I deliver food in a bizarre world

"Grandpa, do you know where that is?" Chen Mo asked immediately.

He immediately realized that his grandfather had not yet returned to his hometown at that time, and was still living with them in Jinghai City.

When Chen Mo was a senior in college, his parents bought him a luxury villa.

Grandpa returned to his hometown in western Hunan after he graduated. As for when he came, it was eleven years ago, so when the Mirror Hotel was still there, Grandpa was in Jinghai City.

"I know some..." Grandpa's tone became unusually serious, even tinged with apprehension. He seemed reluctant to bring up the topic, and he wouldn't have said anything at all if it weren't for Chen Mo.

"That place...it's not just one or two wandering ghosts! That entire building could be alive!"

Live?

Is the entire building alive?

Chen Mo felt a chill run down his spine, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

He pressed further, "How exactly is it dangerous? What should we be aware of?"

"The mirror! The most crucial thing there is the mirror!" Grandpa's voice rose a few decibels. "The mirrors there can capture souls, imprison spirits, and even replicate!"

"You must remember, once inside, under no circumstances should you stare at any mirror for an extended period! And don't believe anything you see in the mirror! Especially... yourself, you must always remember that it's an illusion!"

Don't trust your reflection in the mirror?

Chen Mo recalled the eerie scene in his own mirror that morning, and a chill ran down his spine.

"And another thing," Grandpa added, "if...if you see someone familiar inside calling you or talking to you, whatever you do, don't answer, and definitely don't follow them! Those are just ghostly things created by mirrors! If you go in, you'll never come out again!"

"Understood." Chen Mo kept these key points firmly in mind.

Grandpa's experience is his most valuable asset right now.

"Moya," Grandpa's tone softened slightly, tinged with worry, "this time... Grandpa might not be able to protect you like before..."

"Once you're targeted by Qi, you'll have to rely on yourself to break through..."

"Don't worry, Grandpa." Chen Mo nodded. "I know what I'm doing and I won't force anything."

He paused, his voice steady and firm: "I chose this path myself, and I have to find out how to walk it myself. What you've told me is enough."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a complex sigh from Grandpa.

"Okay... Be careful. Call me anytime if anything happens. Oh, and whatever you do, don't tell your parents or Xiaoxing about this. You can tell your grandfather, but whatever you do, don't tell your dad!"

My dad? Chen Mo thought of his father, the shrewd and capable young boss in his memory.

"Okay." Although she didn't understand what her grandfather meant, she wouldn't harm him.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo stared at the countdown timer on his phone, his eyes sharp as knives.

Mirror Hotel... Living Building... Mirror...

Grandpa's phone call was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the last bit of hope in Chen Mo's heart, but also igniting the indomitable spirit in his bones.

Far from being intimidated, he was instead aroused to his fierceness.

He opened the shopping app and quickly placed an order for several items.

A military-grade waterproof high-intensity flashlight, a large black industrial garbage bag, red spray paint, tape, and some other odds and ends cost over a thousand yuan.

He never fights a battle unprepared!

Hmm... yesterday was just an accident!

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bustling street in the distance.

"A mirror, huh..." he muttered to himself, his eyes icy. "I'd like to see what tricks you can pull."

Mountains may crumble, people may run away; in the end, you can only rely on yourself!

He scrolled through his contacts, found a number, and immediately dialed it.

The call was answered after only two rings, and a nonchalant voice came through.

"Hey Chen, what made you suddenly decide to call me?"

Chen Mo pursed his lips, somewhat helplessly: "Stop messing around, Lao Zhao, I need a knife."

There was a two-second silence on the other end, then the tone became much more serious: "Send me the specifications and requirements. When do you need them?"

Chen Mo: "The sooner the better. Is there any action planned before tonight?"

A helpless voice came through the receiver: "Time is too tight!"

"It's okay, you can give it to me later! I'll transfer the deposit to you."

"Custom-made... 50,000 each. Send me your requirements. The more complex the design, the longer it will take, you know that..."

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow.

He knew the other party's background; this price was indeed not high, almost at cost!

"By the way, your address hasn't changed, has it?"

"No, thanks."

"You're welcome. Is something wrong?"

Chen Mo said helplessly, "Let's talk about it after tonight."

After a soft "hmm" from the other end of the phone, Chen Mo hung up, edited the message, and sent it.

He opened his social media app and asked in his fan group, "Does anyone know the Mirror Hotel on Laoxi Street? Contact me immediately, there's a reward!"

The group chat exploded instantly, with various @ tags flying everywhere.

[A wild Moge has been captured!]

[Mirror Hotel? The name sounds familiar...]

[Why is Mo asking about this place? What new material have you found?]

Chen Mo replied, "Yeah, I might want to check that out for the next live stream. I've heard it's pretty eerie, so I'll do some research first."

"Has anyone heard any related rumors or specific information? Like the exact address, the layout of the place, or... anything unusual that happened there?"

As soon as the message was sent, a member with the ID "All-Night Archaeology Party" immediately replied in the group.

[Brother Mo, you've come to the right person! My master's thesis was on the evolution of local urban legends! I know about the Mirror Hotel!]

Chen Mo: "???"

What major studies urban legends?

Sure enough, he just hasn't seen enough of the world!

The exact address of the Mirror Hotel should be in Sesame Alley on Old West Street, at the very end of the alley, in a four-story building that's probably in a terrible state of disrepair now.

There are many rumors circulating there, but two are the most prevalent.

One story says the boss was a mirror collector who used many antique mirrors of dubious origin during the renovation, but it wasn't enough to ward off evil spirits and instead attracted them inside.

[Another version says that a family of three was murdered there in the past, and their resentment lingered, attaching itself to the mirror.]

Another user with the ID "Compass Bro" chimed in:

[@All-Night Archaeology Party, Lao Tong is right, I've heard both versions too. From a feng shui perspective, that place is inherently a yin-gathering pool; the alley is deep, the buildings block out the light, and with so many mirrors reflecting chaotic energy, it's no wonder trouble is brewing! Brother Mo, if you really go, you'd better bring a compass... oh wait, for the sake of the live stream effect, never mind. [doge.jpg]]

The all-night archaeology enthusiasts continue to add:

[And another thing! I've seen some old posts and scanned copies of local tabloids that said before the hotel went out of business, many guests complained that they always felt like someone was watching them in the mirror at night, or that they could hear people talking in the room, but couldn't find anyone.]

[The most bizarre claim is that a cleaning lady swore that while cleaning an empty room, she saw her reflection in the mirror smile at her, and the reflection's movements were out of sync with hers!]

"Cat Spirit Master" posted a scared emoji: 【Oh my god! Mirrors are terrifying! Mo-ge, be careful! My grandma said old objects easily attract things, and you can't look in them for too long, or your soul might get sucked in!】

Chen Mo quickly browsed through the messages that kept popping up in the group chat.

At this moment, a group member who rarely speaks and whose ID is "Scooping Taoist" suddenly popped up and sent a voice message.

Chen Mo clicked on it, and a middle-aged man's voice with a slight accent came through.