With the lesson learned from his deskmate’s misfortune, he didn’t dare to sleep anymore. First, he had to figure out whether the mirror image would launch a sneak attack.

He went out to the balcony and looked up at the sky.

In the hazy night, within his own reflection, 1,080 points of light appeared, becoming ever clearer.

He memorized the exact positions of the light points and searched for information online.

They weren’t acupuncture points, nor were they places where blood vessels intersected; they didn’t even fall under any medical theory.

Each one seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

After studying for a long time and getting nowhere, William Carter could only give up helplessly.

The night was deep; it was already very late. He glanced at the digital clock on the wall.

2 o’clock, in the early morning!

The corner of his mouth twitched, and a sense of unease rose in his heart. He quickly looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The mirror image that could always be seen in the air had, at some point, disappeared without a trace, leaving only an empty city, quietly suspended.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

His own shadow—he could still see it five seconds ago. He just checked the time, so how did it suddenly... vanish?

Could it be, like David Bolton’s mirror image, about to attack him, to possess his body?

He hurriedly turned around.

Nothing. Completely empty.

“Don’t scare yourself…”

The mirror appeared, and he felt he was getting a bit paranoid. His deskmate was ambushed, and now he was too—surely the odds weren’t that high!

He withdrew his gaze, intending to look up and continue searching. In a blur, he saw in the mirror by the shoe cabinet, his mirror image standing there quietly, the expression on its face—was it terror, or fear? It was utterly bizarre.

It was as if it had been there all along, watching him for who knows how long.

His hands and feet went cold, and William Carter involuntarily stepped back.

The shadow took a step forward, as if it could walk out at any moment.

Bang!

His back hit the balcony—there was nowhere left to retreat.

“I could kill you over a thousand times. One more time doesn’t matter!”

Taking a deep breath, William Carter suppressed his fear, a fierce look appearing in his eyes.

After surviving over a thousand nightmares without breaking down, his heart had become incomparably strong. In dreams, not knowing who he was could make him panic, but now, with his mind so clear, how could he possibly fall for it!

Clenching his teeth, he strode toward the mirror.

Whether it was because the other side feared evil, or for some other reason, when it saw him coming, the mirror image’s eyes showed panic. It hurriedly waved its hand and began to retreat.

It moved farther and farther away… and soon disappeared.

Very quickly, only an empty mirror remained, reflecting the floor, shoes, stool… but not his shadow.

William Carter casually picked up a shoe.

The reflection in the mirror floated in midair, moving with the motion of his hand.

It was as if he had become invisible—everything else in the mirror was there, except for himself.

“Could it be… I’m already dead?”

Thump!

It’s said that after death, a soul can’t see itself.

But he couldn’t float!

He pinched his face hard… it hurt.

“It’s the mirror that’s strange…”

Confirming he was still alive, he reached his hand toward the glass in front of him.

Before his palm touched anything, “whoosh!”—it disappeared before his eyes, as if entering another world.

He could go in?

This…

William Carter fell silent.

Should he go in and take a look, or think it over?

If it’s fate, you can’t avoid it; if it’s disaster, you can’t escape.

If he only knew how to be afraid and didn’t dare to face things, he would have died three years ago!

Without hesitating too long, William Carter reached out again and found the mirror surface still seemed nonexistent. Only then did he step through.

The layout inside the mirror was exactly the same as his own room, just reversed left to right, as if there was another, perfectly symmetrical house in his home.

Thirty-six square meters became seventy-two.

He walked a couple of steps in the mirrored room, then suddenly remembered something, his pupils shrinking.

“Wait…”

Trembling, he turned his head to look at the mirror he’d come through, and immediately, a familiar figure appeared in his sight, standing quietly on the balcony, looking up at the sky, seemingly puzzled and confused.

The next moment, the figure turned its head.

Their eyes met.

William Carter felt a chill all over.

He… had actually become the person in the mirror!

It seemed he had fallen into some kind of time loop again.

And on the wall, the second hand of the digital clock had just reached exactly two o’clock, as if the sound of a spring mechanism could be heard.

Click! Click! Click! Click!

Moving bit by bit.

Chapter 6: Mirror Management Bureau (Part 2)

Weird.

Terrifying.

In an instant, William Carter felt as if he had returned to his old nightmares—endless cycles, killing himself again and again, yet unable to escape.

Like a prisoner bound and helpless, forced to watch the torture device fall upon him, powerless to do anything.

But in the dream, he forgot himself, forgot the past, while now, his mind was perfectly clear.

That was enough!

“To break this cycle is the only way to save myself!”

Nervousness, fear, and other negative emotions were once again suppressed. William Carter became more clear-headed than ever before.

According to how things usually went, the version of himself across the way would walk over, and he, out of nervousness and fear, would retreat.