Mysterious Mirror

A house from the Republican Era that has been abandoned for decades, with its more than three-meter-thick blue brick walls and three unusual doors—these seemingly ordinary details actually reveal a lot of crucial information.

Yang Jian was certain that the person who built this house never intended to hide its contents forever, but rather planned to release them at some point in the future.

It's very simple.

If they really wanted to protect it so thoroughly and hide it forever, they wouldn't have bothered building a house that would be so obviously exposed.

As even the most ordinary person knows, no matter how sturdy a house is, it will eventually collapse.

And the things inside the house will see the light of day again when that day arrives.

Therefore, he could assert that the contents of the three rooms were definitely not simple.

It is definitely an important yet extremely dangerous entity.

If it weren't important, it wouldn't have been left to future generations; if it weren't dangerous, the room wouldn't have been built so securely.

"If that's the case, I'd like to see what's inside these three rooms." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, a hint of interest rising in his heart.

A sense of curiosity to explore the unknown and mysterious welled up inside me.

He opened his Ghost Eye, and the darkness before him vanished instantly, replaced by a crimson world in his mind.

Even without using his phone and with the lights on, Yang Jian could clearly see what was behind the open wooden door.

At first glance, all he saw in the room was a thick wall.

It was covered in dust and had a damp, rotten smell.

"However, someone has already been here. Not only was the lock cut with tools, but there are also footprints on the ground. I wasn't the first person to enter this room." Yang Jian glanced at it, then cautiously walked in.

After walking through a thick, bluestone passage, he arrived at a small, almost sealed room.

There were no windows or ceiling; the walls were made entirely of bluestone bricks, and there wasn't a single ray of light inside.

As Yang Jian entered, the light emanating from his phone illuminated the surroundings.

Scattered on the ground were some wooden furniture, such as stools and tables, which looked quite old, probably left behind by the previous owner of the house. However, they were all ordinary items, nothing strange, and now they were almost completely rotten.

Aside from these inconspicuous things, Yang Jian suddenly noticed a mirror in a corner of the room.

A full-length mirror in the style of the Republic of China era, life-sized.

The mirror's stand is made of copper, but it's covered in rust. The mirror itself, however, is brand new and incredibly shiny, as if it were brand new. If it weren't for the old stand, which suggests that the object is quite old, you would never guess from the mirror that it's at least a hundred years old.

Beside the mirror lay a piece of old oilcloth, which seemed to have been used to cover the mirror in the past.

In other places, there were also safety helmets used on construction sites, as well as tools such as pliers and hammers.

These things are new and don't belong in this room.

"Those tools clearly belonged to the workers on the construction site," Yang Jian frowned. "Zhang Xiangui said earlier that some workers had gone missing from the construction site. Could they have disappeared here?"

"So that's how it is."

He suddenly looked at the mirror, which was as good as new.

Approaching the mirror with some caution, Yang Jian suddenly realized that there was no reflection of himself in it.

A mirror that cannot reflect a person's image.

"Sure enough, the problem lies with this mirror. The missing worker must be connected to this mirror, and it has been moved." Yang Jian looked at the traces of it being moved on the ground, clearly done by someone whose background was unknown.

Can this thing be moved around so easily?

Even getting close requires extreme caution.

"The mirror used to be placed like this, facing the door." Yang Jian didn't move the mirror, but instead guessed its previous position and glanced at it.

Suddenly, he noticed a small hole in the wall opposite the door.

The small hole was drilled manually with an electric drill. Through this hole, he could see the tall building under construction on the opposite construction site.

The high-rise building is almost finished; even the glass on the exterior walls has been installed.

"I suspect that some workers on the construction site wanted to steal things from this house dating back to the Republican Era. After all, old houses from that Republican Era are likely to contain valuable antiques or other items. So they drilled through the wall, connected the electrical wires, and unlocked the door. When they found nothing of value inside, they moved the mirror to make room and tried to drill through the wall to the other side."

Yang Jian looked at the electric drill on the ground, then at the wall that had already been drilled through.

Behind the wall is the second room, the one with the bronze door.

Finding nothing of value, the workers set their sights on the second room.

It was obviously much easier to drill through a wall in this room than to open a heavy bronze door.

"If that's the case, then there's only one possibility for the worker's disappearance. The mirror and the tools on the ground are still there, but the worker is gone, and the invisible ghost following Zhang Wei is wearing the worker's clothes. Everything points to this mirror."

Many of Yang Jian's doubts were resolved.

However, problems still exist.

This mirror is strange, but what is its true purpose and function?

It's unclear; this would require some risky attempts.

