My House of Horrors

There was footsteps in the hallway outside the reading room, and the librarian was moving toward it, and Chan Sing, though still having a lot of doubts, had no time to ask.

“Alone, I hope you don't cheat on me, I can do everything I can to help your sister, but you have to make sure that me and my friends get out of this school safely. ”

Chen Gong and other members of the community gathered together, he was very credible, said to take a torch and they would definitely try to do it.

“I can assure you, but the question is, is my assurance useful? Anything can happen here, and even painters can't guarantee you 100%.” The often lonely red eye beats slightly, and no one knows what's on his mind right now.

“You've changed a lot since you entered the door, and it looks like I'm going to revisit our relationship.” Chen Gong is calm. He's always like this. He's indescribable. I don't know if he's singing an empty city plan or if he has another card.

“We are friends, also from outside the door, knowing that I will not harm you.” Always lifting the backpack in your hand: “You see, I also sent you something. ”

“We are friends, but I also made some friends in the door, and we are all friends, so I hope you won't make it too difficult for me.” Chen Gong did not tell Chang Lon that he had promised to be a friend of someone in the toilet on the top floor of the teaching building.

He was using Lin Sisi's phone to see that Lin Sisi had been bullied before. At the end of the video, he heard a voice in his ear that wanted to be friends with him.

Based on the idea of multiple friends, Chen Song directly promised to come down.

Now think about it, the owner of that voice, most likely the painter.

A lot of people want to use Chen Song, but if they get to know Chen Song deeply, they will probably regret it.

“Well, do as you say.” Chen Gong leads the other members of the community to the constant solitude: “Now can you give me my things? ”

“No problem, but you have to wait until you get into the mirror to open the backpack.” Chang Lonely did not give Chen Gong his backpack, but walked with him to the last row of bookshelves.

Several people pushed the bookshelf apart, revealing a mirror covered in black cloth.

“This mirror won't take long, you better hurry and get the approval of the school will before the painter finds out about it.” Always lift up the black cloth and hand over the backpack to Chan Song: “Stand in front of the mirror, put your hands on the mirror, look carefully, you will see the world over the mirror. ”

After taking the backpack, Chen Guo did not immediately put his hand on the mirror, and he took a step back.

“What do you want?” Often frowned.

“Relax, I'm new to this shithole and have no experience, so I want to see what other people do first.” Chen Gork stopped his urge to open his backpack and gave a torch a look: “These scenes should have appeared in your memory. ”

Zhang Torch nodded and pushed Zhou Diao to Zhu Long, standing in front of the mirror: “To be honest, I really want to live in the painter's dream, but if it's at the cost of freedom, then forget it. ”

With scarred arms on the mirror, a torch raised its head and looked at itself in the mirror.

Chen had discovered one thing a long time ago, and in the world behind the door, mirrors rarely appeared.

It seems that in this bloody red world, mirrors have other special meanings.

He stood at the end of the line, watching patiently, and if there wasn't someone around, he even wanted to find a pen and paper to document the whole process.

Blood dripped down the mirror along the arm, and a strip of blood crawled on the mirror, and it was not clear whether they were outside the mirror or from the world in the mirror.

Blood filaments are growing, and at some point, a blinking effort, the scene in the mirror suddenly changes.

It's also a library, but the library in the mirror turns red and bleeding, and every book seems to be written in blood.

“I didn't expect to come back one day, this time, hoping I wouldn't make the wrong choice again. ”

The torch outside the mirror muttered to himself, and he was still in the mirror, like a puppet without a soul, with his head down and his eyes closed.

“Pay attention to safety, don't run around when you get in, wait where you are, we'll act together, how powerful people are.” Chen Gong wanted to say something else, but Zhang Torch's condition was a little unstable, and he didn't listen to Chen Gong at all.

The head deformed by the fire slowly spinning, the only remaining right eye of Zhang Torch was red as blood, he stared at Chang Lonely, all the wounds on his body split, countless blood filaments poured on him.

“Your left eye is beautiful, I... want to eat it. ”

Zhang Torch seemed to be inspired by something, his expression twisted, and even stranger, his expression in the mirror gradually began to change, slowly becoming just like his own.

When the two were in sync, he pressed the hand on the mirror and was pulled, and his body was not in the mirror.

“He was dragged into the mirror by himself?” Chen Gong hasn't reacted yet, there is only a trace of blood left in front of the mirror, and Zhang Torch disappeared as if he had never appeared.

“The mirror can reflect your appearance, but not your soul. The mirror is your shell on one side and your desire on the other. You can see your ugliest side when you look in the mirror, and you can see your most dangerous side when you look in the mirror.” Sending away a torch, often making it a lot easier to talk alone: “The mirror behind the haunted school door is not the same as it is in reality. The painter sends all the wonderful things into the mirror, and all the ugly, desperate and horrible things are outside the mirror, so each of you will see a different self when you look in the mirror. ”

By the time Zhang Torch spoke, Zhou Diao had passed the mirror, he was fast, and members of the surrounding community, including Chen Gong and Chang Lon, had not noticed.

“Teacher Bai, I know you still have a lot to tell me.” Zhu Long seemed to have something to say, but perhaps considering the presence of outsiders, he didn't say it in the end: “I rarely trust anyone, I hope you won't let him down. ”

Palms on the mirror, Jurong looked at himself in the mirror, his tall body was reassembled, and what was reflected in the mirror could not be counted as a person, more like a cloth doll sewn by a bad child.

The blood in front of the mirror grew thicker and thicker. After all the members of the community left, Chen Guo stood in front of the mirror with two backpacks.