I buried the gods in the restricted area.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

The bald man and the other mirror image's bodies were completely shattered, with dense shards of glass scattered all over the ground, making it impossible to piece them back together into a human form.

Just as the bald man said before he died, with the demise of the two, the two green mirrors right behind them shattered, covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Even so, the tall, thin man still dared not approach rashly. He stared warily at the broken green mirror not far away and said in a deep voice, "Since we have chosen to believe in the green mirror, we must strictly follow the rules it gives us in the time to come."

One person hesitated and said, "But those rules don't actually come from the real green mirror, but from a reflection... Can they really be trusted?"

"This is not a question of credibility."

The tall, thin man shook his head and said, "We've all experienced the consequences of being reflected in ordinary mirrors for too long. At best, we'll feel disoriented; at worst, we'll experience hallucinations. And with the current rate at which these mirrors are growing, it's impossible for us to completely stay away from them. The only way to avoid being reflected in them is to break any nearby mirrors."

Yes, he didn't really believe in the green mirror, nor did he believe in the bald man who had been replaced by the mirror image—it all stemmed from his intuition and rational judgment of the situation.

The girl who had just run over may not have meant any harm, but her words always lacked a reasonable explanation. Even the three rules conveyed by the black mirror she mentioned could not be verified when the black mirror shattered.

In addition, the problems with those three rules are too obvious.

Looking back on this period of time, both the advice to "not break the mirror" and "trust the reflection" went against everyone's direct experience and instinctive perception. He could not imagine what terrible ending would come if the mirrors were not broken and those dressing mirrors were allowed to proliferate unchecked.

If the mirror image is indeed credible, it would further prove that the three rules the bald man mentioned are correct.

Of course, conversely, the bald man also said something like "be careful of your mirror image," which also suggests that he might have been lying.

This wasn't the first time the tall, thin man had entered restricted areas below level D. Because of this, he was even more convinced that there was no goodwill in these areas. Neither the black mirror nor the green mirror was trustworthy. But as the saying goes, when faced with two evils, choose the lesser. He had no other choice at the moment.

After hearing his analysis, although everyone had doubts, they had no choice but to believe him.

They were all newcomers to the forbidden zone for the first time. In the past, when watching "Exploring the Forbidden Zone" on TV, they always thought those people were so stupid and lacked common sense. They had also talked at length in the comments section, claiming that if they were there, they could easily turn the tide.

Only when they personally entered the restricted area did they finally realize that they were no better than the people on the show, and perhaps even far worse.

After all, no matter how foolish or reckless they are, at least they have the courage to make a decision. But right now, they don't even have the courage to make a decision. The only thing they can do is to follow this seemingly reliable leader closely.

"What about those people? Are we really just going to leave them alone?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Even if we wanted to control them, they might not care about us."

The tall, thin man said calmly, "Remember, for ordinary people like us, if we have major disagreements in the restricted area, there's no need to force ourselves together. It's better for both sides."

"Then wish them good luck..." The man shook his head with a wry smile and murmured.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If they're the lucky ones, then we're the unlucky ones!" someone complained.

It seems like a joke, but nobody can laugh about it now.

After a brief silence, one person stood up and said, "More mirrors are growing around us. Should we smash them all?"

"Let's get started."

The tall, thin man nodded and said, "It's best not to use a gun. Save your bullets; there might be other trouble later."

……

"Mr. Jiang Mian, what did you mean just now? The rules of the black mirror and the green mirror are completely contradictory, so why do you say they can coexist?" Jiang Rou asked in confusion.

The three short-haired women all looked at Jiang Mian with different expressions, wanting to see what kind of "brilliant ideas" this guy, who seemed to have some mental issues, could come up with.

Jiang Mian hesitated for a moment, then said, "From the ghost..."

"Mr. Jiang Mian, I'd like to hear the conclusion directly!"

Before he could utter the word "haunted house," Jiang Rou interrupted him sharply.

If it were just him alone, it wouldn't matter if Mr. Jiang Mian talked about the design concept of the haunted house. But now there are other people around. If they hear these things, it would be a small matter if they think the two of them are crazy. What they might do is make Mr. Jiang Mian realize that this place is not a haunted house at all.

Jiang Mian was taken aback, then asked, puzzled, "But if we don't explain the reasoning process, can we pass the level smoothly?"

"What a load of nonsense."

The short-haired woman frowned slightly and said impatiently, "We don't want to hear any more nonsense, just get to the conclusion."

Jiang Mian turned her head and gave her a strange look: "Miss, do you know me?"

The short-haired woman frowned even more deeply, and patiently replied, "I don't know her."

"Do I know you?"

"I don't know them either."

"Have we met before?"

"Never seen it before."

"Do I look a lot like your ex-boyfriend?"

"No way, I don't even have an ex-boyfriend!"

Jiang Mian gradually dropped her seemingly relaxed expression, her tone calm yet clear:

"Since we are complete strangers and have never met, what makes you think that—just because you speak to me in this manner—I am obligated to answer your questions properly?"

"you……"

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting tense, Zhang Yang stepped in to smooth things over: "Sir, please give me some face..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Mian turned to look at him and asked, "Do you recognize me?"

"No, I don't know him..."

Seeing that a new cycle was about to begin, Jiang Rou quickly spoke up, "Mr. Jiang Mian, could you please give me some face..."

"That's possible."

This time, Jiang Mian didn't continue with another round of probing questions. Instead, she simply turned her gaze away and looked at the mirror-like lake in the distance, lost in thought.

Jiang Rou's heart finally settled down. She clasped her hands together and bowed repeatedly to the short-haired woman and Zhang Yang, saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang Mian meant no harm. Please don't mind..."

She looked apologetic and finally managed to apologize, but as she watched Jiang Mian's retreating figure, a sense of confusion arose in her heart.

Strange... Mr. Jiang Mian is usually very good-tempered, so why did he speak like that just now?

Wait... when did Mr. Jiang Mian turn his back to me?

This is a restricted area; he has to keep an eye on me the whole time!