The cracked part is the crack facing the mirror.
Yuan Qingli's heart suddenly sank.
She picked up the clothes hanger and smashed it again. Sure enough, the result was the same.
Wherever the mirror is cracked, the object being looked at will also be shattered.
Fortunately, I was more careful just now and didn't even expose my palms. Otherwise, I would have to stew my own bear paws for afternoon tea right now.
Pooh!
Yuan Qingli looked at her hand. Although it was a little bigger, it was much more precious than a bear's paw.
Looking at the deadly mirror, Yuan Qingli wanted to smash it.
But... after hesitating for a long time, he gave up the idea.
Because - there is only such a mirror in the house. After it is smashed, how should I dress myself?
However, those two cracks looked like time bombs. If one day when she was "looking at the mirror and wearing yellow decals", the cracks broke, it would be like cutting her head off in the mirror.
After thinking about it, Yuan Qingli found a roll of scotch tape and carefully stuck it on with a clothes hanger. Strangely enough, the scotch tape was not affected by the cracks.
After doing all this, another ten minutes have passed, and it's time to find your own props.
"My sweet baby, where are you pinching?"
Lying on the bed, looking at the yellow light spots in front of her eyes, Yuan Qingli was stunned.
How did this light spot reach the 12th floor?
Moving props?
After a second thought, I suddenly realized that the chicken thief's system was definitely not that simple to give him clues. He actually put the props in the box and wandered around.
No wonder you have to give a location, otherwise no one would be able to find it.
With the idea in mind, Yuan Qingli also calmed down. This prop has traveled all over the world, and now it is impossible to find it when I go out. I can only wait half an hour to see if it is near me. That way, I have a greater chance of finding it.
Thinking of this, Yuan Qingli set an alarm clock for herself and prepared to get up and search in half an hour.
The tidy room is also fully equipped, and there is even a set of pajamas folded on the bed, but there are only bare bed boards on the bed. There wasn't even a bed sheet. Could it be that the ghost wanted pajamas but not a quilt?
Without thinking too much, Yuan Qingli lay splayed on the bed and prepared to rest. As for her pajamas, she wouldn't change them even if I killed her.
…
What are the props? It would be great if there was a handsome boy, Yuan Qingli rolled her eyes and thought, and then she spurned herself in her mind.
They say it's a prop, how could he be a handsome guy? Do you want an electric toy? This car is a bit fast...
"Ding dong."
The doorbell interrupted Yuan Qingli's thoughts.
"Who is it? It's so out of time. I'm just thinking about it." Yuan Qingli muttered, slowly getting up and going to open the door.
"Ding dong, ding dong."
"It's so noisy, why bother?"
Yuan Qingli turned to the door and just when she was about to touch the handle, there was a loud bang and the whole room trembled.
Is this an earthquake?
wrong.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the soles of his feet. Some smoke and dust drifted in from under the door, and there was a layer of transparent gas on the ground.
Yuan Qingli jumped away immediately, and the gas under her feet swayed, gathered, formed, and floated in front of her eyes.
It was the "neighbor" I met in the elevator.
"Can you be polite and just enter the door directly like this?" Yuan Qingli was not angry, but just depressed. What's the use of this door lock for this way of entry?
Moreover, the movement coming in was too loud!
The other party smiled, revealing teeth and tongue as white as his clothes and cheeks: "I'm sorry, you will get used to it in the future."
Get used to it, get used to you big-headed guy, but just an apology gave Yuan Qingli nowhere to get angry.
The other party was familiar with it, and without waiting for Yuan Qingli's reaction, she floated directly to the bed, sat down cross-legged, and said with a serious expression, "Let's play."
