Time was stretched and twisted at that moment.
Chen Mo's heart seemed to be clenched by a cold hand, and blood rushed to the top of his head, freezing again in an instant. The front is my sister who is being "covered" and slowly turning around (or "something" that is becoming my sister's appearance), and the side is the cleaner who is eyeing and blocking the way. Behind the narrow passage, on both sides of the wall, countless broken lenses are reflecting his pale, frightened face, layer upon layer, as if there are countless he is desperate.
The stinging and burning of the ear nail reached its peak, almost burning through his ear bone. The cold information flow becomes intermittent because of overload, mixed with sharp noise:
[… logical conflict … the target individual has weak primary cognitive resistance … the coverage process appears … intermittent lag …]
[… logic instruction of the secondary faceless person (cleaner): guard the media … stop interference …]
[... pollution concentration surges ... contractor erosion accelerates ... it is recommended to ... evacuate immediately ...]
Evacuate? No way!
Chen Yu's face in the mirror is still struggling vaguely after the gray fog. Under the hood of the sweater, strands of familiar long hair hang down. Even if there is only one chance in ten thousand, even if she has only a trace of residual consciousness, he must pull her back!
The cleaner has no face. It didn't make any noise, but approached Chen Mo with a stiff but fast pace that didn't conform to ergonomics, dragging the wet mop. Mop across the dust and water stains on the ground, leaving a winding wet mark, emitting a faint, strange smell like formalin mixed with rust.
Its "face" faces Chen Mo smoothly, and its peristalsis under the skin seems to have accelerated. No eyes, but Chen Mo can clearly feel a kind of "locked" chill, as if there are countless invisible needles, trying to pierce his skin and cover his cognition.
Can't look at its face! Can't pick up anything!
The silence jerked sideways, his back clung to the wall full of lenses, and used the space of the narrow passage to limit the other party's action route. The flashlight in his left hand did not shine directly on the faceless person, but suddenly flashed and hit the beam on a large mirror fragment on the side wall!
"shua-!"
The dazzling reflection instantly exploded in the channel, just like detonating a small flash bomb. The light refracts and jumps wildly between countless lenses, forming a dazzling turbulent flow of light.
The action of the cleaner who has no face is obviously delayed. It seems to be extremely uncomfortable with this kind of intense light with a certain "logical attribute" after specular reflection. Its smooth face leans slightly to one side and raises its arm to make a similar shielding action-although it has no eyes to shield.
Effective! The light reflected by the mirror is not only physical light, but also seems to have a little interference with their logic!
Taking advantage of this gap, Chen Mo ejected from the wall like a cheetah, not rushing to the faceless, but short body squeezed through the gap between its side and the wall! He could feel the cold and rough touch of the faceless uniform cloth brushing his shoulders, and he could smell the stronger strange smell. The faceless man grabbed at him with his free hand, moving so fast that his fingertips almost grazed his backpack.
Chen Mo, desperate to rush forward, pounced on the "Chen Yu" standing in front of the big mirror.
There are three steps away, "Chen Yu" completely turned around.
Under the hood of the sweater, the gray fog stirred slightly. In the fog, the outline of the five senses is struggling, emerging and quickly erased. Her body stood straight, but trembled slightly, her hands clasped at her side and her knuckles were white.
Chen Mo's eyes were locked in the fog, and he didn't dare to move or go deep. He was afraid that once he tried to see it, he would be swallowed up by the fog. He screams, although he can't hear, but the vibration and lip shape of vocal cords, he hopes to be "seen" or "perceived" by the remaining Chen Yu:
"Light rain! Look at me! I'm Chen Mo! Your brother! "
"Chen Yu" body trembled even more. The churning of gray fog also intensified the moment. Her lips seemed to wriggle, but no sound came out.
At this moment, the chill behind came again! Cleaners have turned, the wet mop with a gamey smell, toward the back of Chen Mo's head!
