Chapter 161: The old owl cries, the time of death has come

After listening to it, I had a general idea in my mind.

I remembered a popular joke I read on the Internet some time ago. It was about an idle college student who found a mirror to do an experiment. He would look in the mirror from morning to night every day, more than forty times a day. Each session lasted five minutes.

It was fine at first, but as time went by, more and more weird things started to happen. First of all, he found that he didn't recognize himself in the mirror, and then he often couldn't control his emotions, crying and laughing crazily. He felt as if the person in the mirror was the real self, the current self. Follow the reflection of yourself in the mirror.

About a month later, he found that he couldn't live without the mirror. As soon as I leave the mirror, I feel that the whole world is blank and I can't feel my own existence. I have to sit in front of the mirror all day long and look at myself in the mirror.

He couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, didn't brush his teeth and wash his face. He was so hungry and skinny, with dark circles under his eyes and disheveled hair, that he looked like a dead ghost.

Until later, he developed symptoms of schizophrenia and felt that he was fake and that the person in the mirror was the real self. He lived in doubt and pain every day. Finally, he could not bear the mental pressure and committed suicide...

An ordinary mirror can make a person look like this, let alone an ancient mirror from the Tang Dynasty of unknown origin?

This Ms. Song is really looking for death.

I asked Ms. Song, how long do you need to look in the mirror a day?

Ms. Song hesitated and said that at the beginning it was only about a dozen times. At most, she sat in front of the mirror all day long.

I was shocked by Ms. Song. There is no need to be narcissistic to this extent.

I quickly asked Ms. Song why she had to look in the mirror so many times. Ms. Song said there is nothing strange about this. She is a micro-business person and has to deal with various things at home every day. She stays at home all day long and dresses up when she is bored. What's wrong?

I said that if you look in the mirror too much, you may have some mental problems.

Ms. Song scolded her directly: "Shit, are you a professional? Those who practice dance practice in front of the mirror all day long. So according to you, all dancers are schizophrenic?"

I said that the nature of the two is different. When they practice dancing, most of their attention is focused on body movements and they basically don't look at their faces. But this is different for you. Most of your attention is on your face. If you look at it for a long time, something will inevitably happen.

Ms. Song still didn't believe it and said I was talking nonsense. I knew it wouldn't make sense to her, so I didn't bother to talk to her anymore.

Ms. Song first took me back to the villa she rented in the suburbs of Beijing. I walked around and found no imbalance of yin and yang. Everything seemed normal, so I asked her to take me to the place where the bronze mirrors were placed to have a look.

Ms. Song drove me to the community where I lived before.

This community is called Water Garden. It is located in the South Third Ring Road. A house of 100 square meters costs at least 5 million. This bitch is really rich, I wouldn't even be willing to live there if I didn't.

When we arrived at the water garden, we found that Li Mazi was already waiting for us at the gate of the community. Seeing that we were late, Li Mazi was very angry and asked us why we came so slowly.

I said there was a traffic jam on the road and after a delay, Ms. Song rolled her eyes at Li Mazi again and said you'd better have a nice attitude, otherwise I will deduct the money.

Li Mazi was furious, but he couldn't let it out. He could only hold back his anger and chased the BMW all the way to the gate of the community.

After entering the elevator, Ms. Song suddenly squatted down covering her eyes, looking very scared.

I was startled by Ms. Song's strange movements, and quickly asked Ms. Song what happened?

Ms. Song said in fear that she did not dare to look at the inner wall of the elevator because she was not there.

I took a look at the inner walls of the elevator. They were all made of pure metal. They were as bright as mirrors and could reflect people's shadows.

I couldn't help but laugh. This Ms. Song was bitten by a snake once and was afraid of well ropes for ten years.

Unexpectedly, Ms. Song lived on the tenth floor. She was really brave. Generally, single women would live below the fifth floor, because the yin and yang on the upper floors are not good for women. And if you encounter any gangsters and are thrown downstairs, you will be smashed to pieces.

I asked Ms. Song why she wanted to buy such a high floor. Ms. Song said I was happy, but do you care?

I burst into laughter and said, of course I can't control it, but you'd better be careful, living on such a high floor is not good for you.

Ms. Song quickly asked me why I said that. I said I was happy, but do you care?

Li Mazi and I have always been suppressed by Ms. Song, which makes me very unhappy, so I am ready to give her a blow.