"The mirror is placed facing the door, meaning that anyone who enters will see their reflection in it. This is what the original owner wanted; otherwise, they wouldn't have designed it this way. However, the mirror is covered by an oilcloth, as the original owner didn't want the mirror to suddenly reflect people's images. It's a very contradictory design."

After thinking for a moment, Yang Jian finally decided to test the waters himself.

To avoid courting disaster, he even lit the ghost candle directly.

He reached out and touched the mirror surface where there was no reflection.

A strange thing happened.

His hand actually went inside.

Dark and cold, as if you were putting your hand into an ice cellar.

Sudden.

Yang Jian's expression suddenly changed as he felt several hands grabbing his arms from inside the mirror and pulling him further in.

I want to pull my whole body into the mirror.

"Damn it."

Yang Jian abruptly withdrew his hand.

Perhaps because of the ghost candle, or perhaps for some other reason, he was able to successfully withdraw his hand from the mirror.

There were several bluish handprints on his arm.

The handprints are of various sizes, some are from children, some from the elderly, and some from women; they are not all the same.

"Ghosts! It's full of ghosts!"

Yang Jian felt a chill run down his spine.

There are many ghosts in this mirror.

Thinking of this, he involuntarily took a few steps back.

This mirror is too dangerous, too terrifying.

If all the ghosts in the mirror were to escape, the consequences would be unimaginable; the entire Dachang City might fall because of this mirror.

"What kind of madman was the original owner of this dangerous thing? Leaving it inside a wooden door, if it were me, I would definitely put it in a box and throw it into the sea, so it would never see the light of day again." Yang Jian's expression changed erratically.

"Wait, this thing is definitely not as simple as I think. If it were really just a ghost mirror, the original owner wouldn't have placed it like this."

"If the original owner really had the idea of destroying the world, he wouldn't have gone to the trouble of building a house to preserve this thing."

"I think the original owner's true intention was not to have this ghost mirror destroy the world, but to leave it to future generations, hoping they would make good use of it."

Using such a terrifying thing?

Yang Jian felt that something about this didn't make sense.

But only this inference is correct; otherwise, the layout of the building, the placement of the mirrors, and the choice of the three doors are all clearly carefully considered.

The person who built this place must have been an extremely intelligent individual, and without a doubt, a Ghost Tamer. It's a pity that such a person is probably already dead; otherwise, it would have been wonderful to meet them and learn something from them.

But did Ghost Tamer already exist a hundred years ago?

What about two hundred years ago?

From what era can the existence of Ghost Tamer be traced back?

Thinking about this, Yang Jian couldn't help but have another question...

However, there's no point in thinking about that now. One thing is certain: this house holds a very big secret.

The mirror is just one of the secrets.

An even bigger secret is hidden in the first room and the second room.

Behind that golden door and bronze door.

"Brother Leg, come save me! Come save me! I can't beat them!" Zhang Wei's cries for help came from downstairs.

Yang Jian's face immediately darkened.

I almost forgot, this guy is still fighting with that Brother Hu downstairs.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Jian blew out the ghost candle, walked out of the room, closed the wooden door behind him, and went downstairs.

Let's deal with these two guys doing outdoor live streams first; there'll be plenty of time to investigate this ghost mirror later.

This is how Yang Jian named the mirror.

As for the items in the room, they pose no immediate danger.

As long as you don't move around too much, you'll be fine.

They've lived like this for over a hundred years without incident, so there shouldn't be any problems now.

As soon as he went downstairs, he saw Zhang Wei and that Brother Hu lying on the ground, rolling around, their faces red, hugging each other tightly, cursing each other's parents, and gesturing to each other with their hands and feet.

They seemed to be in a love-hate relationship, almost ready to kiss.

The scene is so beautiful, it's almost unbearable to look at.

"Seeing you like this, I'm really afraid you might accidentally have sex right here and now." Yang Jian walked down slowly.

He had already witnessed Zhang Wei's fighting ability; he was a weakling, otherwise he wouldn't have directly said he couldn't beat him and called on him.

I didn't expect Brother Hu to be such a weakling.

It's like two chickens pecking at each other.

What's most unacceptable is that, amidst this scene, Brother Hu's henchman was actually live-streaming it on his phone.

"Hey bro, no problem! How's Brother Hu's fighting skills? If you enjoyed it, double-tap 666, and if you give me a little red flower, I'll let Brother Hu spank his butt." The henchman shouted while clapping.

I'll start making up for missed updates tomorrow, and try to get back to three updates a day. I haven't been feeling well lately, so I apologize to everyone.

Terribly sorry.