A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

"Thanks."

"Master Luo."

Shi Zhiyuan, who appeared in the mirror, smiled and kept repeating these words.

Meanwhile, Shi Zhiyuan was lying on the ground.

His face was deathly pale.

The life-protecting array pressed down on his body.

Save his life.

It also made him unable to lift even a single finger.

next second.

The mirror moved.

It doesn't create ripples.

Instead, it bulges outwards.

It's like there's someone behind the mirror.

Push the entire glass panel outwards.

First, there's a face.

Then comes the bridge of the nose.

mouth.

Shoulder.

Chest.

Five fingers gradually emerged from inside the mirror.

The glass was not broken.

Yet it clung tightly to that body, like a transparent layer of human skin.

boo.

The first hand emerged.

Followed by.

It's the second one.

Shi Zhiyuan watched helplessly as "himself" held onto the glasses frame.

Lift your leg.

Step out of the mirror.

despair.

One foot is on the floor.

there's noise.

The second foot landed.

That thing actually stood in the room.

Shi Zhiyuan stopped breathing.

It has body temperature.

My chest will rise and fall.

Even though she had just squeezed herself out of the mirror, there was still a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.

That face.

It was exactly the same as his.

The mirror tilts its head down.

I looked at my hands.

Slowly spread your five fingers.

He gripped it tightly again.

Then.

It picked up the medicine cup from the table.

Fingerprints were immediately left on the cup wall.

Shi Zhiyuan's pupils contracted.

Jing Shen picked up his phone again.

The screen lights up.

[Recognizing face]

drop.

[Verification Successful]

It watched for a while.

They seemed to find it amusing.

Then he pressed his thumb on it again.

Fingerprint verification successful

Shi Zhiyuan's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"you……"

"What exactly are you?"

The mirror tilts upwards.

Look at him.

It paused for two seconds.

"What exactly are you?"

Even the vibrato is the same.

Just then.

The shadows cast by the lamps on the ground suddenly flickered.

At Shi Zhiyuan's feet.

Two dark figures appeared out of nowhere, and no one was standing there, yet the shadows grew ever darker.

It looked like two puddles of ink seeping out little by little from the cracks in the floor tiles.

next second.

In one of the shadows.

Five fingers slowly emerged.

It doesn't emerge from underground.

Instead, it was the shadow that was originally flat and attached to the ground.

Suddenly it gained thickness.

The knuckles bulged up little by little.

palm.

wrist.

Arm.

It's like someone is trapped under a piece of black paper.

It's being pushed outwards from the inside.

The surface of the shadowy figure kept bulging.

First, the head.

Then the shoulders.

waist.

At last.

A woman slowly "stood up" from her own shadow in an extremely awkward posture.

The entire process of her getting up.

The feet never left the dark shadow.

It was as if she hadn't emerged from the shadows.

Instead, the shadow grew into a person.

Followed by.

A second dark shape next to it also swelled up.

Another woman in a kimono.

It rose silently from the ground.

After the two stood up straight.

The shadow on the ground disappeared.

Shi Zhiyuan's throat tightened.

Before he could even utter a sound.

Both women turned their heads at the same time.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized without the slightest error.

Then bend down.

Reach your hands back into those two empty clumps of darkness.

crunch--

The sound of metal wheels scraping the ground came from deep within the shadows.

A huge silver-gray equipment case.

They dragged him out of the shadows on the ground, bit by bit.

The box is at least two meters long.

The wheels were covered with a layer of wet, black residue.

Like coming from another place without light.

It's been pushed here.

It is posted on the outside:

Sakuragawa Dance Company

Stage mirror equipment

The lid is opened.

There was no equipment inside.

There were only layers upon layers of black shattered mirror.

The mirror faces inward.

Densely packed.

It looks like a coffin pieced together with mirrors.

Shi Zhiyuan, who was on the ground, panicked.

"What are you trying to do?!"

A dancer walked over.

A thin, transparent thread wrapped around his wrist.

"Lord Shi."

"It's time to move to a different place."

"Where to?!"

The woman did not answer.

However, an opening appeared on the side of the mirror.

Go where you're supposed to be.

Shi Zhiyuan suddenly looked at it.

