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Chapter 234: Chapter 228: Person in the Mirror (Part Four)

[Task Name: The Person in the Mirror;]

Task Level: Trembling with Fear (High);]

Task Background: She was very fond of horror stories and engaging in Spirit Exploration adventures was her passion before the worldwide eruption of strangeness. After the outbreak, she came across a story somewhere which claimed that at 12:12 midnight, if a person alone in their room combed their hair twelve times in front of a mirror and said “Come out” three times, an incredible Mirror Spirit would appear that could grant the summoner’s wish. However, the price was… She didn’t know how she had died, only remembering sitting in front of the mirror combing her hair, and then she could never leave;]

Task Description: Release her from the mirror;]

Task Reward: 900 Different Dimension Energy points;]

Task Punishment: You could become one of the ones in the mirror;]

Task Tips: 1. This Evil Spirit cannot be locked down; 2. Be cautious of the real Mirror Spirit behind you;]

Remarks: To fulfill her obsession, you will need a rich reading history.]

Yan Junze scrutinized the task prompt that had popped up. The task’s name was The Person in the Mirror, but looking at the current situation, the oddity in the mirror wasn’t the only one.

And the woman in the mirror in front of him was the Person in the Mirror mentioned in the task, while in this mirror, there appeared to be an even more formidable Mirror Spirit.

Now, it seemed that since there was no specific task for the Mirror Spirit, its obsession wasn’t here. He just needed to fulfill this woman’s obsession.

Of course, he would certainly have to be wary of the Mirror Spirit during this process.

“No wonder He Zheng was muttering horror stories to himself just now; it turns out this woman is a story enthusiast,” Yan Junze muttered to himself.

Before entering this shop, he had already initiated Rewind, so right now he was not worried about anything. After pondering briefly, he then sat down on a leather stool and looked at the woman in the mirror.

“I like listening to stories, especially horror stories,” Yan Junze responded to the woman in the mirror.

“I like them too.” The woman seemed to be smiling.

After saying this, she stretched out her grey-white hands and slowly lifted her hair, tucking it behind her ears.

What Yan Junze saw was also a face without any features.

Having seen He Zheng earlier sitting in front of a dressing table doing his own makeup, at this moment, Yan Junze had every reason to suspect that, just like He Zheng, he was facing the woman in the mirror, but in reality, it was himself.

Then the woman in the mirror picked up some makeup tools and began to draw on her face, and as she did, she said, “Let’s each tell a story in turn. They must be horror stories, short and to the point, with a twist at the end. Hmm, I’ll go first.”

“Fine,” Yan Junze replied concisely.

The woman in the mirror took her time doing her makeup and began, “This story’s title is ‘Dormitory.’ It’s said that in dorm room 215 of a university, the new students who had just arrived for registration weren’t familiar with the environment, so they didn’t know each other well and didn’t talk much at night. But Lin was an exception. Seeing the dorm so silent, he climbed off his bed, sat up, and broke the quiet: ‘Have you guys noticed? There is no room 214 on this floor— it jumps directly from 213 to ours, 215.'”

“No one in the room answered him. Lin didn’t mind and continued: ‘Probably you don’t know, but I’ve heard that someone died in a fire in room 214 after they secretly used electricity and forgot to cut off the power, causing a fire in the dead of night that burned everyone in that room to death. Not sure if you’ve ever walked into the wrong room – these dorm rooms are exactly alike. Just now, when I came back, I went into room 213 by mistake.'”

“As he spoke, still no one answered him, but everyone quietly lifted their heads and stared at Lin. Lin felt something was off, wondering why all these buddies from all over the country gathered here wouldn’t talk. But the next second, Lin seemed to realize something, his brows furrowed tightly…”

“Is that the end?” Yan Junze, noticing the woman in the mirror suddenly stopped talking, asked.

“Yes, that’s it.” The woman was still applying makeup, having drawn her eyes and eyebrows, and was now drawing the bridge of her nose.

“That story is brilliant,” Yan Junze clapped his hands, “It’s chilling and has a twist at the end.”

“It’s your turn,” said the woman in the mirror.

Ever since his experience with joining the Strangeness Association at Tianmeng Science University, Yan Junze found that being able to come up with several thrilling horror stories at a moment’s notice was a basic survival skill in this era.

Although the horror stories he told, which were based on his own experiences, weren’t very popular during the process of joining the Strangeness Association, Yan Junze had gained some experience.

