Chapter 4: 004

004.
There are not many employees in the demon control bureau, plus Feng Chiman is full and there are only five. In addition to Song Shujing, there are two young men in the hall, which look almost exactly the same, but no more than eighteen. The slightly shorter boy protruded his head from behind Song Shujing and blinked, "Is this mirror the mirror of the demon recorded in historical records?"
Soon after lunch, Song Shujing went to the bookstore inside the demon administration. The so-called bookstore is actually a loft full of books. The books inside are full of books and messy. Song Shujing ate a lot of dust before finding a book that recorded all kinds of treasures in the demon world. As a result, I turned to the mirror of the demon as soon as I turned it over.
Now the staff of the demon control bureau almost know that Feng Chi has a demon mirror.
Song Shujing quickly covered her face and responded vaguely twice, "It must be that you want to see how ugly your prototype is, don't take a picture with me!"
Except Song Shujing, the demon control board has a particularly good attitude. And they are particularly satisfied with their prototypes. Their prototypes belonged to the mighty ones, and I was a little eager to try.
Feng Chi glanced at Zhuo Guang, who was rubbing his hands with his flies, and put the mirror into his hand under the staring gaze of the other party.
Zhuo Guang took a picture of the two brothers without saying anything.
Immediately afterwards, a scream almost pierced Feng Chi's eardrum.
"Aoao Aoao has a ghost--"
Feng Chi: "..."
The short boy saw his body in the mirror and his eyes were all bright. He quickly pulled the brother next to him and took a few steps. In the mirror, eighteen snake heads with scales stuck together, spitting out the red and colorful snake letter.
Ji Huan's pupils squeezed sharply, and then his eyes rolled, and he fainted.
Zhuo Guang just got together and had no time to see the eighteen snake heads. He noticed that the mirror surface was black, and there was nothing. Not to mention the prototype, even their faces were not printed.
He poked in the mirror, "What's going on? Wasn't it still possible to take a picture just now? Why is the mirror dark?" But one thing said, your brothers got together and they looked a little scary.
The young twins were named Shi Jiu and Shi Ying. The body is the nine beasts of the fierce beast. Nine infants are rumored to be evil and fierce, and there are also nine heads.
My younger brother Shi Ying touched his baby's fat face and muttered: "It's okay, it's more handsome than I am now."
Feng Chi listened to the conversation between the two employees, and then looked at the little mirror that was stuck in Zhuo Guang's hands, and vaguely guessed what was going on.
Is this scared?
Feng Chi took the demon mirror back and glanced casually at the demon, asking, "Did you just hear no sound?"
Zhuo Guang scratched his head, "What sound?"
Feng Chiwen didn't say much, "Nothing."
Ji Huan was frightened by the nine brothers and two brothers, and lay down for three hours before waking up. The moment before he opened his eyes, there seemed to be eighteen snake heads leaning against him.
Feng Chi leaned on the office chair with his eyes closed to refresh himself, and suddenly noticed that something seemed to flash in front of him. He opened his eyes and saw that the original dark mirror was restored to its original state at the moment, and his features and appearance could be printed in one click.
Subsequently, his eyes locked on the little black spot.
The little black dot hugs his knee in disapproval, and he can't stop mumbling: "Why didn't anyone tell me that there is such a horrible monster in the Demon Administration ..."
What do the authors of "Hunting" do not eat carefully, even the most important thing of the monster management board?
Before that, Ji Huan didn't even know that there were a pair of twins in the Demon Control Board.
Still a pair of such terrifying twins.
Ji Huan said that he found a face in front of him.
He held his chin and stared hard at Feng Chi's handsome face to wash his eyes. "The big brother told me to look twice, and my eyes are almost blind."
Feng Chi: "..."
Feng Chi was staring at him with that fierce sight, all uncomfortable. But Ji Huan said that washing his eyes means washing his eyes, and he would never rest without staring at it for half an hour.
After half an hour, Feng Chi's face stiffened. Ji Huan finally withdrew his gaze unconsciously.
Also smashed his mouth.
"So lovely."
Feng Chi reached silently to cover his hand and pressed the mirror. There was another mumble in the mirror.
When it was off work, Ji Huan was taken home by Feng Chi again. Tossing the small mirror on the sofa in the bedroom, and throwing a pillow up, concealed the sight of the little black spot in the mirror. However, although a part of the line of sight was blocked, various sounds were clearly heard.
There is a slight friction when the slippers step on the carpet, and there will be a "click" when the door handle is pressed. The shower in the bathroom is turned on, and the warm water falls on the ground and splashes drops of water-
Ji Huan was even able to make up for the appearance of a late shower.
The picture in my mind became more and more ambiguous, and Ji Huan coughed quickly, covering his hot tip.
No, good socialist youth cannot always think of these colored things.
As a result, very upright socialist young people were buried under the pillow all night and day. When Feng Chi left the house the next day, he didn't even remember it, and a small mirror was dropped by him. Ji Huan could not help but sigh in the bottom of his heart as he heard the sound of the lock coming from the door.
Feng Chi, the villain, as he wrote in the novel, did not care about his big baby at all.
waste.
Ji Huan was lying on the ground, probably because the mirror had been pressed by the pillow, and his chest was a little stuffy. At first, I didn't care much. When Feng Chi left, leaving him alone at home, Ji Huan felt bored when he was bored.
