he came from the mirror

Fang Ziming only found three mirrors in this brand new apartment [-].

The first side is next to the shoe rack in the entrance, a rotating floor-to-ceiling mirror that can hang coats, caps, and scarves; the second side is in the bedroom wardrobe, and a large fitting fitting is inlaid in the wooden right cabinet door The mirror can reflect the whole person into the mirror, and the last one is the side of the bathroom. It has just been confirmed that this mirror cannot be "used".

Fang Ziming checked the places where the three mirrors were located one by one. When he checked the bedroom, he looked at the distance between the wardrobe and the bed (about [-] centimeters, just enough to open the door of the cabinet), and said in a bad way: "If You can choose, I hope it’s the entrance, at least it’s the one closest to the escape exit.” If it’s this side in the closet, wouldn’t he just throw himself on the bed when he came out?

That picture is so beautiful.

But in fact, after many attempts, Fang Ziming has discovered that the problem does not seem to lie in "not finding the correct mirror"—the three mirrors did not respond to the young man's touch, nor did they respond at all. It was revealed that he wanted to send him back to reality.

"What's going on, isn't the mirror the key opportunity?" He sat on the bed irritably, looked up at the half-open wardrobe door: "No, the mirror must also be useful, maybe it's just one of the necessary joints. There should be something wrong inside. Let me think about it... Could it be that time travel can only be chosen during the 'tide' period...?"

"Or, did I miss other key trigger conditions?"

I don't know how long I thought about it, but there seemed to be some small movements in my ears.When Fang Ziming raised his head, he suddenly found another person reflected in the mirror in front of him.

[-] The real master is back and is opening the closet to change clothes in another world outside the mirror.

Fang Ziming clicked his tongue: "... Ah, welcome home."

He glanced sideways at an alarm clock at the foot of the bed, and suddenly realized that it didn't seem to be the time for ordinary people to get off work.

The man on the other side of the mirror answered the phone. He had already taken off his coat and shirt, and he undid his belt with two or three strokes of his left hand. While kicking his trousers on the ground, he muttered to the phone: "Well, I changed the place. , I seem to be targeted by someone. Maybe it's a snail girl, but it may also be a bathroom ghost, oops, who knows."

Seeing that the man was about to take off his clothes again, Fang Ziming, facing the full-length mirror, raised his hand and silently blocked his eyes.

At the same time, he was still silently complaining in his heart: What kind of thing is a bathroom ghost.

"Miss Bei, don't mention work to me. I retired last month. Do you know what retirement means? It just doesn't accept work. No, accept, work, thank you."

Fang Ziming spread his fingers apart, and thought while listening: Although the tone was not good, but he could tell that the "Miss Bei" on the other end of the phone had a close relationship with him. Could it be that he was a colleague at work?

"Say it again? You want to introduce me to the fashion week show? You can forget it for me!"

"No, never! I'd rather go to a survival game than catwalk in a thong! Well, of course, I won't participate in a survival game."

"No, I didn't discriminate against runways and catwalks. I just discriminated against you. Don't think I don't know. You always want me to go naked with Johnson and the others at Fashion Week. Don't deny it."

Fang Ziming removed the hand that was blocking his eyes and covered his mouth instead.To be honest, he kind of wanted to laugh.

"Shut up, thank you so much. Aha, what's the matter with you being beautiful? You're a fairy and I won't take jobs. I don't care to look at you."

"Stop, don't act like a spoiled child, I'll fucking vomit."

Fang Ziming finally couldn't hold back: "Pfft."

The man on the opposite side of the mirror suddenly stopped moving, his eyes shot like a wolf, and he said in a stern voice, "Who!"

Fang Ziming's movements froze, he almost stopped breathing, and the expression on his face was both startled and horrified.

How is it possible, how could this guy hear the voice in the mirror world? !

Not allowing him to think about it, the young man watched the other party hang up the phone in disbelief, the man walked to the front of the closet in a few steps, he stretched out his hand and completely opened the two white closet doors that were not closed, and a pair of dark eyes scratched through all corners of the cabinet.

Then, their eyes collided across the mirror.

puff.

Pfft!

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!

The heart suddenly beat violently uncontrollably, Fang Ziming shivered, he bent down, raised his hand to hold his heart, like a fish that was extremely hypoxic, with its mouth wide open and struggling to breathe.

In just a few seconds, intense tinnitus and flashing visions appeared on him one after another. The young man swayed twice, then rolled over from the edge of the bed to the floor, and his consciousness began to struggle between sobriety and coma.

An idea was about to come out, and the extreme desire for something began to slowly invade his brain.

On the other side of reality, the man who had already put one hand on the mirror suddenly turned his head, and his eyes almost immediately locked on the suitcase lying on the door of the bedroom.

boom.

boom.

boom.

