he came from the mirror

After changing the room, Fang Ziming took two room cards from different floors, and returned the cards and certificates to Equation with a dark face.

Fang Fang took it over and took a look: "Why are the two rooms so far apart?"

"There are very few houses today." Fang Ziming stared at Gu Zhao like a thief, wanting to open a wormhole on the spot, pack him up and throw him into a different space: "Brother Gu, this is your card, 8822. "

Gu Zhao was amused, and while thanking him, reached out to take the card.

"Then...Brother Gu, you should go back to your room and take a rest first." Fang Fang looked at the two of them hesitantly: "Ziming, you come to my room, we both need to talk about something."

Fang Ziming touched his nose: "OK."

After bidding farewell to Gu Zhao in the elevator, the two brothers of the Fang family walked through the winding corridor one after the other, and finally stopped in front of the door of room 8316.

Gu Zhao swiped his card, then pushed open the door, and turned his head to signal Fang Ziming to go in.

The excitement and joy when we first met in the morning have gradually receded. Fang Ziming also knew that he had caused his family a lot of trouble during this time. After entering the room, he immediately stood by the bed, lowered his head and said nothing, like someone who had done something bad. Like the primary school students who are criticized by their parents.

Seeing his appearance, Fang Fang couldn't scold him if he wanted to.

He first inserted the room card into the electricity access slot, turned on the light, then walked into the room, pushed Fang Ziming and pressed him on the bed.

Then, he himself sat down next to Fang Ziming, and the two of them stayed silent for a while, Fang sighed: "Brother, why don't you go home with me?"

Gu Zhao was not there, so Fang Ziming didn't hide anything this time, and told his brother carefully about the space crack and the shadow ghost invasion.

equation:"……"

Brother Fang was worried: my younger brother seemed to be getting sicker.

Also, that Tang Yu Xiaobao was indeed his patient friend.

Just as he was thinking about it, Fang Ziming took out the small mirror hanging around his neck and opened the mirror cover to show him his weapon.

"Its function is a bit like remote monitoring, and sometimes it can break the maze for me, or create a wormhole or something." Fang Ziming pinched the makeup mirror unnaturally, coughing: "It's just that every time I use it, To recite a spell, yes, a little shame..."

Fang Fang looked at his younger brother looking at himself in the mirror with a complicated expression (this is also the only mirror that can reflect Fang Ziming's image).

He now regrets that he didn't take a major in psychological counseling in college, and he didn't know how to stop Fang Ziming at this time, so he could only echo vaguely: "Ah, yes."

Fang Ziming took a deep breath: "Then, I'm going to read it."

When using the mirror before, there was usually no one around him. Fang Ziming had never activated it in front of Tang Yu in a serious manner, so this was the first time the young man had fully uttered the spell under the gaze of others.

Avoiding his brother's gaze, he said dryly to the makeup mirror, "The evil king's true eyes, activate." (Equation: poof!)

As soon as the words fell, the silver metal vanity mirror spun around in his palm, and opened automatically with a snap.

The two lenses fluctuate like water and light, and after layers of ripples, the picture appears in an instant.

The upper half of the mirror - a man with an extremely handsome face is standing in the center of the picture, holding a foreign curly-haired young lady in his hand, his face is full of impatience, and the two seem to be arguing about something.

The lower half of the mirror—the desert and the blue sky are bordering on the distant horizon. A caravan of wild camels slowly passed by the corner of the camera, slowly raising yellow sand all over the sky.

Fang Ziming pointed to the handsome man and said, "This is Tang Yu."

equation:"……"

Brother Fang lowered his head, raised his hands and rubbed his temples.

I might really need a break.He thought silently in his heart, could it be that food intake and lack of sleep can also cause hallucinations?

"This... Where did you get this black technology digital product?" He couldn't help but glanced at the mirror again, and asked, "You use it for surveillance?"

"No." Fang Ziming didn't want him to think that he was a voyeur, so he hurriedly explained: "It's all the meaning of the mirror itself. From the time I used it until now, Tang Yu has always been displayed on the top. In the end, no one else was replaced."

Equation: "...Is that so." Having said that, why does it still feel that something is not right.

Just as he was thinking, Fang Ziming stretched out another hand: "And this."

He stretched out his five fingers, palms facing down, then slightly closed his eyes, and said very softly: "Open."

For a moment, Fang Fang seemed to sense a certain force passing through his body. He couldn't help but tremble all over, his pupils shrank sharply, and his heartbeat suddenly lost balance at this moment.

He took a quick breath, bent over to cover his heart, and then turned his head to look around blankly.

The lighting equipment in room 316 flickered a few times inexplicably, and then the color in Fang Fang's eyes changed, and all the furniture and furnishings were added a layer of cold gray-blue tone for no reason.

It's like a movie with delicate textures. In order to exaggerate some wonderful emotions, the director forcefully changed the tone of the whole picture.The originally bright and comfortable guest room has now turned into a frigid style, and there is a weird sense of absurdity everywhere.

I thought this was all, but Fang Ziming turned his palm over. He obviously didn't say anything, but all the objects in the room started to move by themselves.

