Chapter 7

After a chase, Wen Jianyan knew the layout of the dormitory building very well.

He cleverly used several visual blind spots to sneak back to the room where he woke up before being discovered by anyone.

It's no different here than when I left a few hours ago.

Dirty walls, narrow iron beds, and cluttered books.

Wen Jianyan's eyes hurriedly passed over the mirror hanging on the cabinet, not daring to dwell on it too long.

When he first woke up, he looked through the mirror and inadvertently met the face under the bed.

Even now, he seemed to still be able to feel the vague and terrifying sight coming from the corner of the room, making his hair stand on end and making his hair stand on end.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, calmed down, and then walked slowly towards the mirror.

This time he deliberately did not look inside, but directly took it off the cabinet door.

In the previous hidden branch, both the NPC and Xiaojie mentioned a crucial mirror.

This reminded Wen Jianyan of his own experience after entering the dungeon.

After he looked at each other in the mirror and the person under the bed, the initial 20 minutes of survival time were determined.

And if you recall carefully, every time the ghost appeared after that, it was in the mirror.

There may be some connection here.

Wen Jianyan pulled off a pillow towel from the bed, covered the mirror, and then looked down at the mirror in his hand carefully.

This is a very ordinary vanity mirror, oval in shape, with a slightly faded light green plastic frame that glows slightly white in the dark.

There is no mezzanine on the back, and there is no place to hide things.

Nothing special inside or out.

but……

Wen Jianyan gently stroked the uneven surface below the mirror and the rough holes drilled by hand on the top of the frame with his fingertips, a thoughtful look on his face.

In other words, this is supposed to be the kind of dressing mirror that is placed on the table.

However, it has now had its base removed, holes drilled in the top, and hung on the cabinet.

Wen Jianyan raised his head and looked around the room hastily.

Finally, his gaze was fixed on a corner of the table.

Among the chaotically stacked books, there was a small blank space, which seemed to have been left out deliberately.

Wen Jianyan walked in and took a closer look.

There were rectangular gray marks left on the tabletop, as if something had been left on it for a long time.

He turned the mirror upward and made a virtual gesture.

The size is almost the same.

At this moment, the pillow cover placed on the mirror suddenly fell down, as if it was pulled by some unknown force, and suddenly slid down!

Wen Jianyan was startled and subconsciously wanted to reach out to fish it out, but could only touch the rough edges of the fabric.

The pillow cover slipped from between the fingers and fell to the ground.

"..."

The air seemed to stand still.

Wen Jianyan remained half-bent, his eyes fixed on the pillow towel, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, as if a cold breath slowly crawled across the back of his neck.

It made his scalp numb.

The room was eerily quiet.

...This is a level d copy, a level d copy, a level d copy.

Logically speaking, it is unlikely that what has been experienced will happen again!

He chanted it over and over in his mind.

Wen Jianyan closed his eyes hard, gritted his teeth, straightened up little by little, and forced himself to look in the mirror.

The mirror is facing the upper bunk on the right side near the door.

On the originally empty bed, a figure of a person appeared at some point.

She was wearing an old-fashioned student uniform, with her back to the mirror, her long hair hanging behind her, and she was sitting quietly on the bed.

However, judging from the curvature of her breasts and the style of her school uniform, she is...actually from the front.

Wen Jianyan's hand shook and he almost dropped the mirror.

In the mirror, the woman's long hair moved slightly, and the head turned slowly, one by one -

"Crack!"

Wen Jianyan suddenly turned the mirror upside down.

He took a deep breath and slowly turned his head to look behind him.

The bed in the mirror was empty.

Unconsciously, Wen Jianyan broke out in a cold sweat.

He took out his ID card and glanced at it.

There are still three hours left to survive. It seems that his behavior just now did not trigger any fatal trap. Then... the "person" in the mirror just now may not be a danger, but some kind of reminder.

But...how to make sure?

Wen Jianyan thought for a few seconds and then opened the hidden live broadcast interface.

The barrage came in like a tsunami, densely covering the screen, and it was ten times more lively than before.

He glanced at the upper right corner and saw that there were more than 5,000 people online in real time.

Although he had already had a premonition, after seeing such rapid growth in live broadcast data, Wen Jianyan couldn't help but smile a little sincerely.

"!! The anchor has opened a barrage!"

"Ah ah ah ah, come on! Please look familiar!"

"Stop licking it. It's useless to be familiar with such a newcomer. The anchor will probably not survive tonight."

"Stop telling lies with your eyes open. How many newcomers can raise the rating of the entire dungeon on their own? They are probably the big guys who come to the Novice Village to play a few games."

"So, whose vest is the anchor? Can you tell me the decoded barrage? I'm scratching my head and want to know!"

"Please, anchor, please reveal it, we will pay attention to your size [50 reward points]"

"Please decode +1 [reward points 80]"

Good! Well rolled!

Roll them all up for me!

Wen Jianyan had a calm face, turning a blind eye to all the barrages asking about vests, and greeted with a smile: "I didn't expect that after not seeing each other for a few hours, there would suddenly be so many new friends in the live broadcast room. Hello everyone."

He scanned the rapidly refreshing bullet screens, selected a few fans with high reward amounts, thanked them, and then changed the topic:

"Did everyone see the person in the mirror just now?"

The young man glanced at the iron bed not far away and frowned sincerely: "This is too scary. I really... don't want to get close to that place at all."

There was a troubled look on his face:

"But, it feels like there might be some clues... Should I go up and take a look?"

A simple question, so natural that people won't think much about it, but it leads the topic in a direction where more information can be obtained without any trace.

The barrage suddenly became lively, and the audience watching the live broadcast started to cheer:

"Go! Of course I want to go!"

"Hurry, hurry, anchor, don't be afraid, just rush! [100 reward points]"

"It's exciting. I've seen this dungeon several times, but this is the first time I've seen the ghost in the mirror. I moved onto a small bench and sat there waiting [100 reward points]"

First time meeting?

That's stable.

According to the information revealed in the previous barrage, it is estimated that they have watched many anchors clear this copy called [Decai Middle School]. Since they have never seen the inverted person in the mirror, it means that she most likely has not.

Actively attacked the anchor.

Then it is more likely to be a clue.

Although he was clear in his heart, the struggle on Wen Jianyan's face became stronger and he seemed to be very hesitant.

Finally, after the atmosphere of the barrage reached its peak, he sighed and relaxed helplessly:

"Since you said so, then for everyone's viewing experience, I will climb up and have a look."
To be continued...