Chapter 67 Mirror

"Here" Luo Yi walked carefully in the equipment center. He and Zhen Jianren walked one after the other, with their ears erect, listening to the sounds from all around.

It was bigger than expected. The structure looked simple from the outside, but once you came in and turned a few corners, you actually got lost.

The criss-crossing brick walls were more than 4 meters high, as if they could split the sky.

Zhen Jianren couldn't help but admire Jiang Cheng. He could actually sneak into such a place, not only encountered a ghost, but also escaped unscathed.

Now it was difficult for him to find the way in.

The only thing that made him feel a little relieved was that there was someone with him.

Most of the time, the ghost could only kill one person at a time.

In other words, even if the ghost wanted to attack the two of them, one person would survive.

Zhen Jianren felt that he deserved this position.

The reason was simple.

He was more skilled than Luo Yi and had more physical strength.

And Luo Yi's real name had been exposed by himself - Luo Zhanfei.

The ghost in this mission was very special.

Zhen Jianren felt that she would not ignore this.

Looking at the rooms one by one, most of them were filled with some old tables and chairs, as well as discarded basketballs and footballs.

It seemed that they had been stored for quite a long time, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on them.

At this moment

a "rustling" sound of footsteps came from not far away.

The footsteps were very different from those of ordinary people. It could be heard that the person coming should be leaning on a heavier crutch.

The root of the crutch occasionally hit the ground, making a crisp "da" sound.

But at this moment, it sounded like a bell urging death.

It was an old man!

Zhen Jianren was shocked.

The identity of the old man was not clear for the time being, so Zhen Jianren decided not to contact him rashly. He turned around to look for Luo Yi, but found that there was nothing behind him.

Luo Yi was gone.

But there was no better way at this time, so Zhen Jianren had to walk a few steps quickly, trying to find a room to hide.

He pushed the doors of several rooms in a row and found that they were all locked, and at most he could push them open a crack.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Zhen Jianren was a little panicked.

The area he was in was a dead end, and the surrounding brick walls were too high, so there was no possibility of climbing over.

What was even more terrible was that there was no time allowed.

At this time, Zhen Jianren cursed Luo Yi in his heart, saying that he had lost his way and didn't know where he was.

Just when Zhen Jianren was about to despair, his ears trembled, and he heard a strange friction sound in a trance.

"Creaky--"

He looked in the direction of the sound, and an old door not far away suddenly opened a crack.

Located at the end of the corridor, the largest room.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, as if there was only a corner between the two.

A few seconds later, the strange old man with a cane was about to appear in front of him.

This was a very real threat.

Compared with him, the suddenly opened door seemed to be nothing.

Zhen Jianren hardened his heart and ran towards the room at the end of the corridor.

He pushed the door open carefully.

With the disturbance of air flow, countless tiny dust particles danced in the air.

There was a thick layer of dust on the ground.

The dust was evenly distributed, full of traces of time.

The room was larger than it looked from the outside, with red curtains hanging all around, as if it was an abandoned auditorium many years ago.

After finding no abnormalities for the time being, he closed the door with his backhand.

Not far from the door was a red painted wooden box, which was very large, similar to the kind used to store bedding decades ago, and was empty inside.

Although the room was large, it was uncovered and could not hide anyone at all. He could be caught by just one glance.

Zhen Jianren had no choice but to open the box and hide inside.

He held his breath and listened quietly.

The footsteps slowly entered another room nearby, followed by the scratching sound of moving heavy objects, which was a bit harsh and annoying to him.

It should be objects such as tables, chairs, and benches.

Fortunately, the old man did not want to move the tables and chairs away, but just wanted to put them in a different position.

So after more than 10 minutes of tossing, he locked the door and left.

After the footsteps disappeared, Zhen Jianren slowly breathed a sigh of relief, but just as he was about to open the box door——

"Dong Dong Dong."

A strange sound suddenly came to his ears.

The sound was not loud, but very close, as if it was just outside the door.

Zhen Jianren's heart skipped a beat.

He listened for a few seconds with courage, and found that the sound was not chaotic, but seemed to have a certain obvious rhythm.

This rhythm was very strange, as if it had a kind of bewitching shock.

His legs actually followed the beat unconsciously.

Rhythm?

His pupils shrank suddenly, and then his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The sound of "Dong Dong Dong" became faster and faster, and more and more agile. Zhen Jianren bit his teeth and could even feel the gracefulness of a woman's dance.

That's right.

It was the sound of ballet pointe shoes hitting the floor.

There was a ghost outside!!

Just when Zhen Jianren felt that he was about to die, the strange sound finally stopped outside the box where he was.

Time stopped at this moment.

"Creaky--"

There was the sound of a door being pushed open, and the old door hinges made a grinding sound that made people's teeth ache.

"Dong Dong Dong"

The female ghost actually abandoned the box he was in.

The strange footsteps gradually faded away.

Gone?

Gone? !

The feeling of surviving a disaster is completely indescribable.

Zhen Jianren seemed to be exhausted, his legs went limp, and he collapsed in the box.

After a while, there were rustling footsteps.

This time Zhen Jianren was not very nervous, because he had seen the long-missing Luo Yi through the gap in the box, and walked into the room carefully.

He opened the lid of the box and let out a long breath, "I'm here."

Luo Yi, who was about to close the door, was startled, and he was relieved until he saw that it was Zhen Jianren, "You scared me to death, I just..." He shuddered, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, "Do you know what I saw just now?"

"That ghost" Zhen Jianren answered weakly, and the shock just now seemed to have overdrawn all his energy.

After turning out the box, the two leaned against the door to rest.

Zhen Jianren, who survived the disaster, looked up and down at this peculiarly decorated room. He lifted a corner of the red curtain and found that the red cloth was covering a huge mirror.

He lowered his head and wiped the dust with his leather shoes, revealing the wooden floor covered by the dust.

There was also a set of overturned parallel bars on one side of the room.

Zhen Jianren knew that this was called a barre, which was used to assist dancers in completing basic movements before dance training.

This was a dance studio.

As Zhen Jianren continued to think, his peripheral vision inadvertently caught a glimpse of a corner of the red cloth that was lifted, revealing the mirror behind it.

In the mirror, he stood straight, while Luo Yi beside him stood on tiptoe, his arms drooping unnaturally, and his chin

Zhen Jianren's eyes widened suddenly.

He had no chin, the lower half of his face was bloody, and a pair of gloomy pupils were reflected through the mirror, colliding with his own sight.