The Professor's Mirror Dress Lover

"Sorry, because it's payable, so I have to trouble you to sign for it yourself."

Lin Sanqian took a palm-sized box from the courier brother, scanned the QR code and paid for the shipping fee: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay, I wish you a happy life."

"Thank you."

After closing the door, Lin Sanqian was not in a hurry to open the courier. He turned over the courier slip and looked at it carefully. Like yesterday's letter, the sender's name on the courier slip was only written with the letter "B".

While the delivery address shows a courier collection point in Xiacheng, the sender's mobile phone number is hidden by the * number.

Lin Sanqian knew at a glance that this was the birthday present mentioned by the mysterious person "B" yesterday.

He carefully and impatiently opened the courier, and when he saw the contents of the box, his expression froze.

The "Endless Summer" blue lipstick I saw in the window last night was quietly lying in the box.

Next to the lipstick was a palm-sized cosmetic mirror. Through the mirror, Lin Sanqian could clearly see the bewilderment on his face at the moment.

The sender knew more about him than Lin Sanqian had expected.

The meaning of this makeup mirror is also very clear. Ever since Mrs. Lin dismantled all the mirrors in his bedroom, Lin Sanqian was forced to "cure" the problem of talking in front of the mirror when she was a child, and she has also learned to tidy herself up without looking in the mirror. Neat skills.

There was a mirror in the bathroom of the rented apartment, but the mirror was cracked before he moved in. Lin Sanqian didn't take the initiative to ask the landlord to replace it, but simply covered it with a cover.

Not looking in the mirror has gradually become a habit of life, and the sender obviously knows his habits well and is trying to break his rules.

There was another point that Lin Sanqian couldn't figure out.

There are many brands of blue lipstick. This "Endless Summer" only appeared in his field of vision last night. Is it just a coincidence that he received the same lipstick from Xiacheng early this morning?

If it wasn't a coincidence, how did the other party do it?

Even if someone really spied on his every move last night, knowing that he was staying in front of the cosmetics store, and knowing that he was shaken when the salesman introduced the new "Endless Summer" to him, it would take at least two days for the courier from Xiacheng to Dongdu to be airlifted. Maybe delivered to him overnight...

There is only one possibility.

The other party bought this lipstick a long time ago, and guided him to stay in front of the window of the cosmetics store last night, just saw the "Endless Summer" on display, and then created this "coincidence".

If this is the case, the other party has obviously calculated everything, and the development of the matter is completely under his control.

Lin Sanqian opened the lid of the lipstick, and there were irregular smear marks on the bright blue body of the lipstick. This lipstick was obviously used.

He scratched the A4 paper with lipstick, and took out the envelope he received yesterday for comparison.

Lin Sanqian could quickly confirm that the lipstick on her wrist and the lip print on the back of the letter were of the same color.

So the other party used this "Endless Summer" to paint his lips, then printed a kiss when he sealed the letter, and then packed the lipstick and sent it to him in a few days?

If the other party's purpose is just blackmail and intimidation, it is completely unnecessary to be so delicate and morbid...

But apart from blackmail and intimidation, Lin Sanqian couldn't think of any other possibility.

Unless, there really is another...

Sensing the sign of danger, Lin Sanqian immediately suppressed his absurd assumptions. He tore off the express tracking number, put the lipstick and mirror back into the express box and threw them into the trash can together.

As usual, Lin Sanqian had hardened sandwiches in the refrigerator and convenience store coffee for breakfast. While eating, she opened the official express website and entered the tracking number to check, and finally found the sender's mobile phone number.

But when he dialed the number, it showed that the number was empty.

Lin Sanqian tried dialing twice more, still with the same result...

"Sorry, the mobile phone number you dialed is empty, please check carefully..."

Lin Sanqian hung up the phone and continued to eat his sandwich absent-mindedly.

At 7:30, Lin Sanqian packed up and prepared to go to class.

