both stared silently at the scene on the other side, as if they were in two different worlds. The little butterfly in the mirror stared at the person in front of her who looked exactly like her, then slowly reached out a hand and placed it on her shoulder, stopping her from moving.
"Hey, this isn't good without other people's consent, is it?" Ning Que put his hand on her wrist, pushed her hand away, and moved the little butterfly, which had been fixed like a statue, away from the mirror. The little butterfly in the mirror's face changed, and began to beg, "Sister, I am the village Liu Nasha. I was locked up. The one outside is fake."
"Oh, then is there anything that can prove your identity?" Ning Que looked at the two people who looked exactly the same.
"Yes, yes, I first met you at the village chief's wife's house, and I also knew Huahua."
"Since you can replace her, it means you must know some basic information. I have a good idea, are you willing to try it?" Ning Que touched the mirror with his fingertips, tempting the little butterfly inside. "Take my hand and come out! Let me see which one is the real Zhailiu Nasha, and then I will catch the fake one."
When the little butterfly in the mirror saw her reaching out, it happily took hold of it. Then black smoke emerged from the fingertips that touched Ning Que, the skin began to reorganize, and the tattoo on it began to slowly disappear.
Half of her body appeared outside the mirror, and she looked exactly like Ning Que. The half that remained in the mirror looked exactly like the little butterfly. The combination of two different skeletons on the same body looked very strange.
The little butterfly in the mirror was very happy. A row of sharp teeth could be seen in her slightly opened mouth. Suddenly, her expression froze because she found that her exposed upper body was tied up with a red rope.
Ning Que looked at the "sausage" in front of him. Honghong exerted force and pulled the entire ghost out of the mirror. It flew through the air at such a fast speed that it made a whooshing sound.
She crossed her legs and looked at the strange combination of half of the face being a little butterfly and half being her own face. "Tsk tsk tsk, it looks really weird."
This ghost seemed to have a problem with its brain. It just kept mechanically repeating other people's names, not only her and Little Butterfly's names, but also other people's names.
Ning Que bent down and patted her face. Mm, it was smooth and tender, with a cool jelly-like touch. "Could you please take us out?"
She shook her head and saw that the arm that was transformed by infatuation was missing half, and the rope tied to her body made a crackling sound, which made her feel a little unsatisfied.
Before the female ghost could reply, she heard the woman continue, "Honghong, she doesn't seem to agree. Then you can eat her. It won't do any good anyway. You just woke up, so you should eat more."
Honghong wrapped her up tightly, and the rope began to smoke and make a hissing sound.
Ning Que smelled the aroma of barbecue in the air, sniffed, and exclaimed, "Honghong, it smells so good! I want to eat it! Please save a bite for me!"
The female ghost, who was now swimming in stomach acid, immediately struggled and begged for mercy when she heard this.
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