Chapter 227 The Man in the Mirror (2)
At the moment when the woman parted her hair in the mirror, to be honest, He Zheng's heartbeat started to speed up involuntarily.
Immediately, the picture in the mirror made him dumbfounded, and he felt numbness in his hands and feet.
I saw that after the woman pushed her hair back, her cheeks showed no facial features, but the eye sockets were slightly sunken, the bridge of the nose was slightly raised, and the mouth was flat, which could not be seen. to a point on the lips.
Faceless Man!
He Zheng quickly reacted.
The woman parted her hair and hung it behind her ears, so that her entire face without facial features was completely presented in front of He Zheng's eyes.
She can still speak, but she can't see her lips moving, but the whole vanity mirror trembles slightly during the speaking process.
"Since we're sitting down, let's tell a story. I like listening to stories, especially horror stories." The woman in the mirror spoke slowly.
He Zheng laughed a little: "I'm sorry, I'm a spirit remover, and I'm here to get rid of you. I don't have time to listen to or tell your stories."
After finishing speaking, he was about to hit the mirror with a high-energy rout button.
But at this moment, He Zheng found that his arms and fingers on the dressing table could no longer move.
This discovery surprised him, and soon he found that even his body sitting on the leather stool seemed to be rigid and could no longer move.
The only thing that can move is above the neck, and everything below the neck is rigid.
"Tell a story, or you won't be able to leave here." The woman chuckled and took out a large number of cosmetic utensils from the dresser drawer in the mirror while talking.
He Zheng quickly calmed himself down, because looking at the situation now, it seems that he will not be in danger for a while.
Usually, the high-energy collapsible buckle is thrown out and can only be effective after impact, but the situation is different now. If possible, He Zheng can also squeeze the hidden buckle directly in his hand.
After pinching, it will produce an impact force, which will push him away from the vanity mirror, thereby avoiding the control of the woman in the mirror. At the same time, the impact has a high probability of harming the woman in the mirror.
Of course, what I can do now is to try my best to follow the train of thought of the woman in the mirror, wait for the opportunity to move my fingers, and pinch the high-energy ripping button.
"We've agreed to tell a story, so what are you doing now?" He Zheng asked.
“I love it when I’m telling a story and doing my makeup at the same time.”
The woman in the mirror did not stop, and skillfully took out foundation brushes, eye shadow brushes, sponge balls, eyebrow pencils, makeup balls, etc., and opened more than a dozen cosmetic boxes, large and small, to cover the dressing table in the mirror.
The current situation looks very strange.
Because there is no light in the room, it all depends on the faint light of the flashlight of the mobile phone held in He Zheng's left hand.
However, He Zheng believes that even if it is completely dark and there is no light at all, the woman in the mirror can still apply makeup skillfully.
"What story do you want to tell?" He Zheng was silent for a moment, and only asked after seeing that the woman had started to make up on him.
The woman moved skillfully. While putting on makeup, she said: "Let's each tell a horror story. The shorter the better, the more exciting the better. The best ending is reversed, which I didn't expect. In this case, maybe you will be safe and sound." out of here."
"Hehe." He Zheng sneered for a while, unable to move his body, but his right hand kept secretly trying to squeeze the high-energy rout button, and said, "Yes, but I'm not familiar with it yet. You start first."
The woman moved gracefully. At this time, she had already drawn her eyebrows and the bridge of her nose. Her movements were smooth, without any pause or thought, and she said, "No problem, let me tell you one thing first. The name of this story is—makeup."
After a pause, she spoke in a calm tone.
"A man wanted to play tricks on his girlfriend, and was going to pretend to be a ghost to scare her. So the man came to his girlfriend's house in advance with the spare key given to him by his girlfriend. Before the girlfriend came back, he used the lipstick, eyebrow pencil and other tools in the room , I put on a horrible makeup for myself. Because it was a temporary idea and I didn’t know how it looked, so the man went to the bathroom and took a picture in front of the mirror.”
"In the end, he found that the makeup was horrible. The lips painted with bright lipstick seemed to be elongated, the eyebrows were drooping, and the skin on the face seemed to hang down. He grinned and frightened himself. He thought to himself This look was afraid that his girlfriend would faint, so he quickly washed off his makeup. Later, his girlfriend came back, and then he told his girlfriend, who knew that her girlfriend's expression became terrified ..."
"Why?" He Zheng couldn't help asking.
"The girlfriend told the man that the mirror in the bathroom was broken a long time ago, and the new mirror has not been installed since it was replaced two days ago."
"Well, it's okay." He Zheng nodded, showing no signs of panic or surprise.
