Chapter 1181 Signal

The moment he saw the paper, his body seemed to be pierced by a strange electric current. Jiang Cheng lifted his legs and walked down the stairs uncontrollably towards the mirror.

It was too late to retreat at this moment, so Jiang Cheng made up his mind and simply sped up.

This time, he succeeded. An indescribable force pulled him, and he ran to the mirror in two steps.

At the same time, a strange scene appeared. The bodies of Su Xiaoxiao and Su An in the mirror opened their eyes one after another, and looked at Jiang Cheng with a pair of shriveled eyeballs. Their mouths opened wide, and then widened. The corners of their mouths tore open, revealing dark red muscles, which were hideous and terrifying.

But the bodies outside the mirror were not like this at all. Four charred bodies were neatly arranged together, lying quietly on the ground.

Without hesitation, Jiang Cheng quickly squatted down, followed his heart, stretched out his hand, and reached out to the nameless corpse in the mirror. The moment his fingertips touched the mirror, the mirror changed, like the surface of the water breaking open, rippling with strange ripples, and Jiang Cheng's arm passed through smoothly.

After the initial surprise, Jiang Cheng calmed down and carefully controlled his fingers to grab the paper pressed under the palm of the nameless charred corpse.

This piece of paper is very important, Jiang Cheng subconsciously thought.

He was trying his best to avoid contact with this nameless charred corpse. After all, according to the newspaper, this nameless charred corpse is the source of all the weirdness.

But the paper was pressed very tightly, and Jiang Cheng did not dare to use too much force, fearing that the paper would be torn. This was a relatively rough paper with a gray corner.

It was... a newspaper!

The situation was urgent, and Jiang Cheng did not care much, and began to exert force. As the newspaper was pulled out little by little, Jiang Cheng's breathing became rapid, and he actually saw a photo on a small part of the newspaper that was exposed.

There was a person in the photo. Although only the lower body was exposed, he immediately recognized that this person... was himself!

Under the hand of the nameless charred corpse, there was actually a photo of him.

Before he could think about it, Jiang Cheng's peripheral vision seemed to catch something. The fingertips of the nameless charred corpse... seemed to move. He was not sure whether it was an illusion or real.

Until his wrist was grabbed.

The rough texture immediately made him sober. The upper body of the nameless charred corpse had sat up at some point and was grabbing his arm, pulling him into the mirror.

The huge force was not something he could resist at all. After a short pull, he was pulled into the mirror.

The dizziness lasted only a moment, and the scene in front of him made him sober instantly. The surrounding scene changed drastically. The original appearance of the hotel was gone, replaced by a piece of broken walls and ruins.

The wooden staircase was completely burned and broken in the middle. The ceiling was also crumbling. The paintings on the wall and other arrangements were also burned beyond recognition. 【6】【9】【s】【h】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】

What was even more terrifying was the mirror in front of him.

At this moment, there were more than a dozen charred corpses in front of the mirror. He could even smell the pungent smell of burnt lakes emanating from the charred corpses.

The charred corpses stood next to each other, staring at him intently through the mirror, with jealousy in their shriveled eyes.

It was not difficult to guess that these charred corpses were the ghosts disguised as teammates.

They were also the wronged souls who had died in this hotel.

After a moment, Jiang Cheng understood that the world he was in before was a false mirror world, and at this moment, the world under his feet was the real one.

It was the Roman Hotel after the fire.

And the nameless charred corpse that had pulled him out of the mirror world just a second ago also disappeared, and his whereabouts were unknown.

Soon, the change happened again. The row of charred ghosts standing in front of the mirror seemed to have received some kind of signal at the same time, and began to retreat, and finally left, and could no longer be seen in the mirror.

But the pressure in Jiang Cheng's heart did not ease. In the last look of these burnt ghosts, he did not see the feeling of giving up.

Picking up the photo in his hand, it was indeed himself. Although the background was a bit blurry, it was still possible to distinguish it carefully. It was a burned building.

It was the Roman Hotel for sure.

Although he could not figure out why his photo appeared in this way, the most urgent thing at the moment was to escape from here, go to the ghost stage, and watch the ghost show.

He struggled to stand up, holding the wall, and looked for the location of the ghost stage in his memory. After all, the surroundings were completely unrecognizable, and it was difficult to determine the location by memory.

At the same time, a strange sound also came into his ears.

"Zizi..."

"Ziga Ziga..."

The direction of the sound source was very mixed, and Jiang Cheng could not describe what the sound was. If he had to describe it, it was a relatively large object trying to squeeze out from a very small space.

"Bang!"

"Dengdengdeng..."

Accompanied by the sound of a door being slammed open, there were hurried footsteps rushing towards him, and for a moment, there were running sounds and jumping sounds.

Jiang Cheng immediately understood that the strange sound before should be the squeezing sound made by these burnt ghosts desperately trying to drill out from the bathroom mirror. The bathroom mirror is not big, and Jiang Cheng can hardly imagine what shape they want to squeeze themselves into.

But...why don't they drill out from the big mirror they came in from, but look for other mirrors?

Could it be that the medium mirror used to cross two spaces can only be used once?

During the thinking process, Jiang Cheng never gave up moving towards the ghost stage, but his limbs were weak and he moved very slowly just now. Now the strength that was drained away has returned little by little.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

...

Bells rang one after another. These were the bells that told the time. After each bell, there was a solemn and grand atmosphere, giving people the feeling that a trial would be carried out soon.

Before the 12th bell rang, Jiang Cheng dragged his tired body and finally rushed to the ghost stage.

At this time, the ghost stage and the seats below were blocked by a huge white screen, and the right side of the stage was also separated by white linen. I don’t know what is hidden behind it.

As the last bell rang, Jiang Cheng found his seat and sat down.

At this moment, the charred corpse ghosts that had passed through the mirror and came to this world to hunt him down also arrived, but these ghosts were no longer the same as before. After taking off their disguises, they were completely unrecognizable. Their hair was gone, and the positions of their noses, eyes, and mouths could only be identified with difficulty. Their skin, which was burned like carbon, cracked, and through the cracks, dark red flesh could be seen inside.

The next second, the sound of a gong sounded, followed by the sound of various musical instruments.