Chen Momo went to sleep.
Because her mother came home rather late, she went to bed late too, usually around eleven fifty.
After closing her eyes, Chen Momo did not drift off right away, because she suddenly found herself thinking about that strange "clack."
Would that sound ring out in her room again?
She lay in bed, growing more preoccupied the more she thought about it, unable to fall asleep.
For ten minutes, she tossed and turned, then involuntarily turned her head toward the full-length mirror.
The room was pitch-black at night. She had not turned on the lights, and only the moonlight slanted in through the window, illuminating the tiled floor, which reflected it onto her face.
The moonlight was not harsh. She opened her eyes wide and stared at the full-length mirror through its glow.
She saw the full-length mirror, and naturally, the full-length mirror saw her.
Her face was reflected in the mirror, a face that looked exactly like hers.
Nothing should have felt out of place, yet suddenly, something did.
A thought flashed through her mind: Is the person reflected in this mirror really me?
Once that thought arose, Chen Momo could not suppress it.
She knew that people with high gnosis could never quite resist an excess of imagination, and that this was related to their active spirituality.
Without active spirituality, they could not possibly hear things that ordinary people could not.
"Am I imagining things, or is something wrong with the mirror?" Chen Momo could not make up her mind and felt utterly lost.
At times like this, she needed to call the Investigation Bureau's hotline and ask for an explanation.
The Investigation Bureau's hotline was staffed by a large team responsible for taking calls and reassuring people who felt uneasy.
Many people who