I wasn't the only one who heard the sound. Jiǔjiǔ heard it, too.
Qin Shu was the first to reach the doorway.
By the time he appeared, the mirror beneath my palm had already begun to melt.
The ghost in the mirror warped and melted along with it, turning into liquid that slid out of the frame.
The mirror on the vanity was once again nothing but a wooden board.
After the mercury-like substance hit the floor, it seemed to seep through the cracks in the wooden floorboards and vanished.
A cry came from the living room.
Qin Shu and I returned to the living room and saw the mirror on the balcony undergoing the same change. The mirror on the balcony of the building opposite was far away, but its reflection showed that it, too, had turned to mercury and fallen to the floor.
All the mirrors had disappeared.
The talisman in my hand turned to ash. It drifted down and vanished without a trace, just like the mercury.
"What's going on?" Jiǔjiǔ asked.
Qin Shu looked at me.
I raised my hand. "I was at the agency..."
Before I could finish, the scene around us twisted.
Jiǔjiǔ and Qin Shu looked around in alarm.
I saw Huanguang, calm as ever.
Huanguang's face was expressionless. He hadn't reacted to what had happened before, and he made no move now, either.
I watched Huanguang's figure sway and twist along with the scene.
Something was wrong! Huanguang, he...
I reached out to him, but my hand closed on empty air.
In an instant, Jiǔjiǔ, Qin Shu, and I were back in the agency's records room. Only the three of us were there. Huanguang was gone.
Clatter!
The file Huanguang had been holding fell to the floor. The painting had turned back