He Came From The Mirror

>“And this, surprisingly, is the only weapon I can currently use as a killer move.” He choked, “At this rate of development, won’t I be one step closer to the title of perverted peeping tom?”

Fang Ziming inexplicably felt that the double-sided mirror was getting hotter and hotter.

Loking through the mirror, the man was in a strange room, he was wearing a black tank top and shorts, holding the door frame with one hand, and slowly doing pull-ups at an unhurried pace.

Every time he did it, the muscles of his back and arms would quickly bulge, showing a pleasing full line.

In just a few moments, this guy had already done 20 to 30 pull-ups, and looked relaxed, as if he could continue to do 200 to 300 more.

The two times Fang Ziming met this man, the other party was either completely naked or half-naked, in short, his clothes were not worn all over.
It wasn’t the first time he’d looked at his body, but to be honest, it was really satisfying to see them once, after all, a perfect figure not only appeared on beautiful women, but also on handsome men.

“I am not a pervert, this is purely to appreciate, to appreciate.” He stared at the other party’s back muscles, inwardly very envious and jealous: “Too testy, he stays awake most of the night, and isn’t afraid to use the door frame.”

But then again, although the muscles looked good, something didn’t feel quite right ah.

After the man did another twenty pull-ups, Fang Ziming finally found this inexplicable sense of incongruity in what exactly was the problem.

“The room behind this man, it seems not quite like apartment 102?” The youth watched the man easily pull his body off the ground, the small lens could only reflect the environment around the man in a small area, but it was enough for him to see the room decoration style: “beige floor tiles, well, two-thirds of the 102 room can be laid in wood floors.”

Very abruptly, an answer flashed through the youth’s mind: “No way.
This guy can’t be …… scared out of his mind by my previous two times, and directly moved out of that apartment?”

This …… should not be so ……

It was already around two o’clock in the morning, and it was only a day since Fang Ziming’s last visit to the real world.
If this person went out to work, it was okay.
If he really moved because of this, wouldn’t he be very unhappy?

Fang Ziming inexplicably feel a little guilty, his eyes drifted to the mirror and gently closed it.

This can’t be blamed on me, it can only be blamed on this inexplicable world.
He thought silently.

At this time, Fang Ziming hadn’t yet thought about why this strange mirror in his palm would show him a stranger.

There were too many things he could not understand.

For example – was the opportunity to travel between the two worlds really that wash mirror? Why couldn’t he stay in the real world for too long? Also, how did the floor mirror in the living room disappear earlier, and how did the newly acquired double-sided folding mirror in his hand suddenly appear?

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It turned out that it wasn’t the bust mirror in Room 102 that was able to connect the two worlds and help Fang Ziming travel through the wormhole and subsequently return to reality.

When the youth waited for a few hours and opened the door of room 102 again, he was somewhat surprised to find that the interior layout and furniture arrangement inside had all become different.
This place was noticeably more spacious than the last time he came in, with only some basic large furniture arranged in the room, all mainly in white, which was much more lively than the apartment style he saw last time.
The floor tiles here were very familiar to him, which was the beige color he had seen in a double-sided mirror before.

He looked around and saw nothing worth noting, but there were a few dirty clothes piled up on the living room sofa, and a locked suitcase was placed across the floor against the wall at the bedroom door.
Obviously, the owner of the luggage had just moved in and hadn’t bothered to organize and arrange the room.

Fang Ziming: “…… I have an ominous feeling.”

He found the bathroom in this house, which was now in a brand new location again.
Fang Ziming took a look at the square sink mirror, which was very different from a day ago, and tentatively reached out his hand.

A few minutes later, he was still standing in the same place, he silently put his hand back again.

“Why?” The youth stared at the mirror, his expression gradually became agitated: “Is there some established rule that has not been reached, or is it that the opportunity I thought before is actually incorrect? Did the apartment change, and the ‘door’ to the real world disappeared?”

In the new apartment 102, the bathroom mirror was no longer the “door” Fang Ziming was looking for.
He gritted his teeth and turned around and searched all the other rooms in the apartment, both to find out if there were any other clues and to calm himself down.

The new owner of 102 that moved into this apartment only had one bedroom, the bathroom was set at the entrance, the kitchen next to it was very small, the kitchen cupboard didn’t have any pots and pans, so it still looked empty.