The world wants to kill the host

Qiao Luo reversed the small blade in his sleeve with a blank expression, and pulled the girl behind him to look out of the door. It was very dark outside. She turned the light on the phone to the maximum and directly shone it. The dazzling light made Lai The man was a little uncomfortable.

The man in the white collar squinted his eyes, adjusted to the sudden light, and looked at the black-haired girl in front of him with a half-smile.

"What's the matter? Just saw me today and looked at me like this." Nie Zhuoyun smiled and said, "I'll be embarrassed, classmate."

Qiao Luo didn't speak, she looked at him as if she didn't hear the man's words, her face was a little strange, the girl next to her looked at the two of them, she didn't know what to say, so she had to hide behind the black-haired girl in fear.

Qiao Luo is full of suspicion now, everything in this world is too strange.She looked at the man until her gaze stayed on the black bone umbrella stand that reflected in the moonlight. The red umbrella was very conspicuous, and the black shadow swayed slowly on it. Qiao Luo took back the knife in his hand.

"Is there a way for you to get out of here?" The black-haired girl tilted her head and asked.

The white-collar man showed a helpless smile, and took out a mirror from his pocket. It was a very ordinary mirror, a typical iron box mirror that can be bought in the supermarket for more than ten yuan, and a corner was missing on it. One can tell at a glance that its owner doesn't cherish it very much, but it took him a lot of effort to get such a broken mirror.

Nie Zhuoyun thought about it, and felt that 1000 million was a big loss for this deal. If he knew that this school was a ghost nest, he would not come here even if he was killed. It would be a terrible trouble.

The man threw the mirror over, Qiao Luo opened the mirror suspiciously, and the girl next to him also looked over her head curiously, her complexion turned pale, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at the piano, the puppet's face was still With skin and flesh tissue and scraps, his eyes turned around at some point, looking at the three of them. The glass eyeballs were not big, but empty, and the blurred facial features were like real people.

The girl almost wanted to scream, but was suppressed in her throat by the black-haired girl's sweet smile like a dying lamb. Her eyes were full of frightened tears, and she tightly pulled on Qiao Luo's school uniform, as if grabbing the last straw .

"Don't look at it if you're afraid, little girl." Nie Zhuoyun smiled and looked at the girl with weak legs, but his eyes became serious.

Qiao Luo looked in the mirror, where was he in the mirror?

There are no girls next to me, no this room, but a wide playground, the sky is also dark, and there is a faint light in the teaching building.Everyone was there, wearing school uniforms, the principal, director, chef, administrator, and she saw Anxi, Li Jing, and Zhang Meng next to her.

It was as clear as what I saw, everyone had happy smiles on their faces, there was a shallow red thread bleeding between Anxi's neck and face, Li Jing's body had weird curves, Zhang Meng only had Everyone is very happy.

Then she saw herself, her face was full of horror, she turned her head slowly, looked at her stiffly, showing a crying face.

Qiao Luo looked at the teaching building and tried hard to see clearly with her poor eyesight. She squinted her eyes and saw a ray of light from the teaching building in the distance, as well as a figure, abruptly. She looked into her hand. mobile phone, looking at Nie Zhuoyun, who was smiling but not smiling.

She turned off the phone, and the picture in the picture seemed to become darker. Qiao Luo came to the corridor and looked at the teaching building and playground below with a blank expression. There was no sound of footsteps in the stairwell.

"Mirror world?" Qiao Luo asked suddenly.

Nie Zhuoyun raised his eyebrows, and replied: "No, they are different. I think you should call it an exclusive name - [Alien Space]."

"They should not be in the space area where we are, and there should not be two spaces in one positioning area." Qiao Luo said looking at the empty playground below.

"But obviously," the man touched the smooth umbrella handle: "They're fused, aren't they?"

The girl followed behind, looking at them for no reason. A strange voice sounded from behind. Nie Zhuoyun turned his head and looked at the black ghost with a cold expression.

It was a little boy.

"Brother and sister, have you found my ball?" The little boy raised his slender neck, stretched out his pale hand towards the girl, and in his other hand held a red and black ball. There was a crisp sound on the ground.

But who hasn't heard of this ghost story? She looked at the blood-dried neck, and her back was wet.

The girl clenched her teeth tightly and made a few gasps.

"Did you see my ball?"

Qiao Luo didn't look at the boy, and asked the man directly: "When can I go out?"

"The time in the outside world is similar to this." Nie Zhuoyun spread his hands, expressing that he had no choice: "The only choice now is to wait till dawn."

"Where's my ball?"

"Did you see my ball?"

The little boy chattered endlessly, he turned to Qiao Luo, his black hair was glued together with the plasma on his head.

"My ball, I want my ball, help me find my ball!"

Qiao Luo didn't even look at him, but instead looked at the girl: "Honey, have you read a ghost story?"

The girl covered her mouth and nodded, but she kept looking at the little boy out of the corner of her eyes. To be honest, the black-haired girl liked this girl quite a lot.

"Then don't talk, dear." Qiao Luo made a gesture: "Don't say a word until dawn."

The girl nodded abruptly, and simply closed her eyes tightly. Nie Zhuoyun glanced at the boy's chattering words.

The little boy angrily pulled his hand towards Qiao Luo. Qiao Luo looked away from the phone and looked at the little boy who was pulling her clothes.

"My ball!"

Qiao Luo showed a weird and sweet smile, like a ghost climbing up from hell, but whispered and delicately: "Hey, if you say another word, I will kill you."