Colombia's eerie laughter under the manipulation of the mirror ghost echoed throughout the mirror world, and everything in the mirror world rippled with his laughter.The scenery in the mirrored world was distorted for a while, as if the whole world was like a flat painting, which was twisted and twisted by a giant man, and became crumpled and uneven.Under the influence of laughter, it is not only the scene in the entire dormitory that is distorted, but also Jot Brown's thinking, which has not been able to accept the sudden change in the environment for a while, which has caused the logical processing to become a little slow.Although his ability to think is somewhat limited, this does not mean that it will affect his actions in the mirror world.After touching Colombia to no avail, he quickly shifted his target: the poster of Serena posted on the wall.When he reached for the poster of Serena posing in a sexy pose, his hand did not pass through it as if it were touching Columbia, but with a film that was barely visible to the naked eye.The film is slightly mottled with inky black, like ink dripping from clear water.When Jobtron's fingertips touched one of these points, some vague but unforgettable images flashed through his mind.At first, Jot Brown was a little suspicious that he didn't understand his perspective, but when he saw the layout around him, he felt anger from the bottom of his heart for no reason.He saw a woman with an ordinary appearance, but a happy smile on her face.She had curly brown hair and held herself tightly in her arms.Seeing himself at this time, Jot Brown stretched out his immature hand and gently grabbed the woman's falling hair.The ordinary-looking woman did not resist, but gently sang the well-known folk song of the Nile, the little crocodile of the Nile, to soothe herself to sleep.When Chobuterrand saw this, he immediately understood the identity of the mirror ghost.That's the baby in a woman's arms.These black spots are the memories that the baby unconsciously reveals, the beauty he sees, and the cruelty.Touching a black dot, Jot Brown saw a young man in his early thirties.He was outside the door, shouting at something.From Jot Brown's point of view, he couldn't see the faces of the people outside the door.All he saw was a sharp edge passing through the man's chest without warning.The man standing in the doorway, his face full of disbelief, but he still held the door with his hands open.He used his last strength to block the murder of his wife and children by outsiders, but it was in vain.The flash of the knife snapped, and his arms snapped off at the sound, and his heart fell to the ground as an invisible fragment.The wife behind him had nowhere to run but to cling tightly to the little life in her arms, crying and begging for the intruder to spare their little life.The intruder was as cruel as if he had not heard it, and with a single slash, Jott Brown's vision was full of blood.The intruder forcefully snatched the baby from the mother's arms, while his accomplices cut off the young couple's heads.I was taken to a completely unfamiliar place.A cold, lonely, empty place, without the ballad of the mother or the teasing of the father.The only light came from the occasional glow of green on the ground.It seems that I will never have a chance to see the sun again.In the baby's little world, he doesn't understand where his parents have gone, or what these people are doing.When I was hungry, I naturally cried.When I was sleepy, I naturally curled up and fell asleep.The only thing to eat is to make sure that I don't understand what those things are.It smells fishy, viscous, and unpalatable.The baby didn't understand, but Jobron understood.It was a mash of meat made by the intruder from grinding the heads of the baby's parents and adding some forbidden materials of the dark arts.Jote Brown's anger burned in his heart.Because, he saw the mastermind of all this.Although that figure was still young, it was impossible for Joberrand to forget him, Arthur.After the ritual was initiated, the effects of the dark magic extracted the baby's completely unconscious soul into a Venetian mirror that Arthur carried with him.This is the origin of the artificially created mirror ghosts.Jobron's dislike for Arthur deepened at this point.When he finished reading the poor mirror ghost's short life, he understood the dark side of Arthur, a hypocrite.He is a beast who does not compromise the means to achieve the goal, and even ignores human nature.Presumably, Merlin's brute voice also saw through this and couldn't help but scold such a rude sentence.The anger in Jobtron's heart passed instantly, not because he didn't want to vent his anger, but because he knew very well at this time: no matter how angry he was, it would not help the current situation.So he suppressed his indignation, calmed down, and thought about how to assimilate the poor mirror ghost in front of him.In the world of mirrors, all mystical powers seem to be non-existent.Chobuterrand didn't have any weapons at his disposal, neither the Enma Knife, nor the ebony and white ivory.He tried to mobilize the energy in his body and chant the scriptures of the Holy Light, but these actions were like a stone in the sea, and there was no actual response.The current situation is like an impasse.Jote Brown understands that in this world, there is no man-made creature that does not have weaknesses, but the relative level of strength and laws limit the ability to play.In the case that his ability is interfered with by the mirror world, he can only abide by the laws of the mirror world here.Conversely, the Mirror Ghost also needs to abide by the rules here.After calming down and thinking for a while, Chobuterrand understood a condition that he was lacking.Since he stepped into the mirror world, he has not been attacked one after another as if he had stepped into hell, but now the actions of the mirror ghost have only manipulated Colombia to let out a few weird laughs."
Does this mean that the damage in the mirror world will not be fed back into reality?
Because everything in the mirror has to be based on reality?
”Jote Brown thought.In this case, the action-oriented Chobuterron immediately raised his head and beckoned to Merlin, who was presiding over the operation of the magic circle outside.A hint of confusion flashed across Merlin's face, but he still urged the spell to pull Jot Brown out of the mirror.When Jot Brown opened his eyes in reality, he jumped out of bed, and then adjusted the angle of the floating mirror so that the reflection of the mirror included that poster, rather than just two beds alone.Then he ran to the poster, touching the center of the poster with both hands—Serena's pair of proud twin peaks."