But when he was picking up the garbage in the apartment, Lin Sanqian's hand stopped again. He hesitated for a moment, and finally took the "Endless Summer" out of the trash can, wiped it twice with alcohol and stuffed it deep in the closet.

Maybe it could become physical evidence in the future, Lin Sanqian gave himself a reason.

After the last class in the morning, Lin Sanqian organized the lesson plans in an orderly manner on the podium.

"Ms. Lin, can I delay you for a few minutes? Because of my personal creation needs, I want to ask you some questions."

A neatly dressed girl came forward. Although Lin Sanqian often couldn't remember the faces of strangers, he never forgot his students. Although this girl didn't take his courses, she took part in his class yesterday. As a consultant to the Mysterious Culture Research Club, Lin Sanqian immediately recognized it.

"No problem, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Lin Sanqian could feel that the girl looked at him curiously again, but he didn't mind, and kept a gentle and sincere attitude, hoping to help his students.

"I'm writing a novel based on ancient witchcraft. I'm very interested in the part of the 'devil trading' culture you mentioned yesterday, so I want to learn a little about the methods and means of trading."

Lin Sanqian nodded, and while sorting out relevant information for the other party, he briefly said: "In witchcraft culture, summoning rituals can be completed by summoners and wizards who have joined the religion. Transactions usually need to be written with fresh blood and mirrored words. After the transaction is completed, these contracts will be completely destroyed, and the opening of the ceremony is usually guided by sacrifices that meet the taste of the devil, and the most popular ones are newborn babies and sex."

The girl was slightly taken aback: "Sex? Does it mean that the witch dedicated her body to the devil?"

Lin Sanqian shook his head: "Although in literary works, it is basically beautiful witches who sign contracts with demons, but in fact, in demonology, gender is never emphasized in the sacrifice of 'sex'."

The girl opened her eyes wide, and Lin Sanqian continued to correct: "The word "contribution" is not rigorous. Rather than saying it is a unilateral contribution, it is better to say that it is asking for each other. Both parties to the transaction can get great fun from it. Voluntary is a contract. The premise of signing, and special marks will appear on both parties. "

"Is the devil bisexual?" The girl joked seriously, and then asked: "Apart from these mainstream sacrifices, is there any more platonic way of sacrifice, such as..."

She paused for a while and thought, "Time, feelings, memory, soul, senses...like these?"

Lin Sanqian shook his head, slightly curling the corners of his lips: "The sacrifices in the records have strict regulations, down to the number of days the baby was born, and even their posture when they were born, etc. I can give you a reference As for what you said, it should be done by the imagination, and I may not be able to provide useful suggestions.”

"However, the charm of occultism also comes from the imagination of human beings in that era. For example, the symptoms such as convulsions and hallucinations that appeared on the subject after the "devil's curse" took effect at that time were actually only caused by ergot poisoning. "

After that, Lin Sanqian handed over the compiled book list and catalog to the girl: "I hope it can help your creation."

"Thank you teacher, thank you teacher!" The girl thanked Lian Sheng, and just as Lin Sanqian was about to walk out of the classroom, the girl's eyes fixed on his left cuff, "Mr. Lin, where are you..."

Lin Sanqian turned around in confusion, and saw the girl pointing at her wrist, "It's dirty."

He lowered his head, only to notice that the blue lipstick was rubbed against the cuff at some point, and there were some traces of blue on it.

It must have been a restless encounter in the morning... he thought.

"Thank you for the reminder." Lin Sanqian pinned up his cuffs and switched to holding the lesson plan with his left hand, just enough to cover his wrist.

The girl recognized that it was a woman's lipstick mark, and asked half-jokingly, "Mr. Lin has a girlfriend?"

Lin Sanqian smiled noncommittally, the girl said something to herself, but he didn't hear it.

Lin Sanqian has always had the habit of staggering the rush hours of people to go to the cafeteria. He first went to the bathroom to wash off the blue lipstick marks on his sleeves, and then returned to the office to continue working on his projects.

