The Professor's Mirror Dress Lover

Blue adjusts the lighting in the hotel to a cool blue.

This is a mirror-themed room. The walls are covered with glass lenses, reflecting each other's looks, expressions, and movements on the glass from all angles.

All the details are clearly presented, and the visual stimulation makes the senses multiplied and superimposed infinitely magnified.

Covered by blue flames, it swallowed Sanqian's breath, heartbeat, and voice, and burned his skin red.

He slid his Adam's apple frantically, opened his lips desperately to breathe in oxygen, Lin Sanqian felt that he would be burned to ashes by the blue flame soon.

He put his hands on the mirror weakly, and the cold touch of the mirror supported him to grasp the last trace of clarity.

In a daze, he saw his mirror image flickering like a poorly connected screen, and finally went out.

His reflection disappeared into the mirror.

Almost in a daze for a moment, he was pulled into the mirror by a soft and irresistible force.

Similar to the feeling of entering a mirror for the first time, the mirror turned into a soft liquid the moment it accepted him, wrapping him airtight in it.

Lin Sanqian kept sinking, slowly and irreversibly, until he sank to the bottom before he could open his eyes.

The sense of restraint receded, and Lin Sanqian found himself in the mirror maze.

All he could see were mirrors, and he couldn't find an exit when he walked through them. The corridors built by countless mirrors extended to all sides.

There is a glass door at the corner of each corridor, and behind the door is another corridor with the same layout.

All structures are exactly the same, spreading to infinity.

Lin Sanqian walked barefoot in the mirror maze, surrounded by the same dead silence.

He could no longer hear his own breathing or heartbeat.

Lin Sanqian thought that he should be afraid, but in fact, he didn't have anything that could be called emotion.

His emotions seemed to be lost in a maze, and he didn't feel uneasy, fearful, tense... It was like being wrapped in a layer of plastic, isolating him from his feelings.

He didn't know how long he had walked in the maze, nor how many glass doors he had pushed open.

It wasn't until he pushed open an identical door, and a pair of shackles were left inside, that Lin Sanqian's empty eyes showed a little light.

He approached the shackles and squatted on the ground. He had seen this pair of shackles before, and they were once tied to Lan's ankles.

A lot of soot was scattered around the shackles, and there was a faint smell of "blue dawn" in the air.

Is this where Lan often stays when she is sealed in the mirror?

Lin Sanqian looked up and saw the sketches pasted on the entire wall.

At this moment, his lost emotions came back like a tide, engulfing him like a vortex.

He is in every sketch.

Sanqian had asked Lan not long ago how Lan passed the time when he wasn't looking in the mirror.

At that time, Lan let out a "hee" in confusion.

It turned out to be the case.

When Lan himself was in the mirror, he would draw over and over again how he looked in the mirror.

Every time Sanqian looks in the mirror, Lan will never miss the expression, and store these images in memory, and resurface on the drawing paper during the long waiting time.

Countless repetitions, countless sketches, repeated waiting.

Sanqian put his hands on the sketch, and Lan's emotions permeated from the paper to his fingertips, rushing straight to the deepest part of his chest like a torrent of blood.

These sketches are pasted together two by two.

Because Sanqian is always unhappy every time he looks in the mirror, the sketch on the left actually shows Sanqian's sad expression, and the sketch on the right has been slightly adjusted by Lan, and the corners of Sanqian's lips in the painting are slightly raised.

Lan hoped that his three thousand would be happy.

Lin Sanqian's fingertips trembled slightly. He suddenly wanted to see Lan very much, very much, more than ever.

But when he looked around, there was nothing around him except a labyrinth of mirrors that went back and forth.

From the continuous mirrors, he saw endless silence and loneliness.

Uneasy emotions surged in after a while, surrounding him impenetrably.

Lin Sanqian started running in the mirror, he desperately wanted to find the exit of the maze, he wanted to get out of the maze as quickly as possible.

He had an ominous premonition that if he couldn't escape the maze, Lan would never see him again.

But no matter how hard he ran, he couldn't find the exit. It was as if he had fallen into the dream of his mother's death on a rainy night. He couldn't escape the corridor where the fire spread, and the more he struggled, the deeper he sank...

He silently recited in his heart countless times like a prayer: "Blue."

"Three thousand, I'm here, don't be afraid."

Lan's lips gently covered Sanqian's trembling eyelashes, "Don't be afraid, did you have a nightmare?"

Since he appeared in the world of Three Thousand for 24 hours, he has been unable to enter the dreamland of Three Thousand at will like before.

All he could do was wake Sanqian up when he fell into a nightmare.

In fact, this is the first time Sanqian has been haunted by nightmares since they lived together.

Lin Sanqian opened his eyes, his chest heaved continuously because of panting, and his back was soaked in cold sweat.

The hotel room had no windows, and he couldn't tell whether it was day or night for a moment.

Lan held him firmly in his arms, he finally found a sense of security from the endless uneasiness, he let out a sigh of relief on the other's shoulder: "Lan, I dreamed..."

Before he could finish speaking, the phone rang.

It was Mrs. Lin calling.

"Three thousand? Where are you?"

On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Lin's tone was more anxious than ever, and her former calmness and elegance were gone.

Lin Sanqian was stunned for a moment: "My friend and I are... outside, what's the matter?"

He had a premonition that something had happened to Mrs. Lin.

