he came from the mirror

On May [-], [-], at [-]:[-] in the morning, the world in the mirror.

Fang Ziming lay motionless on the bed, staring at the ceiling, as if he wanted to see a hole in the roof of his house before giving up.

Three days have passed since he woke up in this mirror world. Fang Ziming used these three days to go around all the most famous bustling business districts in Yangping City that he could think of.Wherever he went, not only did he meet no one, but even the wild cats and dogs who usually liked to wander around the corners of the streets seemed to be all hidden at this time, not even a hair on their tails let him go. see.

This situation made Fang Ziming feel that he had fallen into a false empty city.

"Well, since it has already happened, I can only think of two reasons that can explain it in the face of the current situation." He thought blankly: "First, I have a mental illness. Two, the world is sick."

There is his laptop on the bedside table. It starts up normally and can connect to the Internet to browse websites smoothly, but all social channels are unavailable. This also cuts off Fang Ziming’s ability to contact family and friends through QQ or WeChat, or A self-rescue method for leaving a message in the Weibo comment area to call the police.

It's clear that this strange world is preventing him from connecting with other people.

Raising his hand and rubbing his temples twice, the young man suddenly rolled over from the bed, and without his shoes on, he just left the bedroom with bare feet.

The curtains in the living room were only half opened, and the floor-to-ceiling mirror he had used to talk to the person in the mirror was moved to the corner by him, and the mirror reflected half of the living room.The person who looks exactly like Fang Ziming has not appeared since the first day. Now it seems to be an ordinary floor-to-ceiling mirror, which is no different from the 200 yuan popular model sold on Taobao.

I'm sure I'm not sick, it's just something wrong with the world... I guess.Fang Ziming stared at the mirror, thinking with his eyes open.

Three days is enough for him to think about certain things, such as the strange corridor on the third floor, the Arabic numerals on the door panel, the city without people, and the floor-to-ceiling mirror that suddenly appeared in the living room.

And before he came to the mirror world, that grotesque dream.

Wait, maybe that wasn't a "dream", maybe it was a real experience.

Fang Ziming recalled the dream carefully, but then gave up immediately—for some reason, the harder he recalled, the thinner his memory of the dream became. In the end, the young man even began to doubt whether he had really had such a strange dream. ?

After realizing such thoughts, Fang Ziming immediately stopped thinking about it. He realized that something was wrong, so he had to temporarily put aside all explorations about the "dream".

"What's going on, I'm losing those memories?" He pressed his temple, thinking hard: "Is there something wrong with that memory? Or is it an area that is not allowed to think in this world? Uh... no, I can't think about this anymore..."

Picking up the notebook spread out on the coffee table, Fang Ziming endured bouts of headaches, and picked up a pen to quickly record his conjectures about the "dream".He has already written more than a dozen pages in that book, all of which are speculations and analyzes of this weird world. It also records a few points for attention mentioned by the person in the mirror, as well as what he has done to this world in the past three days. All kinds of temptations.

First of all, in this weird space, it seems that he is the only living body that can move freely.

Secondly, the food and water in the mirror world can be eaten, and the things eaten will not be recovered, but the waste thrown into the trash can will disappear the next day. As for where the disappeared items go, it is not known yet.

Third, there is no interruption of circuit and network connections.At night, the outdoor street lights are still on on time, and the indoor power supply is also stable. He can use all the electronic devices at hand, but all social and communication software are completely unusable.In short, there is no way to get in touch with anyone.

Fourth, it is also the most painful point at present.Through these few days of exploration, Fang Ziming gradually discovered that he can observe real-time images of the real world through mirrors or reflective metal surfaces.If someone happens to be standing in front of the same mirror as him in the real world at this moment, then Fang Ziming can observe all the actions of this person through the mirror, but this man can only see his own influence from the mirror, Can't find that there is another Fang Ziming behind the mirror.

This discovery once made Fang Ziming very frustrated - if the person opposite could see him, maybe he would be able to find a way to leave the mirror world.

Fang Ziming picked up a pen and drew a five-pointed star next to the fourth point, and drew a question mark, thinking that he could continue to explore this aspect in the future.

After that...

He paused and wrote two words in the notebook.

tidal.

If the existence of the mirror world is not a joke, then the most important thing he should solve now is the "tide" phenomenon that may come in ten days.

"Shadow ghosts, wormholes, Fanny's stones, and folding double-sided mirrors." These are the messages that the man in the mirror revealed to him. Fang Ziming frowned while writing and said to himself: "I have constructed more than twenty The materialist world view of the year collapsed in three days, what's the matter..."