Offended."
Jot Brown said mischievously.Seeing this, Merlin immediately understood Chobutron's intentions, and he once again used his staff to put Jot Brown's soul back into the mirror world.This time, when Giobuterrand opened his eyes, the film that had been driven by the mirror ghost was gone.Instead, what appeared in front of Jobron's eyes was a deep black hole.At the end of the black hole, lies Colombia surrounded by thorns.Colombia is dying and already on the verge of collapse.At the same time, Jot Brown saw the little mirror ghost.He had a lovely face, but the eyes on his face were jet black, without any whites of his eyes, and the mirror ghost left dark tears in agony.The small body is artificially marked with horrific scars, and the scars are as dense as a modern map of Manhattan.Thorns, growing from the ghost of the mirror, circle by circle around Columbia's body, as if they had a life of their own, constantly sucking nutrients through the spikes that pierced Columbia's body.Jote Brown wanted to swing his fist to knock the mirror ghost away, but he couldn't bear it in his heart.He felt that the mirror ghost was looking at him, but there was no killing intent in that gaze, only the innocence and curiosity that is unique to children."
Maybe my appearance at this time is too peculiar?"
Jorge Brown thought to himself.He walked slowly in the direction of the mirror ghost, step by step, very cautiously, and at the same time controlling himself not to release any malice.He was like someone who was slowly approaching the cat, moving slowly and with kindness.Jobbuterrand knew very well in his heart that what he wanted to do was to assimilate, not fight.The mirror ghost saw Jobteran's movements, and involuntarily subconsciously made a sense of resistance.The mirror ghost is afraid that in his short life, he has suffered too much.He will not easily trust anyone who is close to him, because those who are close to him have added scars to his immature body.They cut through their tender skin with sharp quills, smeared some foul-smelling paint on their backs, whipped themselves with stinging whips, and forced themselves to drink the unpalatable meat paste.The thorns that had taken root in Colombia were pulled away from Columbia, and a wall of thorns was erected in front of Jot Brown.The thorns in front of him are a terrible bright red, and they are also a sad bright red.This is the last scene when the mirror ghost sees his parents, which is bright red.If Jobbuterrand didn't know, he would definitely use force to crack and attack.But he knew very well that because he had experienced, that he had witnessed, that the little mirror ghost had gone through was not enough in words to express the full suffering.Jot Brown stretched out his hand and caressed the wall of thorns, letting the barbs of the thorns sink into his palm, allowing the blood in his palm to be sucked up by the thorns.He spread his arms and threw himself into the wall of thorns.Barbs broke through Giobutron's thin clothes and stabbed him from all angles.Jobuterron did not struggle, and at the same time a trace of confusion appeared in the small eyes of the mirror ghost.He didn't quite understand why this person who broke into his own world didn't hurt himself like everyone else?
The little head of the mirror ghost did not understand, but the thorn did not stop any sucking movements, constantly absorbing energy from Chobuteran's soul to nourish himself.The soul power from Jobuterrand slowly filled the body of the little mirror ghost, making the little mirror ghost feel a sense of fullness that he had not felt for a long time.Jobuterrand's soul is purer and more palatable than that of Colombia, but that doesn't mean happiness.I don't know why, the mirror ghost slowly stopped his thorny sucking movements.He withdrew the thorns and floated curiously to the scarred, blood-dripping Chobuterrand.He stretched out his small, immature but pale hand and touched Jobbutron's face.Jobuterron did not resist, but let the ghost's cold little hand touch his face repeatedly.Jot Brown opened his eyes and looked at the small face of the mirror ghost with red eyes.He endured the pain, squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and embraced the mirror ghost in his arms with the arms that had been open until now.The sudden embrace caught the little mirror ghost off guard, and he instinctively urged the thorns, allowing the thorns to grow out of his body.All the thorns enveloped both the mirror ghost and Jot Brown's bodies in the black hole, forming a spherical confined space.Once again, the wound was cut by a mass of thorns, which were about to burrow into his body like giant snakes.Jot Brown knew in his heart that this time these thorns would not leave room for themselves, but would suck themselves dry.However, he still did not resist.He did only one thing, hugged the cold body of the little mirror ghost, and sang the melody imprinted by the mirror ghost in the depths of his soul with his magnetic deep voice.The song that is sung in Germany and among the Jews of the world - the little crocodile of the Nile.When the familiar melody sounded, the mirror ghost subconsciously stopped his struggle.He opened his dark eyes and looked directly into Jobbutron's face.He gathered all the thorns, and he curled up.He felt the warmth he hadn't felt for a long time.In the mirrored world, there is only endless coldness, and endless silence.That melody, that embrace, became the redemption of the mirror ghost in this long wait.He finally waited for the light in the world, a light as warm as the sun.Although it is not as warm as his mother's embrace, it is still the warmth that he has not enjoyed since he became a mirror ghost.Confused, he stretched out his little hand and touched the hair that fell from Jobtrand's sideburns.Jobuterron still smiled, softly.The little mirror ghost smiled, closed his eyes, and fell asleep quietly.The balls formed by the thorns dissipated into stars, and at the same time, streams of pure soul power fed back into the souls of Chobuterran and Colombia.Yes, the crisis has been lifted.But Jobbutran still stood, clutching his vanishing little body."
Sleep quietly, little one.Sleep in peace, little one.Good night. ”