"Oh, right, that old man."
An Che suddenly remembered that there was an old man who was good at mystic techniques on the sixth floor of this building.
At that time, the old man used a paper figurine, a talisman, and a small tower to resist the supernatural invasion at the door.
Perhaps someone had entered to seek refuge and had something to do with that old man.
An Che pushed open the door and entered Building 17.
"Hmm?"
As soon as he entered the door, An Che realized that there was blood under his feet.
It was as if he had stepped on something when he was walking in the ghost realm.
Now, every step An Che took, he would leave behind a bloody footprint.
"Are you being followed by some supernatural being?"
An Che turned his head and turned 180 degrees. There was no one or ghost following him.
Since there was nothing following him, he ignored it and continued to walk up the corridor.
Every time he passed a room, he would knock on the door."Is there anyone in the house? I'm here to save you."
Since he had accepted the job, An Che didn't want to let anyone go. After all, each person was worth 100,000 yuan.
The rooms on the first, second, third and fourth floors were all empty.
Because An Che had broken into the room, there was no one in each room.
However, there were two corpses in a few rooms.
It seemed that some malicious ghosts had also chosen to break in.
It wasn't until they reached the fifth floor that An Che finally received a response.
"Dong dong dong."
"Is there anyone inside?"
An Che didn't respond after asking. Just as he was about to leave, there was a knock on the other side of the door.
"Dong dong dong."
This meant that there should be someone in the room.
"Is there anyone in the room? I'm here to save someone."
An Che shouted, but there was no response.
Hence, he grabbed the doorknob and used a little force to open the door.
The entire room was pitch-black, and there was no one at all.
Where did the knocking come from?
An Che walked into the room.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the darkness.
It was a mirror that stood in the middle of the road, reflecting An Che's face.
He walked closer to the mirror and realized that there were two of him in the mirror.
One of them had a pale face, without any color, while the other had a ruddy face, no different from a normal person.
Was this a reflection of his soul?
An Che frowned slightly, realizing that something was wrong.
After all, he could be said to be possessed now.
Life and death were both ambiguous.
If a doctor were to examine An Che's current heartbeat and pulse, the doctor would determine that he was still alive.
However, once they went deeper into the examination, they would discover the problem.
For example, checking brain waves.
His brainwaves must be different from normal humans.
He returned to his senses and continued to observe the mirror in front of him.
Other than the fact that the image reflected in the mirror was different from that of an ordinary mirror.
It was no different from an ordinary mirror.
After confirming that there was no one in the room, he turned around and prepared to leave.
At the same time, An Che's back was reflected in the mirror.
The next moment, a person who looked exactly like An Che walked out of the mirror.
It was like a replica. The height of the leg, the pace of the landing, the habit of walking, and the direction of movement were all exactly the same.
"Big brother!"
Wu Xinxin noticed the abnormality and gently tugged at An Che's neck.
The doll in his hand opened its eyes, and two rays of light shone out.
However, the strange thing was that the light directly passed through the clone An Che behind him, as if it was shining on a transparent plastic sheet.
There was indeed something wrong with that mirror.
An Che turned around. The clone shattered instantly and disappeared on the spot like glass.
"Does this mirror have the ability to replicate?”
The figure that the mirror had replicated was instantly shattered by him, but he vaguely felt that the mirror's abilities were far more than that.
A supernatural item definitely had its own uniqueness. It was definitely not as simple as just copying a shadow.
"Should we move him back?"
An Che suddenly had this thought.
He thought for a moment and felt that it was reliable. He would carry the mirror on his back when he went downstairs later.
With An Che's current physique, he could even carry a truck, let alone a mirror.
An Che went all the way to the sixth floor. At this time, the door to room 601 opposite room 603 was already open.
The bloodstains at the door had also disappeared, as if the things in the room had run out.
He stood at the door and looked into Room 601. The refrigerator and furniture in the room were the same as usual, except for a faint smell of blood.
An Che quickly found the source of the bloody smell.
He opened the fridge and saw a large pool of blood.
Just like how this fridge was once stuffed with corpses.
An unpleasant smell wafted out.
Someone must have died in this room before. Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a supernatural phenomenon.
Judging from the bloodstains, the victim in this room might have slit her wrists to commit suicide.
"Young man, why are you still outside? Why don't you hide in my room?"
The door to room 603 opened. The old man stood at the door and looked at An Che.
"How many people are in your room?"
An Che slowly turned around and asked.
"How did you know there was someone in my room?”
The old man's expression changed for the first time.
"Young man, the world is not peaceful now. My ability is limited and I can't protect too many people. The residents of the nearby buildings are all in my house…"
"Then call them out. I'll bring them out!”
An Che looked at the old man and said slowly.
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