"It's just that the firepower isn't enough, which is why the Supernatural Investigation Bureau thinks guns and cannons can't deal with those ghostly things."
Half an hour later, three armored vehicles lined up in a fan shape, their cannons aimed at the side of the mirror in the air.
A light drizzle began to fall from the sky. The commander of the troops stood at a safe distance, raindrops dripping from his chin, while confirmation messages from various units came through the radio.
"Fire."
The deafening roar of cannons tore through the rain curtain as three shells simultaneously struck the mirror. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the explosive sound of metal colliding with the mirror.
Nothing happened.
The moment the shell touched the mirror, it vanished as if swallowed up; there was no explosion, no bullet mark, not even a ripple.
"This..." Many people turned pale.
Just then, the commander's binoculars caught a glimpse of the unusual scene. Deep within the mirror, the blurry images suddenly became clear—he saw artillery shells, three intact shells, flying toward a group of terrified fleeing figures.
He recognized it; it was another unit that had previously been responsible for sealing off Yunsun City.
The unit was trapped inside the mirror and lost contact with the outside world. They were living peacefully in the space inside the mirror, but suddenly they heard a rumbling sound.
Their professional skills allowed them to immediately determine what had happened; however, the distance was too close, and it was too late to take cover.
The ensuing artillery barrage caused heavy casualties to the unprepared troops, and they died without ever knowing where the artillery fire came from.
Outside the mirror image, the commander in the real world who decided to fire the shells was completely dumbfounded.
In fact, he had deliberately chosen to bombard the side of the mirror with artillery fire. The mirror only had surface area and no thickness. He thought that if the firepower was strong enough, bombarding the side would definitely damage the mirror.
However, these supernatural things don't follow any common sense. The commander felt a sharp pain in his head. His wrong decision had killed many of his compatriots, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration for him to atone with his death!
"Something's not right!" He suddenly realized something was amiss. Although he had a bad temper, he wasn't so stubborn as to completely disregard the Investigation Bureau's conclusions and insist on using heavy weapons.
It was as if something was constantly interfering with his thinking.
"Cease fire! Stop immediately!" Realizing he might have made a mistake, he immediately yelled into the communicator.
Unfortunately, the others seemed completely oblivious to the horrific events unfolding in the Mirror World, and they also failed to hear the order to "cease fire."
The second wave of attacks has been launched, and more shells have disappeared into the mirror image, while in the mirror world, explosions erupt one after another.
"Sir... what should we do now?" The subordinate standing to the side asked in a trembling voice, realizing he had made a grave mistake.
The commander's gaze was fixed on the Hell scene reflected in the mirror. He saw the explosion right in the center of the crowd, everyone reduced to ashes, and saw the frozen fear and confusion on their faces. They didn't know where the attack came from or why they had suddenly suffered such a fate.
"Call the Supernatural Investigation Bureau and request their support immediately," the commander said with difficulty. "We may be affected by some unknown factors and are not thinking clearly."
When the Supernatural Investigation Bureau received the message, they were completely dumbfounded. Although the Investigation Bureau and the military were not in the same system, why would the other party act so impulsively?
Why has this simple containment mission become so complicated and troublesome?!
Thirty minutes later, the Investigation Bureau's armed helicopters roared into view from the rain outside Yunsun City.
As the helicopter was descending, a strange reflection suddenly flashed by.
The helicopter and the armored vehicle that had just fired the shells were all gone.
In the command post at the rear, everyone fell silent as they watched everything vanish without a trace once again.
The light reflected from the mirror illuminated everyone's pale faces.
"Let's retreat for now," the commander said, his voice hoarse. "Retreat another five kilometers, and absolutely no one is to come near that mirror!"
He finished speaking, but received no response.
Turning his head, he saw his subordinate staring intently at the window of the command vehicle.
The smooth glass formed a mirror, seemingly connected to the strange reflection suspended in the sky.
He saw his own reflection—in the mirror—but behind that "him" was not the real world; behind "him" were countless terrified faces huddled together, hands pounding against an invisible barrier, mouths opening and closing as if saying:
"Save us."
Upon seeing this, the commander's eyes suddenly became unfocused, a broken smile of extreme exhaustion appeared on his face, and then he unconsciously reached out his hand.
The moment his fingertips touched the mirror, the whole world seemed to fall silent. He felt a strange suction force, not from the front, but from all directions, as if every atom was being gently disassembled and transferred.
At the last moment, he finally regained consciousness and could see in the reflection of the glass that his subordinates were trying to grab him with terrified expressions, but their movements seemed a little slow and had no effect at all.
Then, everything went black before his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in the middle of a highway, and everything around him seemed no different from the real world.
However, when he saw the burning wreckage of vehicles, the unrecognizable corpses, and the crying, screaming, or blank and silent living people, he realized that he was no longer in reality, but had inexplicably entered the mirror.
He had been underestimating the danger of supernatural events, and just now his idea had been inexplicably amplified to the point that he had made a complete mess of the situation.
Everything he did was a hindrance, while the mirror remained suspended there, perfect, ruthless, and invincible.
"Are you going to make me do weird things again?"
Bai Jingjing walked lightly down the street, suddenly muttering to herself.
She was shrouded in a layer of black smoke, as if isolating her in another space. People came and went around her, but no one could see her. Some people could even pass through her body, but they felt a little cold.
"Okay, I'm bored anyway."
Just as Bai Jingjing was about to leave, she suddenly saw a man helping an unconscious girl into a van from a street corner.
"This is my wife. She suddenly fainted, and I'm taking her to the hospital right away," the honest-looking man told passersby.
As soon as he finished speaking, he started the car.
Bai Jingjing stared at the car for a moment, and a wisp of black smoke followed after it.
"Zzz--"
The car suddenly stopped halfway through the journey, and the driver had vanished, leaving only a dazed young woman. She remembered walking down the street when someone suddenly covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief...