When someone with depression enters the horror game

"Mirror, mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

"Your Majesty, the most beautiful woman in the world is of course you." The magic mirror always answered like this.

The queen asked questions day after day, and the magic mirror answered day after day, and the days passed peacefully like this.

Until one day, the queen used to ask, but got a different answer: "Dear queen, before you got this mirror, you were the most beautiful woman in the world. After you got this mirror, your status It's getting wobbly."

The queen didn't know what it meant, her charming eyes were full of doubts.

She heard the magic mirror say: "Finally, just today, I am finally sure that you are no longer the most beautiful woman in the world..."

The queen froze.

An image of an oriental woman appeared in the magic mirror: "Now, the most beautiful woman in the world is me..."

The queen took two steps back, screamed "Ah", then reacted and stepped forward, smashing the mirror severely.

The woman in the mirror is so beautiful, Chu Chu Su Su, lonely in the eyebrows, deep in the eyelashes, looking at the smoke and charming.

She is different from women in this world with a tall nose bridge and blond hair, and her appearance is not like that kind of thorny rose.

She has long black hair like clouds and mist, and a pair of charming eyes, which seem to be full of water, and the ends of her eyes are slightly dimpled with red, making her face even more peachy.She is wearing layers of gauze, which also flows like ink.

She seems to have taken a few steps, slender steps, exquisite and unparalleled in the world.

The Queen, who never knew she had such a woman in her mirror, was shocked, jealous, and trembling with rage.

As if venting her anger, she smashed her most beloved magic mirror into pieces, drew a portrait from her memory, and asked the whole country to track down this unknown oriental woman.

Although the soldiers got nothing.

The queen looked at herself in front of another ordinary mirror, and felt that her skin was not fair enough, her long hair was not smooth enough, and her lip color was not beautiful enough.

She suddenly hugged her head and started screaming, smashing the mirror again.

She can no longer look in the mirror, she will collapse when she sees the mirror, she will think of the woman who is undoubtedly more beautiful than herself, and as long as that woman is not dead, she will not want to see the mirror.

She planted thorns in the garden of her mind, and was forced to get up every night by the poisonous snakes entangled by the thorns, restless.

She got up to drink water, but found that the water in the teacup reflected her shadow, and the image of the woman suddenly appeared behind her shadow, scaring her to throw away the teacup.

She went to take a bath, only to find the shadow of the woman in the bathtub smiling at her, with a mysterious and beautiful smile.

She was in a trance, almost unable to go on.

She heard a woman's voice like a yellow warbler whispering in her ear: "Dear queen, I am your favorite magic mirror. The most beautiful woman in the world is me, not you. My name is Zhang Wanniang..."

She covered her ears, but the voice was pervasive and deafening.

She was in a state of confusion, as if her hands, feet and mind were entangled by countless tentacles, and she was forced to endure noises that she couldn't bear at all, and there was nowhere to escape.

——Just because this woman named Zhang Wanniang is more beautiful than her, and she has no way to change all this.

Finally one day, the woman named Zhang Wanniang appeared in front of her, and took out a mirror while she was showing her teeth and claws.

The queen saw herself in the mirror.

Her hair is no longer smooth, messy and dry like straw, her eyes are no longer bright, the whites of her eyes are cloudy like fish eyes, her skin is no longer firm, loose and old like chicken skin.

She was stunned for a moment, then waved her hand at the mirror, as if to make sure that the person in the mirror was herself.Then she screamed as if in disbelief and knocked down the mirror again.

She returned to the bedroom in a daze, and ordered the guards to remove all reflective objects in the bedroom, even the polished floors.

She closed the thick curtains and locked herself in a dark cage.

She used leeches and arsenic indiscriminately, using heavy, opaque jewelry to limit the trembling of her arms from an arsenic overdose.

Until one day, a maid who couldn't see her face clearly served the queen with a basin of water, and opened the curtains when the queen was not paying attention.

The queen saw herself in the basin.Haggard, pale.

The queen is mad.

The maid raised her head and smiled.

She has an oriental face, delicate and beautiful, which is the result of several years of painting in the mirror.

She had carefully corrected the willow eyebrows and almond eyes, the little bit of lip color and the curvature of the corners of the mouth, and even the proper style in the pupils, as innocent as a deer.

Who told her that she was not as good-looking as this otherworldly queen before.

——Never underestimate the paranoia and jealousy of any female creature for beauty, no matter whether those creatures are humans or ghosts, and in which region.

How reasonable and natural it is to not understand a woman who is more beautiful than oneself.

So she spent a lot of time, using a brush to trace the most beautiful face one stroke at a time, just to dampen the spirit of that proud poppy-like queen.

In a sense, both she and the queen are lunatics.

The queen was crazy, so she didn't know that she was still in her prime, like a fire, blooming decadently to full bloom.