He turned over and rolled in place, but the suppressed feeling never disappeared.
In desperation, Ji Huan could only stare up at the sky.
Suddenly, his ear moved.
"Beep beep--"
"Hello Ji Huan, this is System 221. The last meeting was too hasty and I haven't had time to say hello to you."
The familiar mechanical and electronic sound made Ji Huan blink and greet him quickly.
"Hello 221."
"I only have a five-minute break. Do you have anything to ask me? Hold on."
Ji Huan slowly raised his eyebrows, "According to the general flow of novels, don't you stay with me all the time and stare at the progress of my task?"
221 laughed at the words.
The short laugh sounded for two paragraphs, which sounded very strange.
"However, we don't need you to complete the task. Our request for you is also your own demand, just live. Just three minutes, hurry up."
Ji Huan was confused for a moment, but he did not dare to hesitate at the moment. He had also tried calling 221 in his heart before, but nothing happened. It seemed that the system that appeared suddenly before was just a dream for him. Now that 221 appears on his own, he can't miss this opportunity.
"Can I get out of the mirror?"
"can."
"Then ... how do I get out?"
"As long as you practice to a certain extent, you can leave the mirror. You have three methods of cultivation, greed, merit, and aura. Ah, it's time, I will go first, and I will come to see you next time."
The sound was blocked with a click. Ji Huan touched his nose, thinking that he probably belonged to a pitiful little stocked.
He sighed in the bottom of his heart, and then began to think about what 221 said about greed, merit and aura.
There are ways to write about these monsters in "The Monster Run". The villains generally use the greed of monsters or humans to help them fulfill their wishes and then collect the price. And the protagonist of "The Monster Run" is attacked by helping others to gain the belief cultivation of others. In other words, the more faith, the more merit, the more powerful.
The above two are not suitable for Ji Huan.
Ji Huan at the moment is a mirror, unable to move.
So, only the last way is left.
Feng Chi did not return that evening. The window in Fengchi's bedroom was not closed, and the night wind raised the curtains and let the moonlight come in. Ji Huan, resting with his eyes closed, seemed to feel a light falling on his eyelids, and opened his eyes in confusion.
The sofa was facing the window, and the moonlight fell on the sofa.
Probably because the pillow did not press the mirror tightly, and the corner was slightly tilted, the trace of moonlight seemed to be threaded into the void, and all fell on the mirror. Ji Huan felt warm all over, and under the warm and soft touch, he almost closed his eyes and slept again.
But Ji Huan soon noticed that something was wrong and quickly jumped up from the ground, protruding a head and looking out. The moonlight illuminates the room, Ji Huan finds an angle with difficulty, and finally understands what is going on.
The last method of cultivation mentioned in 221 is also the slowest, most comfortable and most suitable method for salted fish.
Just basking in the moonlight bath.
Ji Huan yawned, basked in the sun for most of the night, relaxed all over, and even the feeling of oppression on his chest disappeared. He lay on his back on his back, his arms stretched out to relax, and suddenly Duang rang out in his ear.
In an instant, countless moonlights came from all directions and wrapped a small mirror in it.
Ji Huan was so confused that he sat up cross-legged and accidentally discovered that the pillow that had originally pressed himself had rolled from the sofa to the ground. He looked down at his hand, maybe it was because he just raised his lower arm ...
In this way, he does seem to feel his fingers touching something.
Realizing this, Ji Huan immediately got up from the ground and unconsciously turned two circles to express his excitement. It was also at this time that the small mirror DuangDuang doubled in place and stood upright.
The picture in front of Ji Huan changed from a ceiling to a coffee table.
Ji Huan's response was extremely fast, and he took two steps towards the right hand. After DuangDuang's two clicks, his vision changed again.
He almost wept with joy!
He, Ji Huan, can finally move himself after being trapped in the mirror for a few days!
Move the world!
Ji Huan, who deeply felt the benefits of the moonlight bath, ran to the window sill with his legs open, but things were not that simple. Ji Huan, who ran a thousand kilometers without any special response, only ran for a few seconds, and most of his energy was gone. He sat on the ground and gasped hard.
A few minutes later, he leaped forward with great strength, and the small mirror crashed on the soft quilt, and the dark bedding buried him. Ji Huan rolled quietly on the quilt twice, like a little milk cat who only slept in the open air for half his life and finally got a soft blanket, spreading his limbs to reveal a soft belly.
Comfort makes people fall.
Ji Huan was lying on the bedding, covering his mouth and yawning, his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.
The next day, Ji Huan woke up when he heard the door unlock. His eyes widened sharply, and he soon noticed that the footsteps of the living room were getting closer.
Ji Huan took a breath and rolled away from the bed in a hurry.
It must have been Feng Chi, who never returned home at night.
If Feng Chi sees a mirror suddenly appearing on his bed, with Feng Chi's character, he might break him up!
Ji Huan didn't pay attention in anxiety and hurriedly, stepped on the empty foot, and the mirror rolled to the edge of the sofa. He didn't dare to hesitate and jumped the sofa again, but when he went up, he found the pillow still on the ground.
Ji Huan: "..."
How do you pick up this pillow?
The author has something to say: Ji Huan: woo woo woo I can finally move freely.
Feng Chi: Well, move it yourself.