The crack is the one facing the mirror.
Yuan Qingli's heart sank.
She picked up the clothes hanger and smashed it again, and sure enough, it had the same result.
Wherever this mirror cracks, the object reflected in it will also shatter.
Luckily, I was careful enough not to show my hand. Otherwise, I'd be stewing my own bear paw for afternoon tea right now.
Pooh!
Yuan Qingli looked at her hands. Although they were a bit big, they were much more precious than bear paws.
Looking at the mirror that could kill, Yuan Qingli wanted to smash it.
But... after hesitating for a long time, I gave up on the idea.
Because—there's only one mirror in the room, and if it's smashed, how am I supposed to get ready?
However, those two cracks also looked like time bombs. If one day she was applying makeup in front of the mirror and the cracks broke, then she would be beheaded in front of the mirror.
After thinking it over, Yuan Qingli found a roll of transparent tape and carefully used a clothes hanger to stick it on. Strangely enough, the transparent tape was not affected by the crack.
After doing all this, another ten minutes or so passed, and it was time to find my props.
"My darling baby, where are you?"
Lying in bed, staring blankly at the yellow light in front of her.
How did this point of light end up on the 12th floor?
A moving prop?
On second thought, it dawned on me that the cunning system wouldn't just give me clues so easily; it had actually put the items in boxes and let them wander around.
No wonder they need to provide location information; otherwise, who could find them?
With a plan in mind, Yuan Qingli calmed down. This prop had traveled all over the world, and she wouldn't be able to find it if she went out now. She could only wait half an hour and see if it was near her, which would increase her chances of finding it.
Thinking of this, Yuan Qingli set an alarm for herself, planning to get up and search in half an hour.
The tidy room was fully equipped, even with a set of pajamas folded on the bed, but the bed itself was bare. There wasn't even a sheet. Did the ghost need pajamas but not a blanket?
Without thinking too much, Yuan Qingli lay sprawled on the bed, ready to rest. As for her pajamas, she would never change them, no matter what.
...
What kind of props are they? If only there were some handsome young men, Yuan Qingli thought to herself, rolling her eyelids, before immediately cursing herself in her mind.
They say it's a prop, how could it be a handsome guy? Am I supposed to get a toy? This is going a bit too fast...
"Ding-dong."
The doorbell interrupted Yuan Qingli's thoughts.
"Who is it? So inappropriate, I'm just lost in thought," Yuan Qingli muttered, slowly getting up to open the door.
"Ding-dong, ding-dong."
"It's so noisy, why are you rushing me?"
Yuan Qingli turned to the door and was about to touch the handle when a loud bang shook the entire room.
Is this... an earthquake?
wrong.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the ground beneath my feet. A little smoke and dust drifted in through the crack in the door, leaving a layer of transparent gas on the floor.
Yuan Qingli immediately jumped away. The gas beneath her feet swayed, gathered, took shape, and floated in front of her.
It was that "neighbor" I met in the elevator.
"Can't you be a little more polite? Are you just going to walk in like this?" Yuan Qingli wasn't angry, just annoyed. What's the point of having a lock if you're entering like this?
Moreover, the noise they made when they entered was enormous!
The other person smiled, revealing teeth and a tongue as white as their clothes and cheeks: "Sorry, you'll get used to it."
"Habit, habit my foot!" A simple apology left Yuan Qingli speechless with anger.
The other person was very familiar with her. Before Yuan Qingli could react, he floated onto the bed, sat cross-legged, and said seriously, "Come and play."
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