Before she died, my grandma grabbed my hand tightly and dug her nails into the flesh: "Don't trust anyone in the village... They can learn to speak like humans." She gave me a yellowed book with "Fake People's Guide" written on the cover.
On the night of the wake, heavy rain poured down, and the ever-burning lamp suddenly went out.
My second uncle caught me in the dark: "Xiaoxian, grandma loves you the most. What did she say?"
The bruise on my wrist suddenly burned, and I remembered the warning in the book: Fake people love to imitate their loved ones.
The phone screen lit up, showing the second uncle's feet - no shadow.
The corners of his mouth were torn to the base of his ears: "Didn't your grandma tell you? Puppet..."
"I'm most afraid of mirrors."
I suddenly raised my phone, and his rotting face was reflected on the screen.
Just as I was about to run away, I saw my reflection on the screen... Also smiling strangely.
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