So after that, he specially looked up several websites dedicated to strangenesses, most of which were text-based, and deliberately memorized a few horror stories. These stories weren’t necessarily all about strangenesses, and their lengths varied, but they all featured bizarre twists and turns, which couldn’t have come in handier than now.

“The name of my story is ‘Mother,'” Yan Junze cleared his throat, beginning his tale, “There was a couple that always fought, arguing day and night, and when their fights escalated, they would end up hitting each other. One day, the arguments got particularly intense, and in the heat of the moment, the husband accidentally killed his wife. He buried her body in the backyard and life continued as if nothing had happened.”

“However, a few days later, the husband noticed that his six-year-old daughter was acting strangely, as she hadn’t seen her mother for several days and showed no sign of worry. So he asked his daughter, ‘Your mother hasn’t been home for a few days, why aren’t you worried or asking me where she’s gone?’ The daughter replied, ‘I’m not worried, but I find it strange, Daddy, why have you been carrying Mommy on your back these past few days?'”

As Yan Junze spoke, the action of the woman in the mirror applying makeup suddenly paused and stopped.

Then Yan Junze saw that the bridge of the nose she was drawing had become crooked, clearly shocked by the ending of the story, and distracted, she hadn’t drawn it correctly.

Upon a closer look, he realized that the eyes she had drawn looked very familiar, almost like his own. @@novelbin@@

Yan Junze couldn’t help but speculate wildly.

“This story… not bad,” the woman in the mirror said slowly, wiping off the misdrawn nose with a cotton ball.

At this moment, Yan Junze had reason to believe that ever since he had taken a seat on this stool, what he was seeing was no longer the real scene.

Perhaps, like He Zheng, he was simply sitting on the stool himself, with the illusion that the woman in the mirror was putting on makeup, when in fact, it was he who was doing it.

Now he could only hope that he wasn’t turning himself into a pig-headed figure.

“Is it my turn again?” Yan Junze asked.

The woman didn’t answer but began telling the next story while she started redrawing her nose.

“This story is called ‘Birthday.’ It was a son’s third birthday, and his parents were very happy, having arranged a small birthday party for him. The party was meticulously planned, with a big water bed, building blocks, and various soft toys. The son was also delighted, bouncing around on the bed, while his parents happily filmed him, to capture this precious moment. Suddenly, the son stepped into a void and fell under the bed, his head striking sharply against several pointed blocks, and despite all efforts, he died.”

“The parents were inconsolably sad. It took them months to start recovering gradually. Out of intense longing for their son, they took out the video of the day he died and mustered the courage to play it. Both sat together, watching in silence. Then, they saw something in the playback. As their son jumped on the water bed, a man covered in blood was standing by the bed, grabbing their son’s hair and pulling it up and down, over and over, before lifting him and violently throwing him onto the floor.”

“Phew,” Yan Junze exhaled and said, “I hope this is just a story, not the truth.”

“It’s your turn again,” the woman in the mirror said as she finished drawing her nose and began to work on her lips.

Seeing the face in the mirror that was nearly complete, Yan Junze was almost certain that the woman was drawing his own likeness.

He paused for a moment and said, “This story is called ‘So Close, Yet So Far.’ There was a young man who had just moved into a single room that he had rented. The room was quite large and the facilities were not outdated; it was perfect for one person, and he was very satisfied with it. After spending a day moving in, he began sorting out various odds and ends in the evening. After getting his bed arranged, he suddenly noticed that on the wall next to his bed, there were six or seven small holes that weren’t big enough to fit a nail or hang anything on, and he had no clue what they were for.”

“At that moment, he thought he faintly heard voices coming from next door, but the sound was too low, or perhaps the people were speaking in hushed tones, so he couldn’t make out what was said. Curious, the young man went closer, pressed his ear against the wall, and listened intently. After a while, he was finally able to make out some fragments of conversation, something like ‘Almost there, just about ready.’

“The young man thought he had struck gold, as on his first day there, he seemed to overhear from next door some inappropriate and indescribable sounds. He glued his ear against the wall, not wanting to miss a thing. But after a long time, it was still those few phrases being repeated, ‘Almost, almost, should be soon.'”

“He was confused, although the fantasies of a lonely guy kept him from giving up and he continued to listen closely. That was when he heard the voice say, ‘Yeah, that’s it, right there.’ As soon as the words were spoken, just two fingers’ width from where the young man’s head was pressed against the wall, a sharp, slim steel needle pierced through, protruding several inches from the wall before stopping.”

“The young man was utterly petrified; he lay there motionless as the needle was slowly drawn back, and then he heard the voice from next door saying, ‘Such a pity, so close.’

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