I deliver food in a bizarre world

What was that just now? Why did the paper figure burn by itself?

[A new prop? Or perhaps a self-ignition device?]

[Is the person in front new? This is something Mo Ge made himself this afternoon! I don't know why it spontaneously combusted, but it seems pretty amazing...]

[This is getting more and more mysterious... but I like it!]

[Brother Mo is awesome! He actually carries a straw doll as a body double!]

Chen Mo had no time to pay attention to the comments; he looked at the half-open door with lingering shock.

In the room, the oval dressing mirror was still clear, but the distorted reflection in it had vanished without a trace.

The mirror returned to its normal reflection, showing the mess at the entrance.

He swept the flashlight around, and in the surrounding mirrors, all those strange figures of him disappeared!

Everything that just happened felt like a dream, but the lingering coldness on his ankle and the clump of paper dust on the ground proved that it was definitely not an illusion!

A shadow fell over his heart.

I've only been here a short while, and I've already lost a paper doll...

That reflection in the mirror was so eerie! Not only could it mimic his movements, but it could even directly attack him in reality!

Chen Mo dared not linger in the mirrored corridor any longer. Who knew what even more terrifying things might be triggered if he stayed any longer?

He gripped the flashlight tightly, ignoring the mirrors on either side that seemed to harbor countless malicious intents, and sprinted deeper into the corridor.

His figure darted through countless shattered mirrors, with countless distorted versions of him running wildly alongside.

The interplay of light and shadow creates a crazy and bizarre scene.

But in the distance behind him, out of his sight, in one of the cracked mirrors, the pale reflection of the neck that had just been twisted slowly reappeared.

It stared in the direction Chen Mo had fled, its face, devoid of features, revealing no emotion whatsoever…

Chen Mo practically smashed open the half-closed fire escape door at the end of the corridor with his body.

He couldn't find the regular stairs, but going through the fire escape was just as good.

He slammed the fire door shut behind him, leaning against the cold, rough door panel, panting heavily.

The oppressive feeling from the countless pairs of eyes in the Hall of Mirrors left him with lingering fear.

[What's wrong with Mo Ge? Why is he running so fast?]

The door slammed shut really loudly just now; it startled me.

Did some plot-driven death occur?

【I don't know, I was watching in the "closed-door" mode, I didn't see anything!】

The beam of the flashlight swayed in the narrow stairwell, illuminating the upward-reaching steps.

"It's alright," Chen Mo said, catching his breath in front of the camera. "Let's go upstairs and take a look. We didn't find anything on the first floor..."

He sighed inwardly; not only had he gained nothing, but he had also incurred expenses…

Chen Mo adjusted his breathing, gripped the flashlight tightly, and carefully walked up the stairs, each step extremely cautious.

The staircase was an old concrete structure, with rusted and mottled handrails. The soft rubber soles of sneakers made a slight, dull echo as they stepped on the concrete steps.

He arrived on the second floor smoothly, pushed open the fire escape door, and entered the second-floor lobby.

The second floor was similar to the first floor, but even colder.

A darker corridor stretched out to both sides, with densely packed doors on both sides and countless mirrors embedded in the walls.

The mirrors here seem to be more damaged than those on the first floor; many are reduced to sharp fragments embedded in their frames.

Chen Mo glanced at the countdown: 02:41:08.

Less than twenty minutes had passed, but it felt like an eternity to him.

After calming himself down, he marked the spot with red paint and decided to head straight for the stairs leading to the third floor.

But as he groped his way forward along the second-floor corridor, a suppressed sob drifted down the corridor.

The crying was soft, like a woman's voice, intermittent, and filled with despair and sorrow.

The source of the sound seemed to be in a room not far ahead.

Chen Mo stopped in his tracks.

Reason told him not to be curious, not to go any closer, and to go straight to the third floor via the stairs.

But another intuition, or rather, the "person in the mirror" task prompt in the nameless app, made him vaguely feel that the crying might not be a coincidence.

[Did you hear that? There's crying!!]

Help! I can't watch this anymore!

[The NPCs are back online?]

[The plot is too dense, and I haven't even seen the first floor's storyline yet. Thumbs down!]

What's the plot this time?

[Brother Mo, go check it out quickly, what if there's a clue?]

The comments section erupted again.

Chen Mo hesitated for a moment.

Grandpa warned us not to pay attention to any unusual sounds or images; everything here is fake.

But the task required him to retrieve a complete mirror from inside the hotel.

Logically, he should have encountered the quest item on his way to the third floor...

Therefore, the mirror is most likely either on the first floor or the second floor.

In comparison, the possibility of it being on the second floor is slightly higher...

Moreover, he had basically looked through the first floor and couldn't find anything that met his standards.

So now that an anomaly has been triggered, it's very likely that the mirror is located there. In any case, he has to go and take a look!

Just one look... just a glance.

He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, but refused to go inside.

He adjusted the flashlight beam to make it less concentrated, turning it into a diffused beam that illuminated most of the area.

He slowly moved towards the direction from which the crying was coming.

Soon, he arrived at a room and glanced at it; the room number was 212.

The door was tightly closed, but the peephole seemed to have been removed, leaving only a small, dark hole.

The sobbing was coming from the back of the room, and through the small hole, it spread throughout the entire second floor.

Chen Mo did not approach the door, but instead activated his spiritual vision, shining the flashlight beam onto the ceiling and using the reflected light to observe his surroundings.

The gray-black mist surrounding the door of room 212 was exceptionally thick, almost like a clump of viscous ink.

He carefully turned to the side, intending to peek through the peephole.

After thinking for a moment, he didn't go over there himself, but instead pointed the camera of his phone, which was broadcasting live, at the small hole.

"Everyone, be careful..."

Just then, the crying stopped abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, something flashed through the dark peephole!

A bloodshot eye with dilated pupils suddenly pressed against the inside of the cat's eye!

That eye was filled with madness, pain, and a chilling malice!

Chen Mo was startled and took a step back, almost dropping the flashlight.

[Holy crap! There's something dirty!]

[That scared me to death!]

【Ugh! I just threw my new phone away!! Brother Mo, you have to buy me a new one!】

[Special effects? How were they done?!]

Is she wearing red contact lenses?

[Oh my god, the makeup artist is amazing!]

Almost at the same time Chen Mo retreated, the doorknob of room 212 began to turn violently!

It spun rapidly, constantly rotating and swaying, emitting a faint creaking sound as metal rubbed together.

But the door remained firmly shut, as if it were locked from the inside by something.

From inside came the sound of banging on the door, the sound of fingernails frantically scratching at the door, and a hoarse sound squeezed out from deep in the throat.

If I had to describe it... it's a bit like the voice Kayako makes when she appears in "Ju-on"...