Chapter 228 The Man in the Mirror (3)

   "You are..." He Zheng felt like he was dying, panting heavily, and it took him a long time to wake up, "You are Yan Junze? It's a good thing you came here, otherwise...the consequences..."

   Before he finished speaking, he found that the man was still holding his hands, neither speaking nor doing other movements, just staring straight into his eyes with no expression on his face.

  After calming down, suspicion arose in He Zheng's heart.

  No matter what, if Yan Junze came here, he shouldn't have such a reaction after saving himself.

  Thinking of this, he immediately turned his head and looked at the mirror of the dressing table again. After seeing clearly in the mirror, he gasped suddenly.

  I saw myself in the mirror still sitting upright, looking at myself with a smile on my face. I couldn’t see anyone else at all, and I couldn’t see that he had turned around. In fact, his hands were being grabbed by someone.

  He Zheng in the mirror was sitting there quietly, still holding makeup utensils in his hands, as if he was still putting on makeup.

Feeling the force from the man grabbing his wrist, He Zheng dared to be sure that someone was grabbing him, and his heart skipped a beat. Instead of staring at the mirror, he turned his head slowly, and looked at the grabbing guy in front of him again. own people.

   What came into view was a woman in a black sarong. The woman had long hair with a shawl, which completely covered her face. It was the woman in the mirror that He Zheng saw in the mirror just now.

  At this moment, the woman in the mirror was holding his hands, motionless.

He Zheng swallowed his saliva, and looked down slightly. The mobile phone with the flashlight on was placed on the dressing table at the moment. The rout button is nowhere to be found.

   "No...not...Yan Junze..."

  He Zheng became stuttering. He thought he was saved for a second before, but he realized later that this turned out to be another nightmare.

   Anyway, now it looks like this woman has stepped out of the mirror.

  He Zheng wanted to retract the hands held by the woman, but the woman was so strong that he didn't move at all.

   Not only did she not retract, but she seemed to feel He Zheng's struggle. The woman bent down, moved her head closer to He Zheng, and slowly lifted his hands, using He Zheng's hands to brush away the hair that completely covered her cheeks.

  When he touched the woman's hair, He Zheng couldn't help the long-lost chill in his heart, but he still couldn't break free.

  Looking helplessly at his own hands, slowly lifting the woman's hair that covered her cheeks at an extremely slow speed, the tension in her heart reached the extreme.

  Before seeing the other person's face clearly, He Zheng closed his eyes abruptly. At this moment, he could only close his eyes without any other resistance at all.

   When he thought about it, since he sat on this leather stool, he fell into a certain kind of passivity, being interfered by the woman in the mirror.

   Not long after he closed his eyes, he could feel the woman's face slowly approaching him. Although he couldn't see it, a cold chill was getting closer and closer, and the other party seemed to be breathing, and the breath exhaled was piercingly cold.

   "Fuck, why is it so scary?"

  At this time, He Zheng felt a fear that he had never experienced before. This kind of fear had never been encountered in his career as a spirit exorcist.

  In the past, relying on his hidden deduction spirit, he could basically eat a fresh move all over the world, but today he encountered unprecedented difficulties.

   Now, once the inner fear germinated, it immediately spread all over the body uncontrollably, and goose bumps popped up. He Zheng felt a chill on his back, numbness in the back of his head, and his whole body almost went limp.

  Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly. After seeing the face that was completely close in front of him, He Zheng rolled his eyes and fell down with a bang.

  …

  In front of the dressing table, Yan Junze grabbed He Zheng's hands and looked at him who had suddenly fallen into a coma with a dazed expression.

   It didn't take long for him to arrive at the "Bedroom Companion" furniture store, but he found that the shutter door had been opened, so he was sure that the spirit remover who was going to cooperate with him had already entered.

   Originally, Yan Junze didn't plan to take this task again, firstly because the spirit remover obviously didn't play his cards according to the routine, leaving himself to act first, and then if he cooperated with this kind of guy, his secret might be exposed.

  Since he is so good at writing, let him deal with the person in the mirror by himself, pat his **** and leave.

  Yan Junze, who was about to leave, heard a noise coming from the darkness inside the furniture store. He stood at the door and yelled.

   No one answered.

   At this time, the map in his mind did not pop up a task prompt message. Yan Junze didn't plan to turn on [Strange Event Perception], it's all here, just get close to the location of the weird event, and there is no need to waste energy.

   So he stepped in.

  For the convenience of walking, Yan Junze also turned on the flashlight of the mobile phone. There are many mirrors inside, and it is easy to have an illusion if he walks fast.

   About two minutes later, he stood next to a wardrobe, turned off the flashlight of his mobile phone, and just quietly watched everything that happened in front of a dressing table in the dark.