He was concentrating on his work, and when he came back to his senses, it was already 01:30, and his stomach was aching because he hadn't eaten for a long time.

He poured himself a cup of warm water, and when he opened the drawer to take a stomach medicine, he realized that the regular medicine was gone.

Lin Sanqian had no choice but to drink a few sips of warm water, planning to take a break.

Fifteen minutes later, the stomach pain did not ease, but became more and more severe. At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the office: "Is Mr. Lin in? I have your takeaway."

Lin Sanqian turned around and saw the takeaway boy standing outside the door with a big bag of things, but he hadn't ordered any takeaway.

"Thank you." In order not to delay the delivery boy's work, Lin Sanqian didn't hesitate. He took the delivery and checked the order number. He was indeed the recipient.

"have a good meal."

Lin Sanqian opened the takeaway bag and found a bowl of warm yam porridge and several boxes of stomach medicine and painkillers inside.

Lin Sanqian was stunned. He never told anyone that he had a stomachache. How could someone suddenly bring porridge and medicine to him?

He looked up, and the colleagues in the office were all busy with their own affairs, and no one had the time to pay attention to Lin Sanqian's state.

It's so weird.

Lin Sanqian looked at the takeout order again, and a line of words was printed on the note——

"Eat well"

In order not to waste food, he drank the yam porridge and swallowed two pills, and the stomach pain was relieved within 10 minutes.

Afterwards, he has been in a trance. This feeling of being taken care of when he is in pain is actually very rare in his past life.

When he went to throw away the takeaway, he tore off the slip with notes on it, folded it neatly and put it in the drawer for storage.

Lin Sanqian even thought for a moment, could this takeaway be also ordered by "B"?

But he can't seem to get a definite answer.

Lin Sanqian went to class and worked on projects as usual, went to the cafeteria on time for dinner, and left school after nine o'clock.

Lin Sanqian realized that the hydrangea season was coming when there were many blue hydrangeas in the windows of flower shops on both sides of the commercial street.

In my memory, summer in Xiacheng is full of hydrangeas. The flower gardens on both sides of the way home, the yard of the family, the dormitory of the welfare home... the place where he lived, is always surrounded by a faint blue in May and June.

After he left Xia City, he rarely saw such lush hydrangeas in other cities.

The memory of the hydrangea blooming was not good, and it could even be said to be an unknown kind to him, but Lin Sanqian had some inexplicable nostalgia in his heart.

Thinking of Xiacheng, Lin Sanqian thought of the mysterious person "B" who sent him a "birthday gift" from Xiacheng.

He dialed the number he found along the courier number again.

"Sorry, the phone number you dialed is empty..."

Lin Sanqian hung up the phone, and suddenly realized that his life, which was as peaceful as stagnant water, had caused a storm because of the first letter and the first delivery.

There may be more "surprises" waiting for him in the future. The other party seems to know everything about him, but he knows nothing about the other party...

Lin Sanqian, who turned his head slightly under the streetlight and looked at the hydrangeas in the window, suddenly had the illusion that he was standing in the middle of the stage, and a beam of spotlights was hitting him.

He was the actor who was asked to perform on the stage, but it was pitch black under the stage. He could feel the sight of the audience but couldn't see him. He didn't even know what this mysterious audience wanted him to perform. He could only stand under the spotlight seemingly calm but at a loss.

After returning to the apartment and washing up, Lin Sanqian swallowed the sleeping pills after watching half of the movie yesterday.

The subject matter of the movie reminded him of the question that the student asked during the day, but the deal between humans and demons only existed in ancient and ignorant ages, as well as in romantic film and television literature.

With the help of sleeping pills, Lin Sanqian quickly fell asleep.

It's a pity that the dream tonight was very unpleasant. He dreamed of an extremely hot and sultry night in early summer when he was six years old.

