I Can Rewind

Chapter 229: The Man in the Mirror (4)

[Task name: Man in the Mirror;

Task level: trembling (high);

Task background: She likes to read horror stories very much. Before the weirdness broke out all over the world, the adventure of spirit exploration has always been an activity she is passionate about. After the weird eruption, she read a story from nowhere, saying that at 12:12 midnight, she stayed alone in the room and combed her hair twelve times in front of the mirror, and said come out three times in a row, and she would change Create an incredible mirror spirit, which can fulfill a summoner's wish, but the price is... She doesn't know how she died, she just remembers that day, she sat in front of the mirror and combed her hair, and then, she couldn't come out again ;

Mission Description: Release her from the mirror;

Task reward: 900 points of different-dimensional energy;

Task punishment: you may also become a member of the mirror;

Task tips: 1. The evil spirit cannot be locked; 2. Be careful of the real mirror spirit behind it;

Remarks: To complete her obsession, you need extensive reading experience. 】

Yan Junze carefully read the pop-up task prompt, the task name is the man in the mirror, but looking at the current situation, there is more than one weirdness in the mirror.

And the woman in the mirror in front of me is the person in the mirror mentioned in the mission, and in this mirror, there is even a more powerful mirror spirit.

But now it seems that since there is no exclusive task about Jingling, it means that Jingling's obsession is not here, he only needs to complete this woman's obsession.

Of course, in this process, we must beware of Jingling.

No wonder He Zheng was talking to himself about horror stories just now, so this woman is a fan of stories. Yan Junze muttered to himself.

Just before entering this store, he had already activated the back file, so he didn't worry about anything at the moment. After thinking for a while, he sat down on the leather stool and looked at the woman in the mirror.

I like listening to stories, especially horror stories. Yan Junze replied to the woman in the mirror.

I like it too. The woman seemed to be smiling.

After saying this, she stretched out her gray hands, slowly lifted her hair, and hung it behind her ears.

What Yan Junze saw was also a face without facial features.

Because he had seen He Zheng sitting in front of the dressing table dressing himself up, at this moment, Yan Junze had every reason to suspect that he, like He Zheng, faced the woman in the mirror but was actually himself.

Then the woman in the mirror picked up the makeup utensils and began to paint her own face. While painting, she said: We each tell a story alternately. The necessary horror stories are short and concise, and the ending is reversed. Well, I'll come first.

Okay. Yan Junze replied very simply.

The woman in the mirror put on her makeup without haste, and said, The name of this story is 'dormitory'. It is said that in dormitory 215 of a university dormitory building, because freshmen have just registered for registration, they are very unfamiliar with the environment. , so everyone is not familiar with each other, and they don’t talk too much when they sleep at night. But Xiao Lin is an exception. Seeing that the dormitory was too silent, he got up from the bed and sat up, and broke the silence: Did you find out? There is no bedroom 214 on the first floor, so we jumped directly from 213 to our 215.

No one in the dormitory answered him. Xiao Lin didn't take it seriously, and continued: Maybe you don't know, I heard that people were burned to death in dormitory 214 before, because they forgot to cut off the power because they used electricity quietly, which caused a fire in the middle of the night. Everyone in the dormitory was burned to death. I don’t know if you missed it, but the dormitory here is exactly the same. When I came back just now, I made a mistake and went to room 213.”

Speaking of which, no one answered him, but they all silently raised their heads and stared at Xiao Lin. Xiao Lin felt a little strange, wondering why these little friends who gathered from all over the country didn't like to talk? But the next second Xiaolin seemed to have thought of something, and his brows were tightly knit together...

Have you finished? Yan Junze asked when he saw that the woman in the mirror suddenly stopped talking.

Well, it's over. The woman is still putting on makeup, and has already drawn her eyes and eyebrows, and is drawing the bridge of her nose.

This story is awesome. Yan Junze clapped his hands, It's not only creepy, but also the ending is reversed.

It's your turn. The woman in the mirror said.

Since joining the Weird Association of Tianmeng University of Science and Technology last time, Yan Junze discovered that being able to blurt out a few wonderful horror stories at any time in this era is also a basic survival skill.

Although in the process of joining the Weird Association, the horror stories I told based on my own experience were not very popular, but Yan Junze already had experience.

So after that incident, he specifically found a few weird websites, all of which were mainly written descriptions, and deliberately wrote down a few horror stories. These stories are not necessarily all weird stories, and the content is long or short, but they are all based on bizarre and reversal, let alone it just comes in handy now.

