There are always straight men who change

Yang Yu stood at the door of the bedroom and gave Xiao Xiao a wink, and the other party immediately got up knowingly and pretended to look around the house, sighing repeatedly while watching.

"Excuse me, sir. Your father may not have been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease by the doctor." Xiao Ji frowned. The atmosphere in the room became tense because of his words, and the other three people sitting in the living room turned their heads one after another. Looking at him, the man showed embarrassment, as if hesitantly wanted to say something but didn't want to say it.

This appearance made Uncle Yao's son even more curious, he stood up hurriedly and shouted, "What did you say?"

"I'll just tell you some things. If you don't believe me, you'll have a lot of fun." After speaking, he suddenly turned and tore off the newspaper on the mirror. The crisp sound made everyone in the room turn their eyes to the mirror.

This mirror is about 1.5 meters long and half a meter wide. It is a very ordinary flat mirror. This long mirror is pasted on the wall facing the gate. No matter how you look at it, it is just an ordinary decoration.

Everyone looked at Xiao Min suspiciously, and the man tore off the newspapers on the other mirrors in the living room one by one. The sunlight outside the window shone on the mirrors, and the walls of the whole room were instantly covered with bright spots after reflection. It hurt people's eyes so much, Xiao Jiu hurriedly pulled all the outer window screens.

But how can a layer of gauze block the powerful penetration of the sun, Xiao forced to go over and draw the curtains, and the living room was immediately darkened.

Uncle Yao's son looked confused, looked at the mirrors around him and then at Xiao Ju, and asked, "This is?"

"Fengshui Fengshui, wind is called vitality and constant energy, and water is the flow and change. Fengshui is originally a technique of geophysical surveying. It is not only necessary for the selection of acupoints in the yin house, but also in the Yang house." Xiao forced to knock on the glass on the wall. , made two crisp echoes, then looked back at him and said: "It seems to be a mystery if I say too much. Simply put, I removed the newspaper covering the mirror. Does this room make people feel extremely uncomfortable in an instant? For a residence, the most important thing about Fengshui is not to bring wealth and prosperity, everything in Fengshui is to achieve the harmony between man and nature, and the decoration in the house not only does not give people a comfortable feeling, but it is aggressive."

Uncle Yao's son nodded and said with embarrassment: "When I came here before, I didn't have so many mirrors, and I don't want to ask him to remove them."

Xiao Jiu on the side looked Xiao Ji up and down and murmured in his heart, isn't this person trying to cheat again?He has already been caught once, so why do he want to commit another crime? He hurriedly got up to stop Xiao Yong.

Yang Yu who was standing at the door coughed lightly, and shook his head at Xiao Jiu.

Originally, the words were already on the verge of her mouth, but after hesitating for a few seconds, Xiao Jiu sat back slowly, took a sip of the tea on the coffee table, glanced at Tian Han beside him, and then at Xiao Pu. Everyone's attention was attracted by Xiao Yong.

"When you entered the door just now, Yang Yu asked you if the mirror was blurred by Mr., and you nodded at that time." Xiao forced his head to look at Uncle Yao's son, and continued after the other party nodded. He said: "But just now, Yang Yu asked you again if you had stuck the mirror, you still nodded."

Standing in the bedroom, Yang Yu was stunned for a moment. Thinking carefully, he seemed to have really asked twice. No one except Xiao Ji seemed to have noticed this detail, but it was this small detail that he used to make a big fuss.

Uncle Yao seemed to have developed symptoms of dementia before he disappeared, and occasionally forgot where he was. His son was working and lived with Uncle Yao, and the nanny he hired only came to cook during the day.

However, this person disappeared from this world suddenly, as if he had evaporated from the world.

This room is different from the last villa, just like Xiao Zong said, it just feels weird, because mirrors have always had the effect of warding off evil spirits since ancient times, so this room gives people a very pure feeling.

Yang Yu glanced back at the mirror placed in the bedroom, and suddenly found that the ghost that had been following her was standing in the mirror and looking at her at this moment. Just as she was about to get closer, the shadow disappeared. It's not like snake skin.

"If it's convenient, can I go to the bedroom to take a look?" After getting the other party's consent, Xiao Ji leaned over and pulled Yang Yu in front of him, turned around and greeted the people in the living room with a smile, then quickly changed his face anxiously He asked calmly: "Little ancestor, what are you going to do? If you want to compose the words to the end, you need to know what your purpose is. I almost let him buy me something to ward off evil spirits."

"No purpose, I just think you are cute when you make up nonsense like this." Yang Yu patted him on the shoulder and added: "Stop selling your fake products, none of them are usable."

Although Yang Yu said that he was making up nonsense, he didn't know if this person was really making up nonsense or if he had a clue, and what he said was similar to what he wanted to say.

