Mirror Authority

Chapter 14 The First Nightmare Experience 【First Update】

Although it has been three years, but because it was the first "killing", the memory is very deep, and I have not forgotten it until now. At this time, when I recall it, it is still vivid in my mind:

rainy night.

He sat up with some headaches, only to realize that he was lying in a ditch with a bottomless cliff behind him.

Struggling to climb up, the mountain road spiraled and spread, extending to nowhere, with a car parked on the side, and on the other side of the hillside, there were tombstones and tombs everywhere, which looked extremely eerie and terrifying in the dark.

"Where is this? Where am I?"

There was no one in the car, only the low roar of the engine.

"my car?"

After quickly finding the driving license and driver's license, Yang Yi heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the name on it.

Get in the car and drive forward.

On the road, there were no other vehicles, no street lights, only the sound of heavy rain hitting the windows and rubbing against the tires and the road.

Just as he was thinking about why he appeared here, an anxious shout sounded, and then a young man stood by the side of the road and kept waving to him.

In the torrential rain, I couldn't hear what was said, and I couldn't see the specific appearance. I could only see the thick raincoat behind me, with the thick darkness behind me, like a shadow, so sticky that it wanted to swallow people up.

On the empty road, someone beckoned...Stop or not?

After pondering for a while, Yang Yi gritted his teeth and moved on.

It's not that you don't want to die, but in this case, no one can guarantee whether the other party is a good person.

Cars drive by.

Nothing weird happened.

Turning his head quietly, there was no one in the back seat.

Still just him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and after walking a short distance, the voice of shouting came again.

On the side of the road, another young man appeared, exactly the same as the one I saw before, as if the previous scene had appeared again.

His scalp was numb, and Yang Yi's whole body was tense.

He can be sure that he didn't turn around just now. According to the navigation prompt, he has driven at least ten kilometers...

Teleport?

how can that be!

Stepping on the accelerator, he rushed over again.

I didn't dare to stop the previous time, but I can't stop this time, otherwise, no one knows what will happen.

The shouting sounded again, and another figure appeared, still wearing a raincoat, standing by the side of the road.

Panic in his heart, Yang Yi continued to step on the gas pedal.

Three identical figures in a row, if you say nothing, you will never believe it.

Seeing that he was accelerating the gas, the figure seemed to be in a hurry, and rushed forward suddenly, blocking the road, intending to force him to stop.

His face changed, and Yang Yi hurriedly braked. The slippery ground made a sharp friction sound, and the car slid forward, but...it was too late.

Bang!
With a loud noise, the figure was knocked out more than ten meters and fell into the road ditch.

With a pale face, Yang Yi kept shaking while sitting in the car.

"As long as it can be saved, it is not counted as murder..."

Gritting his teeth, he put on his raincoat, opened the door and got out of the car.

It was dark night, I couldn't see anything, and the roadside was full of mud. When I came to the front, my feet slipped and I fell down immediately. Then my eyes went dark and I lost consciousness.

I don't know how long it took, Yoyo woke up, and Yang Yi realized that he had landed on a rocky protrusion about three meters from the ground. If it wasn't for this thing, he might have fallen into the cliff and died completely.

Heaved a sigh of relief, thanked himself secretly, rubbed his injured head and limbs, and slowly climbed up.

The asphalt road was washed smooth and clean by the rain, not to mention cars, there was no one there.

Could it be... the guy who was hit didn't die, woke up, and drove his car away?

hateful!

keep insulting
No car, no one, and serious injuries... The surrounding graves were silent at night, as if they would turn into shadows and rush over at any moment.

While panicking, a bright light came, and a car was driving this way.

Knowing that he would not be able to endure the whole night waiting here, Yang Yi hastily stretched out his hand, wanting to stop the other party's vehicle.

As a result, the other party drove past with a "Hoo!", without any intention of stopping.

His face was ugly, and after waiting for a while, another car came galloping.

However, the people in the car were equally unsympathetic.

"You must stop a car, otherwise, you will die here..."

Yang Yi was full of despair.

In the current situation, once the injury worsens, coupled with the cold, there is no doubt that he will die without a car.

Gritting his teeth, he came to the side of the road. Sure enough, there was another vehicle galloping towards him. Without any hesitation, he stopped in the middle of the road with two steps.

I thought the opponent would slow down, but it was too late.

Bang!
The body flew up, and then he saw clearly in the cab, and a slightly panicked face appeared.

Exactly the same as myself!
Like looking in a mirror.

It turned out...it was me who drove the car, but I was still the one who stopped the car.

……

This was his first nightmare.

It was also a time loop, and he was the only one who broke the loop in the end, killing himself in a raincoat by the side of the road... and escaped from the dream.

Although he was victorious, he didn't feel the joy of victory. After waking up, he vomited whatever he ate and dared not close his eyes for two whole days.

Since then, knowing how precious life is, I have a good habit of summarizing at any time, and even if there is a little danger, I must prevent it in advance.

These memories disappeared in a flash, and Yang Yi looked in the mirror again.

There was no change from three years ago. He was wearing a raincoat, and his back was as black as ink, revealing a few dilapidated tombstones from time to time. The boy's eyes were still full of despair that he wanted to ask for help but could not.

"This mirror, which was invisible before, absorbed Zhang Zhen's mirror image and opened it smoothly..."

After going through so many things, I am no longer as scared as I was before. I carefully considered all clues and possibilities to find the most suitable and correct path.

After a while, with a decision, he approached step by step.

If you can kill the opponent once, you can kill the second time.

The police uniform floated on the surface of the body, and in the blink of an eye, nearly half of the body entered the mirror, and came into contact with himself in the raincoat.

There seemed to be a powerful chemical reaction, and with a "boom!", his head exploded instantly.

The next moment, as if he had an extra consciousness, he raised his head again, and the reflection in the mirror also looked at him, feeling absurd as if he was looking at himself.

Yang Yi was stunned.

He can clearly feel that he is himself, can control and think!
Doppelgänger?no!
It seems that there is just an extra consciousness that is locked in the mirror and cannot come out.

And he can contact him at any time for his own use.

It's like the so-called dual-core in the chip, and it's like the dual-card dual-standby in the mobile phone.

It's just that the man in the raincoat, unlike his self-awareness that can maintain a clear mind at any time, keeps showing a sense of despair, as if life is hopeless.

It is indeed desperate enough.

The car was stolen, the body was seriously injured, and on a rainy night, beside the tomb, I waited for a long time, and none of the passing vehicles stopped... It would be hard for anyone to think about it!
"I thought it would disappear after killing, but I didn't expect it to be sealed in these lenses..."

1080 nightmares, 1080 lenses, is there a killed "self" sealed in each lens?
wrong!

While feeling emotional, a thought popped up suddenly, and Yang Yi felt cold all over.

"Could it be that this is not me, but an emotion? That is to say, what has been killed in the past three years is not myself, but my different personality?"

　Still at 8pm. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)