infinite danger

Chapter 182 Crayon Drawing

After Ji Siwei covered the quilt and was about to turn off the lights, he found a large full-length mirror placed directly opposite the bed.

The bronze mirror is surrounded by a circle of gorgeous golden carvings, reflecting the cold light and almost blending with the light golden wallpaper.

It stands to reason that when arranging furniture, try to avoid letting the mirror face the bed. The mirror is yin, so it is easy to attract ghosts.

In the dungeon, it is better to be more cautious.

Ji Siwei picked up a thin blanket and walked to the mirror.

This full-length mirror is for grown-ups. He doesn’t need to look to know that he can’t reach the top of the mirror. He resignedly brings a chair, takes off his fur shoes and steps on it, shakes off the blanket, and covers the mirror from top to bottom. .

Jumping off the chair, Ji Siwei was about to move the chair back to its original place, but saw the eight-tailed cat sitting on the bed and looking at him motionless.

Seeing him looking over, the eight-tailed cat narrowed its eyes: "Huya, so you have to move the chair to..."

"Quiet." Ji Siwei's ears turned red, and without moving the chair, he picked up the eight-tailed cat and covered him with the quilt: "Sleep!"

The eight-tailed cat stretched out its fluffy head: "Huya, don't hug me with one hand like this, I'm afraid you'll break a bone."

Ji Siwei: "...my strength hasn't diminished!"

The eight-tailed cat looked at Ji Siwei from the beginning to the end with complicated eyes, and said lightly: "Except for your strength, everything has become smaller."

"Will you always be like this?" Eight-tailed cat's voice revealed a trace of longing.

This short sentence was the scariest story Ji Siwei had ever heard in his life. He trembled all over and said with certainty: "No, there is absolutely no such possibility."

The little puppet landed next to the eight-tailed cat, with innocent eyes open: "Master, what does Zhengtai mean?"

Ji Siwei: "..." Life is not easy, Huya sighed.

Turning off the desk lamp, Ji Siwei got into bed, closed his tired eyes, and pretended not to hear the question.

The puppet sat on the pillow, dangling its short legs, and asked curiously, "Master, what does Zhengtai mean?"

Ji Siwei helped the forehead, like a parent who doesn't know how to answer the child's questions.

He opened his eyes and opened his mouth to talk nonsense: "Zhengtai is the sun at noon, big and round."

The little puppet blinked: "Then why do those women say that the master is the sun at noon?"

Ji Siwei wanted to end the topic quickly and scare the puppet: "Go to sleep, children will not grow tall if they don't sleep."

The little puppet suddenly realized, and tucked the quilt for him: "I understand, the master is a child now, and he needs to sleep more to grow taller."

Ji Siwei felt his heart was stabbed with arrows and was bleeding slowly.

That night, Ji Siwei had a nightmare. He dreamed that what the eight-tailed cat said had come true. He had really maintained his current appearance and had no way to grow up.Back home, my aunt touched his head and said softly, "Siwei, go to primary school..."

"You go to elementary school..." This sentence kept circulating in my mind like a mantra, getting louder and louder.

"Ah!" Ji Siwei opened his eyes abruptly, feeling his chest was stuffy, heavy, and he couldn't breathe.

When he calmed down, he realized that it was the eight-tailed cat that was pressing on his chest. This little guy ran here to sleep at some point.

No wonder he has nightmares.

The little puppet heard the movement and floated in front of Ji Siwei: "Master, there are people outside."

Ji Siwei looked at the door, and sure enough, he heard dull and vague footsteps from outside the corridor, as if someone was jumping on the carpet.

"Hee hee... one, one, one, only one..."

It was a weird child's voice I had heard before.

a what?

I have been emphasizing what the word "one" means.

The footsteps disappeared, and the children outside the corridor seemed to have stopped, and then, Ji Siwei heard an uninterrupted "rustling" sound.

It sounds like the sound of rubbing a pen vigorously somewhere.

