Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

Time slips away unnoticed.

The number of missing persons gradually rose to fifty-four.

Qi Zhimu and the other person were in the changing room of the gym on the 32nd floor, observing the mirror on the wall.

The lights suddenly flickered, alternating between bright and dark, as if the light had been sucked away by something.

Sensing a chilling aura, Qi Zhimu almost instinctively picked up the black tower and rolled to the side.

The next instant, a black hand, now just skin and bones, emerged from the mirror and stabbed straight at the spot where the Black Tower had been crouching.

Having nothing to gain from killing it, Qi Zhimu had no desire to continue the fight. He swirled around his feet and swept out of the changing room like the wind.

A terrifying ghostly figure emerged from the mirror and chased after the spot where the two had disappeared.

Qi Zhimu ran quickly up several floors and stopped at a corner where there were no mirrors nearby.

Those who encountered them along the way could only catch a fleeting glimpse of their afterimage.

The NPCs, already terrified by the frequent disappearances, were even more frightened upon seeing this.

For Qi Zhimu and the other person, things were quiet for the time being.

Hei Ta wrapped his arms tightly around Qi Zhimu's body, carefully watching for any movement.

"It seems they haven't caught up?"

"Or maybe they just can't catch up with me...for now?"

Qi Zhimu didn't rule out the possibility of a definitive answer, and pondered for a moment before saying:

"Fifty-four NPCs have gone missing. We'll see if the number continues to rise."

Before the words were even finished, an extremely distinct chilling aura, accompanied by the sound of bones touching the ground, rapidly approached.

Qi Zhimu cursed under his breath, picked up the black tower, and rushed towards the fire escape on the other side.

A few seconds later, the shadowy figure reappeared in their original spot.

Qi Zhimu took a long detour, running from the 32nd floor to the 5th floor in one go.

After waiting for a while, I ran back to the 32nd floor and found a small meeting room where I could leave at any time.

It's okay if the door is blocked; you can break the glass to get into the cubicle.

"So, are there any new unlucky ones now?"

"Yes, another person has gone missing."

Black Tower first reported, then analyzed the situation.

"It seems that we have to overturn at least half of our previous conclusions. The fact that the ghost has started to attack us does not necessarily mean that all the clues have been revealed."

"Then we can only keep hiding and waiting, which is so annoying. We can't even kill someone who jumps in front of us. It's so frustrating."

Thinking about how he had been hiding and searching all this time, Qi Zhimu felt like going crazy.

"We understand your displeasure, but we have no other choice for the time being," Black Tower reassured.

Qi Zhimu could only roll his eyes at this.

After staying in one place for the designated time, he had to secretly move with the Black Tower, trying his best not to be discovered.

But the Mirror Ghost seemed to have given up and never appeared again.

Gradually, the number of missing persons rose from fifty-four to seventy-two.

Seventy-eight, eighty-three, ninety-one...

The higher the number, the faster the speed.

There are less than two hours left until the twelve-hour limit is reached.

"It seems we've found some clues..." Black Tower's tone was tinged with suspicion.

"What?"

"It's not certain yet."

"If you keep me in suspense any longer, I'll spank you!"

"I want to wait until the ghosts stop killing the NPCs. Maybe then I can verify my theory and gather all the clues."

"What? It's that simple?" Qi Zhimu snorted. "As long as ghosts don't have the ability to teleport or pass through walls, you're safe."

……

Time continued, and the two continued to carefully and cautiously move to different positions.

Within just twenty minutes, the number of missing persons reached 108, and no new cases were added in the following ten minutes.

"It seems my guess was right. All the clues should be out now, just waiting to be solved." Black Tower's voice came from his arms.

Qi Zhimu perked up slightly and leaned against the door of an empty office.

"Hurry up and undo it, I can't wait to blast the ghost's true form to smithereens."

Black Tower stared at the coordinates of the 108 missing persons incidents on the screen for a long time.

Time, place, direction the mirrors face, number.

The amount of data is increasing, but the patterns remain unclear.

She began to doubt whether she was on the wrong track.

"strangeness……"

"What's strange?"

"I can't find any common characteristics."

Height? Age? Hobbies? Blood type?

"It has nothing to do with these things."

"What on earth is this about? I've been running around this building for over ten hours, and I even remember the coordinates of the hundreds of people who died here. What kind of twisted movie is this? I'm about to cry!"

"!!!"

Upon hearing a certain statement from Qi Zhimu, Hei Ta's expression suddenly froze, and a flash of inspiration struck him.

I've memorized the coordinates of hundreds of deaths... death locations, coordinates... coordinates...

right!!

It's the coordinates!

She had overlooked such a simple and direct truth, and was even struck by the boomerang effect of her own words.

You really can't use overly complicated thinking to try and figure out the screenwriter behind this movie.

"The answer might lie in the mirror's location; all we need to do is transform it into a spatial seating area..."

Before he could finish speaking, Black Tower found his vision blurring and his center of gravity shifting violently.

The cold, withered arm brushed against my cheek by a hair's breadth, sending shivers down my spine.

"Damn, these sneak attacks are getting more and more insidious!"

Qi Zhimu skillfully rushed into the fire escape, unable to help but curse.

The number of stairs he climbed during this period was more than the number he has climbed since he was born as a ethereal being.

This time, however, it wasn't so easy to shake off the Mirror Ghost.

There are no mirrors in the fire escape, but there are mirrors connecting the upper and lower floors, so ghosts can easily use the mirrors to move quickly.

Qi Zhimu was blocked from the fire exit several times, forcing him to stop and turn around.

As he was blocked more and more often, he had no choice but to slow down slightly, letting the ghost chase him into areas without mirrors first, and then bursting into a faster speed to widen the distance.

All the NPCs in the building had turned into motionless puppets, frozen in their positions.

Some people were still pressed their faces against the computer screen, while others were making phone calls to the outside world with expressions of fear.

But no matter who it was, their breath had stopped, like lifelike wax museum exhibits.

The ghosts passed by them one after another as if they were nothing.

"The fact that they're not interested in the NPCs but are only relentlessly pursuing us means we must have come across a complete clue. What was that last thing you said?"

Black Tower understood the urgency of the situation and spoke urgently.

"To make a long story short, remember the three-sided mirror in restroom number three on the twelfth floor? There are five such mirrors in total, the other four are on the fifty-ninth, forty-second, thirty-fourth, and twenty-sixth floors!"

"We need to go to these floors and retrieve the mosaic mirrors!"

"Collect all five pieces of the mosaic mirror to open the door to the demon's true form!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Zhimu's spirits lifted, and he instantly appeared at the end of the corridor, leaving the relentlessly pursuing Deadly Mirror Ghost far behind.

After creating some distance, I sat on the staff, switched from running to flying, and sped upwards through the fire escape, quickly reaching the fifty-ninth floor.

"In the screening room not far from the corridor of office number 4!" Black Tower reminded.

A fleeting, whirlwind-like shadow crashed through the projection room door.

Qi Zhimu's sharp gaze swept around and locked onto the art mirror hanging on the left, which seemed out of place with the environment.

"That's the one, but it's a bit bulky..."

Before Hei Ta could finish speaking, Qi Zhimu waved his hand and disappeared into the distance, seemingly putting the art mirror away.

……

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