Chapter 82 No one in the mirror

Hu Feifan and Xu Hui stared at the painting in their hands for a long time. The more they looked at it, the more they felt that the face on the back of the man in the painting was smiling at them. For some reason, they wanted to turn their heads not to look at the painting, but their eyes could not move anything from the painting. Xu Hui really wanted Kuo Feifan to throw away the painting, but this idea could only be shouted out in his heart. His body could not react at all, and he kept holding the posture of holding the electric hand to see the painting.

Moreover, Feifan also found that his whole body could not move. He knew it was different, but he also couldn't even speak at this time. At this time, he only felt that his left wrist was burned by a fire. He couldn't help shouting in pain. He subconsciously shook his hand, and the picture was thrown out by him and fluttering in the air. Shaking and swirling to the ground.

After the painting disappeared from their eyes, Xu Hui shivered inexplicably, and his body immediately recovered. He looked at the extraordinary situation that was still shaking his hand in surprise and asked, "Do you know what happened just now?"

Moreover, Feifan just subconsciously shook his hand. At this time, he had found that he did not feel continuous pain except for the pain just now. He couldn't help looking at the rosary beads on his wrist.

Hearing Xu Hui's question, he smiled bitterly and said, "The painting is strange. I don't know why. If the rosary hadn't worked just now, we might have become like it."

"What?" Xu Hui didn't know about the pain on Kuang Feifan's wrist just now.

Wang Feifan couldn't tell him from the beginning, so he had to bend down and carefully pick up the painting and buckle it back to the mirror table to avoid any more trouble.

Xu Hui just asked casually. Seeing that he dealt with the painting like this, he asked, "What's the matter now? Is there any name or something on the painting?"

Kuang Feifan looked at him: "Didn't you notice it just now?"

Xu Hui thought for a moment and shook his head: "I didn't pay attention to it. I just felt that the smiling face was so weird that I didn't look carefully elsewhere."

Kuang Feifan looked at the painting and hesitated for a moment, but still didn't turn it around and said, "Forget, I don't want to look at it anymore. This thing is too evil."

With that, he stretched out his hand, grabbed the drawing paper and rubbed it hard and clenched it into a ball.

At this time, a soft hum suddenly sounded in his ear.

Moreover, he looked back at Xu Hui strangely and asked, "What are you humming?"

Xu Hui was stunned: "What? Isn't that the sound you made?"

The two looked around, and the surroundings were no different. The only change was that the light in the room was much darker than before, which seemed to be related to the dark sky outside the window as the bottom of the pot.

Xu Hui stopped asking anything, turned around and reached out to pull off the white cloth on the other three pieces of furniture, two stacked chairs, a broken rattan chair and an Eight Immortal table.

These things could not provide clues at all, and they looked back to the mirror platform.

Xu Hui pointed and asked, "Is that painting found here?"

Moreover, he opened a drawer under the mirror table and said, "In this, the other drawer is empty."

Xu Hui gritted his teeth and cursed.

Looking at the room, he asked Wen Feifan, "Do you think there is another room with furniture?"

Xu Hui shrugged his shoulders: "Let's go and have a look. If you can't find anything, leave this building."

He had to admit that the small building was indeed too evil. It seemed that nothing could be judged by common sense. Xu Hui felt that he could completely face a walking zombie, but he could not accept this almost illusory ghost, or he thought he could not deal with such a thing.

Hu Feifan said "um" and walked to the door with him.

At the door, Xu Hui looked back at the room again. When he glanced at the mirror platform, he felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong. He took a few steps forward. Suddenly, he shook his whole body and looked back at the mirror platform. Finally, he knew.

Although the mirror on the mirror platform is covered with a layer of dust, you can still see the indoor scene reflected inside. The angle of the mirror platform is diagonally towards the door. When Xu Hui looked back just now, he saw the scene near the door, but he did not see him and Kuang Feifan from the mirror.

The first time was short. After he glanced at it, he just felt something was wrong. When he realized the problem and looked back at the mirror again, he could not see him and the extraordinary situation in it.

Xu Hui couldn't help but be shocked. He stared at the mirror and reached out to pull Kuang Fei in front of him. Unexpectedly, he grabbed it empty and quickly turned his head and found that Kuang Fei was not in front of him.

"It's quite fast." Xu Hui muttered that he simply stopped thinking about the mirror and was about to walk out of the door.

Suddenly, he felt a strong wind coming from his side and hurriedly flashed back. He only heard a loud bang, and the door closed heavily.

Xu Hui's face changed. If he hadn't reacted in time just now, the door would have shot himself, and may even squeeze himself heavily into the door frame.