"However, speaking of it, is it really me from the future that appeared that day?" He stopped writing and recalled the person in the mirror three days ago: "It does look very similar, but...why do I always feel that it is strange?" weird?"

This is weird, mainly due to the difference in temperament between the two.

Compared to Fang Ziming, the person in the mirror is a little bit more ruffian than him. "He" speaks clearly, is used to leading the topic, and reveals a strong confidence in every gesture, but relatively, this makes " He's also looking a little more flattened.

After thinking for a long time, Fang Ziming came to a conclusion: "I seem to be doing well in the mirror."

After summing up most of the "memorandum", Fang Ziming looked at the time, and it was almost noon.

"Then, today's task is to find a car that can be driven, and go out of the city to see the situation in the city. By the way, I have to see if I can collect any usable weapons." He closed the notebook and carried the black backpack on the sofa On the shoulders, before leaving, he turned into the kitchen and looked at the stock in the refrigerator: "I don't know if fresh food will rot in the mirror world. If it does, it will be troublesome." The longer you stay here , the fresh ingredients he can eat will become less and less.

With countless urgent tasks on his mind, Fang Ziming sighed, took out a bag of soft bread and mineral water from the refrigerator and stuffed them into his backpack, then turned and left room [-].

six days later.

Fang Ziming closed the book, and put the third "memorandum" recording the world in the mirror back into the drawer under the desk.

In the past six days, he drove all over Yangping City and several surrounding cities and villages. If it wasn't for the "tide", Fang Ziming even thought of going to the capital to see the situation.

Now is the ninth day since he entered this world, and in three hours, the legendary "tide" will come.

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On May [-]th, at [-]:[-] in the evening, the world in the mirror.

The whereabouts of the double-sided mirror is still a mystery. Fang Ziming searched all the things in the house and found a small mirror, but unfortunately, it was not the side that the person in the mirror showed him.

Seeing that it was almost time, he locked the doors and windows, turned off the lights, and then stood sideways by the living room window, carefully watching the situation outside.

The downstairs of his house is next to a snack street, which is usually lively with people coming and going. When looking down from the window on the third floor, you can almost see most of the street.At this time, a row of dim street lamps were lit on the street, and some of the shops on both sides of the street were still open, but of course there was no one inside.The surroundings were terribly quiet, and it seemed that there was no difference from the nine nights he had experienced before.

Fang Ziming's gaze flicked over the signboard of a convenience store, and he searched further away without stopping.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the phone in his pocket started to vibrate, Fang Ziming was refreshed, and turned off the alarm clock.

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A strange black figure finally turned around from the corner of the street and stopped on the road in front of the convenience store.

When passing by a certain store, the neon lights next to the store door hit "him", Fang Ziming shivered slightly when he saw the black figure with sharp eyes.

"He" looks about two meters tall, with thin and long hands, feet and body. At first glance, he looks like a moving telegraph pole.The outline of the black shadow is closer to that of a man, but no matter how hard Fang Ziming blinks, he still cannot see the other person's appearance and specific clothes clearly - "he" seems to be formed from a cloud of black mist. In fact, Fang Ziming Ziming can't even tell the difference between the front and back of this guy!

But judging by the appearance of that person being neither human nor ghost, it should be the shadow ghost.

The young man hiding behind the window subconsciously raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose. He carefully controlled the sound of his breathing, watching the tall and thin shadow ghost "float" past his house downstairs and finally disappeared in the the other end of the road.

Ten minutes later, a large group of shadows rushed past, shoving and howling.

About another hour and a half later, the snack street was crowded and crowded, as if it had become a sea of ​​ghosts and ghosts.

Fang Ziming: "..."

Well, the name "Tide" is really right, it's too fucking vivid.

Since then, Fang Ziming didn't dare to act rashly.Until there was a layer of white light on the sky, and when the sun rose higher and higher from the horizon, there were already so many shadow ghosts patrolling outside that they were about to crowd the entire neighborhood.

The young man hiding in the safe house watched silently for a while, lowered his head and wrote a line in his notebook: The ability to move during the day is significantly slower than at night. Shadow ghosts may belong to nocturnal species and may be afraid of light, ultraviolet rays or other things .

He rubbed his temples wearily, then turned away from the window and walked to the entrance, looking at the situation outside the door through the peephole on the anti-theft door.

The hallway was empty, nothing.

Fang Ziming breathed a sigh of relief: Fortunately, those shadow ghosts haven't invaded here yet.

The author has something to say: a day ago

Fang Ziming: "Hahahaha you little liar!"

a day later

Fang Ziming: "What the hell? It's true?"

Fang Ziming: Darling, can we do it again_(:з"∠)_

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