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Decai Middle School
Chapter 16.2
The young man in front of him suddenly said, and raised his eyes. His eyes were clear and bright. All the excitement was hidden behind the calm surface, and in the darkness, he looked particularly soul-stirring.
Su Cheng subconsciously held his breath.
Wen Jianyan took a step forward and handed the mirror in his palm to Su Cheng:
“Look inside, what do you see?”
Su Cheng looked into the mirror with doubts.
Under the light of the flashlight, the small piece of mirror surface was particularly bright, like an irregular ice crystal, shining with a cold lustre.
“
Nothing.”
Su Cheng looked at it closely for a while and said blankly.
“Yes.”
Wen Jianyan smiled: “It’s nothing.”
Su Cheng was a little confused: “Wait, I don’t understand, what do you mean?”
Wen Jianyan: “Didn’t you find out? Even in the presence of light, it can’t reflect a person’s face.”
Su Cheng was startled and lowered his head to look into the mirror fragment.
The light of the flashlight was still on steadily, but the inside of the mirror was foggy. The light and shadow moved, but it didn’t reflect the face of the person:
“This
 really.”
Su Cheng’s eyes widened slightly.
Wen Jianyan retracted his hand, nodded contentedly, and said, “So, it’s not a mirror, and the “return the things” in the prompt doesn’t refer to the fourth floor.”
“Where else could it be?”
Su Cheng felt that his mind was already very chaotic, and his thinking can’t keep up with the other party’s pace at all.
Wen Jianyan was also lost in thought.
These hidden items should be related to each other.
A Normal-level hidden object was a severed finger. When he entered 408, the “him” in the mirror was trying to get him to cut off his pinky finger. The Difficult-level hidden objects were teeth and hair, which were also the medium that Xiao Jie and the old witch used to trade with the mirror. According to this logic, the Epic-level hidden item should be related to Xu Yuan or the fake “Xu Yuan” who tried to seize Xu Yuan’s identity. Because its position on the timeline was higher, its status was also the most critical.
Return the things back to their original places. The beginning is the end.
According to the logic hidden in this prompt, this fragment is likely to be related to the original sacrificial summoning.
Thinking of this, Wen Jianyan pulled out the notebook he had found on the altar from his pocket.
He took the flashlight from Su Cheng’s hand and started to read it for the second time in the light.
The handwriting in this notebook was very sloppy, and the logic was disordered in many places, with almost no sentences. Most of the blank spaces are filled with strange symbols drawn randomly, making it difficult to extract clear and complete information from them.
However, relying on guesswork, Wen Jianyan already has some vague ideas about the context and outline of this instance, so his interpretation efficiency this time was much faster than that of the previous one in the teaching building.
On one of the pages, he found several lines of scribbled paragraphs.
{I heard their conversations, but I wasn’t hurt.
I’ve heard these words countless times since I was a child, and these comments don’t affect me much anymore.
She just doesn’t have any other opinions to refute it.
I don’t hate her.}
Wen Jianyan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, obviously, “she” in this sentence was referred to Xu Yuan.
He turned another page.
{Mr. Mirror comforted me that it wasn’t my fault.
I just didn’t have a good family like her. A pair of parents, a good-looking face, a caring personality, and a natural likability.
I don’t hate her.
I just really envy her. I’m going crazy with envy. Every day I see her in the bedroom, I want to
}
The following words were blacked out, and Wen Jianyan carefully distinguished every character before he could understand what those words were.
{If only I were her.}
{Tonight, Mr. Mirror told me that there is a way to help me.
I can have it all.}
Wen Jianyan thought thoughtfully.
No wonder.
He thought it was very strange at the beginning. In this series of actions, the most difficult thing was not execution, but “knowledge”.
How does an ordinary middle school student know how to summon evil things?
Now, this question has been answered.
——It was the “Mirror” who told her personally.
Wen Jianyan continued to flip backwards, and soon, he found some clues on the page covered with graffiti.
He had turned to this page before, but at that time he didn’t know the meaning of the lines — Wen Jianyan stroked the rough paper with his fingertips, which outlined a familiar shape with random brushstrokes.
He took out the fragment of the mirror he got and put it on the paper.
Irregular edges fixed together tightly.
In the foggy mirror, a line of crooked small characters slowly emerged.
{Today, I found a talking mirror fragment in the old place, and I called it Mr. Mirror.}
The old place?
While Wen Jianyan was thinking about it, a little dampness suddenly came from his fingertips. He was slightly startled and picked up the mirror fragment.
On the page, the crooked small characters were soaked by water from nowhere, and the wet marks with unclear outlines slowly spread, causing the surrounding handwriting to be blurred with ink.
Wen Jianyan: “!”
He suddenly recalled something.
Every ghost in this instance, whether it was Xiao Jie, Xu Yuan, or even Old Witch were all dripping with water all the time.
Even the initiators were no exception.
It was mentioned in Xu Yuan’s diary — after returning to the dormitory, the other party stood by her bed and did not leave, and there was the sound of water droplets falling on the ground.
At first, he thought the sound came from blood dripping from the cat’s skin.
However, a cat’s blood volume is limited, and it is impossible to continue to drip overnight, nor can it disappear without a trace the next day.
It means the sound wasn’t from blood.
But from ordinary water.
