he came from the mirror

Fang Ziming touched it for a long time, and found that his jacket was not even torn, and the expression on his face suddenly became a little strange.

"Could it be that what I saw before were all hallucinations?" He couldn't figure it out, and the burning pain in his chest had long since disappeared, so he had to give up and said, "Forget it, let's find out what this place is first." Bar."

After half an hour.

The young man squatted on the spot slumped, and slammed down on the ground with a frustrated expression.

"Damn it!" He hammered the smooth floor loudly: "What the hell is this place? Am I really still in Yangping City?"

It took him more than an hour to explore this space, because there was no light, and he didn't know how far he had moved.But judging from the results of more than an hour, he didn't touch anything other than the ground under his feet in this place—there wasn't even a wall here.

There was no light, no sound, no sign of life.The young man raised his arm and waved it twice above his head, his five fingers were vacantly spread, but he couldn't feel the trajectory of the air flow at all.

Fang Ziming was silent for a moment, then stood up suddenly, put his hands around his mouth and shouted loudly: "Hello! Is anyone here—"

"Am I already dead—"

"What the hell is this place—"

He lowered his hands in despair: "Is there anyone who can answer me..."

"I...maybe I'm really dead...?"

As if some kind of switch was triggered by these words, before Fang Ziming finished speaking, a blue light suddenly lit up from his chest, like a bright light in the dark, illuminating the space within ten meters around the young man brightly stand up.

The blue light seemed to be slightly warm, and Fang Ziming couldn't help but peeled off his shirt, but he didn't find anything strange. The light source seemed to be emanating from under his skin, or even from his chest cavity.

"...I'm just saying, something must have hit me." He lowered his head, his eyes always resting on his chest, and muttered in his mouth.

After watching this for a few seconds, Fang Ziming suddenly had an unrealistic idea in his heart.

——Could it be this blue light that hit him before, and when he was unconscious, the blue light had already entered his body unknowingly?

Fang Ziming shuddered inexplicably. He stretched out his hand to touch his chest, but he didn't feel any pain in his body.

"What's going on here?" The young man was puzzled.

The space that had been hidden in darkness since the blue light came on, finally gradually revealed its original appearance to this young man.

What he stepped on was not the floor, but a smooth mirror surface. There were no decorations in the area illuminated by the light, but above his head hung a huge number of mirrors of various shapes.The mirrors seemed to be suspended in the air without any external force. Fang Ziming raised his head and observed for a while, but he still didn't find any thin wires or hooks to fix the mirrors.

The young man lowered his head and glanced at the ground, another self was vaguely reflected under his feet, and he was looking back at him with horrified and stunned eyes.

"What are you doing? Why are there so many mirrors above your head, making it look like a haunted house?"

No one could answer him, Fang Ziming thought for a moment, then simply started to walk on the mirror.With the faint light in his chest, he started to explore this space again, and after a few ten minutes, he finally discovered something he hadn't seen before.

It was also an oval mirror standing quietly in the darkness.

Compared with the strange shapes of the mirrors above his head, it was the only one that was placed on the ground. Fang Ziming took a closer look and found that it was a floor-to-ceiling mirror with a simple shape.

The mirror was about two meters high, and the frame was made of dark golden unknown metal, with intricate and gorgeous patterns carved on it. Fang Ziming was dazzled for a moment, and could barely tell that the top engraved was the head of some ferocious beast.

The heart was beating heavily in his chest, Fang Ziming had no time to look at him, he stroked his heart, but all his attention had been completely captured by the other self in the mirror.

"He" stood in the middle of the mirror, and when Fang Ziming looked over, he gave him a strange smile.

【come in. 】

Fang Ziming couldn't help rubbing his ears.

He turned his head to look left and right, then pointed at himself, endured the violent heartbeat, and asked in a low voice, "Are you talking to me?"

【come in. 】

Fang Ziming licked his lips, and moved closer to the floor-to-ceiling mirror: "What are you? A monster that changed into my appearance? But I prefer that everything is just a dream..."

The "he" in the mirror pointed to the young man's chest, and then smiled, turning into a cloud of mist and disappearing on the other side of the mirror.

Fang Ziming looked down at the blue light on his chest, then at the mirror, and murmured, "I'm either dead, or I'm really dreaming." How could a normal person experience such a magical scene?

"Since it's not true, then why are you afraid?" He tilted his head and thought for a while, then simply stretched out his hand and pressed his palm on the smooth mirror in front of him.

Suddenly, a strong suction came out from the mirror. Although Fang Ziming was somewhat prepared, he was still staggered by the force, and fell into the rippling mirror all at once!

"Well?!"

The intense weightlessness made him dizzy for a moment, and Fang Ziming didn't know where he was being pulled for a moment, but he felt that countless pictures flashed in front of him in a mess.

