Li Zhuiyuan, a corpse retriever, travels through a mysterious resurrection.

Trapped in a bizarre prison from which he had no idea how to escape, Shangguan Yun was starting to lose his composure.

He repeatedly and forcefully slapped the mirror, his mouth moving incessantly.

But because of the mirror, no one could hear what he said.

The only way to tell from his lip movements was that he kept repeating the same shout...

help me.

Zhao Lei's voice rang out in fear: "It's over, he smashed my phone, now we can't even communicate."

Tears streamed down Miao Xiaoshan's face as she frantically pleaded, "What should we do? How can we help my cousin...?"

Looking at the hysterical Shangguan Yun in the mirror, Zhang Wei felt a chill of fear. If that ghost had made a move last night, he would have been the one trapped inside the mirror.

He whispered, "Will breaking the mirror save my cousin?"

"It's best not to do that," Li Zhuiyuan said in a deep voice. "Right now, we can only rely on this mirror to keep track of Shangguan Yun's situation. If we break the mirror and fail to rescue him, we may lose our only chance."

"Moreover, Shangguan Yun mentioned before that it was very dark outside the toilet. I think he only exists in this mirror. If the mirror breaks, his area may be completely plunged into darkness, and it's unpredictable what will happen then."

"I'm sorry, Miao Xiaoshan," Zhang Wei said guiltily. "I'm the one who attracted the ghost."

Li Zhuiyuan said, "You don't need to apologize. Ghosts keep appearing, and anyone could encounter one. It's your skill that you managed to play rock-paper-scissors with a ghost all night without getting trapped in the mirror."

"Next, we need to find out what exactly happened to Shangguan Yun before."

"But the phone is already..." Miao Xiaoshan's sobs grew louder.

Seeing the bewildered crowd, Li Zhuiyuan stepped forward, dipped his finger in water, and wrote on the mirror: "Calm down, tell me what happened before."

Seeing Li Zhuiyuan's actions, Shangguan Yun, who was gradually breaking down, knew that the people outside were trying to save her, and her emotions recovered somewhat.

She quickly wrote on the mirror: "I don't know, I just washed my face and here I am. Please help me!"

"Please help me! Please think of a way to save me!"

"Let me out! I don't want to die!"

Li Zhuiyuan took a few steps back expressionlessly, looked at Miao Xiaoshan, and said, "I can't communicate with him in his current state. You talk to him and help him calm down so he can reveal some valuable information."

"Okay, okay." Miao Xiaoshan quickly took over and wrote words of comfort to her cousin on the mirror.

The attempt to appease them was not very effective; Shangguan Yun still insisted that they hurry up and rescue him.

Suddenly, Shangguan Yun stopped moving.

He glanced to the side and wrote: "I heard a sound, like someone wants to come in to use the restroom. Did one of you find a way in and are you going to get me out?"

Miao Xiaoshan's raised hand froze, trembling in mid-air, and she subconsciously stepped back.

When the others saw what Shangguan Yun had written, they all stared wide-eyed and fell silent.

Li Zhuiyuan frowned slightly.

No one was coming in to use the restroom, and since sound couldn't travel between the two sides, the only sound Shangguan Yun could hear came from the mirror.

It's that ghost that's going in.

Realizing this, Miao Xiaoshan suppressed her growing fear and stepped forward again to write on the mirror: "Cousin, that's not us..."

"Stop," Li Zhuiyuan said calmly. "Letting him know that a ghost has come will do him no good. He's already on the verge of a breakdown, and if he learns this, he might do something incredibly foolish. The best-case scenario is that he hasn't been killed by the ghost yet. Maintain this and continue to reassure him."

Miao Xiaoshan followed Li Zhuiyuan's instructions and wrote on the mirror: "Cousin, stay calm. Brother Xiaoyuan is already thinking of a solution. You'll be alright..."

Just as she was about to continue writing, she saw a person standing in the corner of the bathroom in the mirror.

The person was playing hide-and-seek, only revealing a small part of their body.

The fear in Miao Xiaoshan's eyes intensified rapidly, and her breathing became erratic. She abruptly turned around to look in her direction, making sure no one was around the corner of the restroom.

The person in the mirror stretched out an arm.

Pale, stiff arms, completely unlike those of a living person.

Seeing that Miao Xiaoshan had stopped writing, Shangguan Yun urged her from inside, "Cousin, has Brother Xiaoyuan come up with a solution yet? The sound from here has disappeared again, and it seems that person isn't coming in. Who was it that wanted to come in and save me? Hurry up and let him in! I really don't want to stay in this place."

Miao Xiaoshan tried to control her breathing, wanting to continue going forward to comfort her cousin.

But the appearance of that arm in the corner made her hands tremble uncontrollably, and she could no longer continue writing.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, is that a ghost?" Zhao Lei asked in a trembling voice, almost unable to stand from fear.

Li Zhuiyuan remained calm and nodded, saying, "It can only be a ghost."

"Now that the ghost has appeared, you must leave quickly before it disappears, lest it haunt you."

Zhao Lei acted decisively and immediately turned and left.

"So unreliable." Zhang Wei said angrily, "Brother Xiao Yuan, I'm not leaving. Everyone knows I, Awei, am the toughest man in the Seventh Division. I'll go out and teach Zhao Lei a lesson first. You and Yang Jian, hold on for now."

Zhang Wei rushed out, his voice carrying from the bathroom: "Zhao Lei, you coward, why did you run so fast? Didn't you dare wait for me?"

Seeing that Wang Shanshan was standing still, Yang Jian said, "You should go too. Let your dad pick you up and take you home."

Wang Shanshan nodded and left calmly.

After becoming a ghost slave, she became less and less like a human, and had little human emotion left.

Despite her fear, Miao Xiaoshan shook her head and said, "Brother Xiaoyuan, I can't leave. This is my cousin, I have to watch over him."

Li Zhuiyuan calmly replied, "It's up to you. I will try to rescue your cousin, firstly because I'm quite interested in paranormal events, and this ghost is rather special, which has piqued my interest."

"Secondly, you're a good person. When you were being chased by a ghost at No. 7 Middle School, you told me to run fast. You're a good person who gets good rewards."

"Your hands are shaking so much you can't write anymore. If your cousin notices this, he'll realize something's wrong."

"Don't worry, I've already thought of a way." Li Zhuiyuan wrote on the mirror, glancing at the corner of his eye in the mirror.

Shangguan Yun's expression was even more panicked than before, and his handwriting became even more sloppy: "What happened? How did those people get away? Did something happen? Are you lying to me? Am I going to die?"

Li Zhuiyuan wrote expressionlessly: "It's nothing."

Just as they continued their conversation, the ghost in the corner moved.

It slowly walked over, wearing a construction worker's uniform.

Strangely, the ghost's appearance was not Shangguan Yun, but Zhang Wei.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that he was not entirely Zhang Wei; the resemblance was only about six or seven points.

As the ghost gradually approached and drew near the mirror, its appearance began to change again.

He gradually began to resemble Li Zhuiyuan.