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There was nothing behind them.
But this did little to ease the fear ity's heart, for he followed Jiang g's gaze and saw a shadoear on the wall.
He wasn't sure how to describe the shadow.
In any case, it was very tall, extremely tall.
It looked as if it was being pulled up by some force, hanging in mid-air.
The shadow swayed slightly.
"Creak—"
His pupils suddenly stricted as the Fatty realized what the shadow was—it erson who had hahemselves!
But there was nothing around the shadow.
It was Yao.
Yao had left the dance from ten years ago and had e to the current room.
Through a mirror.
What was even scarier was that he couldn't see her with his naked eyes.
"Creak—"
The shadow swayed again, and strangely, it seemed to have gotten closer to them.
In such extreme ditions, the Fatty couldn't be sure if it was his illusion or if it was indeed happening.
In any case, Yao's appearance had directly propelled the already murky plot into a climax.
"Creak—"
"Creak—"
The frequency of the shadow's swaying increased, and the Fatty was drenched in cold sweat, uo even blink.
He could firm that the shadow was indeed approag them in an inprehensible manner, and the e was undoubtedly that they would be killed.
Just like the person in the mirror.
Thinking of this, the Fatty subsciously g the mirror behind him, and a terrifying se unfolded.
The people who had already died in the mirror uedly turned around without him notig, and they approached the mirror, their lifeless eyes staring at him.
Resentful, twisted, insane—
As if they could reach out and pull him in at any moment.
The Fatty was shtehat his eyes bulged out of their sockets, almost popping out, but Jiang g covered his mouth, allowing only helpless whimpering sounds to escape.
Jiang g clearly also noticed the abnormality behind them; his gaze stantly sed the surroundings.
Acc to other pyers' ats and his own uanding of nightmares, there would never be a certaih situation in nightmares—there would always be a way out.
Yet as time passed, the hope of survival became increasingly bleak.
Where was the way out?
The shadow was now less than three meters away from them, and its speed was increasing, the sound of "creaking" alternating like a death knell.
At most half a minute—
No! At most twenty seds, and the shadow could reach out and touch them.
The Fatty couldn't hold bay longer; his survival instincts overwhelmed everything.
He frantically signaled Jiang g with his eyes.
The shadow was moving in the opposite dire of the door; as long as they were fast enough, they could burst out.
But Jiang g remained unmoved; it seemed he didn't care at all about what others thought. He was aremely self-tered person, and this could get him killed, or at least, that's what the Fatty thought.
As Jiang g's gaze swept over one dire, it suddenly stopped.
There was a rge wooden box.
But at this moment, the lid that should have been closed was turned outward, and inside, Zhen Jianren was o be found.
A thick trail of blood was left on the ground, starting from the box aending to the front of the mirror.
It was as if Zhen Jianren had been dragged into the mirror by something.
A glint passed through Jiang g's eyes.
"Creak—"
The tangible sound of fri echoed again, ing very close. The Fatty broke free from Jiang g's grip and grabbed his wrist, intending to use his own strength t Jiang g away.
But to his surprise, he couldn't move Jiang g at all; Jiang g's body felt like it was rooted to the ground.
On the trary,
The immense force he felt on his hand ulling him back, and he fell directly onto the mirror.
He didn’t hear the sound of the mirror shattering, nor did any ghostly figure e to snap his jaw; in a daze, he opened his eyes and found himself back outside the room.
Beh him atch of sandy ground.
He pushed himself up, scrambling to his feet.
"Hmm?"
After getting up, the Fatty froze for a moment and slowly looked down at his palms, which were covered in sand and thick blood.
He stared in horror at the sandy ground, disc that a mangled corpse y o him.
His first rea was that the doctor had beely attacked by a ghost while trying to save him.
Just as he was about to crouch down and see if he could rescue the body, Jiang g's voice came from behind, "It's Zhen Jianren."
"Doctor!" The Fatty excimed in delight.
At that moment, even he, no matter how foolish, uood that the doctor's choice was the right ohe mirror looked terrifying, but it was actually the only way out.
If they had chosen to break through the door, both of them would probably have lost their jaws by now.
Having figured this out, the Fatty stared at Zhen Jianren lying on the ground, his eyes momentarily vat, and asked, "Doctor, how did he end up dead here?"
Jiang g was silent for a while. "He crawled out by himself."
The Fatty widened his eyes in disbelief. "He could still crawl out in this state?"
"It’s precisely because he’s like this," Jiang g said calmly, "that he was able to escape."
Gradually, the Fatty seemed to uand something. "Doctor," he said with a strange expression, "you mean because he lost his eyes and couldn't see those ses, he was able to choose the right path and ultimately escape?"
"Yes," Jiang g turned around, looking at the room they had just escaped from.
Following his gaze, the Fatty was surprised to find that the door was wide open, not closed at all, and there were no traces of the dark red curtains being pulled ba the room.
His massive body began to tremble, and the Fatty swallowed hard, finally speaking, "So… what we saw before… were all illusions?"
A clear trail of blood spread out in front of the door, left by Zhen Jianren's crawling, looking grotesque.
The Fatty realized te that Luo Yi was a ghost, and that Zhen Jianren had somehow e along with Luo Yi to the perilous maery ter and had not died, whieeded to be deeply iigated.
It now seemed that the ghost’s method of killing involved using mirrors to create illusions, ultimately killing those trapped in those illusions.
He recalled carefully that there was a dusty mirror in the dormitory where the gsam girl died, Long Tao died in front of a mirror in the men's restroom, and there was also a square mirror hanging on the wall in the file room where Luo Yi died.
So it was.
The mirror was the biggest taboo in this mission.
"Doctor," the Fatty said with a paione, "does that mean in order to survive, we also have to… have to…" He gnced fearfully at Zhen Jianren lying on the ground.
"You dig out your eyes if you want," Jiang g replied, "but I won’t."
A few seds ter, he added, "My eyes are beautiful; many ers e just for my eyes. They say my eyes shine like their dream man, and they want to have children with me…"
"Doctor!" The Fatty, having narrowly escaped death, felt his head buzzing and wished he could sew Jiang g's mouth shut. "Zhen Jianren is still here; you at least respect him a bit?"
(End of the Chapter)
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