infinite danger

Chapter 197 I'm in the mirror!

"I will try to pick you up as soon as possible."

Ji Siwei typed this line in the typing box, thought for a while, and added a "^_^" at the end in order to be close to the ghost boy's style of painting.

Click Send.

After sending, Ji Siwei stared at the line and couldn't help laughing, the tails of his eyes were lazily bent down, his eyes were bright, as if half filled with light.

When he smiled, the little puppet also laughed, and there was a little naivety in his dark eyes.

Seeing it staring at the screen, Ji Siwei's heart moved, and after turning down the brightness of the screen, he asked, "Little puppet, can you read or not?"

The little puppet nodded, and said bluntly: "I know, the master taught me."

After hearing the answer, Ji Siwei was stunned instead.

He had taught the little puppet to read and write before, but he didn't have the slightest impression.

"Little puppet, do you want me to remember the past?"

Ji Siwei's personality was restrained and he didn't show his emotions. This was the first time he asked the little puppet about the past.

The little puppet tilted its head to think, a little dazed. After a while, it clenched its fist and stretched it out in front of Ji Siwei.

The small fist in front of him exposed the tiny screws inside, and even the tiniest fingertips were polished and smooth.

Ji Siwei clenched his fist and touched it lightly.

At this moment, Ji Siwei felt his slow beating heart suddenly quicken, and the broken memory images flooded into his mind in no particular order. These memory fragments flashed so fast that he only had time to grab one or two—he sat down In the study room full of books, writing big characters on rice paper, the little puppet approached curiously and sprinkled it with ink.

In a trance, he seemed to smell the ink at that time.

The room was silent, the little puppet blinked its eyelashes slightly, and said only: "The little puppet wants to make the master happy."

The implication is that it doesn't matter whether he can remember or not, his mood is the most important.

Ji Siwei's heart seemed to be warming up with a pot of wine, gradually warming up.He looked at the copper coins on his wrist and said softly, "Just wait a little longer, I will remember soon."

Won't keep you waiting long.

The little puppet nodded happily: "Good!"

In this warm atmosphere, Ji Siwei felt the back of his head whizzing again.

A strange smell went straight into his nostrils.

He pinched his nose and turned his head to look, a pair of old leather boots stained with blood and mud were floating beside him.

Further up, there are ragged clothes, and the body underneath is mottled and purple, with many scars, and there is no good place.

With wet and cold hair sticking to his pale face, he was nodding his head and closing his eyes, staring at Ji Siwei's phone screen.

Next to it, there are still many ghosts wearing white prison uniforms, half-soaked, or tied with hemp ropes. It is impossible to estimate the number at a glance.

Before he knew it, Ji Siwei was surrounded by ghosts.

"Ding--"

The text message alert sounded, and several ghosts who got close trembled, shook off a few drops of sewage, and poked their heads out curiously, peeping at his screen.

These ghosts are kind of gossip.

It is estimated that it is very stuffy in this closed room, and it is hard to see a living person, fresh.

"Still watching?" Ji Siwei raised his eyebrows.

This living person looks kind, but he is not easy to provoke.

The ghosts were tortured miserably during their lifetime, and after death they are as courageous as a pinhead, full of resentment, and dare not harm others.Frightened in his heart, he quietly retreated into the dark.

Ji Siwei lowered his eyes and saw the ghost boy's reply: "We will wait for you."

Turning on the backlight on the back of the hand and looking around, I saw that the empty water tanks were filled with water, and a ghost squatted in each tank, only showing a pair of sad red eyes.

There are several ghosts hanging from the ropes hanging from the beams, with their long tongues hanging out.

There are so many ghosts stuffed into the palm-sized space, it was already crowded, but in order to stay away from Ji Siwei, they stood obediently next to each other, the picture was actually a bit sad.

They didn't do anything to Ji Siwei except gossip, and he let it go.

Stayed peacefully until late at night, and it was only a quarter to midnight, Ji Siwei reckoned it was time to act.

"Little puppet, let's go." Ji Siwei put away his mobile phone and blood mist ball, and made a smirk: "Let's go play something exciting."

"What is emotional?" The puppet's vocabulary is limited.

Ji Siwei: "Break into the castle at night, is it exciting?"

The little puppet nodded: "Exciting."

"If we're lucky, we'll be back with Yao in a while."

Ji Siwei pushed open the heavy iron door, and the chains collided with a crisp sound. As soon as he stepped out of the abandoned hut, the door creaked and closed automatically, and even locked itself.

Ji Siwei laughed inwardly: "It seems that they are not reluctant to part with us at all."

If there is a ranking list of ghosts, this small group of ghosts will definitely be ranked first, and they deserve it.

It was late at night, and there was no moon and no stars in the sky.

There are a few green lights floating in the castle, swaying in the wind like will-o'-the-wisps.

Along the way, Ji Siwei only saw two people patrolling with oil lamps, so he avoided them easily. He sneaked into the castle smoothly, groped in the dark, and went up to the second floor quietly.

He counted the doors and found the corresponding room.

In principle, after midnight, the mirror in this room would be associated with the room he lived in.

He stopped in front of the door and looked at the opposite wall.

There is a framed picture hanging on it, about four open, the light is dim, but the rough lines are too harsh, and the night can't hide its wildness-it is a crayon drawing of a little boy, this room was chosen .

