Yuan Qingli pursed her lips, dragged her stiff legs slowly towards the bathtub, and picked up her phone to answer the call.
"Hello... why did it take you so long to answer the phone..."
Upon hearing this, Yuan Qingli subconsciously replied, "No house, no children, no cure for impotence, thank you."
"..."
The other person was clearly not expected to give such a reply, and paused for a moment before speaking.
"I'm locked up... Help me, help me..."
“I’m just a weak woman with no strength to even kill a chicken, I can’t save you. Why don’t you call the police?” Yuan Qingli sincerely suggested.
"Help me... You're so close... I can see you... Help me! Hurry!"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Qingli felt a chill run down her spine. The person opposite her, whether human or ghost, claimed to be able to see her—where was they?
She quickly looked around, only catching a few fleeting glimpses, then feigned composure and looked away: "I didn't see anything. Why don't you call someone else?"
With your perspective, it would be a miracle if you could even see it.
The guy opposite said, "Go stand in front of the mirror."
Yuan Qingli hesitated for a moment, then walked to the mirror. She was careful; she only glanced at the mirror before turning away.
As if by some strange twist of fate, she saw herself in the mirror poking her own eyes with scissors.
The rusty scissors didn't look very sharp; instead, they carried a silent madness.
The scissors went straight for the eyeball, their unstoppable momentum unhindered by anything.
Yuan Qingli clearly heard a "pop" sound, like a water-filled balloon being punctured.
At this moment, he didn't even blink, but instead had a satisfied smile on his lips, as if he were sculpting a perfect work of art.
The artwork was successfully sculpted, and from its dark, hollow eye sockets, gusts of cold wind blew out, piercing directly into Yuan Qingli's heart.
Dark red blood dripped from her eyes, running down her pale cheeks to the corners of her mouth. Yuan Qingli stuck out her tongue and brought the blood back into her mouth, and her complexion actually became much rosier.
Afterwards, Yuan Qingli stared at herself in the mirror, her mouth slightly open, filled with happiness and excitement, and her hands began to frantically operate.
"Ah!" Yuan Qingli felt cold sweat all over her back, and sat down heavily on the toilet, panting heavily.
When she came to her senses, she felt a stinging pain in her left eye and quickly reached out to touch it. Fortunately, it was just an illusion in the mirror.
What exactly is behind this mirror, or rather, what is it that has led her into such a terrifying illusion?
Yuan Qingli frowned and exhaled a breath of stale air. Just as she was about to leave the bathroom, the sound came again.
"I'm trapped inside a mirror, please save me..."
"I went to get something to knock on," Yuan Qingli said, still shaken.
"No, no, no! Don't do this!" The voice was even more terrified.
Yuan Qingli ignored it, went directly into the house, found a wooden clothes rack, and prepared to wave it at the mirror.
"No!!!"
Yuan Qingli swung her arms and slammed the object to the side.
"Bang!" The wooden clothes rack, being of poor quality, only managed to crack the mirror.
The voice trailed off.
At the same time, she heard a busy tone from her phone indicating the call had ended. Looking again, the old phone screen went dark, as if it had never been turned on.
Yuan Qingli pondered for a moment, then slipped her phone into a specially designed pocket on her cheongsam.
Then, as he prepared to smash the mirror a second time, he heard a crack, and the wooden clothes hanger actually broke.
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