C6 Miraculous mirror

With these questions in mind, I fell asleep.

The funeral home had several unwritten rules, one of which was that you had to go to bed before 11: 00.

This is not because the funeral home will be haunted after 11: 00, but because the leader is too stingy, 11 will be off the power and Internet. So if you don't sleep, there's almost nothing to do, and of course you can lie in bed and play on your cell phone as long as you have enough rechargeable tape on you.

In the darkness, I could feel a pair of eyes staring at me, but by then, Chen Hai had already left. No, it's already 11 o'clock, why isn't he back yet?

I was still lost in my thoughts when I heard the dormitory door creak open. Then a dark figure jumped onto my bed, and before I could even cry out in surprise, he pressed a hand to my mouth and said to me, "Don't scream, it's me."

That was Lin Jiang's voice.

After hearing his voice, my heart finally returned to my chest. I shouted at him in a low voice, "What are you doing? You're scaring me."

In the darkness, Lin Jiang gave me a smile. "Bring that mirror along, I want to show you something."

I was confused and confused, but he led me out the door.

I was taken to the funeral home. It was dark outside and it was just the two of us. I couldn't help but ask, "Why did you bring me here?"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you." Lin Jiang held onto the small mirror in my hands, and carefully walked in the direction of the incinerator. However, right at this moment, a light suddenly lit up in the corridor with the three incinerator.

Previously, they were afraid of a security accident, so at 11 o'clock every night, the funeral home would turn off the electricity. Not only was the electricity cut, but the internet was cut as well.

But I didn't expect that the incinerator would still have electricity in the middle of the night.

"You just opened it?" I had a face full of doubt. I looked at Lin Jiang beside me and lowered my voice. "Have you gone mad? This will cause a security accident. "

"Causing a fart safety accident," Lin Jiang said as he held the small mirror in my hand and shone it in the direction of the flickering light. He then indicated for me to look at the small mirror in his hands.

After he said that, I noticed that something was wrong. There were a few figures in his mirror.

I looked in the direction in which the figure had appeared. There was nothing but a flickering light due to the unstable voltage.

The appearance of the mirror was completely different from the appearance of the corridor.

There was a lot of noise in the mirror, and many familiar faces appeared in the mirror. One of them seemed to be my father.

They walked side by side, smiling and greeting each other. Even though we couldn't hear anything in the mirror, we could feel that it was indeed very lively.

But now, the funeral home was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard. There weren't that many people, only a dark corridor.

I opened my eyes wide, thinking that what I saw was all an illusion, I couldn't help but take the small mirror from Lin Jiang's hands and look through it repeatedly.

I really couldn't tell the difference between the small mirror Uncle Liu gave me and the one in the day.

Lin Jiang laughed from the side, he made a small gesture and then grabbed onto me, pulling me towards another direction.

I looked at him in astonishment. "Did you clearly see what happened just now?" How is that possible? "

"I can see everything clearly." Lin Jiang said: "Do you know where this mirror came from?"

I shook my head.

"There was a well behind the funeral home. It was sealed when someone died. The mirror was washed in the well, so you can see things that others can't." Lin Jiang looked at me: "What you don't know is that I am actually Uncle Liu's disciple. Now, do you believe in me? "

"Uncle Liu has always been investigating your father's death. He was a Taoist in his early years, did you know that?" Lin Jiang sighed: "But he's not willing to tell me about the other things, he only wants me to watch over him everyday."

"Watching what?" I blurted out.

As I spoke, I heard strange sounds around the funeral home.

Without saying a word, Lin Jiang pulled me to hide in a corner.

There's a lot of garbage in this corner. There's probably a thousand mosquitoes there, so I just squatted down and bit a few bags.

My hands were scratching restlessly, but Lin Jiang kept me quiet, and a weird sound came from afar.

I looked in that direction and saw a few crooked people carrying something and walking in the direction of the funeral home.

I looked puzzled. If you looked closely, those people didn't seem to be human.

I didn't see them until they had carried it to the hall of the funeral home and by the light of the lamp.

These were paper men, and what they carried was a red paper sedan chair.

Seeing this, I opened my mouth in shock. Lin Jiang held onto my mouth tightly, not allowing me to make any sound. A woman stepped down from the palanquin.

I've seen this woman before. It was the girl who was dismembered at the age of 16.

However, this girl's head was on the neck of a woman who was in her twenties. She looked extremely weird, as if she was suddenly trying to force her way through.

Because when Uncle Liu's disciple died, he was holding the head of a 16 year old girl, so I had a deep impression of that girl and I remembered what she looked like.

Once I got excited, I accidentally bit Lin Jiang.

Lin Jiang gasped.

The voice was loud enough to alert the woman. She turned around and walked in our direction. Both of us had our hearts in our mouths as we hid in a dark corner, not daring to make a sound.

The woman walked for a distance and heard the paper man behind her squeak. The woman stopped and walked in the direction of the funeral home. Her high heels made a "Ta Ta Ta" sound as they stepped on the road.

After hearing that voice, my heart finally calmed down.

Lin Jiang and I looked at each other, and immediately ran towards the other door of the funeral parlor. We had worked here for at least four or five years, if we could still get lost, then there really was a ghost.

If one entered through a small passage at the back door, they would be able to reach the surrounding area of the incinerator.

Lin Jiang and I instinctively believe that woman went after the incinerator.