"Cough...cough..."

There was a coughing sound from somewhere in the room.

The eight-tailed cat opened its green eyes, stretched itself, and jumped onto the pillow next to it: "It's so lively at night, it's really hard for you to sleep well."

Ji Siwei sat up, his eyes were dazzled by the light refracted by the mirror, and he narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

Mirror?

Ji Siwei frowned.

The blanket covering the full-length mirror fell to the ground at some point, and the curtains were half-opened, and the white moonlight shone on the ground, pulling out two parallelogram-shaped light and shadows.

The light refracted by the mirror just fell on the bed, and the silk quilt was shining brightly.

There is also a person sitting on the bed in the mirror, but it looks like an adult.

Ji Siwei noticed that there was a difference between the scene in the mirror and the room, but he couldn't see clearly because of the limited moonlight.

After turning on the desk lamp, Ji Siwei looked into the mirror again.

A warm yellow desk lamp was also lit in the mirror.

The structure of the space in the mirror is the same as in this room, and the furniture is placed in the same position.

But the styles and colors of these furniture are completely different.

The curtains are simple blue and white, without such complicated patterns and lace, the quilt cover is pure white, and there are some medical equipment beside it, which looks like a less formal ward.

Sitting on the bed was a young man in a blue and white striped hospital gown, with a haggard face and two deep-set eyes staring at Ji Siwei resentfully.

"Ahem..." The young man in the hospital clothes coughed a few times, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked forward slowly, his thin body dangling in the large hospital clothes, as if he would fall to the ground at any time.

From Ji Siwei's point of view, the young man in sick clothes is walking towards him.

The young man in sick clothes stopped in front of the mirror and stretched his hands forward.

His palm was pressed against the mirror and he couldn't move any further.

"Bang! Bang, bang!" The young man slapped the mirror hard, and Ji Siwei could also hear the violent sound.

The mirror surface seems to be solid and not damaged at all.

The eyes of the young man in sick clothes became more and more sad, and he began to hold the mirror and hit the mirror frantically with his head.

The mirror remained motionless, but the windows in the room vibrated frequently.

Ji Siwei even felt that the soft mattress was trembling slightly.

In the middle of the night, a strange man appeared in the mirror and bumped his head against the mirror like a madman. Looking at the magnified and distorted face, Ji Siwei felt calm inside without any panic.

The young man in hospital clothes in the mirror was tired and stopped temporarily.

There was only the sound of the young man's heavy panting in the room. His forehead was bruised, and a small opening was cut. A few drops of scarlet blood leaked out and printed on the mirror.

Ji Siwei walked up to the bronze mirror, picked up the blanket on the ground, and observed it closely.

Only then did he realize that there was a faint yin energy emanating from the mirror, which was hard to spot without looking carefully.

The young man in hospital clothes in the mirror knelt on one knee, looked at Ji Siwei, stretched out his hand towards him, raised the corners of his lips, and said in a hoarse and bewitching voice, "Come in...come in and come with me..."

Ji Siwei turned a deaf ear, he was thinking about some problems.

Will this mirror become a medium connecting another space after midnight?Is it just this mirror, or all the mirrors in the castle?

What kind of "person" is this young man in sick clothes?

No matter what, Ji Siwei knew in his heart that he must not touch the mirror now.

Feeling sleepy, Ji Siwei yawned, put the blanket on the chair, rubbed his eyes, and walked towards the warm and soft bed.

The young man in hospital clothes in the mirror stared wide-eyed, looking at Ji Siwei's small and calm figure in disbelief.

"This kid is not afraid of me?! He ignores me?!"

The young man in sick clothes slapped the mirror fiercely, trying to attract Ji Siwei's attention again.

Ji Siwei climbed onto the bed, covered the quilt, and buried his face on the eight-tailed cat, completely ignoring it.

The young man in sick clothes kowtowed until his head was bleeding, but Ji Siwei still slept as soundly as Mount Tai.