Ji Siwei grabbed the doorknob.

Opening this door will verify his guess.

Assuming that time really reversed back to a day ago, there should be a ghost in this room now.

The ghost in the hospital suit that he scared away.

Tall and thin, Ji Siwei remembered its face.

If it is in the room, the paradox conjecture holds.

If it wasn't there, Ji Siwei would be able to see the cute eight-tailed cat through the mirror.

"Hope it's not there."

Ji Siwei took a deep breath, and turned down, the doorknob didn't move, as if it was locked.

After a few minutes of delay, the door still hadn't been opened. Just as Ji Siwei was about to violently tear down the door, there was a solemn ringing of the bell outside the castle.

With a soft "click", the locked door suddenly opened, and a trace of chill escaped from the crack of the door, and went straight into the bone crack.

Ji Siwei didn't care too much, so he opened the door and entered.

The thin and tall ghost in hospital clothes stood slightly hunched in front of the mirror, with one hand stretched out of the mirror, and shifted his gaze to him when he heard the voice.

Seeing that face, Ji Siwei was horrified and his mind was running wildly.

So far, the paradox hypothesis is established, and he is really caught in an endless loop.

"Let it go, N number of me may appear in the mirror world, and what's worse is that I may disappear, and the situation will get out of control... What should I do?"

Countless thoughts flashed through Ji Siwei's mind, time was too tight, he gritted his teeth and chose the most risky one.

He thought: "Change the past! Keep me and the puppet from entering the mirror world!"

The black knife fell into his hand, and he walked towards the ghost in the hospital clothes, the sound of his footsteps being sucked away by the thick carpet.

The ghost in the hospital clothes stared at him with a pair of dead fish eyes, and then turned to look out of the mirror.

Ji Siwei vaguely heard a hazy voice outside the mirror: "You still have time to go back now."

The ghost in the hospital clothes was panicked and wronged, before Ji Siwei approached, it rushed out of the mirror like a warrior going to death without looking back.

Ji Siwei was taken aback, it turned out that the ghost in the hospital clothes was scared away by himself in the mirror.

No wonder the ghost in the hospital clothes didn't hide in the mirror that day, but rushed to the door in one breath.

Ji Siwei didn't dare to delay, and ran to the mirror with the knife in hand.

Outside the mirror was the room he was familiar with, and he saw his back, walking towards the door.

"Ji Siwei! Come back! I'm in the mirror!"

In desperation, Ji Siwei pressed his hands on the mirror and shouted loudly.

The feeling of yelling his own name was very strange, but he didn't care about being awkward, because the "he" outside the mirror couldn't hear his yelling at all.

The next moment, he saw his own face in the mirror, and the connection between the mirror and the outside was severed.

Ji Siwei's face sank like water, but he didn't vent his anger on anything. He regained his composure as quickly as possible.

A timeline passed in his mind, and he thought that after the ghost in the hospital suit ran to the world outside the mirror, he possessed the man in the black hat, and was torn apart and swallowed by the eight-tailed cat the next day.

This meant that besides him, the man in the black hat was also chosen by the ghost tonight.

There might be a turnaround.

"Master, what should I do now?"

The little puppet was a little worried about him. This series of events seemed to be too exciting, and the master looked unhappy.

"Go upstairs."

Ji Siwei rushed up to the third floor with the puppet, and rushed directly to the room corresponding to the man in the black hat, and saw crayon drawings on the wall as expected.

The "patients" in the other rooms didn't seem to exist, and there was no movement from the beginning to the end. Ji Siwei vaguely felt that the atmosphere of the castle was not right, but he didn't have time to delve into it now.

When the door was opened, a tall ghost was wrapping his hands around the neck of the man in the black hat, and rudely dragged the man's soul into the mirror.

Outside the mirror, the ghost in the hospital suit that just ran away suppressed the black hat man's arm, preventing him from resisting.

This scene is so unimaginable that it can be included in Ji Siwei's "Top Ten Weird Scenes of the Year".

Ji Siwei didn't have time to rank it, so he rushed over immediately.

The reaction speed of the tall ghost was not limited. He stepped on the wall in a hurry, accelerated the soul of the man in the black hat, and dragged it in.

Because of the excessive force, the black hat of the man in the black hat fell to the ground, revealing the smooth and round back of his head. Looking at the few solitary seedlings dangling on his head, Ji Siwei didn't find it funny anymore.

Outside the mirror, the ghost in the hospital clothes smiled at him, and got into the body of the man in the black hat.

The principle of the castle in the mirror is one for one, and ghosts in sick clothes can reasonably stay outside.

The man in the black hat lying on the carpet groped for the hat and put it on tremblingly. When he saw Ji Siwei, he was shocked: "Why are you here? Are you really an NPC?"

Ji Siwei has no time to talk to him now.

At this time, the little crayon boy should doodle in the world outside the mirror.

After finishing his "work", Crayon Boy will return to his room on the second floor.

Ji Siwei was racing against time to block people.

"Little puppet, let's go."

Ji Siwei ran with wind blowing under his feet.

"Where are you going?"

The man in the black hat panicked and wanted to chase after him.

The tall ghost grabbed his neck with one hand, picked him up, and threw him to the ground.

The man in the black hat was thrown into a daze, his bones seemed to be torn apart, he turned his head to look for Ji Siwei, but only saw a closed door.