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In the pitch-black corridor, there was not a single shadow, and it was eerily quiet. Xia Xiaoyu dared not stop her steps as she walked toward the staircase. For some unknown reason, despite her fear, she did not run.
Just as she was about to descend the stairs, her footsteps halted, and she noticed a box placed in the restroom—a gray box.
Xia Xiaoyu paused for a moment before stepping into the restroom. Slowly, her footsteps echoed in the silent corridor, creating a terrifying yet tranquil sound that pierced her eardrums and heart.
However, before she could reach the box, Xia Xiaoyu suddenly saw a large mirror on the white wall that reflected her own image.
The mirror appeared ordinary, but Xia Xiaoyu felt as if she were under a spell; her eyes fixated on it. Eventually, the mirror began to distort, and an image of a figure appeared within.
First emerged a noble-looking woman. Her features were clear and harmonious, with elegantly arched eyebrows; she was beautiful and appeared quite young. Then, the mirror transformed again to reveal a woman no older than thirty—sweet yet with a fierce demeanor that cast cold glances at others. Afterward, another girl appeared in the mirror: a youthful girl with a sweet appearance who was not very tall but had a good figure. However, upon seeing this face in the mirror, Xia Xiaoyu's heart raced with resentment because this girl was Xu Ke, whom she had seen on her computer before.
She was already dead.
What shocked Xia Xiaoyu even more was when Lin Xi's image appeared next. After her came Lan Ling's reflection as well.
They were all dead.
Just when Xia Xiaoyu had begun to calm down, an even more terrifying scene unfolded: Lan Ling's image in the mirror changed to reveal a girl with dyed hair who was both beautiful and cute. She exuded a sense of peace and vibrancy.
Yet within Xia Xiaoyu's heart, upon seeing that face in the mirror, an overwhelming terror emerged because the woman reflected in the mirror was none other than herself.
The image in the mirror disappeared, and the entire bathroom returned to calm. Xia Xiaoyu remained dazed for a long time, quietly imagining everything. Then her gaze fell upon the box on the table.
After standing in silence for a long time, Xia Xiaoyu finally forced herself to move closer. Her hand involuntarily rested on top of the box. She slowly opened it.
Inside the box lay a round object, quietly closed-eyed.
It was a human head, resting silently.
"Ah..."
A heart-wrenching scream suddenly erupted as Xia Xiaoyu jolted awake from her bed. Outside the window, the sky was already bright, and warm sunlight streamed in.
She gasped for breath, but there was no lingering shock because she knew that this terrible dream had passed.
Her heart had been torn into countless fragments since experiencing the first horror. That invisible sense of fear penetrated her battered body at all times, like a sharp knife slowly tearing her apart. She realized she was gradually being tortured into pieces.
After encountering too many terrifying events, Xia Xiaoyu learned some things and understood others.
Now she understood one important point: whenever faced with something terrifying, she suddenly felt that in that moment, death could come quicker, at least sparing her from such torment and preventing her from breaking down. She realized that sometimes, the most terrifying thing is not death itself, but having to continue living after facing horror, only to encounter even more terrifying events.
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