he came from the mirror

On the second day of "Tide", the windows of Fang Ziming's house began to have spider-like cracks visible to the naked eye, and a group of shadow ghosts were crowded in the corridor outside the door. Fang Ziming sat cross-legged on the floor of the living room with earplugs, full of thoughts. All that echoed was the loud "dong dong" sound made by these guys smashing doors and windows.

boom!

Hundreds of shadow ghosts ganged up and began to ram the residential buildings with their bodies.

Fang Ziming: "..."

He suddenly had a strange illusion that he was being frantically "slaughtered" by debt collection companies.

"It's no way to go on like this." The young man took a bite of the beef｜rod in his hand, chewing slowly, while worrying: "It turns out that no matter how many monsters I kill, there will be countless substitute players who will fill in the gaps. If they get caught again Go down, I'm afraid this house won't last until the end of the 'tide'."

As if in response to his words, the frame of the windows in the room started to drop the dust again.

Fang Ziming: "...No, I think it is necessary to go to [-] again." He had tried to enter [-] before, but the door had never been opened to him, and he didn't know if he needed a specific key or other props.

Right now there are at least ten shadow ghosts blocking the entrance of [-]. Fang Ziming fiddled with the door for a while, then heard a few bangs outside, and then the howling of the shadow ghosts stopped.

It's now!

Fang Ziming opened the door abruptly, and in the corridor were a bunch of strange figures who were temporarily paralyzed by the electric shock, and the lights on the ceiling were blown to pieces. The young man kicked the ghost standing in front of him to the ground, and rushed to the opposite side in a few steps in front of the door.

Fang Ziming raised his foot and kicked violently: "Drink—give me—"

The anti-theft door of [-] was immediately kicked wide open.

Fang Ziming didn't expect to succeed this time. His kick was so strong that he fell into it uncontrollably, and fell to the entrance of [-] with a slap.

When six seconds expired, the shadow ghosts in the corridor moved again.

Fang Ziming hurriedly got up from the ground: "Damn, close the door, close the door!"

[Aw——]

【Fanny...Fanny...】

Fang Ziming: "I will tell you, uncle—!"

With a bang, Fang Ziming kicked the door of [-] shut again.Later, he was afraid that the door lock would not be secure, so he turned all the shoe cabinets and clothes racks standing against the wall across the door to block the door, and then he felt a little relieved.

After finishing all this, he turned around and finally had time to look at the room [-] which had never been opened before.

The young man didn't dare to turn on the light, fearing that the shadow ghosts outside the window would be attracted to [-] again. He first carefully closed all the curtains, and then turned on the screen of his mobile phone to check the situation in the house with the faint light.

Room 30 is an old-fashioned apartment with two bedrooms and one living room. The second bedroom seems to be used as a storage room. There is no bed in it, only a pile of messy things. Fang Ziming held his mobile phone in the apartment. After walking around for two times, I basically concluded that the owner of the house should be a mature male between the ages of [-] and [-]. Most of them are single, can't cook, exercise regularly, their financial situation is not ideal, and they don't like cleaning— ——The last point is the conclusion he frowned after finding a basket full of worn and unwashed underwear and socks in the clothes basket next to the bed in the master bedroom.

"So which guy's room is [-]? It's too messy." He thought with black lines on his face.

The shadow ghosts banging on the wall outside the door stopped moving at some point. Fang Ziming went over and took a sneak peek at the cat's eye, and found that the group of idiots had gathered at the door of [-] again.

Fang Ziming: "..." Fortunately, he still remembered to lock his door when he rushed out!

He lay down on the cat's eye and looked at it for a long time, making sure that he was out of danger, and then crawled back to lie on the sofa in the living room, and fished out another pair of black socks that were obviously worn out from the crack of the sofa.

"Damn, no matter who you are, washing your socks will really exhaust you." Fang Ziming threw the socks on the floor dying, and wiped his fingers on the sofa cushion by the way: "No, all hairs Stand up, I have to find water to wash my hands."

"Bathroom, bathroom. Uh..."

The young man paused when he got up, and touched his chest strangely: "...palpitations? What's going on?" But the chest discomfort disappeared after a few seconds. Fang Ziming moved his body, but the feeling just now was gone. Strange feeling: "Strange, is it my illusion."

He hesitated for a moment, but still felt that he needed to go to the bathroom: "Forget it, anyway, I'll wash my hands first..."

Then Fang Ziming found something in the bathroom of this single apartment that was enough to make him dumbfounded.

In the dim bathroom, a half-length mirror hanging on the wall was shining slightly, reflecting a different picture.

——It was an adult male, with thick eyebrows, straight nose, and "I want to sleep" written all over his handsome face. He was standing behind this mirror, lazily lifting off his black vest , Throw dirty clothes on the toilet seat.

The breath of male hormones surged wildly in all directions as if they didn't want money.

Fang Ziming: "?!"

He watched helplessly as the man unbuckled his belt, kicked off the slacks and the underwear inside, and walked past the half-length mirror naked naked.