That night, there was a loud noise from his mother's bedroom, and Lin Sanqian stepped barefoot on the corridor. There was a power outage, and there was no moonlight, only occasional bolts of lightning rolling across the sky.

He stopped outside his mother's bedroom door and knocked lightly a few times, but his knock was quickly drowned out by the noise inside the room, and the unlocked door remained open.

Through the lightning, he saw that his mother was holding the chair high and smashing it towards the mirror of the dressing table again and again. As if feeling the pain, they kept smashing, accompanied by heart-piercing screams and curses.

"Mom..." Lin Sanqian stood outside the door helplessly. The moment his mother saw him, her face turned pale, and the emotion in her eyes flashed away. Then she walked over and pushed him forcefully regardless of the shards of glass on the floor——

"Go away! Don't look! Go back to sleep immediately!"

Lin Sanqian fell to the ground, and the bedroom door closed tightly in front of him.

Lightning passed through the corridor one after another, and Lin Sanqian got up from the ground. He didn't listen to his mother, and pushed open the door of his mother's room again, but the broken glass disappeared all over the floor. The west-facing window of the bedroom was open. The strong wind lifted the gauze curtains, and the blue hydrangeas in the garden shone in the night, but he turned around in the bedroom, and he couldn't see his mother around.

"Mom, where are you? Mom?"

The young Lin Sanqian felt a strong uneasiness in his heart, his voice was crying, and he stumbled and searched for his mother in the house where the power was cut off.

Until he walked down the stairs to the unlocked patio.

"Mom—" the voice was choked in his throat and he couldn't utter it anymore, and he froze in place like a stone sculpture.

He witnessed two mothers standing on the terrace, wearing the same pajamas and bare feet, the two mothers wrestled with each other, and finally one of the mothers pushed the other off the terrace.

"Three thousand? Is it you? Don't be afraid...don't be afraid of mother," the mother who had just killed someone walked towards him cautiously, stretching out her hand covered with scars, "don't be afraid, come here, okay? Mom told you...mom isn't crazy ...you're not crazy either."

"Everything you see is real."

The young Lin Sanqian shook his head, he took a step back trembling, and ran away without holding his mother's hand.

He didn't remember how many times he fell during the lightning-strewn night, the ground was covered with broken glass, his body was covered with scratches and bloodstains, and his whole body was in hot and bloody pain.

The corridor he was familiar with since he was a child suddenly turned into an endless loop. He repeatedly passed the terrace, his mother's room, his own room...the carpet was full of blood stains from his previous walks...but he couldn't find the stairs and couldn't find the exit .

Lin Sanqian knew that he was dreaming, and he couldn't find the exit of the dream. Because of fear and escape, his chest heaved violently as if it was about to explode.

And the mother who fell down the stairs before got up from the muddy blood stains, opened her mouth in the lightning and looked up at him, she said: "Sanqian, you can't escape like this, just jump off the stairs. "

"Do not."

"Three thousand, be obedient, like your mother, you will be relieved by jumping off the stairs..."

"Do not."

Lin Sanqian ran in the endless corridor, he realized that he was dreaming, and also realized that he could not wake up actively.

This nightmare was like a bloody swamp, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank...

Just when he was so tired that he couldn't breathe, the rumbling thunder outside the window turned into a musical melody he was familiar with, and the melody became louder and louder, as if it was exploding in his ears without stopping.

The nightmare shook, shattered, and vanished.

Panting for breath, Lin Sanqian opened his eyes and found that it was his cell phone beside his pillow that rang. He breathed a sigh of relief, but when he picked up the cell phone and saw the number displayed on the screen, blood rushed straight to his forehead.

That was the number of the mysterious person "B" that he called countless times yesterday, but it was displayed as an empty number.

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*The content of "Devil Trading" refers to Wikipedia and is self-made;

*What was blocked yesterday was □□flower, that is, hydrangea. Endless Summer is a variety of hydrangea, which blooms very well this season;

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