I deliver food in a bizarre world

Fortunately, the stairwell is just around the corner diagonally opposite room 212.

He rushed up the stairs two steps at a time, and the whole building trembled slightly with the sound of his footsteps.

The third floor was dimmer than the second floor, and the air was colder.

The biggest difference compared to the second floor is the mirrors on both sides of the corridor.

Although the number has decreased significantly, each one is larger and as dark as a deep pool.

Chen Mo shone the flashlight beam upwards, but the reflected light seemed weak and was mostly swallowed up by the dense darkness.

Thinking of the shadow he had seen earlier, and the rumors spread by the archaeologists who stayed up all night, he dared not relax for a moment.

He felt countless cold gazes being cast from the depths of those dark mirrors, locking him firmly in place!

The third floor feels even more oppressive...

[Mo Ge is breathing very heavily, is he alright?]

[Hurry and find 301! Time is running out!]

The live chat seemed to sense the somber atmosphere, and the speed at which the comments were displayed slowed down.

Most of the viewers were watching with bated breath, afraid that they might miss some exciting moments or get caught in a close-up attack while typing.

Chen Mo didn't have time to check each room individually; he followed the door numbers to find room 301.

Because of the hotel's unique layout, room 301 is located at the very end of this corridor.

Chen Mo stopped at the door of the room.

That door was no different from the other doors, except that it was covered with a thick layer of dust, indicating that no one had been there for a long time.

After confirming that this was the place, he suppressed his unease and reached out to push the door open.

The door wasn't locked, it was just ajar, and with a creaking sound, it slowly opened inwards.

Chen Mo raised his flashlight, and the beam of light illuminated the room.

Room 301 is larger than the standard rooms downstairs; it's more like a suite.

Upon entering, there is a small living room, where the furniture is also dilapidated and covered with a thick layer of white dust.

But strangely, there were no mirrors in the entire room!

Not even one side!

The walls of this living room are completely bare, without any decoration, creating a stark contrast with the hallway and other rooms.

This only made Chen Mo even more anxious.

He cautiously stepped into the room, kicked a box over to block the door from closing.

He knew the warning signs of horror movies and would never give the other party an opportunity to exploit this situation.

The flashlight beam moved slowly, carefully sweeping across every corner of the living room.

The sofa was rotten and collapsed, the coffee table was missing a leg and had fallen to the ground, and the TV cabinet was empty. Everything was lifeless.

His gaze finally settled on the tightly closed inner room door directly opposite the living room.

Based on the hotel layout, that should be the bedroom...

The note requires that the mirror be hung on a nail on the wall opposite the door.

He is standing in the living room doorway, and opposite the wall leading to this inner room door is the wall.

He moved the flashlight, and the beam of light fell on that wall.

But after scanning around, the walls were empty, with only a patch of mottled, dirty plaster, and no nails at all!

Did he misunderstand?

Not this door?

He frowned and looked around the customer area again.

But apart from the entrance he came in through and the door to the inner room, there were no other doors.

He approached the wall, searched carefully for a long time, and then reached out and touched it.

The walls were cold and rough, covered in nothing but dust and stains.

Just as he was puzzled, a flash of inspiration struck him.

Is it...

He turned around abruptly and looked again at the living room door he had just entered through.

Then, he retreated step by step back to the doorway of the living room.

He stood in the doorway, facing the inside of the living room.

Now, what he was facing was no longer an empty wall, but... a tightly closed inner room door!

The door mentioned in the notes refers to this inner room door!

The so-called "wall opposite the door" is the wall next to the outer door frame where he is currently leaning against!

Having figured this out, he immediately shone his flashlight on the wall beside him.

really!

Right next to his shoulder, about two meters up, a rusty black iron nail was clearly nailed into the wall!

found it!

Chen Mo was secretly pleased, but he did not let his guard down.

The inner door is right behind you; you have to face away from it to perform the hanging operation.

The nail's placement was so peculiar, it seemed almost preordained.

So... this is definitely a trap!

But he had no choice.

He took a deep breath and took out the dressing mirror wrapped in soft cloth from his backpack.

Unwrapping the cloth bag, he took the mirror in his hand. The mirror was covered in dust, reflecting his disheveled and wary face.

He checked the position of the nail again, stood on tiptoe, raised the mirror with both hands, and tried to put the hook on the back of the mirror onto the nail.

Just as he turned his back to the inner room door—

"Click".

A very faint sound came from behind him, like the door lock popping open.

Chen Mo's muscles tensed instantly, and he froze in mid-air.

He dared not turn around; at the edge of his vision, he could see the direction of the inner room door, where dark gray mist was churning violently!

He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to ignore the commotion behind him, and focused on continuing to hang the mirror on the nail.

The mirror was heavy, and the connection between the hook and the nail required a certain degree of precision and stability.

However, his hands began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

Because he could clearly sense a malevolent aura slowly approaching from behind.

There were no footsteps, but the breath, like a tangible chill, brushed against the back of his neck and crept into his collar.

[The door...the door seems to have opened...was that the sound of the door opening?!]

[Host, why don't you look behind us? I'm so scared!!]

[I can't watch anymore! Brother Mo, hang up already!!!]

The phone was propped up by the door, and the comments section was filled with messages, but Chen Mo couldn't see them at all!

The hook behind the mirror finally touched the nail.

At that very moment of success, the dressing mirror that had just been hung on the wall in front of Chen Mo underwent a strange change.

The dust on the mirror surface seemed to be wiped away instantly by an invisible hand, becoming crystal clear and so bright it could reflect one's image.

But what was reflected in the mirror was his image facing the mirror!

In the mirror, he stood opposite him, but with an eerily calm smile on his face and empty eyes staring at him.

Behind Chen Mo in the mirror, the inner room door was open!

In the darkness inside the door, the silhouette of a woman wearing a white nightgown with long hair hanging down her face could be vaguely seen. She was standing there quietly with her head down, and one hand was gently placed on Chen Mo's shoulder in the mirror!

Reality and its reflection were horribly inverted and merged at this moment!

In that instant, Chen Mo felt a chill run through his body; he finally understood the meaning of "the person in the mirror"!

I also realized the real difficulty of "not being touched by the reflection"!

There is a phrase, "a mirage."

The moment a mirror is hung on the wall and establishes a stable connection with the real space, the reflection in the mirror is no longer an illusion!

It became an independent entity that could be touched, and even touched!

Chen Mo in the mirror slowly raised his hand towards his real face, reaching out towards his cheek in the mirror!

The hand had long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles, and apart from its very pale skin, it was exactly the same as his own hand!

Behind Chen Mo, the icy aura pressed against his back, and he could feel an itchy sensation on the back of his neck, similar to long hair brushing against him.

The next moment, a cold hand slowly touched his shoulder in reality!

First, there's the sight of myself touching myself in the mirror, then there's the eerie shoulder-grabbing in real life!

If you are touched by the latter, it's questionable whether you can survive.

But if he were touched by the former, and lost his sight, he would definitely not be able to get out!