Invincible, Why Do I Need To Do It Myself

Then she saw a gray wall in the distance with light bulbs installed in an extremely crude way. The whole wall looked full of Soviet industrial feeling.

Therefore, the pink full-length mirror in front of the wall is extraordinarily conspicuous, extraordinarily abrupt, extraordinarily...

Shelley finally saw herself in the full-length mirror clearly at this time.

And the scary figure standing behind him, wearing a yellow raincoat and a smiling face mask.

For an instant, Shelley felt his blood clot.

Her breathing became fast.

——No, I want to fight back, I want to turn my head and hit him!

In Shelley’s career, she has taken resolute actions several times in extremely dangerous situations under tremendous psychological pressure. Although her experience is not as rich as those of truly top agents, she has always believed that, He can become a super agent like James Bond.

But now, her body is completely obedient, and she can't move at all under the pressure of fear.

She breathed in big mouths, but still chest tightness was uncomfortable, the bra was put on her like a shackle, preventing her from expanding her lungs to get more oxygen.

Suddenly, the music of the music box was heard.

Shelley's cold hair stood on end.

Then the king of yellow clothes began to sing: "Sida in the bidding bidding..."

He sang English lyrics with a bad pronunciation, and at the same time slowly walked out of the narrow field of view of the full-length mirror.

Shelley wanted to turn her head to look at his position, but her neck wanted to be frozen-she always felt that she would experience terrible things when she saw it.

However, losing the position of the king of yellow clothes seemed to exacerbate the sense of fear.

Coupled with the English pronunciation of the refuge, the entire space becomes evil. Whether it is the closed music box or the full-length mirror, Shelley just thought how cute they are, but now they feel how incongruous and weird they are!

The yellow king is on the move.

He began to sing in Chinese: "Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of little stars..."

He finally entered Shelley's vision.

Shelley stared at him tightly, for fear of losing sight of him again.

He stood in front of Shelley.

Blocking the full-length mirror, and looking at Shelley across the table with the music box.

The white smiling face mask was strange and terrifying how it looked.

The king of yellow clothes sang: "Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of little stars..."

He slowly raised his hand and grabbed his mask.

"Enough!" Shelley shouted, covering her ears with her hands and closing her eyes, "Get out of my head! Centimeter Aron!"

Her English pronunciation is out of style.

Then she heard the yellow king snap his fingers.

The party secretary gave a thumbs up.

Ma Sha immediately picked up the music box in front of him, ran to Shelley, took her hand from her ear, put it on her knee, and then stuffed the music box into her hand.

Then he removed the table and let Shelley face the full-length mirror.

Finally, he got behind Shelley, bent over, pressed Shelley's shoulders with his hands, and his mouth was close to Shelley's ears.

"Sigh!"

The voice of the yellow king suddenly appeared in Shelley's ear.

"open one's eyes."

She was too scared to scream.

"Open your eyes." The King of Yellow Clothes repeated, then put his hand on Shelley's eyes and gently slid upwards.

Shelley opened his eyes.

"Look, this is you."

The king of yellow clothes continued.

Shelley looked at herself in the full-length mirror in the distance.

"Pretty, elegant, and aristocratic cute girl, if it wasn't for fear that polluted your beauty, it would be a picture in the mirror."

Shelley tremblingly asked, "What do you want to do?"

The King of Yellow Clothes paid no attention to her at all, and continued: "Look, the elite spy who has undergone harsh training and accomplished many tasks well is now just a scared girl."

Shelley gritted his teeth.

The king of yellow clothes continued: "Look at the boring space around here. The walls and floors are all cement primary colors. There is no decoration at all, and it has nothing to do with style and aesthetics. There are also simple lighting and exposed wires. , This space is simply the antonym of elegance and style. But don't you think this is a space suitable for spies to sleep peacefully?

"Imagine," the voice of the king of yellow clothes is full of fascination, "the bullet is shot from the back of the heart, and then comes out from the front. Your wonderful fat and internal organs are blown up together, leaving only an ugly one on the front of the chest. You fell to the ground, you were stuck on the back of your head to make up your gun, and then because of nerve spasms-you must know what will happen next, after all, you have seen more corpses than me, but this has nothing to do with you. Because you are dead, you don't know anything anymore.

"It's so pathetic."

"Obviously you have such a beautiful appearance, you can clearly swim in the ocean of art, smile gracefully, and live a life like a paradise. Looking at yourself, don't you think that you should put on this full-length mirror and change the background? "

Shelley looked at the full-length mirror and looked at herself in the full-length mirror.

Suddenly, she found that the music box just now was in her hand.

She looked down at the music box.

"You are bewitching me!" She squeezed these words through her teeth.

"I'm asking you to face yourself." The king of yellow clothes leaned closer and said almost in her ear, "I tell you a little secret, I, the king of yellow clothes, have no power to control the human heart at all. But You will not believe it, even if you do, others will not believe it. One day in the future, when you understand that my words are the truth, you will be subdued by my super wisdom."

Then, the king of yellow clothes in the full-length mirror straightened up, looking like what he had to do was over.

"What is your purpose?" It is strange that Shelley can no longer feel the horror at this time. She boldly asked, "Do you want to turn me into those girls like that? You want to turn me into yours. A puppet?"

"I said, I don't have the power to manipulate people's hearts at all. Since you are using questions, it is better to ask your heart." said the king of yellow clothes, placing his hands behind the thick fat and ordering Shelley. Heart.

Then he snapped his fingers.

The party secretary asked: "Next?"