——Streets, houses, mountains and rivers, sparks and lightning.He saw countless ordinary or treacherous scenes, countless majestic palaces rising from the ground, the golden-red aurora shining on the magnificent temple, and in an instant, thousands of stars pierced the night sky, and when the sky and the earth seemed to be on fire, The stars crashed down, leaving him far behind again.

Fang Ziming blinked hard, and saw that the huge dome of the temple began to crack from the central axis. It turned into thousands of pieces and flew all over the sky, and then quickly disappeared from his sight.

All the scenes were divided into two. The left half of them was intact, but the right half was like a broken mirror, crushed into pieces bit by bit, and reassembled by invisible power in the next second to form a Another unrelated landscape.

He seemed to have fallen into a strange phantom space, or a bottomless pit like a kaleidoscope.The surrounding scene was changing every second. At the end, Fang Ziming's eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of its changes. The young man wanted to raise his hand to rub his eyes, but he soon found that he couldn't even move a finger. Not to mention lifting your entire arm.

He maintained this head-to-foot posture, passing through layers of illusions, falling deeper and deeper.

Falling deeper and deeper.

Falling deeper and deeper...

The surrounding scene gradually became rarer, and the darkness, like tentacles waiting for an opportunity, wrapped around from all directions again. Fang Ziming raised his eyelids with difficulty, and he noticed that there seemed to be something shimmering in the dark abyss.

After falling down like this for a few minutes, the young man finally saw the true face of that faint light.

A familiar oval floor-to-ceiling mirror was floating in the darkness, facing him, as if feeling Fang Ziming's attention, the light on the mirror flickered slightly.

——As if it was waiting here specially to say hello to him.

Fang Ziming: "...what... what?"

Without much time to think, Fang Ziming's falling speed suddenly accelerated, and he actually hit the mirror with his head!

Immediately afterwards, he passed through the mirror and disappeared into the chaotic darkness again.

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At the same time, Fang Ziming suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying in a rented room in Yangping City.

Sunlight poured in through the cracks in the curtains, illuminating the otherwise dark bedroom.

In front of him were the familiar light-colored sheets and simple furniture. He panted violently for a while, and looked down at his left chest—there were no scars, let alone any blue light.

Fang Ziming felt as if he had just escaped from an absurd and weird dream. He supported the bed with one hand, his heart was beating violently, and he sat up on the bed after a long delay.

"Damn it, was it a nightmare? It really scared me to death."

He fumbled for the phone next to his pillow, stood up to open the bedroom door, and lowered his head to unlock the phone interface: "It's been a long time since I had such a strange dream, I..."

The young man stopped suddenly.

A floor-to-ceiling mirror nearly two meters high was placed in the center of the living room at some point.

Its mirror was facing the bedroom door, and Fang Ziming opened the door and walked out, meeting himself in the mirror.

He stretched out his hand silently, and pinched his thigh hard.

very painful.

"..." Fang Ziming withdrew his hand, his expression gradually becoming strange.

Although the young man in the mirror was very different from him in terms of clothes, hairstyle and demeanor, Fang Ziming just had an inexplicable feeling that the person looking at him through the mirror was not someone else but himself.

How similar is this to the absurd dream before?

Without waiting for him to think any further, the man in the mirror smiled and waved at him: 【Don't worry, I mean no harm. 】

Fang Ziming: "?!" Hey, can this thing still speak on its own initiative? ? ?

The man in the mirror looked at the phone he was holding in his hand: 【Have you noticed yet? 】

Fang Ziming frowned. He stopped at the same spot, looked at the mirror warily, and quickly looked around the living room: "My house has been broken into? Only the landlord and I have the room key. Could it be that the landlord aunt is playing tricks."

The man in the mirror: [Hey, have you never thought that this mirror appeared out of thin air? 】

The guy in the mirror was literally the same guy as him.Putting aside the strange sense of familiarity in his heart, Fang Ziming clicked his tongue, turned his gaze back to the person in the mirror, and said slowly: "I think it is necessary to declare that I am actually a materialist."

The man in the mirror shrugged: [What a coincidence, I used to be the same. 】

"I can't figure it out. I don't think I have anything worthy of a liar's concern. Why are you fooling me?" Fang Ziming hesitated, and took a few steps forward: "This thing...is a projection screen disguised as a floor-to-ceiling mirror? Your face is exactly the same as mine, let me think about it, this should also be a synthetic image made with some kind of software, right?"

"As for the nightmare just now." He frowned and muttered to himself, "...the only thing I can think of is hallucinogens."

The author has something to say: Fang Ziming: "Is this the latest fraudulent method?"

Fang Ziming: "The liar company is really advancing with the times. It is always at the forefront of technology. I admire it."

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