The mirror continued:

"From now on, I'll watch over this place for you."

Shi Zhiyuan felt a chill run through his body.

"You know?"

The mirror reflected his image.

Suddenly he laughed.

"Of course I know."

"I am Shi Zhiyuan."

Inside the elevator.

Luo Shouzhu stared at the cracked life-protecting talisman in his hand.

The fate on the cards.

It has now split into two streams.

One on the left.

One right.

The strengths are almost equal.

Luo Shouzhou's expression grew increasingly grim.

Eight female figures were still surrounding him.

The elevator number is stuck at [18].

The door won't open.

Luo Shouzhou did not confront him directly.

He reached into his pocket and rummaged around for a while.

He took out a mahjong tile.

【hair】

He glanced down at it.

"Just received one million."

"I'll lend you some of my luck."

Snapped!

The mahjong tiles were slapped directly onto the camera, completely covering the red indicator light.

Almost at the same moment.

The eight figures reflected in the four mirrors were in disarray.

The two on the left are still raising their hands.

The ones on the right were a beat slower.

The innermost one even stopped a second ago.

Luo Shouzhuo squinted.

"So you have to keep an eye on me."

He took the half-smoked cigarette out of his mouth and took a deep drag.

Then.

Slowly exhale.

Grayish-white smoke dissipated in the elevator.

At the beginning.

The smoke drifted in all directions.

It can float to the elevator door.

One of the finest strands.

Suddenly, I was sucked in by something.

Not in the center.

Instead, it's below the right-side door seam.

"I've found you."

Mirrors can be deceiving.

Floors can be deceiving.

But the wind in the elevator shaft.

You can't fool them.

He squatted down and stuck the old compass to the crack in the door.

The needle initially spun erratically.

Then it suddenly stopped.

Needle tip.

It held on tightly to that crack.

Luo Shouzhuo pressed two fingers against Tianchi.

He twisted his wrist.

clang!

The compass vibrated.

The wisp of wind coming through the crack in the door suddenly grew stronger.

call--!

It was like someone suddenly blew a breath from outside.

The elevator door, which was originally perfectly sealed.

A black line slowly cracked open.

The eight women in the mirror turned their heads at the same time.

next second.

Everyone rushed towards the door!

Luo Shouzhuo's face darkened.

Step on the compass with one foot.

He slipped his hands under the door.

The veins on his arm suddenly bulged.

"Give it to me—"

"open!"

Crunch-!

He pried open the two metal doors with his bare hands.

The woman in the mirror had already pounced on him.

Eight pale hands.

They put their hands on his shoulders almost simultaneously.

Luo Shouzhuo didn't even turn his head.

He grabbed the wine jug.

He splashed it backwards with his backhand.

Wow!

The wine spilled onto the mirror.

laugh--!

A layer of black smoke instantly rose from the entire mirror.

The eight female figures all paused.

Luo Shouzhu seized this moment.

Step out of the elevator.

The door behind him closed quickly.

Snapped!

Last minute.

A pale woman's hand suddenly emerged from the mirror.

He gripped the door frame with his five fingers.

Luo Shouzhuo lifted his foot.

boom!

He kicked it back directly.

"I don't have time to play with you guys right now."

The elevator doors slammed shut.

outside.

It was a pitch-black corridor.

Eighteen floors.

Luo Shouzhuo took a step forward.

He grabbed the wine jug.

He splashed it with his backhand.

Wow!

The wine flowed across the door frame.

The eight shadows had just met.

laugh--!

Black smoke billowed up instantly.

A woman screamed inside the elevator.

"We just finished discussing the rules."

"They turned around and attacked my people."

He looked at the life-saving amulet, which was already half cracked.

"Looks like that one million from earlier..."

"They really didn't charge enough."

Eighteen floors.

The real Shi Zhiyuan was suspended by transparent thin threads.

The toes drag on the ground.

Distance from the box opening.

Less than a meter remained.

Jingshen, however, sat on the edge of the bed.

He had already changed into the jacket that Shi Zhiyuan usually wore.

Work permit.

Hang it around your neck.

It even picked up the medicine box.

He skillfully poured out two pills.

A white one.

One yellow one.

Which one to eat first?

