The Professor's Mirror Dress Lover

The moment the closet was opened, lightning flashed across the window, illuminating Lin Sanqian in the mirror.

In other words, it is the "blue" in the mirror.

The mirror separated Lin Sanqian from the mirror.

At this moment, Lin Sanqian seemed to be nailed in place, standing in front of the mirror with his heart pounding, and his mirror image seemed to be busy dressing up.

"Blue" pulled up the blue suspenders that had slipped off his arms, and wrapped his arms around his waist to zip up his skirt. He stood barefoot in stockings in front of the mirror in the closet, his shoulder-length black hair hanging down softly and lazily.

He was biting a slender cigarette in his mouth, raised his head slightly to reveal his Adam's apple, and was fastening his choker in front of the mirror.

The flames of the burning cigarette flickered, reflecting the soot-like tear mole at the corner of his left eye.

And behind "Lan" was the same room, with a wooden floor without a carpet, a clock that was pointing at 2:[-] in the morning, and lightning flashing across the window facing the wardrobe.

"Blue" appeared and disappeared in the white light of lightning.

Lan didn't seem to see Lin Sanqian on the opposite side of the mirror. He raised his hand to take down the cigarette, and pressed the cigarette end against the mirror.

It was exactly the same as what Lin Sanqian did seven years ago. For a moment, Lin Sanqian suspected that he had come to a parallel dimension.

But soon he denied the speculation of parallel space.

Because he noticed that something like an iron chain was wrapped around Lan's ankle, and the rusty brown chain made his ankle look colder and whiter, making harsh sounds with Lan's movements from time to time.

On the exposed skin of the blue naked I, there are faintly visible patches of bruises and deep or shallow wounds, as if just suffered cruel abuse.

Lin Sanqian frowned tightly, and pulled her heart hard.

At the moment when his mind was shaking, Lan in the mirror suddenly raised his eyelids and stared at him quietly.

It's not uncommon to see yourself in the mirror, but this moment is full of drama.

Lin Sanqian was so stared at that he couldn't move, and even stopped thinking.

Lan Si smiled, picked up the lipstick and painted her lips blue in front of the mirror: "Does it look good?"

"…what."

Can Lan see him?So in fact, Lan just pretended not to know...

In just a split second, Lin Sanqian seemed to have turned back into the little boy in the closet 15 years ago, unable to make a sound under the gaze of the other party.

"Mr. Lin, do I look good?"

Before Lin Sanqian could react, a certain cold touch wrapped around the back of his neck. Under the sudden and strong pull, Lin Sanqian followed the inertia and was caught off guard and slammed into the mirror.

Everything happened in an instant, and he had no room for struggle.

Lin Sanqian closed his eyes tightly subconsciously, but the moment he hit the mirror, the supposedly hard glass suddenly melted and became soft and entangled like a transparent liquid, wrapping his body and senses in it , as if sinking into the bottom of the water.

A pair of hands covered his eyes like hide and seek.

"Hush." ​​It was his familiar voice, and it was also his own.

The fingers covering his eyelids were very cold. This temperature overlapped with his memory from 15 years ago. The other party seemed to have driven a long way in a blizzard to come here.

"Don't open your eyes after you come in, this is the rule." Lan's breath lingered.

Lin Sanqian's eyelashes scratched Lan's palm: "Who sets the rules."

He seemed to have finally regained some composure.

"The rules of my existence." Lan said.

"who are you?"

"Three thousand, you know who I am."

Lin Sanqian was silent for a moment: "But I want to hear you tell me yourself."

Sometimes he is a bit stubborn, Lan knows this better than anyone else.

So Lan smiled and lowered his voice: "Your Lan."

The moment Lin Sanqian heard the answer, his body trembled slightly.

He seemed to have been waiting for this answer for a long, long time.

"How did you get your injuries?"

"There was a little accident."

Lan didn't seem to care much about her injury, but Lin Sanqian's stubbornness returned.

"What little accident?"

"Traffic accident."

Lan gave a brief answer, but Lin Sanqian figured out the ins and outs in a blink of an eye.

Before the explosion tonight, in order to prevent his taxi from driving into the explosion zone, Lan ran into it himself.

So Lan will also be hurt...

Lin Sanqian's eyelashes trembled even more, making Lan's palms itch more and more.

"Does it hurt?" he said.

"I don't have the nerves to feel pain for a while."

"What about... the chain on the foot?"

"Because I made a mistake, I was punished."

Lin Sanqian was silent for a moment, he didn't ask Lan what mistake he made.

