"Is the mirror looking at you, or is it looking at itself in the mirror?"
I don't know when a mirror appeared at the stairway on the fifth floor of the girls' dormitory.
Large, thin pieces of wood with jagged edges were glued to the back of the mirror, as if someone had forcefully peeled them off the board.
No one wants to explore why the mirror appears here. They just stop to sort out their clothes when passing by it.
Until one day, people suddenly started dying one after another in the building.
The first one is Zhou Fanyin's roommate.
She didn't return home all night, and the next morning she was found lying in front of the mirror at the staircase on the fifth floor.
At hand is a sentence written in blood: Do you know where the mirror comes from?
The second one is the school committee member who lives opposite Zhou Fanyin.
When he woke up, he found Zombie dead in his bed.
There is also a sentence written in blood on the bed sheet: Do you know where the mirror comes from?
The third one is a little girl who lives in the dormitory at the end of the fifth floor.
He died inexplicably on an untouched rooftop.
Next to her, there is the same sentence written in blood: Do you know where the mirror comes from?
Where did the mirror come from?
Zhou Fanyin's chin was lifted by cold fingertips.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at the careless man in front of her, and suddenly curled her lips.
"I don't know where the mirror comes from, but I know it's looking at you."
Copywritten on Weibo @BU 2023-5-15 screenshot retained
Revised on 2024-1-1
Intention: Believe in the truth
