Behind them... there was nothing.

But that did not alleviate the fear in Fatty's heart, because following Jiang Cheng's gaze, he saw a shadow on the wall.

He didn't know how to describe the shadow.

In short, it was very tall, extremely tall.

As if pulled up by some force, suspended in the air.

The shadow swayed slightly.

"Creak—"

His pupils constricted violently, and Fatty suddenly realized what the shadow was—it was a person who had hanged himself!

But there was nothing around the shadow.

It was Chen Yao...

Chen Yao had left the dance classroom of 10 years ago and come to this room.

Through a mirror.

What was even more terrifying was that he couldn't see her with his naked eyes.

"Creak—"

The shadow swayed again, and strangely, it seemed to be closer to them.

Under such extreme conditions, Fatty couldn't be sure if it was his imagination or if it was real.

In short, Chen Yao's appearance directly introduced the already confusing plot into a climax.

"Creak—"

"Creak—"

The frequency of the shadow's swaying became faster and faster. Cold sweat poured down Fatty's face, and he didn't even dare to blink.

He could already be sure that the shadow was approaching them in an incredible way, and the ultimate result was undoubtedly to kill them.

Like the person in the mirror.

Thinking of this, Fatty subconsciously glanced at the mirror behind him, and a terrifying scene appeared.

The dead people in the mirror had turned around without him noticing and came to the front of the mirror, their lifeless eyes staring at him.

Resentful, twisted, crazy...

As if with a single reach, they could grab him and pull him in.

Fatty was so frightened that his eyes bulged out of their sockets, almost falling out, but Jiang Cheng covered his mouth, and he could only make helpless whimpering sounds.

Jiang Cheng had obviously noticed the abnormality behind him, and his eyes kept scanning the surroundings.

According to the introduction of other players and his own understanding of nightmares, there would never be a situation of certain death in a nightmare, and there must be a way out.

It was just that with the passage of time, the hope of survival became more and more渺茫 (miǎo máng, faint).

The way out... where was it...?

The shadow was less than 3 meters away from them, and the speed was still accelerating. The sound of "creak, creak" alternated, like a death-urging incantation.

At most half a minute...

No! At most 20 seconds, the shadow could touch their bodies.

Fatty couldn't bear it anymore, and the instinct to survive overwhelmed everything.

He frantically signaled Jiang Cheng with his eyes.

The direction of the shadow was opposite to the direction of the door. As long as they were fast enough, they could definitely rush out.

But Jiang Cheng was unmoved. He didn't seem to care about other people's opinions at all. He was an extremely self-centered person, and this would kill him, at least that's what Fatty thought.

Jiang Cheng's gaze suddenly stopped when it swept over a certain direction.

There was a large wooden box placed there.

But at this moment, the lid that should have been closed was turned outwards, and Zhen Jianren inside... was gone.

A thick trail of blood was left on the ground, starting from the box and ending in front of the mirror.

As if... Zhen Jianren had been dragged into the mirror by something.

A light flashed in Jiang Cheng's eyes.

"Creak—"

The almost substantial rubbing sound rang again, extremely close. Fatty broke free from Jiang Cheng's hand, and backhandedly grabbed the latter's wrist, about to use his brute force to run away with Jiang Cheng.

But to his surprise, he didn't pull Jiang Cheng at all. Jiang Cheng's body seemed to be rooted in the ground.

On the contrary.

He was pulled backwards by the huge force connected to his hand. He fell backwards, directly onto the mirror.

He didn't hear the sound of the mirror breaking, nor did anything ghostly come to pry open his chin. He opened his eyes in a daze and found himself back outside the room.

Under his feet was a sandy ground.

He supported himself with his hands and scrambled to his feet.

"Huh?"

Fatty was stunned after getting up, then slowly lowered his head, looking at the palm of his hand, which was covered with sand, and... sticky blood.

He looked blankly at the sandy ground, and found in horror that there was a bloody corpse lying next to him.

His first reaction was that the doctor had been ambushed by a ghost in order to save him.

Just as he was about to squat down, trying to see if he could rescue him, Jiang Cheng's voice came from behind, "It's Zhen Jianren..."

"Doctor!" Fatty was overjoyed.

At this time, even if he was stupid, he understood that the doctor's choice was right. The mirror looked terrifying, but it was actually the only way out.

If they had chosen to break through in the direction of the door, the two of them would probably have offered their chins by now.

After figuring this out, Fatty stared at Zhen Jianren, who was lying on the ground, his eyes flickering, and asked, "Doctor, how did he die here?"

Jiang Cheng was silent for a while, "He crawled out himself."

Fatty widened his eyes and said incredulously, "He can still crawl out by himself in this state?"

"It's precisely because he's like this," Jiang Cheng said calmly, "that he was able to escape."

Slowly, Fatty seemed to have figured something out, "Doctor," he said with a strange expression, "Do you mean... precisely because he lost his eyes and couldn't see those illusions, he was able to choose the correct path and finally escape."

"Yes," Jiang Cheng turned around, looking at the room he had just escaped from.

Fatty followed his gaze and was surprised to find that the door was wide open, not closed at all, and... there was no sign that the dark red curtains in the room had been opened.

Fatty's huge body began to tremble. He swallowed hard and finally made a sound, "So... what we saw before... was all an illusion?"

A clear trail of blood stretched out from the door, left by Zhen Jianren's crawling, looking terrifyingly distorted.

Fatty realized belatedly that Luo Yi was a ghost, and Zhen Jianren had followed Luo Yi to the dangerous equipment center and was still alive. The reason for this had to be investigated.

Now it seemed that the ghost's way of killing people was mostly to use mirrors to create illusions, eventually killing those trapped in the illusions.

He carefully recalled that there was a dusty mirror in the dormitory where the cheongsam woman died, Long Tao died in front of the mirror in the men's bathroom, and the archive room where Luo Yi died... also had a square mirror hanging on the wall.

So that's how it is...

The mirror... was the biggest taboo in this mission.

"Doctor," Fatty said in a pained tone, "then in order to survive, do we also have to... have to..." He looked at Zhen Jianren, who was lying dead on the ground, his expression very frightened.

"If you want to dig out your eyes, then dig them out," Jiang Cheng replied, "I'm not digging anyway."

A few seconds later, he added: "My eyes are beautiful. Many customers come for these eyes of mine. They praise me for having light in my eyes, like their dream man, and they even want to give birth to..."

"Doctor..." Fatty, who had escaped death, felt his head buzzing when he heard this, and wished he could sew his mouth shut. "Brother Zhen Jianren is still here. Can you please respect him a little bit!"