“So that's how it is," Feng Lan's heart pounded, and her cheeks flushed, but she still pinched her fingers and pretended to be calm, saying, "Thank you, Miss Yu."

Zhou Taifu watched Feng Lan forget him in the blink of an eye, and a flock of crows flew over his head.

Yu Wen didn't like the atmosphere either. It was strange here, both the people and the environment. She changed the subject in a timely manner, turned around, and urged, "Let's go, Miss Feng."

"Okay."

But just as Feng Lan brushed past her, Yu Wen immediately took a few steps forward and stood in front of the cubicle Feng Lan had been in.

At this moment, the cubicle door was already open, and the scene inside was clear at a glance.

After a few seconds, her tense expression gradually eased, and she finally understood what had happened.

Two shoe prints were left on the edge of the pure white toilet, one on the left and one on the right. Feng Lan had been standing on the edge of the toilet, so when she lowered her body to look, she couldn't see her feet.

"Miss Yu?" Feng Lan was almost out when she realized that Yu Wen hadn't followed. She turned around and saw Yu Wen standing in front of the cubicle door.

"Oh," Yu Wen immediately reacted and walked out.

"What are you looking at?"

"I thought I saw a mouse just now," Yu Wen said without batting an eye, pretending to be scared, patting her chest and saying, "I'm especially afraid of those things, so I didn't react for a moment."

Whether it was because the characters in the mission had been forcibly reduced in intelligence, or because Feng Lan was just naturally lacking in intelligence, this explanation, which sounded full of loopholes, actually gained her trust.

Zhou Taifu couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if only the NPCs in future missions were so easy to fool.

Just as they were about to walk out the door, Feng Lan seemed to suddenly remember something, ran to the sink, turned on the faucet, wet her hands, and squeezed out some hand sanitizer.

Yu Wen and Zhou Taifu stared at her back, feeling a little lucky. This NPC was a rare off-site assistant. At least in this respect, they were ahead of teams 404 and 405.

Speaking of...

The faces of Jiang Cheng and the words he said simultaneously emerged in the minds of Yu Wen and Zhou Taifu.

What nonsense about my hands being twice as big as yours? I'm going through puberty and still growing.

Zhen Jianren was probably a goner, but it wasn't clear how far Hao Shuai and that fat man had progressed.

Could they find the Dean Li, and what information could they get from him?

Or, like Zhen Jianren and the others, were they unlucky and had already been killed by the ghost?

The time limit for ending the mission was not far off, and the ghost would become more and more perfect. Anything could happen at this stage. If the ghost broke through all the restrictions imposed on it by the rules, then everyone would die here...

Yu Wen remembered that, according to a senior in a nightmare, at least half of the missions ended in total annihilation.

After all, in nightmares, luck and strength were both indispensable.

Hopefully... She stared at herself in the mirror, her throat rolling uncontrollably.

This time it won't...

Just as Feng Lan meticulously dried her hands and raised her head, the faces of the three appeared in the mirror at the same time.

As if some kind of subtle chemical reaction had occurred, the gazes of the three immediately locked onto themselves in the mirror.

Looking at someone completely identical to yourself through a mirror was a very strange thing.

More precisely, it was very eerie.

Especially in this environment.

As time passed, Zhou Taifu found that his reflection in the mirror became increasingly unfamiliar. His skin gradually turned pale, as if all the color had drained from his body.

His body was also getting colder at an uncontrollable rate.

He was a very cold-resistant person.

More specifically, he wasn't sensitive to hot or cold.

Years of wandering in the Southeast Asian rainforest and the northern Siberian wilderness had cultivated not only superb killing skills, but also a tenacious physique.

But at this moment, his proud killing skills and physique were completely useless.

He stared blankly at himself in the mirror, his body out of control, only his consciousness drifting.

An unfamiliar palpitation surged from the bottom of his heart, his pupils slowly contracted, and vitality was gradually being stripped from this sturdy body.

Distortion, resentment, silence, cold...

And the endless darkness, like a tidal wave, rushing to devour him.

His world had no light.

And no hope...

He plunged into the deep sea, countless bubbles enveloping him, but without any help...

"Slap!"

The crisp sound, like cracking brocade, made the entire world plunged into darkness tremble.

Zhou Taifu frowned slightly.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

There were a few more sounds.

When Zhou Taifu came back to his senses, he was standing blankly in front of the mirror, and his face... He touched it tentatively with his hand in confusion.

"Hiss—"

His face was burning hot.

Only then did he realize that his face in the mirror was flushed, with obvious handprints on it, as if he had just performed some shameful performance art.

The next second...

"Slap!"

Another slap hit Zhou Taifu's face. Having just woken up, he lost his balance and staggered, almost falling.

Yu Wen, who was standing a little to the side in front of him, rolled up her sleeves, and beads of sweat were faintly visible on her forehead.

"Mr. Zhou is awake!"

Feng Lan's voice rang out, with a hint of doubt mixed in with her joy.

Just now, when they were about to leave the restroom, Zhou Taifu had stood silently in front of the mirror, as if possessed, no matter how they called or pulled him.

He didn't move an inch.

His eyes were staring straight ahead, silently staring at himself in the mirror.

The scene was very eerie.

Yu Wen was indeed decisive. After realizing that ordinary methods couldn't wake Zhou Taifu, she rolled up her sleeves and gave him two slaps on both sides of his face.

Until blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Taifu finally woke up.

Seeing Zhou Taifu wake up, Yu Wen was relieved. Her concern for Zhou Taifu was beyond doubt. If something like this had happened to someone else, she would have run away long ago.

But at this moment, she could only bury her joy in her heart, and her expression wasn't very excited.

"I..." Slowly, Zhou Taifu's soul seemed to return to his body.

He twisted his neck from side to side, and his body became a little stiff. He looked at Yu Wen in confusion, "What happened to me just now?"

Yu Wen glanced at the mirror and immediately looked away.

"Something's wrong, let's get out of here."

He was dragged away by Yu Wen, his legs also somewhat stiff, with a tingling sensation, and his movements were not very coordinated.

Yu Wen took advantage of being close to Zhou Taifu and briefly told him what had just happened.

When he heard that he had stood silently in front of the mirror, staring at himself in the mirror, as if his soul had been lost, waves of fear filled his heart.

Could it be... that he had been targeted by a ghost?