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Chapter 19 Mirror Realm ([-])

The cabinet was neatly organized, with colorful theatrical costumes hung neatly on hangers, ranging from exaggerated and gorgeous palace attire to simple everyday professional attire.But He Si looked from left to right, from inside to outside, and looked at all the clothes, but she never felt the strange feeling before.

"It's a fitting mirror." Lao Chaofeng saw He Si's frustration. Her confused expression fell on the yellowed mirror on the left side of the iron cabinet.

"Mirror?" He Si's heart moved.

"By the way, let's go in and take a look."

Qin Jian held He Si's hand again. Before she could take a closer look at the tall mirror, she felt that the world around her was shaking and her body became light, as if she was under the water looking up at the world above the water.

The light is dim, the clutter is blurred, the wardrobe is twisted, and the clothes hanging on the hangers are windless.

He Si paused for two seconds, and everything returned to normal, as if the changes just now were just her illusion, but she knew that she was no longer in the original props room. She asked curiously: "Where is this place?"

"Mirror Realm."

Following Qin Jian's answer, He Si's palms heated up, and a little fluorescence appeared on her side.

"Little monkey, you can come out!" He Si was overjoyed. She looked at the dim light that had saved her from fire and water twice, and recalled Qin Jian's comforting words to her before, and added, "Mirror Realm... this is the illusion. Well, then here, illusory things can hurt people, right?"

"Where is that place over there?" Qin Jian did not answer her question. Instead, he walked out of the room and pointed towards the southeast corner of the building.

"It should be the auditorium, but it's not in use." He Si wasn't sure, but looking at the prop room behind her, it seemed that this auditorium was the most closely related.

"Go and have a look."

"Yes." He Si nodded, then touched the little monkey guarding her side with her fingertips, signaling it to return to her palm.

Her memory still retained the shadow of her trip to the mountains and the midnight visitors, and she couldn't help but feel worried when she came to the illusion again.But the road leading to the auditorium was unexpectedly calm, apparently the calm before the storm.Seeing that the destination was right in front of her, she took more steps.

The three of them were still standing outside the door, not having a glimpse of the entire auditorium. They had already heard bursts of footsteps coming from the unused auditorium, sometimes thin, sometimes heavy, and seemed to be accompanied by a woman's untuned humming.Fan Yu winked at the two of them and pushed the door open a crack in the most gentle way.

squeak-

On the empty stage, a slender and slender woman was dancing gracefully, her hair swaying, her long skirt flowing, and lotuses growing under her feet, swaying in various shapes.

Although she was mentally prepared, He Si's heart was still in her throat when she saw the figure spinning alone on the huge stage.

On his side, Fan Yu's muscles were tense, but Qin Jian still walked calmly.

"Do you know each other?" Fan Yu asked in a low voice as he walked sideways into the hall.

"It seems to be Song Ya, the leader of the art troupe." He Si felt that her throat was tight and she felt uncomfortable all over.

The dancing woman seemed not to notice the three uninvited guests at all. She was still focused on the dance music she was singing, staring intently at her toes. The weird and unknown tune filled the air.She wore an extremely bright red dress with an elegant and dazzling hem. Her image once overlapped with Gao Lan, a female anchor who loves to wear red dresses.

However, the temperament of the two people was very different. Although they were far apart, He Si could still imagine that outstanding face, the slender willow eyebrows paired with the narrow red phoenix eyes, the delicate nose bridge, the sharp jaw line, the slender neck, and even It is a delicate and elegant makeup, and everything about her has a Chinese gentle style.

"What should I do? Do I want to take it down?" Facing such a thin college girl, Fan Yu was in a dilemma for a while.

Unexpectedly, his words were like some kind of trigger switch. The weird tune stopped abruptly. Song Ya, who had ignored the dancing of the three people a second ago, suddenly became weird. Her limbs were stiff, her movements were weird, and her dancing posture was stagnant. , like a puppet manipulated by others, losing its original smoothness and softness.

"Why are you here? Why are you meddling in other people's business?" Her eyes passed through He Si and looked into the endless distance until they lost focus.

"Girl, are you okay?" Fan Yu stretched out his hand and moved forward slowly, as if he wanted to stop something.

"Why are you here? Why are you meddling in your own business? Why are you here? Why are you meddling in your own business?" Song Ya was like Yuan Yuan that day, persistently repeating the same sentence, moving like three people while talking.

He Si's hair stood on end, and she instinctively avoided the face that was getting closer and closer, for fear that the next second her beautiful face and moonlight would be like Yuan Yuan, leaving only a bare skin.

"Take off that dress." Behind him, Qin Jian finally spoke.

Following Qin Jian's words, He Si also noticed the difference in Song Ya's clothing. Her red dress seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist. When she looked closely, she found that it was an almost transparent blouse with a With a hint of elegant white, it is like a dream, like something or nothing.

Song Ya, who was still twitching, stopped completely. The strange aura seemed to have an entity, flowing slowly around the lonely figure on the stage, as if she was about to attack at the next moment.

"Is she still Song Ya?" Fan Yu asked cautiously.

"Yes."

Qin Jian answered in the affirmative, but Fan Yu became embarrassed. He obviously saw the dress, but he couldn't grab it forcefully. He carefully considered his words and persuaded her, "Little girl, don't be impulsive. This old gentleman is not trying to be a hooligan. The main thing is This blouse of yours is a bit evil, take it off and show us..."

"Don't think about it!"

Fan Yu's words of persuasion were interrupted by a shrill female voice midway through. Then, there was just a click. Song Ya, who had just been standing in front of the three people, suddenly fell backwards, her body twisted at an incredible angle, and her upper body was lying on the ground. With his lower body lying on his back, a pair of red phoenix eyes squinted at them.

"What was that sound just now? Her spine won't be broken." The human figure in front of him was too twisted. Even Fan Yu couldn't help but feel anxious. He could only relieve his uneasiness through casual thoughts, "Miss He, she is not Are you a classmate? You, please advise her."

"I'm not... not very familiar either..." He Si's mind went blank and she almost closed her eyes in fear.

"People of the same age...it's easier to communicate with people of the same age, isn't it? I'm older, and Uncle Qin is even more senile. I don't understand what you young people are thinking. It's just a piece of clothing, why are you so obsessed with it."

He Si licked her chapped lips, tried to steady her trembling voice and said, "Captain Song's red dress is particularly beautiful, but this blouse is foggy and looks draggy when dancing, so I'd better take it off."

"You also want this dress of mine." Song Ya spoke, her head suddenly turned 180 degrees, and a gentle smile appeared on her originally expressionless face.

(End of this chapter)