The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Mu Yang used the compass to scan the bloodstains seeping from the wall, and the bronze edge shone faintly: "A relative of the organization who was sent here. The only daughter of the Shen family, she studied criminal psychology abroad and insisted on 'experience the front line'."

He lowered his voice and said, "She was just pulled out of the Municipal Bureau's archives department the day before yesterday. She was originally going to be assigned to the logistics team, but this girl secretly stamped the transfer order."

"boom--!"

At this moment, Mu Yang's compass needle suddenly broke, and bronze fragments pierced into his palm: "Oh no! The mirror space is compressing, we must find the main mirror to crack it."

Mu Yang directed the others to split up, then looked at Chen Yifan and said, "Take Shen Ran to the basement, I'll go upstairs to find the source of the sound."

"No! Why did you throw it to me?" Chen Yifan was unhappy. "She is your team member, why don't you go to the basement with her while I go upstairs to find the source of the sound?"

He looked at Shen Ran with disdain, "This young lady can't even hold the talisman paper steadily, and she's going to cause trouble?"

"I, I can do it!" Shen Ran took the talisman paper in his hand and tremblingly got up from the ground, "Please give me a chance, I can definitely help."

Chen Yifan sneered, but when he turned around, he grabbed Shen Ran by the collar and dragged her towards the stairs: "Then follow me closely. If you slack off again, I'll throw you to feed the mechanical baby!"

The iron door of the basement was rusty. Shen Ran's hands were still shaking as he took out the crowbar. It took him three tries before he finally aimed it at the keyhole.

"Tsk! Get out of here and watch me."

Chen Yifan kicked the iron door impatiently, and it collapsed with a loud bang. The smell of mildew mixed with rust hit him in the face.

Hundreds of baby cradles rocked gently in the darkness, and in each cradle lay a mechanical baby with IV tubes inserted all over its body and needles inserted into the spring holes at the temples.

"This is..." Shen Ran's voice trembled, and the flashlight swept across the cradle label, "Experimental subjects numbered 001 to 106..."

Chen Yifan used his knife to pry open the nearest cradle curtain. The mechanical baby suddenly grabbed his wrist, and its rubber lips opened and closed, spitting out bloody teeth:

"Big brother, where are my eyes..."

Hundreds of identical voices echoed in the basement, and all the mechanical babies sat up at the same time, with tentacles made of infusion tubes wrapping around the ankles of the two.

"Fuck! Get down!"

Chen Yifan suddenly pushed Shen Ran to the ground, and raised his head to avoid the metal tentacles that were brushing against his nose.

There were faint crawling sounds coming from the vents above their heads, and countless pairs of babies' eyes were peering through the grid, each eye reflecting their own reflection at the moment.

Shen Ran was pressed on the rusty ground. He heard the sound of Chen Yifan's blade cutting through metal and his own pounding heart.

A tentacle brushed the back of her neck, and she reflexively swung out the talisman paper, but she tore it in two because she used too much force.

"Waste!" Chen Yifan cursed, shaking off the tentacles wrapped around his legs, "Use cinnabar!"

Shen Ran then remembered the cinnabar bag at her waist and trembled as she untied the knot, but half of it spilled on the ground when she poured it out. She gritted her teeth and threw the remaining cinnabar at the nearest mechanical baby. A red light flashed, and the doll made an electric noise and then collapsed.

"It's a bit helpful." Chen Yifan kicked away the cradle that was rushing towards him, "Keep pouring!"

The two fought back to back, and Shen Ran gradually steadied his breathing. Although he was still in a rush, he no longer missed the talisman papers thrown by Chen Yifan.

When the spring of the last mechanical baby stopped turning, she sat down on the ground exhausted.

"Phew~ I'm so tired. I'm dying of exhaustion..."

Chen Yifan kicked her shoulder: "Are you okay?"

Shen Ran panted and nodded, glancing at Chen Yifan's sleeve, which was cut open, revealing an old scar: "You..."

