Those who return their own contact lenses have also become a handful.
A total of ten mirrors, five red curtains have been uncovered.
The curtain of the remaining five mirrors was also picked by Russell.
There is no virtual image in those mirrors.
No bluebird, no Alice.
No detective, no Morgan …
There is Russell
-Russell himself.
He stretched out his hand and tentatively held down the mirror, but he didn’t feel anything
In the mirror, Russell also reached out his hand synchronously, and Russell’s eyes exuded fear at a glance.
A burst of cold heart and spleen for no reason made Russell’s fingertips tremble.
A cold current flowed from his back … like drinking ice in winter.
"… why am I so scared?"
Russell murmured, "What am I afraid of?"
He stared at himself in the mirror, trying to synchronize and analyze his psychology.
So he soon realized what Russell was afraid of-
He’s afraid of touching others by himself …
He is afraid of falling into absolute loneliness, and he is afraid of being alone.
His fear is to become a veiled mirror.
A rage without a reason made Russell’s body tremble suddenly.
He didn’t know why he suddenly got angry … It was all so chaotic and ethereal, and the logic was broken and fuzzy.
It’s like a dream
… wait.
In my dream …
Am I dreaming now?
Russell crossed the idea in my heart.
But as soon as the idea floated, it disappeared, was completely forgotten by Russell and lost its trace.
Then more intense rage poured into his mind.
Russell suddenly punched the mirror in front of his eyes!
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