Bound to the Enemy in the Cognitive Corridor

Copywriting Shen Yanzhou never thought that the mirror paradox he had studied for half his life would be hit in the face in this way—— The moment he touched the antique mirror, he was dragged into a ghostly place called the "Cognitive Corridor." There are distorted reflections everywhere here, and every space is asking a question: "Are you the real you?" To make matters worse, he's bound to trouble. Lu Ze, the folklorist who had a red-faced argument with him at the academic forum, was wearing a pair of cracked glasses at the moment, smiling and shaking his wrist at him - the same blood-colored chain was clearly wrapped around their skins. "Professor Shen," Lu Ze tapped his lens with his fingertips and said in a harsh tone, "It seems that we have a close relationship. The rules of the corridor say that you will die if you are untied, how about... Let's make do with it?" Shen Yanzhou revealed it expressionlessly: "First of all, I will not cooperate with the magic stick who believes that 'reflection can kill people'; secondly, the energy fluctuations of this chain conform to the quantum entanglement model, and it is not fate." However, the next second, the corridor trembled, and countless "Shen Yanzhou" poured out from the mirror, all of them with cold eyes. Lu Ze suddenly grabbed his wrist, and the light reflected from the lens tore apart the illusion: "Don't worry about the model, these reflections are shouting 'fake' - they want to replace you." The moment Shen Yanzhou's pupils shrank suddenly, he heard Lu Ze whispering in his ear: "Believe me once, or we will become someone else's shadow together." Later, they broke through the study room filled with duplicate manuscripts, passed through the ward filled with unfamiliar photos, and faced each other back to back at every moment of "self-collapse"—— Shen Yanzhou used physical logic to dismantle the cracks in space, while Lu relied on folk metaphors to understand the words of reflection. One thinks the other is too talkative, the other laughs that the other doesn't understand people's hearts. But when Lu Ze was swallowed by his reflection, Shen Yanzhou violated "rationality" for the first time and smashed the mirror with his bare hands. Also when Shen Yanzhou fell into the "I am a fake" collapse, Lu Ze took off his glasses and wiped off his cold sweat with his fingertips: "You are Shen Yanzhou, not anyone's shadow. This is the rule, and... What I said." [Physics Paradox Maniac × Folk Mirror Weird] [Rivals are forced to bind, from trying to undermine each other to sharing a life] [Every corridor is a self-trial, and we are each other's only witnesses] Intent: In a cognitive corridor full of false reflections, people are most likely to be trapped in doubts about "who am I", but the encounter between Shen Yanzhou and Lu Ze just proves that the so-called "truth" is never an isolated self-identification, but a coordinate that is gradually anchored in the collision and fetters with others. They went from mutual denial (physical logic vs folk intuition) to mutual acceptance. In essence, two broken "self-perceptions" were put together in symbiosis: the "absurdity" in your eyes may be the "logic" of my world, and the "falseness" I doubt may hide the "truth" you need. What finally breaks the dilemma of the cloister is never unilateral "correctness", but the courage to admit differences and believe in each other - after all, even reflections need reference points, let alone living people.