La novia de los ojos fantasma 2

Capítulo 7

The mirror is now located where I remember pressing my hand against a round cement bump—it was there when we were repairing it.

It was left behind when the building was upstairs. And now, the frame of that mirror sits atop that protrusion. If the mirror had been there then, I would never have...

Even if I didn't notice it, at least some of its fragments would cut my hand.

Everything felt like a dream, and 20 years of life experience were of no use at this moment. I was in a state of utter confusion, letting things drift...

My classmate led me to the mirror, still clinging to a sliver of hope: perhaps the mirror only resembled my reflection on the outside.

That's all. But my classmate had already picked up the picture frame, and my name was clearly engraved on it: Duan Yun. I had engraved it myself.

Yes, absolutely. My classmate joked, "It's been with you for so long, you should give it a proper burial." I was speechless.

He took it and put it in his pocket.

"Am I dead?" I asked my classmates. They were startled at first, then they all laughed, saying I was making things up.

It was a joke. I laughed along. Who knows how terrified I was inside? I just wanted someone to tell me: Yes, you...

I'm dead. Or someone tells me I'm insane. As long as it conforms to the logic of this normal world, as long as it doesn't make my brain...

I'd do anything to keep the bag spinning so fast and confusingly.

But none of them believed I was dead, nor did they think I had mental problems. They just felt I was a little unwell.

She pulled me upstairs. As we went upstairs, I even thought, if I were already dead, then this would be my last...

This is the first time I've walked upstairs with them so intimately, arm in arm. They'll be afraid to see me again. Thinking about this really...

I want to cry.

Once inside the dormitory, the situation there left me speechless.

My blanket and books slipped to the floor, and the window was wide open.

So at least that scene in bed was real; I really did fall off the bed trying to get a mirror. "Duan"

"Yun, what's gotten into you? You left your things all over the floor without even tidying up before going out?" a classmate said. He was very...

Yes. That's not my style. I'm a very quiet sleeper and would never fall out of bed; plus, I'm a clean freak.

I can't stand things being messy. If the mirror had just fallen under the bed, I would have tidied up the house no matter what.

Instead of letting everything remain as it is, they will not allow it to remain unchanged.

I'm dead, I'm dead. I said this to myself, and instinctively walked to the window, looking down...

The feeling of falling came again. I took two steps back in fright, and just then, something on the window frame caught my eye.

The nail on the window frame, the one that held the mirror, had a small piece of fabric fluttering on it. That fabric was...

The white cotton fabric appeared to have some bloodstains. I was wearing a white cotton casual shirt at the time. I searched my clothes thoroughly.

My entire body was missing two pieces of fabric, one at the collar and the other at the cuffs; the gaps were rough and looked as if they had been torn off. I took...

I took the piece of cloth from the windowsill and folded it over my cuff—it fit perfectly. Right at the cuff, there was a cut on my wrist.

The deep wounds, as if ripped open by a sharp weapon, stained the cuffs of my clothes with blood—I had previously always...

I hadn't noticed. Upon closer inspection, I saw a trace of blood on the nail, presumably from when I fell.

It was left from cutting my wrist.

---Magpie Bridge Fairy

Reply [11]: But the triangular piece of fabric missing from the lapel is not visible. There is a bright red scratch on the skin under the lapel.

One part of it was bruised, but there was no bleeding; it looked like it had been cut by some kind of blunt object.

If I really did fall from the seventh floor, then… I slowly leaned out of the window—and just as I expected:

A metal rod protrudes from the third-floor window—it's a clothes rack that the students on the third floor set up themselves. On the metal rod...

Rusty and covered in rust, a single, fluttering white piece filled me with utter despair—that was the fabric I was missing from my clothes.

Yes, I did fall from the seventh floor, cut my hand on a nail in the window, and scratched myself on an iron bar on the third floor.

He was injured in the waist and then died on the ground floor.

That night, I dug a hole by Luoyan Lake and buried the frame of the mirror. I felt...

It was utterly desolate, as if I weren't burying a mirror, but burying myself. I'll bury the frame, but what about my own corpse?

I don't know who to ask for help. No one would believe me if I told them this, and it might even land me in a mental hospital.

I went to the hospital. But I couldn't bear to endure such a thing alone. So I came to see Dr. Leng.

Duan Yun paused here, turning his gaze to Leng Xin. Leng Xin realized she had suddenly taken on the responsibility of finishing her story.

Because of his responsibility, he had no choice but to continue speaking.

Duan Yun came to find Leng Xin at 7 PM on October 15th, just as the sun had finally lost its last glimmer of light, and the true darkness of night...

