"It's time for us to change toys." She patted the ball of dust and tilted her head and said, "Goodbye."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hands suddenly fell from the sky, grabbed her arm and carried her up.

Before Shirley could react, her feet were already hanging in the air.

"What are you doing?" She turned her head and saw You Huo's expressionless face.

The next second, a strong wind blew up.

The pursuer flipped over the overturned sofa and arrived in front of him in one step.

Shirley turned around and met Qin Jue's face.

You "Huo" held the little devil in his hand and asked Shirley to face Qin Jue, saying, "I won't run away, what do you want to ask."

His back was against another single sofa, and the things in his hand were heavy, so it was too late to run.

Qin Jue looked at him and Shirley with great interest, and said "Oh" and asked in a jokingly lazy voice: "Do I look good?"

Shirley: "…"

Their ceasefire was a coincidence, and the floor-to-ceiling mirror was next to it.

After being knocked like this, the mirror was intact and still stood firmly there.

Shirley's tears instinct began to fall.

The mirror suddenly rippled, like a lake thrown by a rock.

"What do you think?"

As You "Huo" said, he turned around and threw "Sherley" into the mirror.

The ball fell and hit the ground, making a "bang" sound.

Sally was stunned.

He glanced at You Huo and threw away the ball and was about to run. Unfortunately, his legs were too short, so he was grabbed by You Huo and picked up the waist of his pants in the next second.

"Is it likeable?" Qin Jue asked again.

Sali kicked twice, then lightened his waist and was thrown into the mirror.

"Others don't know." You 'Huo' patted the gray in his hand, grabbed the collar and pulled Qin Jue down a little, his lips almost touched each other but were slightly separated. He said in his usual cold voice: "I like it very much."

***

In the mirror.

"Sherry" and Sally stood there blankly. From the moment they came in, the black fog around them began to surge wildly. Countless black and thin hands stretched out from the inside, trying to grab their hair and the corners of their clothes.

"Sherry" rushed to the mirror and tried to get out again, but only harvested blood from his hands.

Sally wanted to pounce, but stopped at the end.

What are you doing when you pounce?

Useless.

The little girl who could make faces in front of the mirror and tugged her skirt around was gone.

From the day when "Sherry" crawled out in the mirror to replace her, she was no longer here.

Her head was hidden in her favorite ball, and her body was curled up and stuffed into another one.

The fresh blood in her body was covered with him and the fake, and was drunk into her stomach. The blood "liquid" soothes hunger and thirst, so that they can live in the world outside the mirror for a longer time.

Oh, not only that little girl, but also her parents.

The couple who forgot him early was the first food he swallowed into his stomach.

He stood motionless in front of the mirror, watching the lights light up in the living room, watching the crowds rush out of the guest room one after another, watching them pick up the shaking balls on the ground, as if they wanted to cut open and take a look, and finally stopped.

That little girl loves beauty so much that she must not want others to see her dry and haggard appearance.

He watched the group of guests go to the backyard, not knowing what to do.

Maybe... I'm going to bury his sister.

He also saw the wind pouring in from some door, blowing the curtains, blowing the small things on the ground... and blowing a rusty iron can to the mirror.

The iron can rolled twice and he saw the sticky note on the bottom.

The words above are big and ugly, with clumsy childishness.

Gift to Sally

When the black fog came over, he heard Shirley's crisp childish voice, which had been passed into his ears for several years.

That should be the first day he got out of the mirror...

The little girl gave him a piece of candy, pink candy paper, which was ugly and not suitable for little boys.

She said, "Will I call you Sali in the future?"

...

He can never get out again.

Because that little girl will never look in the mirror again.

The floor-to-ceiling mirror trembled in the wind for a moment, and then stopped again, without any movement.

In the empty living room, the system sounded:

[In the 197th examination room, the candidate Yu Yu's "Huo" made Shirley cry, and Shirley declared dead.]
Chapter completed!