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They returned to their starting point and indeed saw a few life-sized dolls standing nearby.
The dolls moved slowly, seemingly without any intention to attack them, though the re sight of them standing there motionlessly was unnerving enough.
Bai Youwei insisted everyone to grab their belongings.
Everyone followed her order.
In reality, there wasn’t much to take along. Most of the items they had were supplies collected from within the maze; dispensable extras. Desperate as they were to get out, there was no ti for ticulous packing.
Inside Tu Dan’s tent, Chen Hui found a lady’s purse. Tu Dan’s ID card, bank cards, house keys and a family photograph were kept within.
In the photo, Tu Dan shared a warm smile, sandwiched between her son and husband.
After a brief look, Chen Hui collected the purse and hoisted her backpack, exiting the tent.
Outside, Zhang Tianyang was busy tearing papers from mirrors with his classmates.
“What’s going on?” Chen Hui approached to ask.
“I don’t know…” Zhang Tianyang looked aghast and glanced at Bai Youwei in the distance, “She ordered us to tear off all the paper on the mirrors.”
Chen Hui frowned, “But that’s dangerous.”
“I know…” he began, but before he could finish, a hand reached out from the half-torn paper mirror. Chen Hui quickly pushed Zhang Tianyang away!
The doll in the mirror kept its hand extended.
Chen Hui warned, “Be careful.”
Zhang Tianyang wiped his cold sweat, “Thank you.”
Working together, they quickly stripped away all the paper from the nearby mirrors.
Each mirror reflected their miniature selves. The sight of countless reflections was chilling…
“They’re coming out…” one of the students said in trembling voice, his knees went weak.
Everyone gathered together, back against back, keeping their watchful eyes on the dolls creeping closer through the surrounding mirrors. So reaching out a hand, so half-erging and so still trapped in the mirror, eager to escape.
Wheelchair-bound Shen MO asked Bai Youwei, “What are the odds of success?”
“Initially, it was fifty percent,” scanning the dolls surrounding them, she added, “Now, it’s eighty percent.”
Surprised, Shen MO cast a quiet glance at her, the surprise fading swiftly, being replaced by an anticipated understanding.
Because she was always like this.
She was not only smart, but her thought process mysteriously aligned with the ga. On this point, Shen MO felt he could never compare.
“Let’s go,” Bai Youwei maneuvered her wheelchair, gesturing lightly, “No need to push , just follow and avoid any unnecessary detours.”
She led the way sitting in her wheelchair, followed by the rest of the group.
Trailing them were the slow-moving dolls…
Bai Yuwei, sitting in her wheelchair, was also not quick. There were even instances where she would pause to instruct the others to tear away the posters on the two side walls.
As a result, their progress slowed down even further.
Watching the dolls inching closer, Zhang Tianyang was petrified.
Every ti they tore off a poster, revealing a mirror that projected a new doll, their number grew exponentially all along the way!
Upon reaching the next road junction, Bai Youwei paused once more.
Close to losing his mind, Zhang Tianyang asked anxiously, “Can we…hurry up?
No one else said a word, their desperate gazes aid at Bai Youwei though:
could they walk faster? Could they? “No.” Bai Youwei responded coldly.
Everyone fell silent.
While reviewing the map in her hands and observing the intersection’s environnt, Bai Youwei said calmly, “We can’t rush. I need to ensure that every step we take is within the mirrors’ coverage range. Otherwise, we’ll have to go back and restart.”
Go back?
Everyone turned pale and dare not look back.
A sea of dolls, creeping from every mirror, had almost blocked the alley behind them.
Everyone exclaid almost at once, “It’s perfectly good to go slow! Please, take your ti!”
Just as long as they don’t make any mistakes!
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