Close call! Chen Mo didn't look back, all his attention was on the mirror in front of him and Chen Yu. At the moment when the mop was about to happen, he did an extremely risky thing-he held out his hand suddenly, not to pull Chen Yu, but to hit the complete pier glass embedded in the wall in front of Chen Yu!
"Bang-click! ! !"
The fist hit the cold glass, and the pain came, and the phalanx seemed to crack. Spider-like cracks appeared on the surface of the mirror instantly, but they did not break immediately. Almost at the same moment when the fist touched the mirror, the mop also wiped the back of Chen Mo's head and fell heavily on the ground where he had just stood, and the dust splashed.
The center of the mirror crack, Chen Mo fist placement, a deep red blood seeped out, meandering along the crack.
In the mirror, the gray fog reflected on Chen Yu's face fluctuated and twisted violently with the crack of the mirror, like a bad TV picture! The outline of the five senses struggling in the fog was instantly clear-Chen Mo saw her sister's familiar eyes, always smiling, but at the moment she was full of endless fear and pain, looking at him through the fog!
"Elder brother ...!"
An extremely weak voice, as if coming through the thick glass, with tears, actually sounded directly in his mind! Not through earrings, but some more direct, telepathic connection! It's Chen Yu She is conscious!
But the sound only appeared for a moment, and it was drowned by more dense fog.
"Light rain! Hold on! " Chen Mo shouted in the heart, regardless of the blood dripping on the back of his hand, and raised his fist again to hit it!
However, the faceless person behind him no longer gives him a chance. The mop is raised again, this time sweeping, and the target hits Chen Mo's waist and ribs! Faster, more powerful, bring up the wind pressure let Chen Mo back chills.
I can't hide!
Chen Mo eyes flashed refuse. Instead of hiding, he pressed all his strength and weight forward and slammed his shoulder into the cracked mirror! At the same time, with a wave of his left hand, he threw the flashlight that he had been holding in his hand in the direction of the faceless person behind him with all his strength!
"Hua! ! !"
The mirror was finally overwhelmed and completely shattered! Fragments of glass showered across Chen Mo's cheeks and arms, causing a fine stabbing pain. The wall behind the frame was exposed, mottled and damp.
"Bang!"
Almost at the same time, there was a heavy impact on his back. It was the mop pole that swept the side of his backpack. The great power made him stumble forward and almost threw himself into the broken glass on the ground. But he also heard a muffled sound behind him and the sound of something falling to the ground-it was the flashlight he threw, which seemed to hit something.
At the moment when the mirror was broken, the light in the channel seemed to dim, and then an invisible and sticky "pressure" suddenly eased. The stabbing pain from the ear nail is also slightly relieved.
The most obvious change comes from "Chen Yu" in front of himself.
Her body shook suddenly, as if she had been drained of all her strength, and she fell back softly. The gray mist on her face rolled violently, then dissipated and contracted as quickly as the ebb tide, and finally turned into a few tiny white smoke, which got into the neckline and cuffs of her sweater and disappeared.
Her real, pale, cold sweat-covered face was exposed, her eyes were closed and her brow was furrowed, but her breathing seemed to be smoother.
"Light rain!" Chen Mo forgot the pain behind him and the broken glass in his hand, and rushed to catch his fallen sister.
Tentacles are warm, which is the body temperature of the living. He shook his fingers to explore her gasp. Although he could not feel the airflow, he could see the faint ups and downs in her chest.
Still alive!
Before ecstasy could come to my mind, the strange noise from behind made his hair stand on end. He suddenly looked back and saw that the cleaner was climbing up from the ground-the flashlight thrown by Chen Mo just hit the side of its head. Although it did not cause substantial damage, it was temporarily unbalanced and fell to the ground. At the moment, its smooth face "looks" at the broken mirror, and "looks" at Chen Mo and Chen Yu, and its body is trembling slightly, which seems to be in some kind of "logical confusion". The main media mirror was destroyed, and its connection with the source (mirror tomb/faceless girl) was seriously disturbed!