As expected, Ms. Song was frightened. She apologized to me repeatedly and asked me to tell her the secret. After I told her, Ms. Song immediately regretted it and said she shouldn't have believed the salesperson's lies.

When I entered Ms. Song's room, I felt unusually cold! This coldness is not an ordinary cold, but more like a cold that goes deep into the bone marrow, a cold that comes from the inside out.

I took a deep breath and asked Ms. Song where the bronze mirror was.

Ms. Song took me into the bedroom, opened the safe, and took out the bronze mirror.

The bronze mirror is indeed exquisitely made, whether it is gold-plated or sandalwood bracket, they are all very elegant. I weighed it and felt it should be the real thing.

Such a thing, even if it is placed in the National Museum, must be of the highest quality. Why is it collected by this little rich woman?

To be honest, although she has 10 million, she is not considered rich in Beijing and is not worthy of this bronze mirror.

I guess that the person who sold Ms. Song this bronze mirror must not be a good person and has some kind of purpose...

So I asked Ms. Song, how much did it cost to buy this bronze mirror? Ms. Song said it wasn’t much, only about half a million.

She originally wanted to show off by saying this, to prove that she was wealthy and had spent more than half a million yuan to buy a mirror. But in my heart I despised her fiercely. Is this woman stupid? Just how much does the Tang Dynasty handmade gold inlaid around it cost? Five hundred thousand can buy this bronze mirror. It’s no surprise that it’s a ghost.

But I didn't say anything. I just said that I would stay here tonight. I want to see what's weird about this bronze mirror.

Ms. Song looked at me nervously and asked if she wanted to stay too? I glanced at Ms. Song in surprise and said, "If you don't stay, who will?" This bronze mirror only works on you, but it may not work on us.

Ms. Song had no choice but to nod and agree.

I checked the bronze mirror over and over again, but found nothing strange, so I simply put the bronze mirror back on the dressing table and stared at myself in the mirror for a while.

This bronze mirror is really powerful. It is not much different from modern glass mirrors. Although the corners are blurry, it must have been considered very high-quality at the time. I guess only members of the royal family can afford it, right?

Li Mazi walked up and knocked on the bronze mirror gently, asking me if this thing is worth 500,000 yuan? This is someone being taken advantage of.

Ms. Song was very angry and said why it was not worth 500,000 yuan. She finally argued with Li Mazi and refused to admit that she had made a loss when buying the mirror...

But I was attracted by the knocking sound of Li Mazi just now. When Li Mazi knocked on the bronze mirror just now, the sound made by the bronze mirror was very strange.

Logically speaking, a normal bronze mirror should make a crisp sound when knocked, but the sound Li Mazi made was very hoarse, like the sound made by an old witch in Europe and America in the 18th century, and it lasted for a long time!

I didn't believe in evil, so I knocked again. Sure enough, it didn't make the sound it was supposed to make, but instead made a dull and hoarse sound.

Before I could find out, something suddenly hit the balcony window of Ms. Song's house, smashing the window glass.

The room immediately became quiet, and we all looked towards the balcony.

A crow with its head covered in blood lay quietly in the glass, dead.

I took a breath, what happened to this crow? They definitely didn't bump into each other for no reason, there must be some special reason.

"Hmph, why is the quality of this glass so poor?" Ms. Song was furious: "I'm looking for real estate. What kind of broken house is this!"

I quickly stopped Ms. Song and asked her to stop talking and listen to what was going on outside.

Ms. Song was stunned, looked at me a little scared, and asked me what was wrong?

Before I could say anything, a large group of pitch-black crows flew over the window sill again, standing in a row, staring at Ms. Song with their dull eyes.

Ms. Song immediately stepped forward and shot at them. The crows made a "croak" sound and flew away as if they were escaping.

"It's really unlucky." Ms. Song said angrily.

"Yes." Li Mazi also sighed and said: "People say that when the old bird cries, it is time to die..."

"You are such a crow, you can't say something nice. Why are you saying that it's time to die? Do you believe that I will call the police and arrest you now?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel again, I quickly stopped them and told them not to get angry. I now feel that the arrival of the group of crows must have something to do with us knocking on this bronze mirror.

So I asked Ms. Song, had she ever encountered this kind of situation before, where crows flew in groups to the balcony?