Heavenly Inquisition Sword

Chapter 6



6 times. The child in the mirror

I feel bad when I see a child with a skinny face.

The younger rival lost interest in the mirror and turned around to play.

After playing alone for a while, he scratched his head.

I felt strange for some reason.

It seemed that someone was watching him.

I’ve never had a feeling like this before.

Involuntarily, he turned his gaze to the mirror behind his back. Then my eyes met with myself in the mirror.

Embarrassed for nothing, he raised his right hand and shook it vigorously.

huh? what?

I said something strange, and the child in the mirror is also raising his right hand.

Since it’s a mirror, shouldn’t it be on the same side, that is, the left hand?

Suddenly, I felt an unfamiliar feeling. I don’t think it was like this before.

‘Why are the hands different?’

Suddenly, I felt chills and goosebumps.

Looking back in the mirror, a strange smile hung over the child’s mouth and eyes.

He’s not smiling though.

“Ahh!”

It tumbled backwards with a shrieking scream.

From then on, the child in the mirror began to smirk openly.

There was a knock on the door with a relentless scream.

“It’s an ear ghost! great big mom! mom! dad! Help me!”

I was so surprised that I even got tired of peeing.

But, having said it so clearly, no one came.

“Help me… Help me… Help me… Help me…”

The voice again became as low as the sound of an ant crawling.

I knocked on the locked door with my palm and fell asleep from exhaustion.

rattle.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of food being fed into the connecting hole.

What happened yesterday was like a dream.

Though I thought it was a dream, I didn’t try to look in the mirror.

I didn’t even go near the mirror because I was scared.

However, you cannot avoid the mirror forever in a narrow warehouse.

On the other hand, I was also curious about the relationship.

Is what I saw real?

Then how did the child who looked like me get into the mirror?

What kind of place is the world in the mirror?

Is it narrower than a warehouse? Will it be wide?

On a day when curiosity outweighed fear, I plucked up the courage to mate and sneaked closer to the mirror.

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Fortunately, the child has not yet been seen.

I was determined, but as soon as I stood in front of the mirror, I was afraid of the relationship. So, before the child appeared, I quickly turned the mirror over.

On the back of the mirror is a picture of a beautiful fairy standing on a cloud.

I didn’t feel much before, but now I feel like I’m really flying through the sky.

I liked the picture of the fairy more than the mirror looking at the skinny eccentric child.

I thought that I would have to turn the mirror upside down for a while.

But that decision did not last long.

Has it been three days?

I wondered what the child in the mirror was doing.

The only things moving in the warehouse were ‘mouse’, ‘self’, and ‘child in the mirror’.

Curiosity grew so fast that he couldn’t stand it, so he slowly turned the mirror.

The child’s face brightened as if he had waited.

“evil!”

The rivalry was so surprised that he stomped his butt.

The child in the mirror covered my mouth and giggled.

“What… don’t laugh…”

Yeonjeokha protested with a crawling sound.

Funny enough, the child grabbed his stomach and rolled around.

I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t care what the angry rival kid did.

He deliberately hummed and diligently rummaged through clutter.

One summer day when I was sweating profusely even when I was standing still.

The busily moving child in the mirror suddenly jumped up from her seat.

I pretended not to know and turned away.

Even so, I watched it with a sidelong glance.

The child was holding a short stick and making strange movements on the warehouse floor.

‘huh?’

It’s like a movement I’ve seen anywhere.

Come to think of it, these are the moves my dad used to teach my older brothers.

He couldn’t learn because he was young and only watched his father teach his brothers.

Did you say ‘the old world law’?

The child in the mirror held up a stick and wielded it all day, as if he was not tired.

Pretending to rummage through the stacks of odds and ends, I watched the child’s movements.

It is winter again.

No matter how strange it is, it seems that people eventually adapt. At some point, Yeonjeokha was no longer afraid of mirrors.

I sat in front of the mirror all day and looked at my child.

He also held a stick and imitated the movements of the child.

not to learn It was so cold that I couldn’t sit still.

As I moved along with the child, strange heat rose from all over my body.

It was good that I didn’t feel the cold thanks to that.

While sweating profusely, he swung a stick after the child.

If you repeat the nine thousand times, half a day has passed by.

The child in the mirror performed the nine thousand years nine times in the morning and nine times in the afternoon.

Yeonjeokha, who had nothing to do, also followed Ai.

***

By the end of the third winter, I was able to practice the ‘Nine-Thousand Years Act’ just like a child who is related.

The child, who had been glancing sideways at him in the mirror, stopped moving with a displeased face.

