I deliver food in a bizarre world

The closer you get to that building, the more damp and cold the air seems to become, and the stronger the musty smell becomes.

The shoes crunched on the bricks and debris, the sound particularly jarring in the silence.

The hotel's main entrance consists of two double wooden doors, which have long since lost their original color due to the passage of time.

One of the doors was open at an angle, revealing a bottomless darkness behind it.

It was still bright outside, but inside it was pitch black!

Chen Mo stopped at the door and checked the equipment on his waist again. After confirming that nothing was missing, he turned up the power of his flashlight.

Just in case, he also prepared two flashlights.

The beam of light, like a sharp sword, pierced through the darkness ahead and illuminated a reception area covered in cobwebs and dust.

The tables and chairs were overturned, and scraps of paper and unidentified debris were scattered on the ground.

As the forum post says, the walls of the hall, and even the ceiling and some corners, are inlaid with mirrors of different sizes!

Most of these mirrors were covered in dirt and cracks, reflecting fragmented images. When the beam of light swept across them, it reflected countless distorted and moving spots of light, dazzling the eyes.

"Wow, this boss really loves mirrors." Chen Mo muttered, trying to suppress his discomfort.

He steadied himself and stepped across the threshold.

The instant he entered the hotel—

hum!

His personal cell phone in his pocket vibrated violently, and at the same time, the icon of the nameless app popped up automatically, and the screen flashed brightly with blood!

The previously blurry task preview instantly became crystal clear, with blood-red text filling the entire screen.

[Order: Person in the Mirror]

[Item: A complete dressing mirror (must be obtained by the player from inside the hotel)]

Location: Mirror Hotel, Room 301

[Note: Ensure the mirror is not touched by any reflections during transport. Upon arrival at 301, hang the mirror on a nail on the wall opposite the door.]

[Time Limit: 02:59:59]

[Reward: 1000 Spirit Coins, Special Reward ???]

[Punishment: Randomly deprive one of your senses (72 hours)]

The previous punishment was 24 hours, but this time it has been increased to 72 hours, which is three times the previous amount!

Is this app constantly increasing its demands, forcing him to work himself to the bone?

The second time was a full three days. What will the third and fourth times be like?

Holy crap! My phone started playing special effects on its own! This app is pretty realistic!

[Hey, are you new here? Brother Mo already showed us yesterday!]

[This mission sounds exciting! We have to get a mirror from inside and deliver it? Is this some kind of nesting doll thing?]

Three days of sensory deprivation? That's a harsh punishment! The host's script is pretty well-designed!

[Room 301? Brother Mo, quickly find the room number!]

In the pitch-black environment, the light from the phone screen was captured by the camera.

The viewers in the live stream treated it as part of an immersive script and began to offer suggestions, creating a lively atmosphere.

Only Chen Mo himself knew the extent of the danger behind those cold words.

He remembered his grandfather's warning, sighed, and realized he would have to secretly check this information from now on.

The task requires him to find a complete mirror in this godforsaken place, ensuring he isn't touched by his reflection throughout the entire process, and finally hang it in a designated spot...

Every step sounded like a deadly trap.

Especially last night, the archaeologists who stayed up all night warned that either room 301 or 304 is the most dangerous place!

Turn off your personal phone screen and put it back in your pocket.

Now is not the time to delve into details; the three-hour countdown has already begun, and he must act.

He gripped the powerful flashlight tightly, its beam cautiously scanning the hall.

Dust swirled wildly in the beam of light, and the shattered lenses reflected countless images of him, as if countless versions of him were moving, twisting, and splitting at the same time, giving people a strong sense of dizziness.

Remembering his grandfather's words, he dared not look at those mirrors too much, both physically and mentally.

He went straight to the usual layout and looked for the stairs leading upstairs.

There is a corridor on the side of the hall, with rooms on both sides. The walls of the corridor are also inlaid with many mirrors, forming a strange mirror corridor.

The space here seems to be infinitely magnified!

Is this the Hall of Mirrors from urban legend?

Is it only available on the first floor? Do you have it on the second, third, and fourth floors...?

The thought of the third floor sent a thunderbolt through his mind.

Third floor!

The shadow he saw earlier was on the third floor!

The color drained from Chen Mo's face rapidly, leaving it frighteningly pale.

He took a deep breath for a full minute, and amidst a barrage of question marks in the live chat, he finally took a step.

If he hadn't accepted the mission, he might have only had two days of sensory loss, but now another day has been added...

He was in a dangerous situation, and he had no other choice...

I cautiously walked into the mirrored corridor. The flashlight beam shone on the mirrors on both sides, reflecting countless images of myself.

The light reflected constantly between the mirrors, making the entire corridor extremely chaotic and confusing.

In addition, the sound of his footsteps echoed in the enclosed space as he walked, as if countless people were walking alongside him!

"Damn, this place...it feels so oppressive!"

With so many mirrors, you could scare yourself sick.

[The streamer is really brave; I would have peed myself long ago if I were alone.]

Looking at the comments, Chen Mo felt bitter.

Is he brave?

It wasn't actually that big, but he was afraid of these things too.

But if you say he's timid, then why is he able to spend the whole night alone in the coffin shop or paper doll shop, surrounded by all sorts of taboo things...?

Chen Mo focused intently, advancing while vigilantly observing with his spiritual eyes.

There were many rooms on both sides of the corridor, but the doors were tightly closed.

He tried pushing them and found that most of them were locked, or blocked by something from inside the house.

Occasionally, a few doors could be pushed open, but when a flashlight swept through them, the inside was empty and covered in dust, and the mirrors on the walls were mostly broken.

Just then, he passed by a relatively clean full-length mirror.

In the instant the flashlight beam swept across, he seemed to catch a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that his reflection in the mirror appeared to be moving a beat slower.

Chen Mo abruptly slammed the beam of light back, staring intently at his reflection in the mirror.

The image in the mirror was synchronized with him, pale-faced, with wary eyes, showing no abnormalities.

Is it an illusion? Or is the mirror really playing tricks on us?

[Oh my god, you scared me! What happened?]

What did the streamer discover?

I think I just saw that the image of Mo Ge in the mirror wasn't in sync with him...

[Yes, yes, I noticed that too. Mo clearly stepped with his right foot just now.]

[I thought I was seeing things; the mirror image should show my left foot, but it's showing my right foot!]

[Seriously, buddy? Don't scare me!]

You must be seeing things!

[Those viewing through their fingers can't see anything!]

I want to get a closer look, but I'm so afraid of getting face-to-face with someone!

[Hey, what are you so afraid of? It's Mo Ge's face that's been pressed against, not the camera. Just turn down the volume!]

The live chat was filled with sarcastic comments, but he knew that what he had just experienced was probably not an illusion...

Chen Mo wanted to observe further, but then he remembered his grandfather's warning.

He broke out in a cold sweat and forced himself to look away from the mirror.

After making a conspicuous mark with red paint, he continued walking forward.