At this moment, he saw the woman's newly painted eyeballs seem to move quickly.
Although he couldn't move his body, He Zheng felt the hairs on his back stand on end.
Actually, he doesn’t have any horror stories to tell. Usually He Zheng doesn’t like to read any stories, and he doesn’t even bother to read the books, let alone calm down and read the stories.
The purpose of telling a good story with the woman in the mirror is purely to delay time, so that I can activate the high-energy rout button, and get rid of this weird woman as soon as possible by means of eliminating spirits.
But now he finds that although his fingers can move slightly, they still can't exert force, and he can't really pinch and explode the hidden buckle.
Time, still not enough.
So He Zheng racked his brains to think about it, and the woman in the mirror said at this moment: "It's your turn..."
"Let me think about it." He Zheng said.
He frowned slightly, recalling the horror stories he had heard or seen somewhere, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still had no clue.
At this moment, the woman in the mirror had finished drawing her eyebrows, eyes and nose, and was drawing her lips. As expected, those painted eyeballs were moving slightly, as if she was looking at He Zheng outside the mirror, or at other places. , revealed an inexplicable strangeness.
He Zheng was stunned for a moment, he found these eyes very familiar.
Then He Zheng thought of a story, which he seemed to have seen on a certain website before, and he had a little impression, but it was still a compact short story anyway.
"Then I'll tell you, my story is very short." He cleared his throat and began to speak, while his right hand was still pressing the high-energy rout button between his fingers with all his strength.
"In an ordinary family, whenever night falls, the six-year-old son will always stand on the sofa, look out the window, then wave his hands and say something. His mother didn't notice at first, Later, I realized that my son’s behavior was very abnormal. One day, my mother couldn’t help it anymore, so she asked her son, “What are you doing?” The son said, “Mom, I’m saying goodbye to Uncle.”
"Abbe? When his mother heard this, her face turned pale with fright, because they lived on the sixth floor, and her son waved to the window every day, but where could someone be outside the window? His mother was terrified, and asked in a trembling voice: Son, There is no one outside the window, where did Uncle come from? The son pointed to the sky at this moment: Over there, Uncle Sun."
As soon as He Zheng finished speaking, the woman in the mirror who was putting on makeup paused for a moment, then continued to draw, and said at the same time, "This is not a horror story."
"Aren't you going to reverse it? The suspenseful and terrifying front of my story is indeed reversed." He Zheng sweated.
At this moment, he found that his right hand fingers could basically move.
At the same moment, the woman in the mirror finished painting her lips, and the hands that had been moving back and forth in front of her cheeks finally let go at this moment.
The woman smiled at He Zheng, who stared blankly at her who had stopped putting on makeup, as if seeing some extremely weird scene, and even forgot to pinch the high-energy ripping button on his hand.
In other words, he can only move his fingers now, but he still doesn't have enough strength to pinch.
What I saw in front of my eyes was the face of the woman in the mirror after makeup, and that face was exactly the same as He Zheng himself.
Except for the figure and hairstyle, this face is a perfect replica of He Zheng's face.
After seeing the strange appearance of the other party, He Zheng froze for a few seconds, and then an inexplicable sense of panic swept over his body, and he immediately squeezed the Tibetan button in his hand with all his strength.
But at the same moment, the woman in the mirror slowly raised her hands, and He Zheng outside the mirror also raised her hands, as if her body was no longer under her control.
He Zheng's face became distorted with fright, and he found himself making the same movements as the person in the mirror.
But the woman, at this moment, has her own face, as if she is looking at herself in the mirror.
Immediately, the woman withdrew her raised hands and slowly stretched them towards her neck, while He Zheng outside the mirror also uncontrollably stretched her hands towards her neck, squeezed it lightly, and then began to slowly tighten it.
The hidden button in He Zheng's hand had been thrown away a long time ago. He stared wide-eyed as he watched the woman in the mirror wrap her hands around his neck. At the same time, the veins on his neck were exposed, and his hands were also tightened, getting tighter and tighter. Breathing slowly begins to become difficult.
And although the woman in the mirror looks like herself, she is showing a secretive smile at this moment, looking at herself quietly, she is also tightening her neck, tightening it fiercely, as if the neck is not her at all of.
Just when He Zheng felt that he was going to faint at any moment, his arm was suddenly grabbed by two other hands, and then his neck relaxed, and he finally recovered.
Focusing his eyes, he looked up and saw a strange man standing beside him, holding his hands, and the dressing table in front of him, that is, in front of the vanity mirror, was filled with a large number of cosmetic boxes.
The person in the mirror is clearly He Zheng himself, and there is no one else at all.
(end of this chapter)