When playing parkour, I fell down from the upstairs, and my heart sank. I'm done.

slowly open your eyes, I'm not dead yet? It seems that the rescue is timely. Just wanted to move, I found my whole body was extremely sour.

where's mom? Why didn't I even wake up?

parkour is a very dangerous game. There are very few girls playing this game, but I like excitement. Because of my parents' divorce, I spent several years in the United States and fell deeply in love with the sport. Injuries are inevitable. I never complain.

turn your head hard, there is no one around! Why don't you have a paramedic?

at this time, I found that this place is not like any hospital. It is full of wooden things. What's on the dresser over there? The bronze mirror in the legend? Then I tried to turn my head back and looked at my own bed. It was a big wooden carved bed, but it seemed a bit shabby after some years.

I walked to the copper mirror of the dressing table with my body supported hard and stared at it for a long time. It was too vague and unadaptable. I can't see what it looks like. The only thing I can be sure is that I'm not the one in the old clothes in the mirror.

is this the legendary crossing? I have seen many unsolved mysteries. There are many people who suddenly disappear for some specific reason, some who never find them, and some who suddenly appear some day several years later, but their age has not changed at all.

some scientists use crossing to explain this phenomenon. Because of my curiosity, I also went to read some books about crossing, but I still think it's more fun than serious, so I never thought it would happen to me.

looking at the totally different looks in the bronze mirror and the ancient clothes and houses, I think I have passed through the soul.

I feel a little pain in my heart, so I must have died in the original world. I don't need to think about how my mother's heart hurts. She has been working hard to earn money for my happy life. A woman dragged her daughter alone. We are the only ones who know the hardships of just going to America to be a lawyer. Finally, she became famous, and we got rich, but she resolutely took me back to her country. After staring at the mirror for a long time, I realized that I should go out to find out who I am.

out of the room, I saw a desolate courtyard.

I went straight to the gate to see what kind of place it was outside.

push the door open, and there are three corridors in front of you. Er Which one should I take? After thinking about it, I went to the middle one. For no other reason, I like the feeling of being in the middle.

less than five minutes later, there are three branches in front of me. What's up? Is it a maze? I'm even more confused. How could "I" live here?

I don't want to think about it any more. I immediately climbed up the top of the corridor along the pillars of the corridor. Originally, it was quite a simple thing for a parkour, but the clothes were too troublesome.

I saw the labyrinth clearly when I stood on it, but I was shocked by everything in front of me. The dense corridor divided into countless branches, and then it became more roads when it intersected with other branches. So many roads finally intersected, and gathered at one point - the door I just came out of.

this is clearly a dead maze, that is, a maze without an exit. The end is the starting point.

what's going on?

as I looked across the maze, I couldn't believe the magnificent buildings. What the hell am I? Although this sentence sounds funny, it is the most true reflection of my heart now. The distance of only one maze is like separating two worlds: a heaven and a hell.

if someone deliberately doesn't want me to go, they can let people guard at the door directly. Why build such a big maze? And how do I eat every day? As I am not hungry now, it means that "I" eat rather than starve to death.

jump down the corridor and I'll go back. It's almost noon now. Let's go back and have a look first.

I've looked around the room, even at the bottom of the bed. There's no pot or anything like that, so I'm not making my own meal. Is there anyone else to send it to me?

just thinking about it, I heard the sound of opening the door outside the hospital. In my heart, I was surprised to see that I was wrong. I immediately lay down on the bed and pretended to sleep.

soon, I heard the door opening of the inner room. I knew someone had come in, but I didn't dare to open my eyes for fear that I would not be the one she used to be.

to my surprise, the man didn't come to me. He didn't even have a word. He put something on the table and closed the door.

when he heard the sound of walking away, he slowly opened his eyes and came to the table. A box. It looks like a food box. I opened it and saw that it was indeed food.

it seems that that person will deliver things for me every day. In this way, I was deliberately locked here and didn't want to go out. Who is that man? Who am I?