Recalling Ji Siwei's expressionless face the whole time, the young man in hospital clothes began to doubt himself: "Didn't he see me? He just got up and looked in the mirror?"

The little puppet floated in front of the mirror and waved his hand. The blanket on the chair floated lightly and covered the full-length mirror.

As soon as it turned around, the blanket fell off.

The young man in hospital clothes in the mirror stood up and looked at the puppet suspiciously.

The little puppet clasped its hands and said fiercely: "If you fall again, I will hit you."

The young man in sick clothes inexplicably felt a stronger evil spirit than himself, and trembled all over.

The little puppet raised its chin, and the blanket covered the mirror again.

It didn't fall again this time.

The little puppet clapped his hands and got into bed contentedly.

"Two, two, no two... Alas..." A strange child's voice sounded in the corridor, and he sighed in disappointment.

In the middle of the night, all the noise disappeared, and Ji Siwei had a good night's sleep.

The next morning, the first thing he did when he woke up was to throw off the blanket on the bronze mirror.

The mirror clearly reflected his own face, his cheeks were flushed from sleep, his light chestnut hair was disheveled, and two strands were sticking up, which could not be suppressed no matter how much he pressed.

There are no wards, and there are no youths in sick suits.

But the blood on the mirror did not disappear.

The youth in sick clothes last night is real.

Ji Siwei put down the blanket, changed his clothes, and walked out of the room with the puppet and the eight-tailed cat.

When he locked the door, he found a small red dot on the door.

It's a crayon mark.

The position is relatively short, and with his previous height, he may not be able to find it.

Ji Siwei paused and suppressed this thought—be sober, this is not something to be proud of!

Gone are the red crayon drawings in the hallway, replaced by an impressionist oil painting of a landscape.

The door it was facing was smeared with red crayon.

The lines are very wild, stacked layer after layer, at first glance it looks like a strange grinning face, and it looks like someone is carrying a big bucket of blood and splashing it randomly.

The large area of ​​red makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

Ji Siwei recalled the "rustling" sound he heard last night. At that time, that mysterious boy was probably drawing with a red crayon here.

Ji Siwei lowered his eyes, and found a crayon on the ground that was worn down to the point where it was only a piece of paper.

He took a deep look at the graffiti on the door, then turned to wash.

Several people were sitting on the sofa in the hall, talking softly.

The woman in the red dress changed into a light-colored dress, and she looked a little more gentle. When she saw Ji Siwei, she curled her red lips and smiled like a gorgeous rose: "Good morning, little Huya, I slept well last night. How about it?"

Ji Siwei: "It's okay."

"Didn't you hear a strange voice?" The woman wearing round glasses had a tinge of blue under her eyes, looking a little haggard: "In the middle of the night, I heard a little boy's voice coming from the corridor, and he kept saying 'a, A...', I'm going to have a nervous breakdown."

She leaned against the woman in the red dress and said weakly, "It's a good thing I lived with Sister Shu'er last night, otherwise I would have been scared to death."

Shu'er gently stroked her hair: "Little Lemon, you are already very strong."

Qin Lin said: "I live on the third floor, and I heard the voice of the little boy, but what I heard was 'no, no, none', what does this mean?"

The tall man frowned, pointed at Ji Siwei, and said in a rough voice: "You are the only child in the whole castle, are you playing tricks?"

"If you don't need your brain, you can donate it." Shu'er rolled his eyes at him, and said coldly, "Don't you have ears? Huya's voice is completely different from the voice of the little boy in the corridor. Or are you hiding under the covers in fear? , didn’t you hear clearly?”

The tall man was speechless and blushed: "Then tell me, what's going on?"

Ji Siwei found a place to sit down, and asked the first question: "Have you noticed the door of the third room on the second floor?"

The author has something to say: Little puppet: "Master, master, what does Zhengtai mean?"

Ji Siwei: "Don't ask, it's the sun at noon."