The Mirror Monster had its hands clamped tightly around Chen Ge's neck, while the armed killer stood three or four meters behind him. There was no time to hesitate. The moment he saw Zhang Ya's private page, Chen Ge reached out and typed two words: Help me!
The strange laughter in his mind grew louder and louder. Chen Ge had no time to type anything else before Zhang Peng lunged at him with the knife.
He twisted aside, grabbed whatever was in the cabinet, and hurled it at Zhang Peng.
His arms were gradually losing strength. Chen Ge's neck was already starting to deform. If this went on much longer, the Mirror Monster would strangle him to death even without Zhang Peng's help.
A veined hand felt around his neck, but found nothing. Chen Ge's last hope rested with the Black Phone.
He turned his head and glanced at the phone on the floor. A line appeared on the blood-red private page: "She knows how you feel. Please confirm the terms of your first agreement."
At that moment, even if Zhang Ya had made an unreasonable demand, Chen Ge would have agreed without hesitation.
His fingers shifted, and with great difficulty, Chen Ge pressed the confirm button on the screen.
The instant his fingertip touched the screen, the temperature in the sealed Repair Room plunged. Cold wind swept in from every direction.
The strange laughter in Chen Ge's mind cut off abruptly. The monster behind him trembled. It was afraid too.
Drip, drip. The sound of blood falling came from somewhere. The Mirror Monster, which had been pressing down on Chen Ge's back, suddenly let go and darted back into Zhang Peng's body.
The Repair Room fell silent. Zhang Peng, still clutching his knife, sensed that something was wrong. The