I deliver food in a bizarre world

It only lasted three seconds before Chen Mo turned off the flashlight's strobe and switched it to normal brightness.

He looked in the mirror and found that it was gradually returning to normal, reflecting Chen Mo's face.

The corridor fell into darkness again. He leaned against the wall, looking completely drained, as if he had just used up all his own energy.

Although he closed his eyes, the light was so bright that his eyes felt like they were being burned, and tears welled up uncontrollably.

But he was incredibly excited because he had made the right bet!

Strong light has a significant restraining effect on this eerie presence based on shadows and mirrors!

With the woman gone, the entire hotel fell silent again, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief, leaned weakly against the wall, and slid down to the ground.

He closed his eyes to calm himself down.

Having lost a second paper doll and suffering a mental blow, they hadn't even gotten close to the quest item...

"Ensure the mirror is not touched by any reflections during transport..."

Reflection...touch...

He carefully reviewed the situation, and a wild idea, like a flash of lightning in the darkness, illuminated his thoughts.

Since the reflection in the mirror can touch and even attack him in reality, conversely, can he actively touch the objects in the mirror?

He recalled the moment when the second paper figure merged into the mirror.

If the mirror is some kind of medium, then could he access the mirror on the dressing table in the room directly through another mirror without entering room 212?

He suddenly opened his eyes, ignoring the stinging pain, and scanned the mirrors on both sides of the corridor with his spiritual eyes once again.

He needed to find a mirror that could reliably reflect the interior of room 212, especially the dressing table area!

His gaze finally settled on a small round mirror hanging on the wall diagonally in front of him, near the stairwell.

The mirror was positioned rather out of the way. Chen Mo glanced at it and saw that from the current angle, he could just see a corner inside the door of room 212.

This includes one edge of the dressing table and the mirror on the table...

That's it!

Chen Mo muttered a few curses under his breath, put the live-streaming phone on the ground, struggled to his feet, and walked to the small round mirror.

He took a deep breath, held the last paper figure in his left hand, and slowly reached his right hand into the mirror...

He could feel that the mirror in front of his right hand was beginning to lose its hardness.

The viscous resistance from the mirror prevented his fingers from going any deeper.

The feeling was as if my hand was wrapped in a high-density, tight gel.

At the same time, restless scratching sounds came from room 212 again. The woman in white seemed to sense the abnormal fluctuations in the space and was showing signs of appearing again.

Faster! Faster!

Chen Mo gritted his teeth, focused all his energy on his right arm, and thrust it forward with all his might!

"puff!"

A strange sound, like piercing through a film of water, rang out.

His right hand, from his fingertips to his wrist, actually and strangely disappeared into the mirror!

A tremendous pressure came, and the mirror surface rippled slightly like the surface of water, enveloping his arm!

Because of the angle, he could only monitor the scene in the mirror with his peripheral vision.

He saw his right hand, which had been hidden in the mirror, appear out of thin air inside room 212, precisely grabbing the round mirror on the dressing table!

Soon, the tactile sensation of the object came from my fingertips!

caught!

Overjoyed, he pulled hard!

However, just as he was about to pull it back, an arm reached out from the other side, out of his sight!

This hand was pale and swollen, with bluish-purple nails—it was that woman's hand!

Because he was outside the mirror's field of vision, he couldn't see it, but he immediately felt a tremendous force coming from the other side of the mirror, fiercely battling against him!

What happened to the streamer's hand?!

I don't know, maybe she put her hand in the mirror?!

[Wait, look at the streamer's expression! It looks like he's having a tug-of-war with something!]

"You actually believed that? That's a perfect angle! Maybe it's just a prop over there!"

[I took my pants off, and this is what you show me?]

Chen Mo gritted his teeth, the veins on his right arm bulging, the chill emanating from the mirror was bone-chilling, almost freezing his arm.

The pulling force was astonishing; Chen Mo, who had been working out for many years, was still showing signs of defeat.

The mirror creaked and groaned in his hands, as if it might shatter at any moment!

But he couldn't let go; this was his last chance!

In a moment of desperation, he pressed the small paper figure he had been holding in his left hand against his right wrist, which was not visible in the mirror, with his thumb.

"Help me!" he cried out in his heart.

The paper figure clung tightly to his wrist, and a faint warmth flowed into his almost frozen right arm through the point of contact, dispelling some of the chill and giving him a slight increase in strength!

It's that tiny difference!

"Come here...!"

Chen Mo let out a low growl. He raised his left foot and pushed off the wall, supporting himself on one foot and using his waist and abdomen to exert force.

With a burst of strength, he pulled backward sharply!

"Snap!"

The resistance suddenly disappeared!

His right hand had been completely pulled out of the mirror, and he was tightly gripping a rather large round dressing mirror!

The moment he pulled out the mirror, the mirror surface, which served as the passageway, was covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The mirror is broken and can no longer reflect any clear image.

Chen Mo also staggered backward several steps due to the excessive force, his back slamming heavily against the wall, almost catching his breath.

He propped his phone up to the side, and the camera wasn't pointed at the mirror, so the audience was unaware of what was happening.

All we saw was Chen Mo pull something out of the mirror, hug it to his arms, and then crash into the wall.

A roar filled with resentment and anger came from room 212, shaking the dust that fell throughout the corridor.

Then, there was no further movement.

Chen Mo slumped against the wall, looking at the hard-won mirror in his hand, then at the little paper figure, and a smile appeared on his face.

He actually managed to steal the mission item from that terrifying room 212 using the mirror!

The paper figure on her wrist had lost its luster and become somewhat shriveled.

The third paper figure, too, had exhausted its spiritual power...

"Thank you..." He looked at the paper figure, silently said in his heart, and put it away.

Then, he examined the mirror carefully.

The front was covered with a thin layer of dust, the back had an ordinary wooden frame, and the mirror was intact.

However, on the other side of the wooden frame, four claw marks were as hideous and terrifying as if they had been carved with a knife!

That was the mark left by the woman's fingernail at the last moment.

Thankfully, the woman didn't grab his arm...

Otherwise, I definitely won't be able to keep this hand!

Thinking of this, Chen Mo broke out in a sweat again, and then felt a wave of fear wash over him.

He struggled to his feet, carefully wrapped the mirror in a soft cloth, and stuffed it into the innermost layer of his backpack.

I glanced at my phone; the task progress had changed.

With 1 hour and 47 minutes left, he had to get this thing to 301 as soon as possible!

Chen Mo dared not delay for a moment. Despite his mental and physical exhaustion, he picked up his phone from the ground and glanced at the live stream.

The comments section was filled with "RNM! Refund!"...

It makes sense, really. You're watching a TV series and you're in the middle of something exciting when suddenly there's a pixelation or the picture goes blurry, and all you can see is the sound effects...

He gave a wry smile and made a few perfunctory remarks before immediately walking along the second-floor corridor, quickly searching for the stairs leading to the third floor.