The curtains were swiped to close in the middle, the TV was turned on and tuned to the tenth channel, the air conditioner automatically dropped to a suitable temperature, two glasses were turned upside down on the bar table, the kettle floated dangling to the bathroom to fill itself up, and then Go back the same way and land on the base, plug in the plug and start boiling water.

The backpack that Equation threw away when he came in, flew to the single sofa by the window under his horrified gaze, the closet by the door snapped open, the coats of the two brothers floated up like ghosts, and then hurriedly wrapped themselves on the drying rack Then, he hid it in the closet again.Then the table lamp was turned on, and the slippers in the bedside table flew 360 degrees in mid-air, and the last one swooped down to the ground, right next to Equation's feet.

Tissue boxes, remote controls, armchairs, writing desks, and even the soft bed that the two of them were sitting on.All the unfixed objects in the room were floating crookedly in the air. Fang Ziming moved his mind at will, and these objects began to shake their heads and tails one by one, as if they wanted to say hello to Equation.

Fang Fang stared dumbfounded at the furniture floating around in the room. After a while, he turned around in a daze and looked at his younger brother again.

"This is the ability I got from the meteorite—the power of the field." His younger brother tilted his head slightly, looked back at him with a smile, and said so.

equation:"……"

In Fang Ziming's half-opened eyes, there was occasionally a trace of blue light looming.His outstretched hand was still in the air, and there was no wind in the room at this time, but Fang Fang could clearly see that his younger brother's hair and clothes were slowly rising, as if driven by some kind of aura, and he looked like a landmass. Immortal, awe-inspiring and inviolable aloofness.

For a moment, the boss of the Fang family really wanted to take out his mobile phone, call Gu Zhao, and tell him that he might also suffer from mental illness.

Equation: Help!My brother seems to be playing for real! QAQ Fang Ziming didn't know that his brother's world view was about to collapse at this time, so he continued: "The power of the domain, as the name suggests, is within the domain, and all the rules are defined by me. This ability is restricted by the region, and it is bounded by me in the mirror. The strength will be enhanced, and the domain can completely cover the entire Shenshui City."

After speaking, he sighed: "But in the real world, my ability is only so far."

Equation is still speechless, but his inner activities are very rich.

——to such an extent?That alone is already scary, okay?

—Where is the mobile phone, where is my mobile phone?What is Senior Gu's phone number...

—Mom, your little son has become a superman!what to do?Do I also have this bloodline? O mouth O——Damn it!Will I still be able to beat my brother in the future? _(:з)∠)_

Fang Ziming withdrew his strength and put one hand on his brother's shoulder: "Brother? What are you thinking?"

Fang Fang said in a trance: "No... I didn't think about anything..."

"So I'm not sick. It's just that the whole thing is too unbelievable. If you don't see it with your own eyes, most people won't believe it." Fang Ziming looked at the formula worriedly: "Brother, are you really okay?"

Fang Fang wiped his face, and finally woke up: "It's okay, I didn't sleep much last night, and I'm not in a good mood. I... I'd better sleep first, and when I wake up... I can accept everything... "I guess so.

Fang Ziming snorted: "Then I'll go back first, call me when you wake up."

Fang Fang was exhausted, and made a repelling gesture at him: "Go, go."

Fang Ziming was still a little worried, snapped his fingers casually, and the kettle on the table started to move again: "I'll pour you a cup of hot water, remember to drink it later."

equation:"……"

Brother Fang stared at the stainless steel kettle that was pouring water diligently. After a while, he made a pitiful, weak and helpless sound.

He said dryly, "Oh."

After leaving the hotel, Fang Ziming hesitated for a while, but decided to go back to the short-term rental house to see the situation.

It was almost eight o'clock in the morning, and the students and office workers left early. Many elderly people in the community were sitting outside to bask in the sun. Occasionally, a few of them were carrying erhu strings, shaking their heads and singing songs in the crowd. Son.

Fang Ziming passed by them, and quickly found the building where Tang Yu was. The Land Rover downstairs was still there. When he went up to the fifth floor, he found that the steel nails on the Xihu security door were gone.

But those 37 holes are still there.

Fang Ziming was silent for a long while facing the densely packed holes, wondering if this family had noticed that the gate of his house had been pierced into honeycomb holes.

At this time, he was standing in the stairwell, Donghu and Xihu were quiet, as if nothing had happened.

Fang Ziming took out the key, turned around and walked back to the rental house, unlocked it and entered the house.

As soon as he came in, the two people sitting in the living room stopped talking and looked towards the entrance together.

"Are you back?" Tang Yu smoked a cigarette, raised one hand and waved it casually twice: "Come on, let me introduce you to a brat."

When Fang Ziming approached, the man pointed to the curly-haired young lady on the single sofa next to him, and introduced: "Tony Tracy, male, 16 years old, a little Turkish kid."

After speaking, he pointed at Fang Ziming again, and said to Tony: "This is my current companion, Fang."

After waiting for a long time, Xiaozheng found that Tang Yu had already asked Fang Ziming to sit beside him. He patted the armrest of the sofa and said angrily, "It's gone? You didn't even tell me his full name!"