Don't Believe Me in the Mirror

Don't believe me in the mirror I am a forensic doctor. When I was dissecting the corpse of a faceless man, an oily paper note rolled out of the stomach pouch. "Don't believe what I see in the mirror." At first I thought it was a prank until my assistant pointed out that the image in the mirror was half a second slower when I turned around. A series of murders occurred one after another. The deceased all bought antique mirrors and looked in them before they died. When tracing, I always felt like I was being spied on, and items in my home were inexplicably moved. The surveillance camera captured a blurry white figure, whose body shape was exactly the same as mine. I finally found out that the owner of the mirror shop was the murderer. The moment I broke in, I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave. He slowly took off his mask, and my face was reflected in the mirror. "Don't you understand yet?" He raised the knife with a smile, "We are one." The moment the blade struck, the mirror behind me suddenly stretched out its pale hand and grabbed me—— --- The rain seemed to be coming hard, plunging the city into a chaotic darkness. The heavy raindrops violently hit the narrow high window of the autopsy room of the forensic center, making a dull and continuous crackling sound, which merged into a suffocating background noise that was endless. A frighteningly pale shadowless lamp hung above the head, and the cold light poured down without any obstruction, reflecting the faceless male corpse on the autopsy table like a weird, cold sculpture. The air is filled with an indescribably strong smell of disinfectant, mixed with a deeper, more primitive, rust-like sweet smell that belongs to death itself, weighing heavily on one's chest.