he came from the mirror

April [-], [-], at [-]:[-] pm.

Huaguo H province, outer suburbs of Yangping City, Baoyun Mountain camping area.

It was almost midnight at this time, Fang Ziming opened a can of beer, turned his head and handed it to his friend beside him: "Lao Jiang, how long has it been since you touched the camera, the assembly method seems very unfamiliar."

"Thank you." Lao Jiang took a sip and took the opportunity to vent his bitterness to him: "Our small company has recently taken on several projects, and the employees below are as busy as grandsons every day, so how can they have time to pursue these hobbies? Hobby."

Fang Ziming simply drove him aside, stepped forward himself, and helped him quickly assemble the camera by the light of the camping lamp, adjusted it a few times, and then put the camera on the tripod that had been set up.

Lao Jiang whistled, squashed the empty beer can, found a plastic bag and threw it in: "It's less than 10 minutes away, ahhh, I'm already getting excited!"

Not far behind him, there are more than a dozen backpackers who are setting up their cameras and adjusting the lens. These photographers from Yangping City are making the final preparations for shooting the Lyrid meteor shower in a few minutes.

As an amateur photographer, Fang Ziming also had some half-baked friendships with these people. This group of people kept moving their hands and chatting with each other in a low voice. After a while, someone suddenly shouted: "It's started!"

Fang Ziming raised his head along with the people, and saw several starbursts dragging their silver edges in the sky, quickly drawing an arc in the night sky like a curtain, and then disappeared in an instant.

The crowd on the top of the mountain exclaimed. Of course, they did not forget the purpose of coming here. The photographers quickly stopped talking and refocused on their own shots.

Fang Ziming was still fiddling with his camera at first, but after a while, his eyebrows gradually twitched, while moving his face away from the camera, he looked up to somewhere in the sky.

"Damn it!" Old Jiang next to him cried out: "Is it my hallucination? There seems to be something strange mixed into the meteor shower? That fireball, hey, is that a meteorite? Old Fang, have you seen it? It seems like a meteorite fell from the sky—”

Fang Ziming was so shaken that he nearly dropped the camera to the ground, and he slapped Lao Jiang on the back: "Stop screaming, I fucking saw it long ago."

This sudden change really caused a commotion among the photographers. Someone shouted excitedly. Fang Ziming subconsciously picked up the camera, adjusted the focus, and pointed the lens at the sky.

In the night sky, there is a mass of "fire" falling straight from the sky!

The thick clouds above his head were easily pierced. In Fang Ziming's mobile phone screen, the ball of fire dragged a long "tail". Several groups of smaller fireballs, like flying flames, fell rapidly in different directions.

A few seconds later, the sound waves produced by the explosion in the sky barely reached Baoyun Mountain.

boom--! ! !

Fang Ziming didn't care to pick up the camera that was at his feet, the young man's eyes widened, and a strange light gradually reflected in his pupils.

"The flame...why is it blue?" He stared at the blue light in the night sky, and murmured subconsciously.

The voice was covered by the surrounding shouts, and few people heard it. Lao Jiang grabbed Fang Ziming in the crowd: "It's not safe here, let's go!"

Before Fang Ziming had time to say anything, the ray of light had already fallen to Baoyun Mountain and crashed into the young man's chest!

Fang Ziming: "Oh! What... what..."

The whole body of the young man was shaken violently, and he was pushed to the ground by the force.He propped his right hand on the ground, and when his palm touched something cold, he turned his head and glanced down.

It was a small folding double-sided mirror. It must have been accidentally dropped by a beautiful photographer on the ground. At this time, the folding mirror had been thrown to pieces. Fang Ziming felt a sharp tingling pain immediately with his palm resting on it. The feeling came from the palm of my hand.

Probably bleeding.

His chest seemed to be repeatedly burned by a ball of fire, and the fiery pain became more and more obvious. He slowly stretched out his other hand and touched his left chest. While looking at the ground, he murmured: "Mirror ……Mirror……?"

"Old Fang! Fuck, where did the light come from...Old Fang, I can't see you so much. Where did you fall, Old Fang?"

His friend's horrified cry was still in his ears, Fang Ziming's heart beat heavily, he shook his head, and felt something hard like a stone with his left hand on his chest.

--what is this?

As soon as this idea came to his mind, before he had time to think about it, he couldn't hold it anymore, allowing his consciousness to sink into the boundless darkness.

April [-], [-]:[-] am.

The strong light shrouded Baoyun Mountain lasted for nearly 3 minutes. Lao Jiang groped around with his eyes closed, but he couldn't find anyone after fumbling for a long time. At this time, he finally opened his eyes, and he hurriedly turned on the flashlight: "Old Fang! How are you, old Fang? Hey, what the hell is going on..."

The camping area was in a mess, but the figure that Lao Jiang was familiar with was gone.

Lao Jiang picked up a camera from the ground, and after a while, he looked around in a daze: "...Old Fang?"

Until the sun rose, he didn't see his friend again.

A day later, a public security bureau in Yangping City accepted this seemingly bizarre disappearance case. After a week of search and rescue, the police determined that the young man surnamed Fang in this city fell to his death due to a slip in Baoyun Mountain, but his body is still missing. .

However, under the deliberate guidance of some people, rumors of this cliff-falling case did not spread outside Yangping City. Few people knew the whole story of the incident, and even some friends and brothers who had a decent relationship with Fang Ziming, All I know is that this young man left Yangping City suddenly. As for where he went, it is really unknown.

Eight days later, in another strange space.

The young man who had been judged dead by the police finally opened his eyes slowly.

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The floor under his feet was a little slippery, and people walking on it would stumble if he didn't pay attention. Fang Ziming shook his head, and slowly sat up.

He hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his index finger and wiped a circle on the ground after a long time.The touch under the fingertips was smooth and cold, which seemed quite different from the common ground, so the young man couldn't help but raised his fingers and tapped the ground twice.

—Tap, tap.

The sound is slightly crisp, not as dull as the floor tiles, and it also has some echoes.

There was no light here, and Fang Ziming was not sure where he was for a moment. He listened to the sounds around him, and guessed that he was probably in some place like an empty building with no people.

Anyway, it must not be on Baoyun Mountain anymore.

"I remember, I was hit by the fragments after the meteorite exploded just now." He withdrew his hand to check the ground, and touched his chest again: "It's strange, there is no wound at all."

Before he fell into a coma, he had obviously touched something like a stone on his chest.

The author has something to say: This article is updated daily, every day at [-] noon. If something happens, I will ask for leave on the homepage or Weibo.The plot is just for fun, it's all illogical ideas, friends, don't be serious! (~￣▽￣)～

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