A corner of Sioux City
There is an inconspicuous little shop. On the door plaque, only the words "Jingge" are written in black ink.
The store is dim and dark, and the walls are covered with mirrors. I don't know whether it's because of the reflection of the mirrors or the large space in the store, but I can't see the end of it at a glance.
The store door is open 24 hours a day. No sunlight penetrates during the day, and no lights shine out at night. It is like a barrier, separating the inside and outside of the door into two worlds.
There was a bustling crowd of passers-by outside the store, but all of them passed by in a hurry, as if they didn't see this small store with a strange atmosphere everywhere.
Chi Meng spent the whole day observing the coffee shop across the street, but no one came in or out. Finally, he decided to go in and take a look before the coffee shop closed. The moment I walked in, I seemed to hear a sigh: The story has begun...
The shadow in the mirror is virtual, and the shadow against the mirror is real. There is a connection between the virtual and the real.