He had a feeling they didn't have much time.

"Can I untie it for you?"

"You can, and only you can." Lan replied affirmatively.

"Tell me what to do."

"Do you want to?"

"You know I do."

At this point, they had the same tacit understanding, Lan rubbed his chin on his shoulder.

Lin Sanqian smelled the familiar perfume on him.

It was the perfume he chose for Lan, it was very cheap, and he picked it at the night market in the underground street.

I chose it because the name of the perfume is "Blue Dawn".

"Then can I kiss you?"

Lan suppressed a smile and said seriously.

Lin Sanqian: "..."

Although he couldn't see it, he knew he was blushing, and a wave of heat burned from his chest to his cheeks.

"Sanqian, can I kiss you? I have to ask your permission."

Lin Sanqian subconsciously licked her drier lips.

"Yes," he said.

The fingers covering his eyes moved away, and Lan turned to his front: "Don't open your eyes, it will be fine soon, all at once."

Lin Sanqian was silent again.

"It's okay not so fast," he said.

Lan smiled, and pressed his breath, his lips were also cold, and so was his breath.

It's like the cool air from opening the refrigerator in summer.

Blue lipstick rubbed from Lan's lips to Lin Sanqian's.

It was a very light and gentle touch, but the smell of blood in his mouth became stronger.

Lin Sanqian's eyelashes fluttered, he didn't dare to open his eyes, he was always a good boy who obeyed the rules.

He felt no pain, so was Lan bleeding?

Lin Sanqian couldn't get an answer for the time being.

"Three thousand," Lan's breath changed slightly, "wait for me in your world."

He just moved his lips, Lin Sanqian didn't hear what he said clearly.

"You can wake up now." Lan said again.

The moment the words fell, the touch on the lips disappeared.

Lin Sanqian heard the sound of wet footsteps and the sound of cracking ice again, just like what he heard in the closet on the first snowy night 15 years ago.

At the same time, the sound of ice cracking spread rapidly.

Just as Lin Sanqian opened his eyes, there was a loud bang.

At this moment, the windows on the south side were open, and the strong wind was pouring into the house, and successive lightning bolts illuminated the dark room.

The door of the closet opened at some point, and he who was sleeping on the bed stood in front of the closet, the cracked mirror reflected his fragmented mirror image.

A lot of broken glass was scattered on the ground. He stepped on the floor with bare feet, but there was no scratch on his feet.

Is it sleepwalking?But he never sleepwalks.

Standing in the middle of the broken glass, Lin Sanqian was suddenly at a loss. The shattered mirror reflected countless mirror images. He searched for them one by one, but there was no "blue" in the "dream".

With the light of the lightning, he tiptoed carefully around the broken glass, found the light switch and pressed it, but the light didn't turn on.

It seemed that there was a power outage, which often happened in orphanages. Lin Sanqian also gradually calmed down, and found slippers by the bed to put on to prevent her bare feet from being cut.

The sound of knocking on the door also sounded at this time.

"Who?" Lin Sanqian tensed subconsciously.

He looked in the direction of the door and saw a little candlelight seeping through the crack of the door.

"I heard the sound of something smashing into the room, Professor Lin, are you alright?" the teacher on duty asked outside the door.

The orphanage has rules for ward rounds at night. Just now when the teacher came back from ward rounds and passed by Lin Sanqian's room, he happened to hear a huge movement of glass being smashed in the room, so he paid attention to it, and knocked on the door after the movement disappeared to confirm that Lin Sanqian Thousands of safety.

Lin Sanqian stabilized his mood again, and said through the door: "It's okay, I accidentally smashed the mirror just now, I'm sorry for making such a big noise."

"The power line is faulty and the power is cut off. It is very inconvenient to walk around at night. It is estimated that someone will wait until dawn to fix it." The teacher on duty said, "Do you need some candles?"

"No, thank you." Lin Sanqian's voice sounded a little hoarse.

"There are people on duty overnight in the infirmary. If you are pierced by broken glass, you can go and prescribe some medicine."

"OK, thanks."

"I wish you a sweet dream."

Seeing the candlelight behind the door gradually disappear, Lin Sanqian breathed a sigh of relief again.

He didn't want anyone to see the mess inside the house.

With the light of the mobile phone flashlight, Lin Sanqian crossed the glass to close the window. The thunder became louder and louder, and the wind became more and more wild. The hydrangea in the flower garden was blown into clusters of frantic blue. Lin Sanqian's eyes stopped After a while, the curtains were drawn to shut everything out.