This dark blue box was originally thrown there randomly by the owner. Tang Yu knows what is in the box best, but at this moment it seems to be filled with some living thing. The unknown thing is eager to break out of the cage , Its strength is getting stronger and stronger, hitting the inner wall of the box from the inside again and again.

Because of the force of the blow, the suitcase bounced and slowly moved on the floor, getting closer and closer to the man's position.

When it finally "jumped" to the closet, Tang Yu raised his right leg calmly, kicked the suitcase, and kicked the heavy suitcase back to the place where it had been a few minutes ago— — the bedroom door.

Unidentified objects in suitcases & boxes:  …

If this box could talk, it would have been pointing to Tang Yu to greet the eighteenth generation of his ancestors by now.

Tang Yu rubbed his chin and stared at the vibrant suitcase from a distance, feeling that things were unusual: "Why are there so many strange things these days. I don't remember ever stuffing strange things in my suitcase. Could it be haunted again?"

The suitcase was only quiet for a few seconds, and then began to shake again "dongdongdong".

Tang Yu reached under the pillow of the bed and took out a black tactical knife from underneath. Then he turned and walked to the door, and slowly squatted down beside the box.

"It's so noisy, it can't be that my electric shaver suddenly went crazy." He muttered, while reaching out to open the safety lock, and then turned the direction of the opening to himself, and violently opened the door of the box. Top cover: "Come on, let me see if there are any surprises inside."

pat!

A familiar metal box the size of a palm rolled out of it. It spun around and bumped against the man's feet.

Tang Yu narrowed his eyes: "I didn't seem to bring you with me when I packed my luggage yesterday."

The metal box jumped up, and then hit the floor heavily, making a muffled "boom", as if responding to his words.

The man picked up the small box, hesitated for a while, and chose to unlock the combination lock.

The lid of the box popped open, and what was hidden inside was immediately exposed. Tang Yu looked down and found that the ice-blue stone was trembling silently.

A heart-pounding sense of dread crawled up his scalp in an instant along his spine.

Tang Yu was alert, he flicked his wrist almost subconsciously, and the metal box was thrown flying out immediately.However, before the box landed, a blue light visible to the naked eye knocked open the box cover, shooting towards Tang Yu's direction like lightning!

At the same time, on the floor of the mirror world, the young man who was almost in a coma suddenly opened his eyes.

The imminent thoughts had reached their peak, the young man's eyes were slightly closed, and he looked not sober, he jumped up on the floor, walked to the wardrobe in a few steps, and stared fixedly at the door embedded in the cabinet door. That full-length mirror.

Fang Ziming's heart beat faster and faster, he took a step forward, as if being pulled by an inexplicable force, he just fell into the mirror.

In the real world, Tang Yu blocked the front door with a knife in his backhand, and the rapid blue light hit the cold knife surface, making a loud clang.

when!

The man held the handle of the knife tightly, only to feel a faint numbness at the tiger's mouth.

To his surprise, the blue light that hit him was not bounced off by the knife, but instead snaked up along the blade, like a viper locking on to its prey. The moment Tang Yu threw the dagger, it ruthlessly " Bite" on the back of his left hand.

"...Fuck!"

At the same moment, someone appeared out of thin air from the closet and ran straight into Tang Yu's arms.

Tang Yu's eyelids twitched suddenly: "Who?!"

The man was startled by the young man throwing himself into his arms, and in just a few seconds, the blue light had already firmly "bitten" his hand.Tang Yu couldn't help swearing in a low voice, while grabbing the young man's collar and tearing him from his arms, he frantically swung his left hand, trying to get rid of another unknown person who was also "stalking" him. object.

"Wait...fuck...for the third time! Brat, how did you get in here?" He immediately recognized the uninvited guest who attacked him, and his heart suddenly became more angry.

Fang Ziming couldn't tell what was going on with him either. He fixed his eyes on the man's left hand that was shining with blue light, and his ears were filled with the sound of his own heartbeat and breathing, and the strange thought in his mind also disappeared along with the palpitations. became more and more intense.

The commotion in his chest came from the celestial stone, urging him, urging him to get closer to the blue light.

Fang Ziming knew what it wanted to do.

No one had ever told him these things, but when Fang Ziming saw the fragment of the meteorite in front of him, he immediately understood—it was the Pennystone, it had not yet fused with any living body, it was an unowned thing.

If you can take it as your own, your power will be tens of thousands of times stronger than it is now.

—Take it away.

He was in a daze, and murmured: "I...I don't want to..."

The author has something to say: I will ask for a day off tomorrow, and there are not many manuscripts left _(:з」∠)_Crazy rush to draft...

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Tang Yu: "Today, I was also peeped by a little pervert. My charm is boundless:)"

Fang Ziming: "I..."

Fang Ziming (give up resistance): "Well, I have memorized your measurements."

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Thanks for the five-five-five-day Xinda, Yiyiyi, and Mingquan for the mines~!mwah! =[-]=

Thank you guys for the nutrient solution irrigated~~