But it still has the ability to act. It abandoned the mop, opened its hands, and walked stiffly towards Chen Mo's brother and sister in a more direct and frightening manner. The peristalsis under the skin is crazy, as if something is going to break out of the body.
Can't stay!
The silence took Chen Yu, who was in a coma, back to her back, and held her legs with her injured hand. With the other hand, she grabbed a flashlight that was still bright on the ground but the light was weak, and stumbled in the direction when she came!
The faceless man behind gave a low and vague roar and began to chase. But it seems to be slower and more uncoordinated, like a broken puppet.
Chen Mo carrying Chen Yu, running hard in the narrow channel full of lens fragments. The lungs were burning, and there was a terrible pain from the injured hand. The weight on his back made every step extremely difficult for him. But he didn't dare to stop and look back. In the debris on both sides of the wall, countless "he" who fled in a mess were running with him, and the picture was bizarre.
Finally, he rushed out of the death tunnel and returned to the relatively open front stage. Without hesitation, he rushed straight at the broken window that came in before!
Footsteps behind him and the chill of being peeped at go hand in hand, but they seem to be confined near the exit of the passage, and they don't continue to chase. Perhaps, at a certain distance from the core area, the activities of these secondary faceless people will be more restricted.
Chen Mo exhausted his last strength, pushed Chen Yu out of the window first, and then climbed out awkwardly. Outside the deserted Little Square, the sun blinded him, and fresh air poured into his nose, but it smelled of blood and dust for the rest of his life.
He sat down on the ground, panting, looking at Chen Yu, who was still in a coma, but his face was foggy, and his great fatigue and terror drowned him like a flood.
He did it ... temporarily.
But just as his spirit was a little slack, there was a clear whisper from the left ear stud again, this time with an unprecedented and almost "humanized" dignity:
[Warning: High priority external signal access attempt detected ...]
[Signal source identification: regional monitoring node of' Pretender Association' ...]
[Signal content: identity verification request; Position locking; Harmless assessment ...]
[Suggester: Keep still and cooperate with the verification. Resistance may lead to erasure. ]
The silence suddenly looked up.
At the entrance of Little Square, outside the half-open iron gate, I don't know when, two dark, unmarked vans parked quietly.
There are three people standing beside the car.
Two men and one woman. They all wear tailored dark gray uniforms, which are similar in style to Chinese tunic suits, but more concise and neat, and the fabrics have a special matte in the sun. Their expressions are calm, their eyes are sharp, and they have a critical and condescending indifference.
Headed by a woman who looks about thirty years old. She looks good, but her temperament is cold. The most striking thing is that her face is covered with half a delicate mask with a cold metal light, covering the upper part of her face from her forehead to her nose. The eye parts of the mask are two dark goggles-like lenses, which are reflecting Chen Mo's awkward figure at the moment.
Her eyes swept Chen Yu, who was in a coma, Chen Mo's bleeding hand and swollen ears, and finally stopped on the rusty stud in his left ear for a few seconds.
Then, she spoke, and her voice came clearly through some kind of public address equipment, which was smooth and without emotion, but made Chen Mo, who could not hear, "feel" the unquestionable authority through the vibration of the ground and the fluctuation of the air:
"Mr Chen Mo. And this ... Ms. Chen Yu. "
"We are the field team of the seventh division of the Pretenders Association."
"We need your cooperation in the investigation of the" residual event of the logical collapse of Yuelai Theater "and the" unregistered contract "and" conceptual pollution "involved by you two."
"Please come with us."
The woman said, slightly raised a hand. Two male members behind her took a step forward silently, coordinated their actions, and blocked all possible escape routes. Their hands seemed to hang down at random, but there was a sharp warning from Chen Mo's earrings:
[Low threat' relic' energy fluctuation detected … Type: bound/restricted …]
The Association ... has finally arrived.
Is it redemption or another more exquisite cage?
Chen Mo hugged her sister in a coma, looked at the unfathomable eyes behind the half metal mask, and knew that she had no way out.
The sunshine is fine, but he only feels cold all over.