Queens are beautiful.

Painted Skin Ghost smiled happily.

Both mirrors and lights are deceiving.

In the early morning, the petals are hung with morning dew, and the birds are noisy on the branches, waking up the travelers sleeping on the roadside.

He opened his eyes, and his eyelashes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

The irises and lilies of the valley on the roadside breathed the fresh air and asked the traveler where they came from.

The traveler adjusted his black windbreaker and cloak, and took a handful of stream water to wake himself up.

He showed a delicate and gentle smile, and said to the flowers: "I came from another city, and walked through it for several days and nights."

The flowers shook the leaves and expressed their envy for the travelers' feet that can cross mountains and rivers with exaggerated arias.

"Look at the fish in the water, the birds in the sky," they yelled, "and you human beings, you are all free! And we poor little ones can only be confined to a few inches of land, and the big group shrubs vying for the sun!"

The traveler touched their leaves soothingly, still tenderly: "Nothing is absolutely free. You are confined to the land, and the poor ones are trapped in the flower pots; the birds are confined to the sky, and the poor ones are trapped in the cages." "The fish are trapped in the vast ocean, and the poor ones are trapped in the fish tank... But what about the poor human beings? They are trapped in material desires, in love, and most terrible of all, they are trapped in freedom itself."

"Constrained by freedom itself?" This group of delicate flowers doesn't understand such a profound question, they haven't even thought about it - this is a happy enough thing.

They quickly put the question aside and straightened up for more sunlight.

They are happy.

With great joy they asked the traveler who slept next to them at night about his travels.

"I passed through a great forest," said the traveler, "yes, it is the great forest where these two cities meet."

"I have encountered many magical things. For example, there is a castle deep in the forest. The scary thing is that the castle is full of thorns and bones, and there are carrion corpses that have not been absorbed by the thorns. It is like a purgatory on earth... "

"Are those who turned into bones the ones who wanted to enter the castle?"

"Of course," the traveler replied, "because there is a beautiful princess sleeping in the castle."

The flowers start to wonder, they can't move, they can only rely on the birds and pedestrians coming and going to tell them the things outside this land, there are not many channels to understand these stories.

Fortunately, I met this gentle and kind gentleman this time.

"It is said that at the full moon ceremony of the youngest princess, the king invited twelve fairies, but No. 13 was not invited. So No. 13 fairies cursed the princess to die when she touched the loom at the age of 16. Others The fairy blesses the princess not to die but to sleep..."

"The king ordered the destruction of the looms all over the country to save his daughter's life, but on the 16th birthday of the princess, she still touched the looms."

"Why have all the looms been destroyed, but the ones in the palace have been omitted?" asked the flowers.

"Because this is the revenge of two unique tailors," said the traveler. "It should be a few years ago, the king regarded two genuine and talented tailors as liars, and the whole country hunted them down--that's "liars." "Our" looms—because the king thought he had been cheated, and was furious. No one dared to mention these two hateful "liars" in front of him, and the place where the tailors used to work became a forbidden area. Of course, these are just hearsay. "

"That's a matter of fate," said the flowers, "but poor sleeping princess."

"Maybe," the traveler nodded, "I took a detour in front of the Sleeping Princess' castle, but the loyal thorns around the castle almost pierced me."

"You are even more pitiful." The flowers said again.

The sun had fully risen, and the traveler looked at the sky, ending the conversation.

"Lovely ladies, it's a pleasure chatting with you, but I still have to hurry. I've been on my way for a few days..."

"Sir, it was a pleasure chatting with you. I wish you a wonderful journey." The flowers said to the traveler, and then watched the man go away.

They greeted and sent off, and met all kinds of people, and even if this person was dressed in thick black, he couldn't hide the wounds and blood spots on his body, and even if he rested for a night, he couldn't hide the fatigue of his soul.

I don't know why he has this journey, where he is going, and how many stories he has experienced along the way.However, it must be very hard.

"May the gentleman get what he wants," they thought.

The traveler tightened his cloak with his scarred hands and walked out of the woods.

He finally saw houses and people.

He stopped a person and asked how to get to the central square of the city.

After getting the answer, he thanked him politely and continued on his journey.

A lone statue stands in the central square.

All the gold pieces on the statue were stripped off, there was no ruby ​​on the hilt of the sword, and the two sapphire eyes had been dug out, making it look worse than a beggar.

The traveler looked at him and asked, "Are you Shen Lian?"

The statue has no eyes, and there are only two dark holes left in the eye sockets, but he can still hear the voice, so he was a little surprised: "Doctor."

The traveler stepped forward, took off his cloak and wrapped it around the scarred statue, hugging him.

That afternoon, a weary man hugged an ugly statue and whispered, "I'm here."