The mirror underground in the workshop was so weak that it exploded before Han Fei could take a closer look. If he wanted to see those children, he could only find a way to find a similar mirror in the deep world.
"There is a certain connection between the murder club in reality and the black rain area in the deep world. Those perverted murderers call it a bridge, and the mirror is the key to building the bridge."
Han Fei and the blind old man walked out of the warehouse, and the old man and the young man came to the dance studio in the back alley holding black umbrellas.
"Didn't you say you were interested in growing flowers before? Why do you suddenly want to learn to dance again?" The old man touched the big lock on the dance studio and spent a long time to open it.
"I said I like growing flowers because the gardener is here. If I dared to say no at that time, she would probably stuff me into the flowerpot directly." Han Fei is still a little afraid of the gardener. The contrast between his voice and his body shape is very big.
The big old man exudes a very strange aura that is hard to see through.
"You'd better find your true hobby quickly. Life is only so long. Don't regret it later after all the time has passed." The blind old man entered the dance studio with Han Fei: "The gardener has never come back since you left.
, you don’t have to worry about meeting her, just practice dancing here, dancing can vent a person’s inner negative emotions.”
"Isn't the gardener coming back soon?" Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief, and his voice was no longer so nervous: "Old man, in addition to learning to dance, I also want to ask you for some advice."
"I knew you had bad intentions, tell me, what is it?"
"I found a mirror in an underground factory. As long as I stand in front of it, the mirror can reflect my appearance when I died, and it can also reflect the souls of the innocent people who died in my hands." Han Fei secretly glanced at the old man and said,
After seeing that there was nothing unusual about the other party, he continued: "That mirror seems to be related to the club in this area, so I want to ask, does the mirror in our dance studio have a similar effect?"
"Yes, there is, but I also forgot which mirror it is." The old man pointed to his eye socket: "I can't see it, so you have to find it yourself."
"How to find it? Look in each mirror? I remember that you need to read something to trigger the mirror."
"No need." The old man shook his head: "Ordinary mirrors are filled with dead souls. Only that mirror hides the filthy self. If you look carefully, you will find something different."
Putting the old tape recorder in his hand on the ground, the old man walked onto the stage: "I will teach you a simple method. Dancing in the dark can help you see yourself clearly."
"I don't quite understand what you mean, but I feel like you are trying to trick me into learning dance from you." Han Fei sat under the stage and carefully watched every move of the old man. Slowly, his soul seemed to be pulled.
, the whole person was completely immersed in the old man's dance.
There seemed to be a memory hidden behind every movement. The old man seemed to have made his life into a dance.
He used to dance solo in the dark, but now he has an audience under the stage.
"Life blooms like a flower, and then withers at its most beautiful moment and returns to the soil..."
Countless souls emerged in the mirror. They came closer in the night, laughing and crying together with the dance.
Han Fei didn't even know when the dance ended. It took him a long time to react. By then, the old man had fallen on the stage, and his chest was stained red with blood.
"Old man!"
Jumping onto the stage, Han Fei came close to the old man.
"Don't worry, I won't die." The blind old man coughed violently, with blood all over his mouth and neck: "I'm just old and can't jump anymore."
"You'd better have a good rest. If you have any regrets, tell me and I'll do it for you." Han Fei has been dealing with ghosts and ghosts in the deep world. He opened his mouth to express his regrets and closed his mouth to express his last wish. Only after he finished speaking did he realize that the old man was not a ghost.
"There are indeed a lot of regrets." The old man didn't think there was anything wrong with what Han Fei said. He sat up with difficulty and said, "Your dancing talent is very poor, but your learning ability is very strong. You can memorize all the moves after just one look.
I want to teach you all the dances I know. When I am no longer here, you can occasionally dance to the gardener."
"Are you two a couple?"
"How could I have the honor to be her family after I caused her to be like that?" The blind old man moved to the edge of the stage little by little: "The dance I just danced is called - Me. If you practice it a few more times, it should be fine."
The most special mirror here can be found through that dance."
"Okay." Han Fei walked onto the stage, recalling every move of the old man, but as soon as his body started to move, the old man interrupted him.
