Global Collapse

Chapter 123 The World in the Mirror
The fat man was pulled by Chu Changge and ran wildly upwards.

When he heard the sound of the toilet door opening on the first floor, the two had already reached the second floor.

Chu Changge looked around. All the doors on the second floor were tightly closed. He pushed open a door and pulled the fat man inside. After entering the room, he locked the door again.

This is the fat man's room. A large wardrobe is placed horizontally opposite the bed, big enough to hide a person. There is a writing desk of moderate height next to the bed.

"Brother Chu," the chubby guy asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why don't we just go out?"

“I came out earlier than you. The door seems to be locked and can’t be opened. Of course, if we all try to break it open together, we might be able to, but we don’t have much time. I’m afraid the ghost will come out of the toilet before we can break the door open.”

Although the fat man put most of his attribute points into strength, he still didn't have enough strength to ram a door.

If a player with a strength of 100+ came now, they would smash through not just one door, but ten doors by now.

Therefore, players with higher overall attributes have a greater advantage in the game.

This game is incredibly realistic; there will never be a situation where "you can only open this door if you have the key."

However, the fat man wasn't concerned about that issue right now. He glanced somewhat nervously at the doorway and said, "Speaking of which, Brother Chu... when I came upstairs, I heard a sound from the first-floor toilet. Was it a ghost coming out of there?"

Chu Changge nodded slightly: "I came out earlier than you, but I didn't go out, so I figured out some patterns here."

"Ghosts should be able to enter the mirror world at any time and move around freely within it, such as teleporting... Of course, these are just my assumptions for now."

"What can be confirmed now is that ghosts do not need any conditions to enter the mirror world; in fact, they can enter with just a thought."

But if he wants to get out of the mirror world, he must use a mirror or other reflective object; to put it simply, he must use a mirror to climb out.

The fat man nodded and continued listening.

"Furthermore, ghosts seem to encounter obstacles easily in the world outside the mirror; a door can block them. In that case, they need other methods to bypass the obstacles. For example... let's say the ghost is right outside your door."

The fat man subconsciously shuddered twice.

"Although blocked by the door, he can enter the mirror world and climb out through any reflective surface. Although he can't open the door, he can easily climb out through the reflective surfaces in this room."

As soon as Chu Changge finished speaking, the fat man subconsciously looked at the huge window next to him.

The window was still reflecting the light, casting their figures upon it.

"Then aren't we in great danger right now?" the fat man asked in a low voice.

There was not a sound outside the door at this moment, as if the ghost had not chased after them at all.

Chu Changge nodded.

"But we can stall for time with him. As soon as we see him crawling out, we can quickly go to another room and lock the door. However, our players' physical and mental strength are limited. If we can't get out, our physical strength will decrease, and we won't have enough energy to keep going."

The fat man blurted out instinctively, "So now we need to find a way to open the door to this building?"

I never imagined that after finally escaping the mirror world, I would still have to find the key to open the door.

The fat man continued, "In a typical game instance, exiting the Mirror World should be the hardest part. Usually, once you get past this hardest part, you can escape smoothly. So the key to the main gate should be in a very conspicuous place, and we don't need to analyze any clues, right?"

"Speaking of which," the fat man looked at Chu Changge, "Brother Chu, you've been here for a while now, haven't you found the key to the main gate?" Chu Changge looked at the fat man and then shook his head, "No."

The fat man frowned: "That's really strange... Could we jump out the window and run away?"

If you jump out of the window to escape, you risk a ghost suddenly crawling out of the glass.

"No way," Chu Changge rejected his idea: "The window can't be opened, and you shouldn't even try to break it open. I've tried, and I can't break it open. Everything in this building that can reflect light, including mirrors and glass, cannot be destroyed by human hands."

As he spoke, he glanced at the fat man: "But after I came out, I discovered something interesting."

"What's interesting?"

"The body of Zhao Lei's father is in the toilet. The pale hand you see there is his."

The fat man's brow twitched. No wonder he smelled a strange stench when he entered the toilet; it was the smell of a rotting corpse. But how did his father die?

"And did you see what the ghost chasing you looked like?" Chu Changge continued.

The fat man paused for a moment and shook his head slightly: "I really didn't see that."

When he was being chased by the ghost, he was so focused on running that he didn't even have the time to look back and see if the face behind him was as beautiful as a flower.

“But I saw it,” Chu Changge pushed up his glasses: “It looked like Zhao Lei.”

"What?" The fat man was shocked. "Zhao Lei? He's been a ghost all along?"

"No, that's not necessarily true. The ghost I saw looked exactly like Zhao Lei, but their temperaments were completely different."

The fat man recalled Zhao Lei's appearance—fair-skinned, with a perpetually weak expression on his face. While he couldn't be described as a good person at first glance, he didn't seem like a bad one either.

"The Zhao Lei I saw had a ferocious expression on his face. He seemed to really enjoy killing. He was eager to kill everyone who came in and didn't want anyone to discover his true identity." Chu Changge paused for a moment at this point: "I was pulled out by a ghost..."

“He didn’t want others to see his face, so he pulled me out of the mirror world and left Mingliang alone in the bathroom so he could do his thing.”

“That’s not right,” the fat man said, puzzled. “If he didn’t want his true identity to be discovered, wouldn’t it have been easier to just pull Mingliang out of the mirror and attack him alone? Pulling you out would have been redundant.”

"I don't know why, but I was pulled out." Chu Changge seemed unwilling to talk about this, and then changed the subject: "Then they found Zhao Guanhai's body in the toilet. He must have been dead for a long time, and it was somewhat decomposed."

It's particularly cold here, and corpses decompose more slowly than when it's hot.

“He has a bruise on his forehead. Do you remember the bathroom mirror being hit? It must have been Zhao Guanhai’s head that hit the mirror.”

The fat man didn't believe Zhao Guanhai would be so bored as to bang his head against a mirror: "Was he forced to bang his head against it?"

"I don't know about that, but he probably hit the mirror and didn't get timely medical attention, which led to his death. I'm not a medical professional, so I don't know the details."

The fat man was a little confused: "What's the point of telling me all this?"

Chu Changge tilted his head slightly: "Have you noticed that when the ghost appears, it deliberately avoids one person?"

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