Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 530: The future in the mirror
Chapter 530 The future in the mirror
I can be regarded as a nostalgic person. I haven't changed my mobile phone number since I was expelled from the police academy. Counting it, I have used it for five years.
When I pressed the last number, the busy tone in the microphone suddenly changed, and my heartbeat also started to speed up: "Will someone answer?"
My mobile phone did not fall into the dream with me, so it should still be in the ward.
"Is no one answering?" I didn't know why I breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the cell phone of the underworld show, the live broadcast room was not interrupted, and no calls came in.
"It seems that I guessed wrong. The phone number of the show mobile phone is different from the number I use myself. This is strange. How did Ye Bing get through the underworld show phone to ask me for help?" I searched carefully. Everywhere in the phone booth, nothing is gained.
Standing where I was, I recalled a detail. Before the live broadcast started, Ye Bing called the show phone. She didn't know that I was on the other side of the phone: "It's a bit complicated. Where did I get her phone number from?" of?"
I put down the microphone, pushed open the glass door of the phone booth, and looked at the street without lights.
"The layout of the building is very similar to the unlit road. Could it be that that is the real nest of the underworld show? That's where Ye Bing found my contact information?" With doubts, I hurriedly left Sanchakou, it was too open , without building cover, easy to be found by passing thoughts.
I don't know how long the night of the dream will last. The idiom "long night and many dreams" is most appropriate here. I quickly ran back to the blue three-story building where Truman was hiding, and prepared to ask him to go with me.
When choosing this house, Truman was also very cautious. He said that blue is a relaxed and energetic color in dreams, symbolizing the sea and sky, so he decided that this house is not too dangerous .
Push open the wooden door, and the first floor is similar to that kind of shared room. Although it is crowded and there are a lot of things, it feels very warm.
"Truman?" I yelled upstairs, and after a pause for a few seconds, no one responded, my brows slowly wrinkled: "Don't have any accidents at this time!"
Entering the house, I used my judge's eye to scan the furniture and sundries piled up in the house, and there was nothing unusual about it.
Proceeding cautiously, I came to the stairs in the northeast corner of the attic and walked up slowly. The layout of the second floor was similar to that of the first floor, except that there were many human-shaped shadows on the walls and in the floor.
I've seen this thing too much along the way, and I'm used to it for a long time.
"At this stage, they can move in the wall, but they can't get out yet." I walked by the shadow of the human figure, and these abandoned memory fragments would involuntarily follow me, just like people walking on the road. The catkins brought up are normal, and I don't know the reason: "They don't seem to be malicious."
Of course, the words I use are just as if, in this strange city that is completely strange, I will definitely not joke about my own life to get in touch with these unknown things.
When I got to the deepest part of the second floor, I finally found something. There were two broken mirrors at the stairs leading to the third floor.
"From the outline, it looks like a vanity mirror and a round mirror. There is no place for mirrors around the stairway. It should be brought over by someone. Could it be Truman? What is he doing with the mirror when he has nothing to do?" I looked up. At the beginning, I suddenly saw a nail nailed on the top of the door frame. After comparing it with the hook on the frame, I suddenly understood: "In some places, it is customary to hang a small baked mirror on the door to ward off evil spirits."
Thinking of this, I had some uncomfortable feelings: "The evil mirror on the door frame is broken, and what's even more strange is that there is also a makeup mirror broken here at the same time. Is this Truman doing it? He is a hypnotist. Master, you have studied dreams so deeply, you should know that mirrors are the most taboo thing in dreams."
Thinking about it, I can't just leave Truman here alone and leave alone. After a moment of hesitation, I still went up to the third floor.
The third floor is a hall with scattered decorations. To my surprise, the third floor of this building is the same as the building that Truman and I entered for the first time, in the center of the room There is a mirror.
The mirror is at the same height as a person, and it is placed with its back facing the door.
"Old Chu?" Through the gap under the mirror, I found Truman's shoes.
Walking to the other side of the mirror, I immediately saw Truman standing in front of the mirror in a daze: "Are you okay?"
Truman didn't answer, his face was too calm, as if all his mind was attracted by something, and he couldn't separate his attention.
I followed his gaze, and my eyes fell on the mirror in front of him.
It is a very ordinary mirror, but the things reflected are a little scary.
Truman in the mirror seems to have been dead for a long time. Formalin soaked his skin into light yellow, and there are even many stitches on his face. I saw it during the live broadcast of Jiangcheng Medical College.
The one in the mirror was regarded as a specimen, and it was the kind that had been used many times by students - "General Teacher".
"Old Chu, wake up!" No matter how I shouted, Truman remained motionless, staring at himself in the mirror, looking at the stuffed corpse.
"Why is the figure in this mirror different from my own? Truman, it's time to go! The mirror itself represents illusion, and what you see now is all fake!" I am afraid that Truman will get deeper and deeper, He wanted to forcibly drag him away, but his feet seemed to have taken root, and he stood firmly in front of the mirror.
After a long time, he opened his mouth slightly, like a fish washed up on the river bank, and walked forward, unconsciously said: "Is this my end?"
"What ending? Truman, what happened to you in this room? Hurry up and follow me! What you see in the mirror is false, don't sink!" Staying in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to persuade.
"You are wrong. Dreams do not need to be disguised. Dreams are a natural psychological phenomenon. Dreams do not lie, nor distort or cover up. They are always trying to express their meaning, but the meaning they express is different. Self-knowledge and understanding by our consciousness. What I see now is my real self, a specimen cut by a stranger! What I have been pursuing is consciousness immortality, but I don’t want my body to be treated like this. Everything is doomed and cannot be changed, this is my ending."
Truman fell into a certain obsession, talking upside down, repeating something over and over again.
"Everything is doomed? Can this mirror reflect my dying appearance? Can it reflect the future?" I almost subconsciously looked up at myself in the glasses. Open——I am wearing a hospital gown in the mirror, and my clothes and skin have not changed, but my whole face is covered by a pale paper mask!
It's not worn on the face, it's like growing in the flesh, and it can't be peeled off at all.
"The examiners of the underworld show? No, the examiners are all wearing uniforms." My Adam's apple rolled, and I thought of another person who also wore a paper mask, but ended up extremely miserable. I still remember that I rescued Jiangcheng after completing eight live broadcasts, and returned to Wudeng Road after passing the assessment. At that time, I met a lunatic in another room on the fourth basement floor, and it was he (she) who handed me the information about Xia Chi. Note, I can still vividly remember what happened to him back then. The man desperately wanted to run out of the room where he was held. With a paper mask on his face, he almost ran out, but was dragged back by more than a dozen hands.
I have never guessed the identity of this person. Now that I think about it, he may also be the anchor of the underworld show.
"Could it be that one day, I will become like him? I will be locked in a dark basement, and all traces of existence will be erased." There seems to be another voice in my head, and my thoughts are uncontrollable, and I start Running in a certain direction, "This is my final ending? Does this mirror reflect the future? Everything is doomed, and the future cannot be changed, can it only be accepted?"
My body involuntarily took a few steps forward, my soul seemed to be manipulated, and an invisible force was affecting me, making me approach the mirror step by step, and I didn't stop until the tip of my nose was almost touching the mirror , Looking at himself in the mirror, the confusion in his eyes disappeared in an instant, blood was flying, and he suddenly raised his left hand, which was bound by merit, and smashed it at the mirror!
"No matter who you are, get out of my consciousness immediately! You are actually advocating destiny in front of a fortune-teller? How ridiculous!"