Chapter 337 The Man in the Mirror

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Chen Momo fell asleep.

Because her mother came back later, she went to bed later, and her bedtime was basically around 11:50.

Closing his eyes, Chen Momo did not immediately fall into trance, because he suddenly missed the strange "cluck" sound in his heart.

Will that voice echo in the room again?

She was lying on the bed, thinking more and more about it, and couldn't fall asleep.

For ten minutes, she tossed and turned on the bed, turning her head in the direction of the floor-length mirror.

The night was pitch dark, and she didn't turn on the light. Only the moonlight from the window slanted in, illuminating the tiled floor, reflecting the moonlight, and illuminating her face.

The moonlight was not dazzling, so she opened her eyes wide and stared at the floor-length mirror in the moonlight.

She saw the floor-length mirror, and the floor-length mirror naturally saw her.

Her face was reflected in the mirror, and it was a face that looked exactly like hers.

There should have been no sense of violation, but she suddenly felt that it was not.

A thought flashed through my mind: "Is the person reflected in this mirror really me?"

Once Chen Momo's thoughts arise, he can't stop them.

She knew that people with high gnosis would always be unable to tolerate too much fantasy, which was related to active spirituality.

If spirituality is not active, it is impossible to hear things that ordinary people cannot hear.

"Is it my illusion, or is there something wrong with the mirror?" Chen Momo couldn't make up his mind and was very confused.

At this time, you need to call the investigation bureau’s hotline and ask for information.

The Bureau's hotline is manned by a large team to reassure those who are upset.

Many people who have trouble sleeping at night and are suspicious will also call the investigation bureau hotline.

So after Chen Momo lay on the bed and made a phone call, the operator on the phone quickly entered the state, listened carefully to Chen Momo's words about insomnia, and then said with a smile: "This may be a psychological effect. Your mirror has been with you for so long. Never before." I found a problem, and now I suddenly feel weird, it may be due to your psychology."

There was nothing wrong with the operator's answer. Since the Bureau of Investigation began to educate the public about the existence of special items, many people have become paranoid and feel that there is a problem there, there is a problem there, and there is a problem everywhere.

"Of course, the item you are talking about may suddenly become a special item today. Just be careful. If you really feel that something is wrong, I can leave a file here for you. When there are investigators from the Investigation Bureau to accept the investigation task, they will We will come to your home to investigate, and the time is expected to be within 1 to 3 days." The operator answered patiently and formally.

The Bureau's hotline operators handle four hundred or more calls every day. If they answer each one carefully, they will not be able to answer other people's questions, so they have all developed concise and quick formulaic answers.

"I think there should be something wrong, but my gnosis is too high, so it might be an illusion. It's okay for now."

The operator was stunned for a moment when he heard that the other party had a high level of gnosis. Then he asked about the other party's gnosis and was surprised when he got a figure of ninety percent.

The operators are low gnosis personnel in the large logistics force of the Investigation Bureau. They usually have a gnosis of 1 to 30. They know how terrifying it is to have an innate spiritual perception of 90.

"If your life is not in danger, you can choose to make an appointment." The operator chose to believe in the other party's spiritual vigilance.

Because low-level investigators have too many things to investigate every day, there are many false events that waste time, so they now have to queue up to make appointments.

The Bureau of Investigation says there is no shortage of people. In fact, judging from the queues for appointments, there is still a shortage of people.

But here comes the problem. There is an upper limit to the output of the fruit. No matter how many people with low gnosis are added, if they cannot be transformed into people with medium or high gnosis, then they will lose the threshold for investigation.

The yield of fruit is related to the emotion of crying. With so many people mobilized by the bureau, it would be difficult to plant bigger and bigger trees, unless the Bureau of Investigation recruits volunteers from ordinary people and asks them to be willing to sacrifice their emotions.

These emotions won't go away forever, but losing them temporarily can definitely have an impact on your life.

Regarding one point, the Bureau of Investigation chose a conservative approach to ripening. It did not drag ordinary people into the water, but used people from the Bureau to ripen the matter.

"Well, I'm scheduled to inspect this mirror. Please arrange the time."

"Okay, what's the address? Okay, I've successfully made an appointment for you. People from the Investigation Bureau will come to your house within three days to handle it."

After the phone call ended, Chen Momo felt much more at ease and felt much more pleasing to the eye when looking in the mirror.

Afterwards, Chen Momo closed his eyes and gradually fell asleep. His nose moved slightly and he heard the sound of sleeping breathing.

However, the person in the mirror did not close his eyes, but opened his bright eyes and looked at the person outside the mirror.

The person in the mirror blinked and stared at the person opposite for a full hour.

An hour of observation seemed to make the person in the mirror feel more at ease, feeling that Chen Momo outside the mirror would not notice her.

She opened the quilt in the mirror world and wore the same home clothes as Chen Momo. She had the same figure, the same face, and the same aura about her body.

She put on her cotton slippers and looked around, as if she wanted to leave the room in the mirror.

The person in the mirror rushed left and right, but could not open the front door on her side in the mirror, nor could she jump out of the window on that side.

The space in which she moved was only the space reflected in the mirror.

After trying to no avail, the man in the mirror finally looked at the mirror again, and looked through the mirror at Chen Momo outside the mirror.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The sound of Xiao Mian mopping sounded outside the mirror.

The person in the mirror stretched out his white palm and touched the mirror. The water finger seemed to have penetrated the surface of the water and went outward.

The face of the person in the mirror immediately put on a cheerful smile, and he smiled and stepped out of the mirror with one foot.

tread.

This sound of a cotton mop falling to the ground is no longer an imaginary sound, but the sound of a substantial object falling to the ground.

A person who looked exactly like Chen Momo walked out of the mirror.

The real moonlight shone on her face, and the real air, carrying the bacteria from Blue Star, touched her skin.

She closed her eyes, showing an intoxicated expression, and took a big breath through her little nose, greedily breathing in the real air.

The real touch of the ground made her intoxicated.

Control the soles of your feet and use cotton to mop the ground, and a sense of solidity comes to your mind.

At this time, she opened her eyes and looked at Chen Momo's sleeping face again.

She gently stretched out her hand and was about to touch Chen Momo's neck.

But halfway through, she stopped again, as if she had thought of something and felt unsafe.

A few seconds later.

The room opens softly.

The next second, the door closed gently, leaving only Chen Momo and the empty mirror in the room.

Outside the door.

"Chen Momo" was about to leave when suddenly there was a clicking sound in his ears.

Ta-ta-ta-da, that was the sound of slippers, and they seemed to be stained with some water.

Turning around, she saw a toilet in the opposite corner. There was no light in the toilet, but she vaguely saw a vague figure walking out of the toilet.