The name of my story is 'Mom'. Yan Junze cleared his throat and began to tell, There was a couple who always had conflicts. They quarreled all day and night, and they would fight when they were fierce. One day , the couple started arguing again, and quickly started fighting, more violently than ever before. Then, the husband accidentally killed his wife. He buried her body in the backyard, and life went on as usual.

However, after a few days, the husband found that his six-year-old daughter was behaving strangely, because she hadn't seen her mother for several days, and the daughter was not in a hurry. So he asked his daughter: Your mother has not been doing this for a few days. At home, why are you not in a hurry? Don’t ask me where she is going? My daughter said: I am not in a hurry, it’s just a little strange, Dad, what have you been doing behind your back for the past few days?”

As soon as Yan Junze's words fell, the woman in the mirror who was putting on makeup also paused and stopped.

Immediately, Yan Junze saw that the bridge of the nose that the woman was drawing was crooked. He was obviously surprised by the ending of the story he just told, so he was distracted and didn't draw it well.

Just take a closer look at the part of the woman's painted eyes, it looks very familiar, it seems to be very similar to my own eyes.

Yan Junze couldn't help guessing wildly.

This story...is good. The woman in the mirror spoke slowly, and wiped off her crooked nose with a cotton ball.

At this time, Yan Junze had reason to believe that the scene he saw was no longer real since he sat on the leather stool.

Perhaps just like He Zheng, he was sitting alone on the leather stool at the moment, looking like the woman in the mirror was putting on makeup, but he was actually painting by himself.

Now I can only secretly hope that I will not paint myself as a pig's head.

Is it your turn? Yan Junze asked.

The woman didn't answer, she opened her mouth to tell the next story, and started drawing the bridge of her nose again while telling.

This story is called 'Birthday'. My son had his third birthday, and his parents were very happy. They specially held a small birthday party for him. The party was carefully arranged, with a large water bed, building blocks, and various All kinds of plush toys, the son is also very happy. He jumped up and down on the bed happily, and his parents happily videotaped him to commemorate this precious moment. Suddenly, the son stepped on the air and fell under the bed with his head He knocked heavily on several sharp building blocks, and died in the end after rescue failed.

The parents were very sad, and it took several months before they gradually began to recover. Because they missed their son so much, they took out the video of the day when the son died, worked up the courage to open it, and the couple sat together and watched it silently. Then they found the video The replay showed that when the son was jumping on the big water bed, a man covered in blood stood by the bed and grabbed their son's hair, pulling it up and down, and finally lifted it up and threw it on the ground violently.

Huh. Yan Junze exhaled and said, I hope this is just a story, not true.

It's your turn again. The woman in the mirror finished drawing her nose and began to draw her lips.

Looking at the face that was about to be painted in the mirror, Yan Junze was almost sure that this woman painted his own appearance.

He pondered for a while, and said: This story is called 'It's a pity, it was almost'. There was a young man who rented a single room and just moved in. This single room is larger in size and the facilities are not outdated. He was very satisfied. After spending a day moving in, the young man began to pack up the miscellaneous things in the evening. After making the bed, he suddenly found that there were six or seven people on the wall next to the bed. There are tiny little holes, not big enough for a nail, and nothing to hang on them, I don't know what they are used for.

At this moment, he seemed to vaguely hear the voice from the next door, but because the voice was very low, or the other party lowered the volume, he couldn't hear what he said clearly. Out of curiosity, the young man leaned forward, Putting his ear against the wall, he listened carefully. After listening for a while, he finally heard some fragmentary words, which probably said, It's going to be soon, it'll be fine soon.

The young man thought he had hit it off. On the first day he moved in, he could hear inappropriate and indescribable sounds coming from the next door. He pressed his ears against the wall desperately, for fear of missing a little bit. But listening After a long time, the same few words are still repeated over and over again, saying 'soon, soon, it should be soon'.

The young man was dumbfounded, but the hallucination of the otaku made him not give up, and he still listened carefully. At this moment, he heard the voice say, 'Well, it's all right, here it is'. The voice had just finished speaking , less than two fingers away from the young man's head against the wall, a sharp and narrow steel needle pierced through the wall, and didn't stop until it exposed seven or eight inches of the wall.

The young man was completely frightened, lying there motionless, and then the steel needle in front of him was slowly pulled back, and then he heard the voice from the next door say: It's a pity, it was almost there.

I'm working overtime again today, I'm too tired, the update has been very slow these days, sorry everyone!