Fang Ziming even forgot to wash his hands, so he lay down in front of the mirror and tried to look at the other side of the mirror.

The bathroom was only that big, and the young man barely made any effort to see the other person's every move from the corner of the mirror.

He saw the handsome man turn on the shower, and the water in the shower burst from the top of his head in an instant. The water flowed down the bulging muscles of the man's back, gathered at his feet again, and then rushed into his brain. into the floor drain under the sink.

No steam came up, and the man took a cold shower.

Fang Ziming took a deep breath: "Damn..." It seems a bit handsome.

——In the real world, the ice-blue stone that was thrown into the box trembled slightly at this moment.

Fang Ziming covered his chest again, and lay down on the mirror: "Again... what's going on..."

At this moment, the mirror in front of him twisted, and the smooth mirror surface supporting the young man disappeared instantly.

Fang Ziming was caught off guard: "??? Huh?"

"Wow... wait?!"

boom!

Fang Ziming staggered and fell in, his eyes darkened and then lit up. Before he could react, he had already fallen on the water-stained floor tiles.

It was bright all around, and the water soaked the clothes under him, and the cold moisture made the young man shiver involuntarily.

He propped his elbows on the floor, raised his head dazedly, and happened to meet the handsome naked man next to him.

Fang Ziming: "..."

Tang Yu: "..."

A large living person suddenly fell into the room, which immediately made the already pitifully small bathroom even more crowded.Fang Ziming lay on the ground and couldn't find the north for a long time. The man standing under the nozzle moved a little, and the cold water sprayed Fang Ziming's head and face immediately.

The young man finally came to his senses: "...Huh? Huh?!"

The man brushed his wet hair back, Fang Ziming only looked up, and suddenly found that the man had an extra weapon in his hand - a stainless steel leather spit for toilet.

He hurriedly sat up: "Cough, wait, buddy, wait a minute! Keep someone under the stick!"

Tang Yu turned off the shower casually, took a step forward dripping with water, and stopped right next to Fang Ziming.He stepped on the young man's chest, half bent down, with some doubts in his eyes: "Where did you come from?"

Fang Ziming was lying at this angle, basically saw everything he could see and could not see. He struggled a few times without breaking free, so he had to turn his head to the other side as much as possible, and said with difficulty: "Uh... so what... otherwise , buddy, you put on a pair of pants first, and then we can talk after we finish wearing them?"

On the one hand, he thought: This guy... is a bit big... Tsk, I lost.

Of course, Tang Yu didn't know what he was thinking, but just crushed his chest with his foot, drooped his eyelids, and looked up and down at the unexpected guest: "You don't look very skilled."

He casually threw the leather stick into the corner and asked, "A thief? Did you break in?"

Fang Ziming shook his head violently: "No, I'm not a thief."

"Oh." Tang Yu: "Then, perverted voyeur?"

Fang Ziming: "...peeping... how perverted am I to peep on a big man?"

"What's wrong with men, men can't be coveted? Are you sexist?" Tang Yu looked at him, then at the dirty clothes he threw on the floor, and asked probingly: "So, didn't you really come in and steal from me?" Underpants?"

"..." Fang Ziming saw that he was still stepping on him, and couldn't bear it anymore. Finally, he reached out and grabbed his ankle, and said frantically, "Are you a pervert? Do normal people have such strange thoughts?! I didn't I'm ready to spy on you, and I don't want to steal your underwear!"

Tang Yu snorted, and seemed a little disappointed in his expression: "Oh, it's boring."

Fang Ziming: "..." So you are the pervert!

"Well, I can hardly believe that you don't want to steal my underwear." Tang Yu shook his feet, playing with taste: "Although you have been touching my feet since just now, you still can't bear to let go."

Like throwing a bomb, Fang Ziming threw out the ankle he was holding in his hand.

"It's not that you keep kicking my chest!" He argued loudly.

"Oh, so you mean to blame me?" The man moved his ankle slowly, and at the same time kicked the young man on the ground lightly: "Hey, why are you still lying here, ready to watch me take a bath?"

"I don't care about it this time, hurry up, go back where you came from." He retracted his feet and snorted: "Also, if you dare to steal my wallet and underwear when you leave, you will die. "

Fang Ziming got up, and he was sprayed with cold water all over his body. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to scold the bastard, but he couldn't say anything—after all, judging from the current situation, it was indeed him who broke into the house without permission, and it was quite natural for him to be regarded as a thief. of.

It's also fortunate that the owner of the house didn't insist on an explanation. Fang Ziming's mind is still dizzy up to now, and he doesn't know what's going on, why he suddenly fell back from the mirror world .

Tang Yu didn't know what he was thinking. The man shook his head and wiped the water from Fang Ziming's face: "Why, you don't want to leave, but you want to stay here and watch me take a shower?"

Fang Ziming took a deep breath and said patiently, "...I'm leaving now!"

The author has something to say: Tang Yu: "Are you going to steal my underwear? I have a lot here."

Fang Ziming: "..."

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