The heavy rain in the early summer night and the blooming hydrangea reminded him of the ominous night when his mother committed suicide when he was six years old.

That night, he saw his mother lift a chair and smash it heavily at the mirror of the dressing table. His mother's bedroom was as messy as this one.

On the same night, he also saw two mothers, one of whom killed the other before committing suicide.

His mother is usually not crazy, she is a kind woman who is gentle and sensual.

What exactly had she seen in the mirror that night?

Did she have the same "dream" as herself, seeing another self in the mirror?

Just like the "blue" I saw tonight...

"Madness is hereditary, and one day you will become crazy like your crazy mother."

The curses he was used to hearing when he was a child flashed in his mind, and Lin Sanqian closed his eyes impatiently.

The thunder rumbled, and Lin Sanqian curled up on the bed. In order to dispel the turbulent anxiety, he began to recall the "dream" just now, using his imagination to outline Lan's lips and perceive Lan's breath.

Very soft, very cool, very comfortable.

Soon, Lin Sanqian calmed down again, and his cheeks became a little hot.

He licked his lips again, very carefully, as if touching some ulterior taboo.

His heart suddenly felt itchy as if it had been scratched by a kitten's paw.

But he didn't taste the blue lipstick in the "dream", and the dried blood smell permeated again, and he realized that his lips were broken at some point.

He touched it, and it was like a small wound scratched by glass, but it didn't hurt.

After staying like this for a while, Lin Sanqian didn't feel sleepy anymore. He took out his laptop and continued to write about the topic of ancient devil worship.

In that ancient era, the dull thunder that rolled before the rainstorm on a summer night, and the rustling of the leaves and flowers after the rain fell, were regarded as the whispers of the devil calling for sacrifices.

It is rumored that the chosen ones will see the devil on such a night, and if they voluntarily offer what the devil wants, they will reach the highest level of "deal".

The soul of the sacrificer will never be able to escape the control of the devil. This kind of forever is not as simple as the withering of life. It may exist in the soul of the sacrificer, or choose a more intuitive form of blood to continue. The curse is written into the body like a gene. This doomed family.

In the ancient legends of the devil worship era, the wizard who achieved the "highest sacrifice" will have a tragedy that will spread to the entire family and future generations. The devil will always have a way to trick their descendants into signing a "voluntary agreement."

At this moment, the rain poured down outside the window, crackling.

Lin Sanqian's typing hands paused slightly, and after a brief absence, he began to search for literature related to "Mirror Man", but he couldn't find any references to it, except for a story about replicants that was full of loopholes and was widely circulated on a certain forum. value information.

These unsolved mysteries really only exist in academics and film and television literature, Lin Sanqian subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

He refocused his attention on the subject.

By the time his laptop ran out of battery, it was already six o'clock in the morning, and the rain outside the window had stopped early.

The eastern horizon shimmered slightly, and the rain on the windows was quickly evaporated by the sunlight.

Lin Sanqian pushed open the window to let the sunlight in, and the broken glass shone all over the floor.

He began to clean the house, carefully sweeping from the closet to the bottom of the bed.

When he saw the suitcase under the bed, his movements paused, a subtle emotion similar to a premonition stuck in his chest, and it became more and more swollen.

Lin Sanqian bowed and dragged out the suitcase, and the moment he entered the password to open it, the blood in his body suddenly cooled down.

The suitcase was empty, only a few pieces of his daily clothes and supplies were loosely placed.

Blue lipstick, envelope, suspender skirt, choker, stockings... all disappeared.

He dumped all the luggage on the ground, checked it once, twice, three times, four or five times...

All the items sent by "B" disappeared.

He checked his pocket again, the note he got from the bar last night was gone.

He opened the phone's address book, and the number marked "B" was gone, and even the call history he had dialed was completely deleted.

Lin Sanqian's ears were buzzing, and a strong sense of unease swept over him, wrapping him airtightly.

On this sunny morning in the orphanage after the heavy rain, all clues about "B" and "Blue" disappeared completely.

The author has something to say: Three Thousand: Lan Nee Woo Woo Woo

Cuckoo: Your Lan's appearance fee is too expensive, let me take it easy.

Lan (loudly): I don't charge money!Let me go out to see my wife!

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Today is another day of ooc in the small theater, don't worry, Lan will meet Sanqian in real life very soon, it's very exciting.

and hope i don't get locked qaq

Daily confession to you, the white liquid has been received, the refill