I saw a Erbi youth with the words "Spirit Eliminator" clearly written on his forehead, sitting alone in front of this dressing table, with a strange smile on his face, talking to the mirror while holding the makeup tools on the table Paint on your own face.

  At first, Yan Junze thought there was something weird in the mirror, but when he looked carefully, he found that there was no one in the mirror.

  The person in the mirror is still He Zheng who is sitting in front of the dressing table and putting on makeup.

   "This guy... why does he have the feeling of being possessed by a spirit?" Looking at He Zheng's mechanical movements, Yan Junze muttered to himself.

   Then he saw He Zheng use eyebrow pencils and other things to paint his face so that even his mother could not recognize him, and while painting, he told himself a story to himself, with clear words and skilled movements.

  Yan Junze watched and listened at the same time, not to mention, in this quiet and dark environment, there is a special flavor.

Soon after the second story about "Uncle Sun" was finished, he saw He Zheng put down the cosmetics in his hands, raised his hands, and then slowly jammed his neck, and began to pinch him hard. It felt like the neck wasn't his own, but it was given as a phone bill.

   After waiting for more than ten seconds, the veins on He Zheng's neck bulged, his eyeballs protruded, and his face was flushed red.

  Yan Junze knew that he had to make a move, otherwise this guy would have to play himself to death here.

   Then, there was the scene just now.

   But until now, Yan Junze didn't understand why He Zheng fainted. He looked at himself as if he saw another terrifying scene, and the reason was unknown.

  Since he fainted from fright, Yan Junze easily helped him to the ground and lie down, not to get in the way.

   Then he put his mobile phone on the dressing table, the flashlights of the two mobile phones were on, and the surrounding light was a little stronger than before.

   Then Yan Junze looked at the mirror on the dressing table.

  Through this vanity mirror, he can see his back reflected by another full-length mirror behind him.

  Recalling He Zheng's strange behavior just now, he looked down at the dressing table and the exquisite leather stool specially equipped for the dressing table under his feet.

  Yan Junze has no plans to sit down for the time being.

  Because He Zheng's series of weird behaviors just happened while sitting here, he doesn't want to touch everything in this place for the time being.

   Looking at the vanity mirror in front of him again, this time, he found a looming figure appearing through the mirror.

   Or to be precise, it appeared next to the big wardrobe behind him.

  Because only the outline of this figure can be seen, it is impossible to tell whether it is a man or a woman. The man just stood there, motionless.

  Yan Junze turned his head to look, and found that everything beside the big wardrobe was normal, and there was no figure.

Surprised in his heart, he looked back at the vanity mirror again, wanting to confirm whether he was wrong just now, but when he turned his head, he was stunned for a moment, and saw that the figure in the mirror who was standing by the closet just now had actually walked away. When she came out, her shoulders were raised high, almost at the level of her chin, and she slowly walked to the mirror step by step.

   This is a woman with long hair covering her shoulders, completely blocking her cheeks.

   Originally, Yan Junze could see himself through the mirror, but after the woman approached from the mirror, his figure in the mirror was completely replaced by this woman, or in other words, covered by the woman in the mirror.

  Yan Junze looked down at his feet, and then frowned. He found that the figure of He Zheng, who had fallen on the ground just now, had disappeared completely at this moment.

   Then he looked in the mirror, and the woman had already sat down, as if she was also sitting on the leather stool in the mirror.

  Shortly after she sat down, just behind the woman in the mirror, a figure of a man stood up from behind her, with his back turned to the outside, it was He Zheng's back.

   After He Zheng stood up, as if he had lost his soul, he silently walked towards the wardrobe.

  Yan Junze was surprised, and looked behind him again, but there was still nothing.

  It seems that He Zheng was pulled into the mirror by some strange force.

  At this time, He Zheng had already walked to the front of the big wardrobe, stretched out his hand, like a puppet manipulated by someone, slowly opened the door of the wardrobe, and then walked in silently.

  The moment he opened the closet door and walked in, Yan Junze clearly saw two men standing in the closet, their eyes glazed over, motionless.

   Bang, the closet door closed.

   "Do you like listening to stories?" The woman suddenly spoke without paying attention to the scene behind her. At the same time, the entire mirror plane trembled slightly.

  Yan Junze was stunned for a moment, and didn't answer, but he thought of the scene of He Zheng telling himself a story just now in his mind.

  It’s interesting, looking at it like this, I am now reliving what happened to He Zheng just now.

   Just as the idea came to mind, the task information released by the map suddenly popped up in my mind.

  The title of this book has been changed, and just thinking about the new title makes my brain hurt. The main reason is that there are many keywords that must be avoided. I hope everyone knows and forgive me.

  (end of this chapter)