Lin Mo bought a strange Victorian carved mirror in an antique store. At first, I just felt that there was an imperceptible three-second delay in the movement of the image in the mirror. Then I was awakened precisely at 3:14 in the morning, and the video confirmed that the image in the mirror would move alone late at night, and even show an inhuman and weird smile. Fear eroded his life, and he tried in vain to escape, cover up, and even destroy the mirror. The entity in the mirror presses closer and closer, the imitation becomes more and more accurate, and the malicious intent becomes more and more obvious. Finally, in extreme fear and despair, Lin Mo decided to face the mirror and question. The mirror changed, and a pale hand penetrated and grabbed him, announcing the beginning of the replacement. The story reaches its climax in the cold declaration of "Now, it's my turn to be outside", leaving behind the ultimate horror of identity suspension.