"It doesn't mean that if you copy every move, it's called dance. You have to incorporate your own understanding." The blind old man couldn't see Han Fei at all, but he said to Han Fei very solemnly.
Han Fei stopped and waved his hand towards the old man's empty eyes. He was indeed blind.
"If you want to find the most special mirror in this club, you have to face your true self." The old man raised his head and stared behind Han Fei with his dark eyes: "He is always behind you, lying on your back.
body, eating your blood and pinching your soul."
"Can you stop saying it in such a scary way?" Han Fei looked back several times. There was only a mirror behind him.
"Do you want to reconcile with him? Or do you want to kill him? Does he want to kill you? Or is he eager to get something from you? If one of you chooses the wrong option, despair will definitely return to you.
You are enveloped." The old man's eyeless eyes were still staring behind Han Fei: "The gardener once said that the owner of this garden has been looking for twin flowers. It is said that when the twin flowers bloom, it is when the dark clouds disperse."
"But isn't there only one twin flower that can bloom?" The first movie Han Fei participated in was Twin Flowers. When he was desperate, he put aside his identity as a comedian for the first time and tried to challenge a thriller movie.
"Yes, one of the flowers will absorb all the nutrients from the other flower and bloom on its own." The old man touched his radio and pressed a button, and a strange melody came out of the shabby machine: "
So I hope you can learn the dance I taught you, see your heart clearly, and don't make wrong choices."
A song that Han Fei had never heard sounded in the dance room. He thought about the old man's words and started dancing again.
"I almost completely copied the old man's movements, but why does it feel so different from his dancing?" Han Fei added the skill points he accumulated to dancing, rising to the highest level, and then to the master level.
, but to break through to the master level requires not only skill points, but also perception.
"You are indeed improving very quickly, but you can only be said to be a dancer, and you are still far from a dancer." The old man touched the stage and looked behind Han Fei blankly: "What is the name of this new dance?
It’s me, it’s about a person’s life, from the first time he opens his eyes to see the world, to the moment he perceives death, it contains too many emotions, and those things cannot be displayed by technology.”
Han Fei had completely memorized the movements, but he realized that he seemed to be trapped in the movement. This dance belonged to the old man's past, not his own.
“How should I represent my experience?”
The past is nothingness, the memory of the future is wrapped in despair and darkness, and Han Fei stands in the middle.
"Maybe I really should have a good chat with Kuangxiao." After coming out of the memory shrine in Paradise, Han Fei communicated with all the survivors, except Kuaixiao whom he did not disturb.
He can face anyone with ease, but he finds it difficult and wants to retreat when facing himself.
Repeating the dance over and over again, those movements formed a muscle memory. Han Fei slowly closed his eyes. He was no longer obsessed with looking for the mirror, but sunk his consciousness into the depths of his mind.
In Fu Sheng's shrine, Han Fei personally opened all the restrictions on Kuangxiao.
Underground in the workshop of Shouxi Mirror Factory, the mirror of the Murder Club awakens the laughter in reality.
The distance between the two of them has reached a point where they can no longer escape.
Han Fei's consciousness appeared at the door of the Scarlet Orphanage. He saw the figure in the orphanage building, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not open the door of the Scarlet Orphanage.
"I've been thinking, what's the difference between the two of us?"
"You keep laughing crazily, but I can't even show a sincere smile; you remember all the terrible and painful things in the past, and I can only feel nothingness; you have a healing personality, and the two brothers who were given the immortality medicine
As a test subject, I don’t even know what my personality is yet.”
"Everyone seems to regard you as a madman and a taboo, but I know that if you hadn't endured all the pain in the past, the crazy person would have become me. This is indisputable."
"You asked me if I wanted to be you?"
"I can be you, but can you tell me why a child with a healing personality stained his hands with the blood of thirty people at such a young age?"
"What happened on that bloody night?"
"I have come into contact with several souls who also have healing personalities, and they would never do such a thing!"
Han Fei's consciousness was knocked aside by a wave, the bell in the bloody orphanage rang, and the figure standing in the classroom stopped.
