Chapter 1951: After the Rewind, I Love You Again 27

The ghost didn't see it; as soon as the door was pushed open, icy, bone‑piercing water droplets shot straight at the skin.

Opposite the shower stall, the mirror surface, wet and covered in droplets, grew even more blurred, forming an eerie shape of a human face.

That human face was staring directly at them.

On the mirror, a slip‑warning sticker happened to be stuck; its red lettering, suffused with humid mist, kept crawling downwards in a winding motion, like writhing flesh‑worms.

A chilly wind kept blowing inward, and only the harsh white incandescent light occasionally flickered, making it impossible to tell night from day.

"Could it be a pervert ghost…?" Jin Chen muttered thoughtfully behind Ruan Fu, having no good impression of that kind of ghost.

Who would have known that, as soon as those words were finished, the faucet that had been spurting Youyou water suddenly exploded, and blood‑water nearly gushed out.

If Jin Chen hadn't dodged quickly, it would have blasted him all over.

Jin Chen brushed off the dirty splatters, then declared displeased: "It's a stingy ghost."

Ruan Fu listed examples to him as if recounting family treasures, but offered no opinion, stepping forward a few paces to push the washroom door—only to see more blood‑water seeping in through the crack.

The blood‑water wound across the floor, faintly forming a single character: death.

Ruan Fu instinctively stepped back two paces, frowned at the sight, and gripped his dagger.

"This ghost has no physical form, yet it's quite formidable." Jin Chen warned, his tone becoming much graver than before.

A bodiless ghost is like a shadow—that's the hardest to deal with.

Just as Jin Chen finished speaking, Ruan Fu's body tensed slightly; it seemed a transparent, viscous sheath covered his back, cold and damp seeping into his marrow.

He abruptly turned around, facing the mirror, and his breath suddenly tightened.

That human face had vanished at some point; the eerie smile shifted onto his own reflection in the mirror, skin peeling away, eyeballs melting.

Ruan Fu felt as if nailed to the spot, involuntarily raising his hand slowly to touch his own face.

"Ruan Fu!"

Jin Chen seized Ruan Fu's hand, covering his eyes from behind: "Don't look, it's all fake."

Ruan Fu's raised hand froze mid‑air, gradually settling onto the back of Jin Chen's hand, emitting a barely audible hum.

"Don't look, don't look, don't look… don't…"

Jin Chen's soothing voice suddenly glitched, endlessly repeating those words behind Ruan Fu.

"Jin Chen! What are you saying?"

Ruan Fu's whole body went rigid; he tried to pull Jin Chen's hand away, but found it as stiff as stone, impossible to move, and panicked: "Jin Chen! Let go of me!"

"Don't look, don't look… don't look, look look look… look at the mirror, the mirror… laugh."

This isn't Jin Chen's voice!

Cold sweat broke out on Ruan Fu's forehead; he slammed his left elbow backward, striking only emptiness, staggered two steps back, and the darkness that had blocked his vision vanished instantly—but Jin Chen was gone too.

In the empty, spacious public washroom, only he remained standing in place.

"You can't escape."

From the shower stall came a collapsing, distorted sound; every stall seemed to have someone inside, constantly muttering.

"Jin Chen escaped, he escaped!"

"He deceived… deceived deceived… you, Jin Chen… ran away!"

"Look at the mirror, mir‑ror‑ror…! Touch your ears, your eyes, your mouth…… none none none!"

"Turn… turn turn around, look at your back, your back, staring at you, staring…… eyes, eyes."

"Welcome to the hotel, you… you… you, only you, you can't get out."

Jin Chen isn't here.

Ruan Fu's expression suddenly turned cold.

He scanned that mirror; his own reflection was also staring at him.

Then, the reflection of Ruan Fu in the mirror suddenly lifted an eerie smile, flickered a few times, and appeared in the bathtub, the shower stall, and the water pool.

The filthy, damp environment kept shifting; each scene displayed a corpse of Ruan Fu dead.

"Is it a void fear anchored by mental contamination?"

Ruan Fu's face showed no fear, only reason: "Why do you think you can scare me?"

An icy voice cut through the incessantly repeating curses in the stall.

Ruan Fu's reflection in the mirror suddenly went silent, then a piercing buzzing sounded, as if under attack in another space.

——

At the instant the body in his arms turned icy cold, Jin Chen hastily flung it away, watching helplessly as "Ruan Fu" collapsed to the ground, morphing into a viscous, writhing mass of flesh, skin and muscle sticking to the tiles and turning crimson, finally dissolving into a pool of blood.

It was the same mirror.

Jin Chen even stepped closer, ignoring the continual eerie whispers rustling around him, braced his palms on the washbasin, and locked eyes with his own gradually rotting reflection in the mirror.

"Ugly thing."

"……"

The reflection of Jin Chen in the mirror slowly reached out, fiercely gouged his own left hand, revealing worm‑like writhing streaks beneath the skin and tissue, and bits of flesh fell to the floor.

At the same instant, Jin Chen's left hand, braced on the washbasin, twitched, as if sharing the pain.

He frowned, instinctively pressing his right hand to the sore spot, when the rotting right hand in the mirror suddenly pierced the glass and seized his wrist.

Two sensations struck at once.

The back of the left hand felt the icy cold of being covered by the right hand, while the right hand was gripped tight by the rotting, viscous grasp.

Jin Chen's gaze shifted slightly, meeting the smiling face in the mirror that could lunge out at any moment.

"What a coincidence, I've been a ghost too." Jin Chen suddenly said.

He tilted his head nonchalantly, "Just not as…"

"Disgusting."

"……"

Jin Chen violently flung away that rotten arm, then backhand-gripped the dagger's tip and struck down hard.

Bang!

The mirror surface instantly shattered; Jin Chen, expressionless, watched his reflected self being torn apart, then glanced around the empty washroom.

【Host, get out quickly, this place is too scary!】 Ling Gun Gun's voice grew much weaker, its tiny paws covering its eyes.

Still need to confirm Ruan Fu's safety.

Jin Chen hurried to the washroom door and turned the round handle.

The main gate opened; Jin Chen collided head-on with his reflection in the washroom mirror, his expression suddenly turning a bit colder.

【Ahhhh, why am I still here!】

【Shut up.】

Jin Chen walked in, coldly staring at the ugly thing in the mirror, "What do you want?"

"Give me, body, body……body, plunder."

"You stay here, die, die, die."

A hoarse, distorted voice sounded, like fingernails scraping a glass pane, and the mirror surface likewise displayed similar words.

The "death" character on the mirror surface was indented 0.5 centimeters more than the other characters; as the gaze swept over, a sound of a blade tip piercing flesh appeared in the mind.

"Do you want to take control of this body of mine?"

Jin Chen bit the two words "my" extremely hard, with an ambiguous sneer, "Fine, come on."

"……"

In a few seconds of void, Jin Chen's reflection in the mirror instantly vanished, and a stream of black smoke drilled from his brow into his body.

In an instant, Jin Chen's eye color was shrouded in black mist, his whole person seeming to be swallowed, making his silhouette indistinct.

Three seconds.

Fifteen seconds.

Thirty seconds.

The black mist receded as if torn apart; a painful howl rang in Jin Chen's mind, and his eyes looking at the mirror were half normal, half deep black.

Clearly, Jin Chen was in control of the body at this moment, but the sight of him slowly curling his lips at the mirror appeared somewhat mad.

"You guess, whose body is this really?"