He seemed to be saying, ‘How dare you copy me?’

In the middle of the romance, ‘So! what? whatever?’ He shot and glared at the child.

The kid snorting in the mirror changed his movements. From then on, a movement that was completely different from the ‘9th century law’ that had been unfolding so far began.

Seeing the elated expression on his face, he seems to be saying ‘I can’t follow this?’

The old man’s face contorted.

Certainly, that seemed much more difficult than the ‘Nine-Chun Tax Act’.

The couple staring at each other imitated the movements of the child in the mirror.

However, my hands and feet soon became dizzy.

The child in the mirror shrugged and laughed.

His face flushed, but he gritted his teeth and moved his body again.

The child in the mirror quickly moved on to another action as if he were curing him once he got used to the new action.

There were also nine new herbivorous foods, just like the ‘Gucheonsaebeop’.

It was only after two winters that it was able to imitate the nine herbivores.

By then, the child in the mirror had become a boy.

***

When spring came, the boy in the mirror threw away the stick.

Then I took out something from the pile of books reflected in the mirror and read it.

I found a book identical to that one in the storage shed.

The scenery in the mirror was the same as inside the warehouse, so it wasn’t as difficult as I thought.

The writing on the cover of the book was Sohak.

It is the same book that I studied with my siblings until I was six years old.

I lost it when I was forced to learn the Analects by following my older brothers, but it seems to have been here.

Like the habit of dating, I imitated the boy in the mirror.

The boy stopped reading Sohak and sat cross-legged and breathed.

Then, he opened the small crane again and touched various parts of his body.

He tilted his head in a row.

I’ve read Sohak a few times, but that’s why I’ve never heard of it.

However, the boy patted me on the head and laughed before sitting cross-legged again.

This happened over and over again for several months.

The rival enemy, who was imitating the boy, threw away the small crane in his hand.

Because there was nothing like that in the elementary school he had.

From one day, the boy in the mirror sat still and didn’t open his eyes all day.

Sohak was also placed in the place he had abandoned.

Looking at it, it was clear that the mirror reflected the warehouse.

Except for the difference in what each other does, the boy in the mirror is definitely himself.

It’s a ghost to wail, but the experience of the past five years has made it clear.

Sometimes I think about it.

What you see in the mirror might be your imagination.

That thought only got stronger as time went on.

Naturally, the fear and vigilance towards the boy in the mirror gradually disappeared.

Who is afraid of his own imagination!

***

When summer came, the boy in the mirror went back to Sohak, which he hadn’t read for a while.

He opened it halfway through to check something, then closed his eyes.

And he didn’t even flinch like before.

I crouched down in front of the matching mirror and looked at the boy.

This is an illusion created by the desire to be like my father. I couldn’t help but think like that.

Suddenly, he saw a small crane spread out on the boy’s lap.

Everything else seemed to be his own imagination, but I didn’t understand that elementary school.

I’ve never seen my dad so impressed while reading a book.

What’s written on that book?

Why did the boy grope and nod?

I wanted to see the small crane spread out on the lap of the boy who was in love.

It seemed that if you approached closely, you could see the letters.

According to experience so far, the boy will sit like that all day today.

He approached cautiously.

Then, to see the small crane spread out on the boy’s lap, he pressed his face close together.

The cost of inattention was terrible.

Suddenly, the boy’s hand jumped out of the mirror and grabbed the younger brother’s hair.

“evil!”

A groaning scream escaped from his mouth.

Getting your head caught by a ghost in the mirror!

The boy in the mirror was not created by his own imagination.

The boy pulled the younger brother with terrifying force.

“Ah! Let go of this!”

I screamed and struggled, but in the end I was sucked into the mirror.

Strangely enough, the boy’s body slipped out of the mirror as much as the enemy had entered.

In just one breath, the position of the boy and his partner changed.

“Puhahaha!”

The boy who came out of the mirror laughed out loud and ran around the warehouse.

The rivalry frantically knocked on the mirror.

Bang bang.

However, the bronze mirror did not break.

He looked around with a confused look on his face. It is the scenery inside the warehouse that I saw in the mirror. Embarrassingly, he was in the mirror.

The serial killer, who was standing in the mirror world, looked straight ahead with blank eyes.

A boy who looked just like him was eating a piece of hwakwon (flower bread) he had saved with a happy expression.

“That one is mine.”

Yeon Jeok-ha worked up his strength, but the boy didn’t even look at him.

“It’s mine…”

But after the boy had finished eating, he just smiled while stroking his stomach. With a playful face devoid of worry.


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