"Stop talking bullshit!" Chen Yifan shook the oil off the knife, "Hurry up and find the main mirror! If you delay any longer, you'll fucking die here."

Shen Ran's flashlight suddenly shone on the glass cabinet in the corner, which contained thirty-six eyeballs soaked in formalin, each pupil reflecting a different angle of the basement. "Master, will the main mirror be there..."

"boom--!"

Chen Yifan's blade had already split the glass cabinet, and the formalin splashed on his leather shoes and smoked. "Stop guessing!"

He kicked over the cradle that was blocking his way, and the saber made a dull sound on the wall. "Listen, the solid wall makes a dull sound, and the hollow wall..."

Before he could finish his words, the wall suddenly caved in, revealing a full-length mirror embedded in the concrete. Several mirror surfaces were covered in blood, but they clearly reflected the backs of the two people.

Hundreds of mechanical babies were hanging upside down from the air vents, with their IV tubes emitting cold light like snakes' tongues.

"Ah!" Shen Ran was so frightened that he took several steps back and subconsciously hid behind Chen Yifan.

"You're hiding from the devil!"

Chen Yifan pushed Shen Ran in front of the mirror with his backhand, and when he turned around, the saber had already cut the throats of the three dolls.

"Look at the mirror! When I'm chopping melons and vegetables, you find out which piece is the real one. As long as you break the real one, these ghosts will disappear!

Shen Ran's heart was pounding like thunder and he tried hard to calm himself down.

Chen Yifan's movements in the mirror were as fast as an afterimage. Every time he swung the blade, he cut more than three infusion tubes. The black engine oil mixed with formalin formed a poisonous pool on the ground.

Many of the mechanical babies had their heads chopped off, but many more were still alive.

They swam around Chen Yifan, extending their tentacles to attack, or simply standing up and attacking.

Chen Yifan waved his saber left and right to block, but for a moment he could not gain the upper hand. He asked hurriedly: "How is it, do you know which piece is real?"

"The third piece from the left! The shape of the blood stain is different!" Shen Ran suddenly screamed and pointed at the mirror, "Your scar in the reflection..."

Chen Yifan glanced at the mirror and saw that the crescent-shaped scar on the back of his neck was rotating clockwise in the third mirror, while the others were counterclockwise.

He spat out the blood foam from the corner of his mouth and spun the saber in his palm. "I should have thought of it earlier. The kid who plays with the mirror likes to play logic games!"

The tentacles of the mechanical baby had already wrapped around his ankles. Chen Yifan took advantage of the force of the doll's pull to leap into the air, and the saber made a sharp scream as it cut through the air.

The blade accurately hit the center of the blood-stained mirror. Amid the sound of glass shattering, all the mechanical babies simultaneously emitted high-frequency electric current-like screams, and the infusion tubes retracted into the vents like black snakes receding at tide.

"Oh shit!"

Chen Yifan kicked the remaining mirror frame to pieces, looked at the doll wreckage struggling in the oil on the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood, "You want to play tricks on me? Go to hell!"

Shen Ran sat slumped in the pile of broken glass and suddenly noticed that his arm was bleeding.

"You are hurt……"

"I want you to take care of it?"

Chen Yifan shook off the oil on the blade, glanced down at his bleeding forearm, fished out a wrinkled cigarette case from his trouser pocket, took out a Red River cigarette and bit it on the corner of his lip:

"Is there a fire?"

Shen Ran was stunned for half a second, and hurriedly took out a lighter from his pocket and handed it over, "Um, Brother Chen, you, you won't bandage it? The engine oil is probably poisonous..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Chen Yifan, holding a cigarette in his mouth, leaned against the broken frame to take a short rest. Suddenly, there was a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground above his head, accompanied by Mu Yang's suppressed roar.

Chen Yifan raised his head suddenly, "You can't hold on any longer?" He crushed the cigarette butt, and the saber spun in his palm, "Let's go! Go and collect your captain's body."