This NPC really has a problem

His frozen fingers could hardly hold the key. Mr. Lu's unconsciously trembling hands worked hard several times before he successfully inserted the key into the keyhole.

He closed the door against the fierce cold wind with his back, and the accustomed whistling sound of the cold wind was cut off from the outside of the house, and there was deathly silence in the hut.

... can't describe it like that.

Mr. Lu raised his head slightly thoughtfully, looking towards the stairwell.At this time, there were several guests in the hut besides him, and it was not as lifeless as when he was alone.

Mr. Lu put the lighting on a shelf beside him, and took off his heavy clothes at the door, first a scarf, then a hat, then a coat... until he was only wearing long johns and a cashmere coat.

The snow on his clothes fell to the ground, and a puddle of water gradually accumulated under Mr. Lu's feet. When he left, two long water stains appeared.

Mr. Lu went upstairs stiffly, filled a bathtub with hot water for himself, and after climbing in and soaking for a long time, he felt that his body was "alive" again.He was paralyzed in the bathtub, breathing calmly, his limbs were sore and limp, and he could almost imagine how his muscles would be sore when he woke up tomorrow morning.

Mr. Lu pulled himself together and massaged his muscles, which almost consumed his last bit of strength, and he fell asleep almost as soon as he hit the pillow.

This sleep lasted until noon the next day.

……

Mr. Lu woke up from hunger.

When he went downstairs, he saw his guests doing nothing around the chime clock.Mr. Lu's soft-soled shoes made almost no sound when he walked on the ground. He walked closer and patted Bai Zhu's shoulder: "That..."

"what!"

Bai Zhu was like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on. Before Mr. Lu realized what happened, he saw Bai Zhu was frightened and took a step forward and bumped into the chime clock.

Since the shelf under the chiming clock fell to one side with a sharp snap, a shadow was cast.

Mr. Lu: "..."

He heard the sound of heartbreak.

The guests looked at Mr. Lu in horror, surrounded by the remains of the chime bell.This clock is old, and it usually works normally when placed on a shelf, but it falls apart when it falls, and the body of the clock can barely be seen from the pile of things on the ground, and some of the scattered parts have rolled to nowhere.

Mr. Lu was used to cleaning up the mess, but when faced with such a chime clock, he was speechless for a moment. For the first time, he felt that even he could not restore the unlucky clock to its original state.

The guests bowed their heads obediently, like kindergarten children waiting for the teacher to criticize them after doing something wrong.

Mr. Lu opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say a word.

Forget it.

Mr. Lu went to his room on the second floor to find a storage box, dumped some small items in it on the ground, and then returned to the living room with the empty box.The guests still stood where they were, and Mr. Lu signaled that they could go to their own affairs, and then he squatted down and picked up the parts of the chime clock into the box.

The guests stood dryly for a while, and Bai Zhu suddenly bent down to pick up some parts that had rolled away, and the other two scattered.The larger parts were quickly found, and there were some odds and ends, such as small screws, which may be missed even after being sifted several times, and only when repairing can we find out whether there are any missing parts.

Mr. Lu wanted to go back to the second floor with his heavy storage box in his arms, but Bai Zhu held his hand. The girl said apologetically, "I'm sorry Mr. Lu, I broke your clock."

"It's okay." Mr. Lu shook his head, "I accidentally scared you."

He has always been easy to talk, and habitually takes the responsibility on himself.He wasn't angry when the bell was broken, but he was a little sad, but now Mr. Lu only thinks about how to fix it.

Hearing this, the guests felt even more guilty.

Bai Zhu asked, "Is there anything we can do to help?"

Mr. Lu still shook his head, his guests really didn't seem to be able to repair machinery.

It is true that Bai Yi and his party can't, they can only watch Mr. Lu's back disappear into the stairwell.The guests looked at each other, and Zhong Changya took out the mirror hidden behind him with a complicated expression.

In front of them in the mirror, Mr. Lu, whose eyes were splashed with blood, was holding a hammer, his eyes were cold and crazy.

The abnormality of the mirror was discovered by Xu Yan.

After waking up, he came to visit the next door, saw the upside-down mirror on the table, randomly picked it up and looked at it, and then saw a tall man standing behind him.The man's bloodshot eyes widened, and half of his body was stained red with blood. There was a deep depression in his skull, and there was a huge crack on it, from which blood kept flowing out.

Xu Yan was so frightened that he almost dropped the mirror on the ground.

He felt that his head had also opened up, and it was chilly. When he turned his head, his neck seemed to be a machine with insufficient lubrication, as if he could hear the sound of creaking and rubbing.

Xu Yan turned his head tremblingly.

There is nothing behind him.

But when he put his eyes back on the mirror again, the mirror still reflected the blood-red figure behind him.

Xu Yan didn't dare to stay where he was, and hurried to the place farthest from the figure.No matter where he went, the figure stood in a fixed position.

Zhong Changya and Bai Zhu, who had just come out of the bathroom, noticed Xu Yan's strangeness. They studied this mirror for a whole morning, and they confirmed that this mirror could reflect a different world.Contacting the notes found in the study, they realized that the world in the mirror was probably the past scene of this cottage.

When staring at the mirror, there will be a weird feeling, because at first glance, the mirror seems to really reflect the scene in the house, but in fact, if you compare carefully, you will find that the position of the furniture in the mirror is different from that in reality. difference.Aside from the apparently dead man, the most obvious difference was the paintings on the walls.

The painting in Bai Zhu's room shows a field, but the painting in the mirror is a scene of a forest, and the painting in the mirror has blood spattered on it!

The outside of the hanging picture is not protected by glass. If the hanging picture has been stained with blood in the past, it will naturally be replaced now...

The players walked around all the reachable places in the cabin with the mirror. The more they looked at it, the more frightened they became, and the more certain their conjectures became, until they came to the study and saw a woman curled up under the bookshelf. It was all tears, her pupils were almost shrunk to a small spot due to fear, and there was a notebook on her lap, and the crooked handwriting stayed on a certain word.

It was the notebook they had found.

They are absolutely sure that the mirror is the past.

They went all the way down, the third floor, the second floor, and finally the first floor.

They finally found Mr. Lu from the past.

The usual gentle look was gone from that familiar face, he looked like a demon who had torn the human skin off his face. The hammer in "Mr. Lu" was dripping with blood, and the surface of the hammer was stained with white bone fragments. His eyes were staring coldly at the clock face.

It was almost midnight.