[Comprehensive Yingmei] What kind of experience is it like to take online classes in Gotham?

I looked at the mirror that could not reflect my figure at all, and fell into deep thought.

Although it's a bronze mirror, it won't miss me, right?Some bronze mirrors that have existed for a long time can also be seen in the past. The vanity mirror in grandma’s house that has a history of more than 100 years is only a little blurred. What’s the matter with this mirror? Is it a see-through mirror?

I took the mirror and looked around in the living room, but I still couldn't see myself in the mirror.

The handle of the bronze mirror is wrapped with a piece of brown cloth, which feels like a delicate and unknown lump. I don't know what happened to this mirror when it was born.

"What is this?" Suddenly, a voice rang from my ear.

"Damian, you scared me so much!" I moved forward and put a little distance away from him.

"The mirror you won from the bet." I answered his question.

He looked down at the mirror in my hand, and pointed to a certain corner of the mirror: "It's dirty here, wipe it off."

"Huh?" I quickly looked at it, "No, it's not dirty, it's clean."

"Are you blind?" Damian said impatiently, "The two clumps of dust are so obvious."

"What ash...?" I held up the mirror.

Then I found Damian's figure reflected in the mirror, only a vague outline, but it was obviously Damian.

"What?" Damian also noticed something wrong in the picture reflected in the mirror. Obviously I was the person in front of the mirror, but there was no figure of me in the mirror, and he only had a vague outline.

Other scenes were clearly shown, but I didn't see the two clumps of dust that Damian mentioned.

"Yi Lusi." He pronounced my name clearly in Chinese, "Are you a ghost?"

I:……

he:……

"Thank you, I'm still alive. I have a chin and a shadow, and I'm not afraid of black dog blood, mahogany swords, or black donkey's hooves." I pulled out a half-smile.

He sat cross-legged in front of me and studied this strange mirror with me.

"What are those two clumps you saw?" I looked around, trying to find the counterpart in reality.

"Things that can move may be some unknown organism that we can't usually see." Damian replied without raising his head.

I suddenly felt a chill from the hand on the mirror, starting from the fingertips and spreading to the whole body at once.

In Gotham at the end of February, in the Wayne mansion where the heater is on and you can’t get cold in just a short sleeve, I shivered.

I saw those two gray blobs that Damian had seen—a figure, to be precise, holding a puppet surrounded by gray mist.

"Damian." I called his name, "Maybe, I know what it is."

"What did you see?" Damian asked, frowning.

"A puppet, an old woman," I said.

He turned his head to look at where I was staring, frowning and scanning around.

"There's nothing there," Damian said.

"Then she shouldn't be human." With the puppet turning to look at us stiffly, I said, "Maybe it's a ghost, a ghost or something."

In the eyes of two ghosts and one person, I paused and added: "Maybe it's my hallucination."

"After all, I was hijacked just now, and I was grabbed by that riddleman to answer some messy riddles. After being frightened, I was too stressed and prone to hallucinations."

"Damn stressful." Damian nods me without hesitation, then stands up.

"I'm going to find my father." With vigilance in his eyes, he glanced at the place where I said there was something, and turned to look down at me: "Stay away from that mirror."

Looking at the back of Damian leaving, I felt a damned sense of security in his small body.

"Fuck." I muttered to myself: "Is it an illusion brought about by looking up? I am really under too much pressure."

"Miss Louise, ladies should pay attention to their words." Alfred, who came to the living room at some time, reminded me faintly.

Do people at home walk without sound?I was startled by the sudden sound for the second time today, and my mind was full of doubts.

"The food is ready, Miss Louise, let's eat in the restaurant." Alfred said.

I gestured an "OK" gesture to him, and put the weird mirror on the ground back into the gift box.

I followed Alfred, and the ghost with the puppet followed me. No one could see these two things, and I pretended not to.

[Beware of the stare from Mary Shaw; she has no children, only dolls; if you see her, don't scream; otherwise she'll tear your mouth open and tear your tongue out.Watch out for the stare from Mary Shaw; she has no children, only dolls...]

"It's a little noisy." I said to myself.

Alfred left after taking me to the dining room, leaving me and the ghostly old woman in the restaurant.

The mouth of the doll in the old woman's hand kept opening and closing, and kept chanting a scary nursery rhyme of unknown meaning.

After I finished that sentence, a strange nagging voice in my ear stopped, and only the slight chewing sound and the clashing of knives, forks and plates were left in the restaurant when I was eating.

I took my last bite and put down my knife and fork.

Push away the chair and stand up.

The old woman with the puppet stood less than two meters away from me, on my way out of the restaurant.

She and I looked at each other, and all the voices in my ears seemed to be far away from me, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze at this moment.

I kept walking towards her, getting closer and closer.

I went straight through her body.

Her figure disappeared in place, the air flowed again, and the messy noises in the surrounding environment appeared in my ears again.

"I'm the best at dealing with hallucinations," I said.

I felt something staring at me behind me, the old woman with the puppet should have appeared behind me again, I didn't look back.

Others hallucinate that they are handsome men and beautiful women, or they hold money and power. How come I saw an old woman who looks like a ghost and a strange doll.

Are African chiefs not even worthy of dreams?

woohoo.

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I went upstairs with the gift box containing the mirror. When I opened the door of the room and was about to go in, my dad stopped me behind me.

"Dad? What's wrong?" I turned around.

"Damian said your mirror, uh... is doing something weird," my dad said.

I pondered: "Did he tell you that I can't see my figure in the mirror, did he treat me as a ghost?"

"No, no." Dad denied my statement: "He said you saw a ghost, and he still thought it was his hallucination."

"Maybe it's really a hallucination?" I said tentatively.

"I don't think the two possibilities are very good." Dad shrugged helplessly: "If it's a hallucination, I'll make an appointment with a psychiatrist to relieve your stress, but if it's a ghost or something, maybe we Want to contact the church for some holy water or something?"

"No matter which one it is, we must first make sure that there are no uninvited guests at home." My dad said.

"I contacted Batman, he will come to you later, and then you can take him to see that thing."

"Okay." I nodded.

"But Dad, isn't Batman busy? He just dealt with the Riddler and the magician today..." I hesitated.

"No matter how busy he is, he will come." My dad raised his eyebrows, "I'm his boss."

Got it, my dad's ability to make money.