It's here.

By then, Duan Yun had wandered around the campus countless times by himself, and had buried a mirror on the shore of Luoyan Lake.

Zi. Finally, before she went insane, she decided to come find Leng Xin.

Leng Xin was just about to go out for exercise when she saw Duan Yun rush in. He looked around for a moment and asked, "Leng..."

"Doctor, is anyone else here?" His face was deathly pale, with a faint bluish tinge, and his entire face seemed somewhat distorted.

Leng Xin immediately suspected he was using drugs. Lately, many college students in Nancheng had been discovered secretly using drugs; although the Third Normal School hadn't...

There was a discovery, but Leng Xin, as a doctor, still received a warning from her superiors. Besides, Duan Yun's appearance at the time really resembled that of a...

A person who is addicted to drugs.

"No, why?" After looking him up and down, Leng Xin was certain that if this thin man truly had ill intentions, he would be suspicious.

Weak students are no match for me.

"Doctor, I'm not feeling well." Duan Yun didn't know where to begin.

"Oh, where?" Leng Xin put her white coat back on.

Duan Yun hesitated for a long time, just like today, until Leng Xin almost slammed the door and left, before finally steeling himself and spilling the beans.

They all "confessed".

My first thought was that the child had gone mad.

Duan Yun saw through his thoughts from Leng Xin's expression and immediately shouted, "Doctor, do you think I'm crazy?"

"Yes? Okay, as long as you can confirm I'm crazy, I'll still be grateful."

These words slightly changed Leng Xin's opinion of him. He could tell that Duan Yun was in a state of extreme confusion.

I urgently need a definite answer.

Then he carefully analyzed Duan Yun's description and found that his language was very logical, unlike that of a shrewd person.

A person with a problem. Of course, he wouldn't give up so easily, so he did some more medical tests, and the final conclusion was...

Duan Yun has no mental illness whatsoever.

Duan Yun was not happy to hear this conclusion.

“Then please check if I am dead!” he asked.

This suggestion sounds absurd at first glance, because he is clearly alive. But Leng Xin has already developed an opinion on this matter.

Out of curiosity, he broke with convention and conducted a death test on Duan Yun. During the test, he saw what Duan Yun was pointing to...

Two abrasions.

The test results showed that Duan Yun was alive.

However, a strange phenomenon occurred during the X-ray examination: Duan Yun's entire skeletal structure showed signs of having previously undergone multiple X-rays.

The numerous fractures, though all healed, still seemed unbelievable to Leng Xin: so many fractures, even...

There were multiple comminuted fractures, with three segments of the spine broken, including part of the cervical vertebrae, usually from a very high place.

Only a fall could have broken the bones like this, or it could have been caused by inhuman abuse—given the severity of these injuries, normal...

Most people were already dead, or at best disabled. Yet Duan Yun seemed perfectly healthy. (Leng Xince)

When I tested his limb flexibility and joints, they were all excellent.

What's particularly unbelievable is that the traces of bone healing are clearly very recent, suggesting that the event occurred only recently.

To recover so quickly from such a severe injury in such a short time, as if one had never been injured at all, is nothing short of a miracle.

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Leng Xin was almost starting to believe him.

However, Leng Xin had one flaw: he hated trouble above all else. To avoid trouble, he would never do anything that could be said to be true.

He would say it's two. If he believed Duan Yun's words, he would inevitably get into considerable trouble—such an unbelievable thing.

Love might cost you your life. And who knows, there really are people with such strong vitality, utilizing this special body...

It's possible they're just playing a trick on the doctor. The more Leng Xin thought about it, the more likely this seemed. (Duan Yun, furious)

Therefore, Leng Xin didn't tell Duan Yun the truth. Instead, she made up a whole story about the relationship between hallucinations and the environment, and then...

Even he himself didn't know what he meant, and Duan Yun was utterly confused. Then Leng Xin handed him a bottle of medicine, saying it was a small amount.

The high monk of Lin Temple left behind something that could dispel illusions and eliminate delusions, but he just shoved it into Duan Yun's hand and that was it. Poor Duan Yun.

Thinking he had met a wise man, he was overjoyed and diligently took the medication and recited Buddhist scriptures every day, only to find it was just a bottle of vitamins.

That was it. Two days later, Leng Xin forgot about the incident. (Duan Yun only learned the truth at this time, and was extremely angry, wanting to beat Leng Xin.)

(He was persuaded to return). It wasn't until yesterday's incident that he realized things were indeed unusual. That's why he was so pleased.