S-level high-risk personality, you call this a pitiful thing?

Chapter 3: Playing with the mirror, right?
Apart from the empty living room, there was only a huge floor-to-ceiling window standing quietly not far away.

The bright moonlight fell on the garden, and the leaves and lawns were all silvery white, with dark green leaves swaying gently. A few pink hydrangeas were blown by the wind alone. A swing was hung on a sycamore tree in the yard, swinging back and forth as if someone was sitting on it, quiet and eerie.

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——Shit, how could such a big monster like me disappear in an instant when No. 10 turned around?
——Is it a talent?

——Does anyone know what talent No. 10 has?
——The specific talent can only be known after the novice world ends. The non-natural game can only know the talent level in advance.
——Damn! Why did that monster disappear? Did you, the Chosen One, cheat? I want to report this to the United Nations! [Real-time translation]

——How to cheat? The Japanese guys don’t have good brains, right?
——Where did this super-hero devil come from? Fuck your father, get out of here

……

Lan Tong looked at the empty living room, feeling a little lost.

Are you using such a childish method to scare people?

As she was about to return to her room, her eyes accidentally swept to a certain spot on the glass window.

In an instant, Lan Tong froze in place and his pupils shrank suddenly.

The clean glass of the floor-to-ceiling window seemed to have turned into a huge mirror, half virtual and half illusory, reflecting the entire living room under the moonlight.

In the reflection, the living room was still dim. Lan Tong saw himself standing upright in a blue and white striped hospital gown.

Her skin was pale and sickly, and her long black hair fell to her waist, as thick and fluffy as living seaweed.

The candle in her hand illuminated the surroundings in the reflection, illuminating her thin face and the hand that was placed on her shoulder at some point.

The hand was slender and pale, with bright red nails, as if a few drops of sticky blood would fall at any time.

Lan Tong's brain went blank in an instant and he felt his left shoulder go numb.

The hand came from behind her.

Before she saw this scene with her own eyes, her body didn't feel anything.

It was as if the arm had grown naturally onto her back.

The feeling of suffocation lasted less than a moment. She suppressed her slightly panicked breathing, slowly lowered her head to look over her left shoulder, and saw that the blue and white striped hospital gown was empty. She breathed a sigh of relief silently.

At the same time, the cold feeling of being stared at from behind became even stronger at this moment.

It was as if someone blew a breath of cold air slowly on the back of her neck, and goose bumps appeared all over her body instantly.

The indescribable feeling of the unknown was like a chill running straight to my head, and the heart that had just been at ease was immediately grabbed by someone and held up again.

Lan Tong tried hard to remain calm and think, if the scene in the mirror was fake, then the feeling from his neck could also be fake?

She clearly didn't notice any movement when she turned around just now, but the weirdness had already followed her silently.

Was it that the monster was too fast, or had it been behind her since she came into this world?
But if that is the case, why didn’t I feel anything for such a long time at the beginning, and only realize it now?
Lan Tong thought about how he had been sitting on the sofa in a daze for a long time, and inexplicably made the worst guess in his mind.

Maybe the hand behind me is the same as the one that knocked on the window and peeked just now.

The strange knock on the window might be intended to scare her.

The monster behind her had grown onto her body in some disgusting way, making it impossible for her to notice it for a while.

This was really unbearable for her. She didn't know if it would get infected if she cut it off.

Although the injuries sustained in the dungeon would heal after leaving, the feeling of being integrated with unknown creatures really made her feel nauseous.

The flame of the candle in her hand flickered, and a line of wax tears slowly flowed down. This time, it did not solidify in mid-air, but flowed all the way down into her palm. The burning stinging sensation instantly brought her back to her senses.

In rule-based copies, rules are the most important.

To put it bluntly, it is a code of survival. As long as she follows the rules, these weird things can't do anything to her. At most, they can scare her.

【1.晚上19：00——早上7：00不要开口出声】

Thinking about the rules, Lan Tong understood.

The monster behind her obviously wanted to scare her into making a sound, and then kill her for committing a foul.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why it was behind Lan Tong but was reluctant to take action.

After making a rough guess, Lan Tong calmed herself down again and slowly looked towards the floor-to-ceiling window. Her movements were like a stuck machine and her eyes were as stiff as rusty gears. She paused unconsciously every time she raised her eyes an inch.

She looked again with a calm expression, and this time, she saw an extra head on her shoulders.

"..."

The long black hair of that head fell in front of her, covering her upper body.

The original hand silently extended into a long arm. The blue and white striped sleeves were stained with blood. The pale hand was as thin as a withered tree. The forearm was raised and hugged her neck.

When his fingers touched her neck, a chill spread down her throat.

Lan Tong's mysophobia was setting off alarm bells in her mind. An indescribable sticky feeling like wax instantly covered her entire body, and the nauseous feeling made her feel a little suffocated.

She didn't even have time to think, her body moved subconsciously.

His arm shot up and struck the woman's hand hard.

The expected physical confrontation did not occur.

Lan Tong was brought back to his senses by this blow.

She quickly looked down and saw that her shoulder was empty. Where was the hand with bright red nails?

There was nothing else except two scratches on the collarbone caused by his own fingernails.

Lan Tong couldn't hold it anymore.

This damn thing... is it playing mirroring?

He actually touched her with such a disgusting touch.

For Lan Tong, any action that could touch her cleanliness obsession was like torture, especially the touch of such dirty things. Even a gentle touch was unbearable, just like Chi Ling.

From the original owner’s memory, we know that the weirdness in the weird world can be touched, so why can’t this woman touch it?

Is this a weird illusion?
But illusions seem to only appear in worlds above level B.

There are no clear standard rules in the strange world. Illusions only appear in worlds above level B, but they are just rough rules that people have listed based on past situations.

In other words, this is a summary of people's classification based on experience, and there is no real standard to regulate it. At present, there has been no illusion in the world below level B, but it does not mean that there is no illusion at all in the world below level B.

Even if illusions appear in the D-level world, no one can do anything about it.

Thinking of this, Lan Tong felt that she shouldn’t be so unlucky to win the first prize right away, right?
(End of this chapter)