Reflection in the mirror Situ Yang stood in the corridor of the old house, rubbing the yellowed note with his fingers. Tonight, we will see each other in the mirror. The handwriting is scrawled, as if it was written in a hurry. He looked up at the clock on the wall at eleven forty-five. There is a full-length mirror at the end of the corridor. It has an old-fashioned mahogany frame and the mirror surface is a little dark. He had noticed when he went upstairs just now that there were some strange lines carved on the edge of the mirror, like vines and tentacles. Yangzi, what are you doing? Lin Qiao's voice came from behind, with a strong Sichuan and Chongqing accent. He was up so late at night, what were he doing here? Situ Yang turned around and saw Lin Qiao wearing a coat and holding a mobile phone as a flashlight. Look at this. He handed over the note.