Wen Jianyan put the mirror fragment and the notebook back into his pockets, then rushed to the side window and looked outside —
The night was dark, and everything was shrouded in disturbing darkness.
With the dim light, the outline of the entire campus could barely be discerned.
Teaching building, dormitory building, playground, artificial lake, and canteen.
Wen Jianyan drew a map of the school in his mind.
Soon, he realised that the canteen and the playground were all far away from the central axis, only the teaching building and the dormitory building were facing each other, separated by a small artificial lake.
They both had four floors.
The most critical room number in both is 408, except that in one, it is the second room on the right and in the other, it is the second room on the left.
All the clues were connected together, making Wen Jianyan hold his breath slightly.
It means, the two buildings are mirror images centred on the artificial lake.
The lake is the largest mirror on the entire campus.
At this moment, the familiar system prompt sounded again in his ears: 【Ding, it is detected that the plot modification has reached the threshold, and the instance is undergoing uncontrollable changes
】
【The new plot is opening
】
Fuck, again?
Wen Jianyan took a deep breath.
The moment the system sound fell, Wen Jianyan saw that the door of the opposite teaching building that had been closed suddenly opened.
Under the faint light of the street lamps, shadows can be seen moving in classrooms. Shadows, deep or shallow, move silently in the dark windows, slowly moving towards the direction of the gate —
Wen Jianyan felt a chill on the back of his neck.
If he guessed correctly, the mirror in his hand was the original “Mr. Mirror”.
It was picked up by the students by the lake. After understanding the weaknesses and desires of the other party, it tricked the other party into summoning itself completely until it became what it is now.
Then, the solution to this instance is very simple.
“Return the things back to their original place.”
Throwing the original Mr. Mirror back into the lake should be able to end it all.
——However, looking at the ghostly figures outside, there is not much time left for them.
He turned his head to look at Su Cheng: “Quick, we have to leave the dormitory quickly.”
Su Cheng seemed to want to ask something, but his voice was quickly caught in his throat.
Because both of them heard a familiar voice at the same time.
The humming sound was intermittent, and it echoed in the dark corridor, cold and strange, making people’s scalps numb.
It was the old witch!
Damn, she really knows how to choose the right moment!
Wen Jianyan, who was the target of the opponent’s hatred, jumped up like a frightened rabbit, dragged Su Cheng and ran in the opposite direction: “Go, go, go!”
The messy footsteps of the two echoed in the corridor.
The humming from behind stopped.
“Huh? It’s so late,” the old witch’s rough voice sounded extraordinarily strange, like some kind of sticky snake: “Let me see who is still running around in the corridor?”
Su Cheng subconsciously turned his head to cast a glance behind.
In the dim light, a huge figure with sarcoma-like swellings on its body, could be faintly seen moving slowly in the darkness. The cracks on the swellings flickered slightly, and countless vicious eyeballs peeked out.
Su Cheng’s hair stood on end in an instant.
Mommy! what the hell!
Just then, a dull bell rang from downstairs.
“Dang—Dang—” The clock struck twice, signalling the arrival of two o’clock in the morning.
Not far away, the stairwell was close at hand, and one could faintly see a beam of light coming down from above.
Wen Jianyan sucked in a breath of cold air, dragged Su Cheng to a sudden turn, and rushed into a nearby room.
Su Cheng panted and looked at the young man in front of him, and asked puzzledly:
“Didn’t you just say we were going out of the dormitory building, why did you drag me in?”
The old witch’s movement speed was very slow. Although they could avoid her by hiding here for a while, it cannot solve the problem from the root cause, and their retreat may even be blocked.
“I know.”
Wen Jianyan’s chest was heaving up and down, and he said nervously in a low voice:
“But it’s two o’clock, and the group of anchors are probably coming downstairs.”
Su Cheng: “Are you worried that they will continue to be bad to you? ”
“

”
Wen Jianyan touched the bridge of his nose and laughed dryly: “Haha, about the senior anchors on the fourth floor, there is something I may not have mentioned to you
”
Twenty seconds later.
After listening to everything, Su Cheng looked blankly at the young man in front of him who was obviously guilty, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
After a brief silence, he asked half-desperately and half-brokenly:
“Well, my friend, I want to ask you, in this instance, is there anyone you haven’t offended?”
From players to NPCs to Ghosts, almost no one left, all of them were tricked by this guy in front of him!!!
What kind of Plague God was he tied to!!!
The barrage in the 789326qwk live broadcast room was going crazy with laughter.
[Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!]
[Hahahahahaha thanks to the other anchor for finally asking the question, which was in the hearts of us viewers for a long time.]
[Other anchors’ live broadcast is to accurately control the boundary between overturning and not overturning the car, and this swindler is frantically on the edge of overturning the car every day. A legendary giant bird spreading its wings.]
[Hahahahahaha LMAO.]
Wen Jianyan’s eyes drifted for a moment, and he whispered somewhat unnaturally:
“Well, in fact, there is still someone.”
For example, the phantom that had been lying in the mirror. He didn’t offend him at all!!
“

”
After hearing Wen Jianyan’s defence, Su Cheng’s eyelids jumped ominously.
For some reason, he always has a strong feeling
 With this guy’s style, it should only be a matter of time before all the existences in the entire instance are offended.
Even the only one who hasn’t been pitted will probably not be spared sooner or later.
This is the intuition of the victim.
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