Drink a few sips of water.

After eating, I would subconsciously rub my chest a couple of times.

The same.

Shi Zhiyuan trembled as he watched.

"You are not me..."

The mirror tilts upwards.

"You are not me."

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

The two voices collided.

Shi Zhiyuan was on the verge of collapse.

Just then.

A muffled thud came from outside the corridor.

boom!

The two women in kimonos looked up at the same time.

Second tone.

Closer.

boom!

Third tone.

The door flew right in!

boom!!!

The door panel smashed over the equipment box.

Black shards of mirror were scattered all over the ground.

Luo Shouzhou stood outside the door.

He was carrying an old compass.

There was no trace of drunkenness on his face anymore.

"I told you."

"Don't move."

The two women in kimonos did not answer.

Raise your hand at the same time.

The thin thread stretched taut through the air.

Whoosh!

Luo Shouzhu tilted his head to the side.

A transparent thread brushed past my ear.

The wall behind.

A three-meter-long crack silently appeared.

Two more were cut from the left and right sides at the same time.

Luo Shouzhuo hooked his toe.

A shard of mirror flew up.

Snapped!

He slapped the mirror.

"May I use your road?"

The lens flipped up suddenly.

The three soul-binding threads that were originally aimed at him.

They changed direction simultaneously in the mirror.

puff!

The cuffs of the two men's sleeves ripped open.

Blood splattered.

Luo Shouzhu stepped into the room.

"A Japanese girl."

"The old man is just good-tempered."

It's not that I don't have a temper.

The eight shadow figures exchanged glances.

There was no lingering in the fight.

At the same time, retreat.

step.

The skin is a shade lighter.

The second step.

Only the outline remains.

third step.

The person has disappeared.

Only eight dark shadows remained on the wall, rapidly fading away.

Luo Shouzhou did not pursue, but looked at Shi Zhiyuan.

in the room.

Two elderly people.

At the same time, I was looking at him.

One was standing by the bed.

One fell to the ground.

appearance.

same.

Breathe.

same.

Even the panic in Luo Shouzhou's eyes when he saw him was a desperate attempt to survive.

They are all exactly the same.

next second.

The two shouted at the same time:

"Sect Leader Luo!"

Shi Zhiyuan, who was on the ground, pointed to the bedside.

"He's a fake!"

The one by the bed also raised his hand at the same time.

"He's a fake!"

Luo Shouzhuo frowned.

"Shut up, all of you."

Two people.

At the same time, shut up.

Even the action of swallowing saliva.

They were all less than half a beat apart.

Luo Shouzhuo lifted the old compass.

The dial rotates.

Point to the left first.

It also refers to the right side.

At last.

It stopped right between the two of them.

Luo Shouzhu frowned.

Move to the left.

The needle is off to the left.

Come to the right.

The needle has shifted to the right again.

Everyone has their fate.

and.

It's the same life.

"hand."

The two people reached out at the same time.

Luo Shouzhuo felt the pulse on the left side.

Jump.

Seventy-two.

right.

It is also seventy-two.

They even landed at almost the same point.

He pried open his left eyelid.

Pupils are normal.

right.

same.

Prick your left hand with a needle.

Blood came out.

Stab the right hand.

There was blood too.

And the smell of blood is exactly the same.

Shi Zhiyuan on the ground became anxious.

"Master Luo!"

"I am Shi Zhiyuan!"

The one by the bed immediately said:

"I am!"

Luo Shouzhou suddenly asked:

What medicine did I bring you the first time?

Nifedipine.

The two people answered at the same time.

That night.

"Who will find the eighteenth floor first?"

"Chen Bufan".

same.

Luo Shouzhou's lips twitched.

He was only halfway through his sentence.

He stopped again.

Recent memory is useless.

Luo Shouzhuo reached out his hand.

"Work permit".

Two.

The same.

He posted the first one on the employee terminal.

drop.

[Shi Zhiyuan]

[Verification Successful]

the second one.

drop.

[Shi Zhiyuan]

[Verification Successful]

Luo Shouzhou's expression was extremely unpleasant.

Shi Zhiyuan, who was by the bedside, suddenly spoke:

"Master Luo."

