There was a mirror in front of Elliot Chen.
The person in the mirror looked at him with a smile, waved at him, and opened his mouth. The man had a handsome face, wearing a white pajamas, with slightly long hair that was messily scattered on his shoulders.
A voice came from far away, the voice was soft, elegant, and gentle, like the song of an angel in a fairy tale. Everything seemed so beautiful until Elliot Chen touched the cold mirror with his fingers.
The moment his fingertips touched the mirror, the smooth and bright mirror began to shatter into pieces, and thick, fishy-smelling bright red blood flowed out from the cracks.
The man in the mirror showed a bright smile to Elliot Chen. His skin was cracked inch by inch, but his eyes were as bright as stars. He said to Elliot Chen: "My death is the best revenge for you."
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