This room is already very uncomfortable just as a home, let alone the complicated feng shui yin and yang techniques. When I was about to go to the living room, I heard Xiao Ji behind me saying in surprise: "Why is this bed so so?"

"It looks like a coffin, right?" Yang Yu answered with a smile without looking back.

"It's not really, I just feel strange that I haven't thought of it on the coffin." Xiao forced to look around, the bed was placed in the middle of the bedroom, and none of the sides of the bed was against the wall.

"A person sleeps on a bed with one side against the wall. Not only does it imply that there is a backing to sleep soundly, but it is also to distinguish it from the 'bed' that the dead sleep on. Only the coffin is buried without touching the walls on all sides." Yang Yu then said When I went to the living room, the owner of the screen was really evil.

Xiao Min stood alone in the bedroom, and the man's words seemed to be still echoing in his ears. This Simmons big bed looked more and more like a coffin, and it was parked in the middle of the bedroom coldly.

Going up and pressing the mattress, there seemed to be nothing unusual. There were many mirrors in the bedroom as in the living room. Standing by the bed, Xiao Ji suddenly found that no matter which mirror he looked at, he could see it in the mirror. Own.

The placement of these mirrors is not as random as imagined, each of them has been adjusted so that the bed is reflected by the mirror, and people lying on the bed can see themselves in the mirror no matter what angle they look at.

Or, that everyone in the mirror can see you?

This idea suddenly popped up in my mind, making my scalp tense. It seems that there are countless pairs of eyes peeking at me under the mirrors. Xiao Zhe, who has always been an atheist, is a little scared at this moment.

Standing here in broad daylight feels a bit creepy. How does Yaoshu feel when he is lying in such a room alone in the middle of the night?

Yang Yu is observing the mirror in the living room, the mirror here is similar to the one in the bedroom, each mirror will eventually face a certain place, and all the mirrors can be seen from this perspective.

Uncle Yao's son scratched his head and said with a smile, "Actually, I lived here for a while when my dad was lost. I had a nightmare the night I first arrived, and the mirror was completely blurred when I got up the next day."

"What did you dream about?" Before anyone else could speak, Xiao Jiu was the first to lean over and asked curiously.

"I just spent the night on the sofa thinking about it that day. After falling asleep, I dreamed that I saw the door open in the mirror, and a person came in from the outside. I don't know why in the dream I knew who that person was." This The man paused and then continued: "My grandfather died before I was born. I only saw photos, but he didn't show his face in the dream. He came in from outside the house and sat beside me, holding my hand and chanting I can’t hear what I’m talking about.”

Think about that dream that happened in this room, a person walked in from the dark outside, sat by his bed, grabbed himself tightly with his dry hands, and whispered something softly in his mouth.

Xiao Jiu's body trembled involuntarily, and subconsciously leaned against Tian Han behind him, and when she suddenly realized that the sofa she was sitting on was exactly the one he was talking about, she stood up again with a whoosh.

"Sorry, I didn't intend to scare you." The man apologized, and Xiao Jiu waved his hand awkwardly.

Yang Yu touched the sofa, and suddenly noticed a bronze mirror hanging behind the door. After obtaining the owner's consent, he carefully removed the mirror, turned it over and took a deep breath.

The back of this palm-sized bronze mirror is engraved with a picture of hell with hundreds of ghosts. Fierce ghosts and human heads with severed arms occupy the front of the mirror. A stream of karmic fire gushes out from the handle and burns and devours all around the mirror. everything.

Although the space on the back of the bronze mirror is small, the expressions of the characters inside are lifelike, and there is no problem in looking at the details. This uncanny carving is hardly something that humans can do.

Turning it over again, the back is a trembling image of hell beings, and the front is a smooth and ordinary mirror surface. Buddhists say that the heart can go to hell, and the heart can go to heaven.The mirror reads heaven and hell, Yang Yu picks up the mirror and takes a closer look, only to find that the shadow cast by the mirror is not his own face.

The brass mirror is not as clear as the flat mirror, and the shadow in the mirror moved slowly, and finally the blurry shadow gradually became clear. It was a coffin lying on top of a young man.

Almost at the same time, the back of the mirror suddenly became hot, and Yang Yu in pain threw it out subconsciously.

But the pain didn't go away when the mirror was thrown out, and the piercing pain was gathering from the fingertips little by little, and when I looked down, there were a few scalded blisters on my hands.

"What's wrong with Yang Yu?" Xiao forced to rush over first, Xiao Jiu followed closely and glanced at Yang Yu's hand, without saying a word, he led him to the kitchen, and turned on the faucet to cool down his hands.

Everyone looked at the bronze mirror that was thrown on the ground in shock. Xiao forced to find a towel and put it on his hand to pick it up. However, his hand was not warm when he got close to it. Curiously, he gently touched it with his fingers. mirror surface.

Extremely cold.