Ask him about what happened 21 years ago.

Shi Zhiyuan, who was on the ground, suddenly looked up.

"You can't ask!"

"I'm going to die!"

The person by the bed immediately said:

"Look."

"He wouldn't dare."

"fart!"

Shi Zhiyuan on the ground was furious.

"You know perfectly well that bringing up the past will make me cringe!"

The voice just fell.

laugh!

The black lines on the ankles of the two people.

Tighten at the same time.

"Well!"

He covered his chest with his left hand.

She also covered her chest on the right side.

complexion.

cold sweat.

Breathe.

Everything is synchronized.

Luo Shouzhuo frowned deeply.

There's probably no fake one in front of us.

On one side is the physical body.

On one side is Shadow Fate.

A deadly line.

Recognize two at the same time.

The compass recognizes two.

Life-protecting formation.

I'll still recognize two.

If he were to kill one of them with a single blow now.

It's very likely not about exorcising evil spirits.

Instead, they filmed half of Shi Zhiyuan's real life and killed him off.

Luo Shouzhou slowly squatted down.

He stared at the two people for a long time.

Shi Zhiyuan whispered by the bedside:

"Master Luo, you must believe me."

Almost simultaneously, openings appeared on the ground:

"Master Luo, don't be fooled by him."

Luo Shouzhou raised his hand.

Say one more word.

"Draw both."

The room was finally quiet.

He took out a cigarette.

ignite.

I took a puff.

Smoke rose slowly.

Luo Shouzhou looked at the cigarette.

Suddenly he reached out.

Luo Shouzhou suddenly raised his hand.

"The lights are off."

Snapped.

The room was plunged into darkness.

Both Shi Zhiyuans tensed up at the same time.

"Master Luo...?"

"Don't speak."

Luo Shouzhou did not take out the mahjong tiles.

Instead, he walked to the tool cabinet by the wall.

I flipped through it twice.

He pulled out a high-powered flashlight used for property maintenance.

"What are you doing...?"

"Let's take a picture."

He then pulled out an old feng shui mirror, about the size of a palm, from his pocket.

Copper edge.

The mirror surface has been worn down and is now somewhat dull.

Luo Shouzhou squatted down.

Place the handheld device on the ground.

Snapped.

A pale beam of light shot out, skimming along the floor tiles.

Then.

He placed the feng shui mirror at an angle in front of the light.

With a gentle twist of the wrist.

Swish!

The light that was originally moving forward.

The mirror refracted forcefully towards the top of his head.

The two figures of Shi Zhiyuan were simultaneously elongated.

It didn't fall to the ground.

Instead, it's done inch by inch.

Climb up the wall.

At last.

Throw it all at the ceiling.

Luo Shouzhou had a cigarette in his mouth.

Slowly adjust the angle of the mirror.

"Don't you guys like playing with shadows?"

"A patch of ground is squeezed together."

"I can't see clearly."

He raised the old mirror in his hand.

"Then hang it higher."

The light shifts by another half inch.

The two shadows on the ceiling flickered suddenly.

The compass suddenly vibrated.

Two shadows of Shi Zhiyuan.

They were instantly thrown up to the ceiling.

A figure on the left.

A figure on the right.

Luo Shouzhou looked up.

The two figures were not standing separately.

They slowly stretched out their hands from the ceiling.

Snapped.

They held hands.

The left half of the body.

The right half of the body.

A little bit.

They pieced together a complete person.

On the ground.

Neither of the Shi Zhiyuans made a move.

The "Third Shi Zhiyuan" on the ceiling.

But she slowly lowered her head.

A face as black as paint.

Directly opposite Luo Shouzhou.

next second.

It opened its eyes.

Not two.

There are four.

The cigarette in Luo Shouzhuo's mouth fell to the ground with a thud.

In the mirror in the corner of the room, which was covered with a black cloth.

Suddenly, Shi Zhiyuan's voice rang out.

"Master Luo."

You've got the wrong number.

Luo Shouzhou suddenly turned around.

There are two Shi Zhiyuans on the ground.

They also turned around at the same time.

three people.

No one spoke.

Behind the black cloth.

The voice chuckled again.

"I am."

"Shi Zhiyuan."