"What's the real name of that man over there holding the flashlight?"
The second Su Bai asked the question, one of the Zhang Pans immediately raised his hand, a cheerful smile still on his face.
"Zheng Mingliang!" That Zhang Pan seemed so afraid his other self would answer first that he blurted out the answer before everyone could even turn to look at him.
But soon, that Zhang Pan realized something was wrong.
Everyone around him was looking at him strangely. Their expressions held suspicion and confusion, but above all, surprise. Even the other Zhang Pan across from him was staring at him in surprise.
No, something wasn't right. Had he said something he shouldn't have?
Zhang Pan Number One, who stood beside Zhou Qingshou, instinctively looked at Su Bai, the one who had asked the question. As though something had occurred to him, he rubbed his neck, then took two steps back and said with an awkward laugh, "What's wrong? Why are you all looking at me like that?"
"Those three men never told us their names. We've always called them by their code names." Zhou Qingshou also took a few steps to the side, deliberately putting some distance between himself and Zhang Pan Number One. "Flashlight's friends haven't called him by his name at any point along the way, either. How did you know it?"
"How could that be? I..." Zhang Pan Number One seemed a little bewildered himself.
"As I understand it, the thing in the mirror can probably read the memories of anyone who looks into it. That's why both Zhang Pans behaved exactly alike down to the smallest details and reacted to the questions in exactly the same way. Whatever Zhang Pan knew, the thing in the mirror knew too."
"But Zhang Pan wasn't the