He realized that in a short period of time, the situation suddenly became serious.

He was locked in the house alone.

Xu Hui took a deep breath and suppressed his nervous and panic. He took out his mobile phone and wanted to call him in extraordinary condition, but there was no signal on his mobile phone. He tried to dial it, but the phone didn't work at all.

He had to put the phone back in his pocket, carefully leaned to the door, turned the door handle and pulled it hard, and the door did not move. He frowned and pulled hard for a long time. The door of the room was as if it was welded to death.

He subconsciously raised his hand and patted the door and shouted, "Besides extraordinary, are you outside?"

No one answered outside the door.

Xu Hui felt a little strange. He couldn't help hitting the door and shouted, "Is there anyone outside?"

For a long time, no other voice responded to him except his own cry and some disorderly and heavy breathing.

Finally, Xu Hui stopped slapping and shouting, turned around and leaned against the door, unconsciously glanced at the room, and suddenly fell on the mirror platform.

As soon as he stood up, he quickly walked to the mirror table, staring at his figure in the mirror, trying to confirm whether the person in the mirror was himself or not.

At this time, the room was already very dark. Like night, he was so close to the mirror that he could barely see that his face in the mirror was pale and abnormal, and his expression could not hide his panic.

He looked around, picked up the white cloth thrown on the ground and wiped the mirror hard.

The mirror that erased the dust was obviously clearer than just now. He danced in front of the mirror for a long time, and then turned on the flashlight that was turned off when he left for a long time, trying to be completely sure that the person in the mirror was himself.

It was not until a sense of fatigue hit all over his body that Xu Hui gave up his seemingly meaningless crazy behavior, sighed in vain, simply put the flashlight on the table in front of the mirror, and subconsciously reached out and touched the holster hanging under his armpit.

The cold handle exposed outside the holster gave him a sense of security, and his mood suddenly calmed down a lot. His heart suddenly moved, and suddenly remembered something, and he quickly reached out to hold the horn hanging on his neck.

Although there was no strange feeling, I don't know if it was an illusion. Xu Hui's originally confused mind quickly calmed down. At this time, he realized that his behavior was really a little abnormal, which was really not like the usual reaction in an emergency.

Although Xu Hui doesn't know what happened, at least he hasn't found anything that can power his life, unless he suddenly goes crazy and hurts himself.

He moved a chair and sat on it to relax and have a rest. On the one's, he wanted to keep himself calm. On the other, although he didn't want to admit it, he just tossed around for a while, and Xu Hui felt a little tired.

To be honest, Xu Hui's physique should not feel tired so easily, but now he does feel tiredness on his body and wants to close his eyes and have a good sleep immediately.

The problem is that this is definitely not a good time to sleep. He sits in a chair, holding the corner symbol in his hand, trying to relax his whole body muscles, and slowly thinking about how to deal with the current situation.

He carefully looked at all corners of the room, hoping to find a clue to leave here. Another lightning flashed outside the window, and a thunder sounded, making the whole room tremble slightly.

Window!

Xu Hui's eyes fell on it, thinking about whether he could climb out of the window.

He stood up and went to the window to have a look. It was not a big problem for him to climb out. He stretched out his hand and pushed it gently. The window was not locked, and it was easy to be pushed open by him.

Xu Hui stretched out his head and looked out of the window. At this time, it was pouring heavily outside, and the sound of rain covered other sounds. It was estimated that even if he shouted desperately, no one could hear it.

The height of the old-style building is much higher than the current building. There is no rope or something to jump down from the second floor. In the best case, you have to break your hand and leg. This is not like a movie stunt. There is nothing to jump down from more than a dozen floors. There is no swimming pool below, and there is no bufferable garbage, cartons and so on. Under the window is a real bluestone road.

Of course, Xu Hui was still sure of his skills. He held the window frame in his hand, raised his legs and went to the window sill.

Unexpectedly, before his feet came out of the window, the window that had just been pushed open seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, and "suddenly" patted him.

Xu Hui was shocked and quickly withdrew and jumped off the window sill.

With a bang, the open window was closed. Later, his hand had to be clamped by the window.

Xu Hui took a deep breath. It seemed that no matter what was wrong in the room, he didn't want to run out by himself, and he was also very smart to separate himself from the extraordinary situation. He was preparing to trap himself in this room alone.

He turned pale and stepped back, trying to stay away from the window sill. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped back two steps, he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him. When he turned around, he saw a white cloth covering his body.

"Ah..." Xu Hui screamed and subconsciously raised his hand to protect his head. He only felt black in front of him, and the white cloth suddenly covered him completely in mid-air.