When you stare into a mirror late at night, carefully count your reflection—if you notice that your pupils move half a second later than your mirror image, immediately cover the mirror with a black cloth. This is not a prank, it is advice from the survivors of No. 17 Qingshi Lane.
That knocking sound that always sounds at three o'clock in the morning may be you in parallel time and space asking for help; the childhood photos that suddenly appear may be the fake bait of the mirror image creature. In the following story, every word is a bloody puzzle of the truth, and together with Lin Xiaoman, you will uncover the most terrifying knowledge:
The reality we take for granted is just the docile layer among countless mirror dimensions.
(Before turning to the next page, it's recommended to check that all reflective surfaces behind you are working properly. After all, they are staring at you right now.)
Reader comments
I saw a sci-fi suspense work full of imagination and shock. What attracted me was its unique world view and intricate plot construction. It brought me into a mirror world full of weirdness, reversal and depth, and gradually revealed the terrifying truth hidden behind the mirror. It was logical and the plot was ups and downs.
I saw a sci-fi suspense work full of imagination and shock. What attracted me was its unique world view and intricate plot construction. It brought me into a mirror world full of weirdness, reversal and depth, and gradually revealed the terrifying truth hidden behind the mirror. It was logical and the plot was ups and downs.