"Are you okay?" Mrs. Lin asked again.

Lin Sanqian was a little confused: "I'm fine, what happened?"

Mrs. Lin was obviously relieved. She paused to adjust her state, and her tone finally calmed down: "I had a nightmare..."

Mrs. Lin stopped in the middle of her sentence, and Lin Sanqian waited patiently for the other party to sort out her emotions while holding the phone.

"Sanqian, I dreamed that you disappeared too..."

"Like my two children, I can't find you in this world."

Although her tone had calmed down, Mrs. Lin's voice was still a little trembling.

"They tell me you're there, but I can't see you."

"There's someone at home, and I know it's not you."

"He's someone else."

Mrs. Lin described her dream in a somewhat chaotic manner, and her strong sense of uneasiness came clearly from her disordered words.

"No, it was just a nightmare, I'm fine now."

Lin Sanqian lowered her eyelashes, recalling her dream just now, and calmly comforted Mrs. Lin.

After a short silence, Mrs. Lin finally calmed down again: "I don't want to bear the despair of losing my child again, Sanqian, promise me that you will be fine."

"I promise you," Lin Sanqian said, "I will go back to see you later."

"It's okay, I'm relieved to know that you're fine, take your friends to visit Jincheng again, have a nice date."

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, Lan and Sanqian spent a while on the bed in the hotel.

Lan carried Sanqian to the bathroom, and in the sound of the shower, Sanqian casually told Lan Ting about the dream just now.

"Lan, I know your secret."

Sanqian leaned into Lan's ear and said, her voice was as moist and warm as the water pouring on them.

Lan pressed against his face: "Are you talking about those sketches?"

"Well, it's a pity that I can't bring it out."

"No pity, I will draw for you every day from now on," Lan said in a low voice, "with various poses and expressions."

Sanqian looked at him and said silently: "You really want to."

The two kissed again.

Over Lan's shoulders and the dense water vapor, Sanqian couldn't see her own reflection in the bathroom mirror.

"Three thousand, it seems that the rules have sped up, and we have to get ahead of it."

……

After tidying herself up, Lin Sanqian went back to the Lin residence after all.

Mrs. Lin had completely calmed down, and they enjoyed their lunch quietly as usual.

"Sanqian, why don't you go home and stay for a while during the New Year?" Mrs. Lin volunteered.

Sanqian raised the corners of her lips: "No problem."

After a pause, he thought of something, and suddenly said, "I might bring my friends back for the New Year's Eve."

"That's very welcome," Mrs. Lin smiled. "The New Year's Eve fireworks in Jincheng are very beautiful every year. You can bring your friends to see them."

Lin Sanqian nodded, with a gentle gleam in his eyes: "He will definitely like it."

……

After returning from Jincheng, Lin Sanqian frequently dreamed that he was locked in the mirror maze.

The side effects of the rules are intensifying, and his mirror image is getting weaker and weaker.

Lan could feel Sanqian's sense of existence disappearing.

Both Sanqian and Lan are looking for relevant clues. They imagined that the worst case is that in order to follow the balance of a certain order, Lin Sanqian will replace Lan as the mirror image.

The rule is to let him and Lan fight each other to kill?

The case of the mother and the mirror person seems to bear this out.

But this time the rules seemed to have been miscalculated. It was impossible for Sanqian and Lan to rob each other.

Absolute trust frees them from the worries of mutual suspicion, but now they have no way to prevent the erosion of side effects.

"Don't let Sanqian die, even if he wants to kill himself, you must stop..."

Lan recalled over and over again the mirrored dialogue with his mother when he entered the Three Thousand Dreams.

This sentence seems to contain very important information, the main body may commit suicide for some purpose.

This also happened to run counter to the rules of his existence.

"—The main body cannot be allowed to die."

It's a credo written in his genes.

At the same time, accidents happened to Sanqian more and more frequently, and Lan's body was bruised from time to time.

Fortunately, although Lan is becoming more and more human-like, his pain-sensing nerves still don't exist.

Lin Sanqian began to think about the relationship between these accidents and rules.

Is it part of the side effects of the rules, or is it in opposition to the rules?

The information they have is mixed together, and it seems that they have no clue.

This situation lasted for half a month.

Until the beginning of December, the ginger porridge who came back from the creation of Aurora City knocked on the door of Lin Sanqian's office.

"Come in," Lin Sanqian said somewhat unexpectedly.

After a short greeting, he looked at Jiang Congee who was holding a book in his hand, "Is everything going well in Aurora City?"

Jiang Congee nodded: "The culture and customs of Aurora City are mysterious and unique. A Luo's great-grandmother was also very kind. She told me a lot of history and stories that I couldn't find in external documents. The creation there went very smoothly."

Jiang Porridge smiled a little embarrassedly, and handed the book in his hand to Lin Sanqian, "You gave me a lot of creative help before, and now the work is out, if you don't mind, I would like to give you a copy commemorate."

Lin Sanqian took Jiang Congee's book: "Thank you, I am very interested in works of this kind..."

The moment Lin Sanqian saw the title of the book, he was stunned, and the smile instantly froze on his face.

Because the book is called The Mirror Man.

The author has something to say: Lan: Mrs. Painter, a well-known women's wear master

……

In fact, this chapter is pretty sweet except for the rules, isn’t it (whispering

As the only villain in this book, Rules should not survive more than three chapters.