My face doesn't want me anymore

[01] My job is to be a ghost

I'm a staff member at Discovery Kingdom Amusement Park.

I actually work in a haunted house. The job was to be a ghost.

I still remember the day of the interview, the interviewer asked me, a girl why to choose such a career, I a word to beat the rest of the competitors, gloriously become the first alien.

I said, "From elementary school through college, people always teased me about how ugly I was, so I took advantage of the opportunity to collect some money."

And then I got the job.

On this day, as always, I walked into the dressing room at the back of the haunted house. I put on a dark blue robe, long hair like a waterfall falling down my cheeks, showing only half an eyebrow and half an eye. I took a flashlight and shone it up from my chin.

I picked up my eyebrow pencil and started applying makeup to the mirror, but... That's weird.

I can't move my eyes to stare at the mirror, eyes and mouth are going to stick up, is yesterday's mirror yes, is the mirror I use every day yes, but...

Where's my face? !

My face was white, and my breath fell on the mirror, creating a white mist.

"That's enough. Remove your lips and kiss me again. I'll be angry." A voice sounded out of nowhere.

Unconsciously, I turned my head to look back. There was no one there. Bit by bit, I turned back and stared gaping at the mirror.

"By the way, turn your face away too. If you force me to look at you again, I'll be angry."

"......"

My face! That voice accuses my face!

The voice... It seems that... Well, it came from the mirror.

But how can a mirror talk?

Is there someone else on the other side of the mirror?

My imagination frightened me out of my wits, and I stepped back in fear. The dressing-room was silent, and the sound remained silent for a long time.

I swallowed, stepped boldly forward, held the frame, and looked behind the mirror with a sense of adventure.

It was a thick, air-tight wall, and there was nothing wrong with it.

The mirror... It doesn't seem to be a problem, so it's me? I hear voices?

I put my face to it again, listened, and sure enough, the mirror spoke again!

"Chen Qiulang, I say again, turn your grimace away, force me to look at you again, I will lose my temper! Oh, by the way, your hair itches to death, push it away!"

My brain was short circuited and for a moment I was worried that the mirror would hurt me. In order to save my life, I desperately picked up a flashlight to the mirror.

"Clang when", the mirror cracked, broken, fell a few pieces.

"Very good, Chen Qiulang, how dare you hit me in the face? I'll get twice as much back later!" Instead of disappearing, the voice rang out more distinctly.

I shouted at the mirror in a near-frenzy, "What the hell are you? !"

The voice, as a monster, grinned dismissively: "Me? I am a mirror."

It was probably because the scornful ridicule was so real, so real that it seemed to be ringing in my ears. I was sure it was a human voice, so I calmed down, calmed down, and finally had enough reason to think that maybe my colleagues at the haunted house were playing tricks on me.

After all... That's what they do every day.

So relieved, I crossed my waist, raised my head, and menacingly looked at the broken mirror, trying to save my lost face: "Oh? Mr. Mirror, where are you, please? Dare you come out and confront me?"

"Why don't you look back?"

Ho, turn back, turn back, who is afraid of who!

I turned around magnificently. Before I could stand, I was scared by a man who came out of nowhere and twisted his foot and fell on the ground.

I woke up in pain and stared at the man. His mouth is turned up, his eyes are bright, a face of idol pie when the star is more than enough, why should he pretend to be a ghost to frighten me?

I rubbed my sore elbow and asked the gentleman in a subdued tone, "Do we have a grudge?"

"Yes." He nodded.

I was puzzled: "When did this happen? Have we met?"

In my head, I began to recall the past, when did I have a problem with such a good-looking man?

I have a very private life, usually lack of men, have never been to who dead pester dozen, also did not go to the bar to find a good bully boy so that.

I can't find a boyfriend because I'm ugly and conservative and bad at mind games.

Having made sure that this was the first time I had ever met this boring man, I said confidently, "Sir, I have never met you. I never have. If we have any unpleasant memories, it must be a misunderstanding."

The man's mouth twitched as I said the words "unpleasant memories", and a dull pain of "the past" flashed in his eyes.

He slowly walked to me: "Chen Qiulang, we every day to see many back, my name is Han Qi, now I formally inform you, I want to strike, I don't want to do, don't call me, I'm fed up with you! Long not good-looking also calculate, still like to play a ghost!"

I looked at Han Qi with the eyes of a psychopath, grabbed a corner of his suit, and asked him urgently: "What do you mean? What do you mean you're going on strike? When did I hire you?"

"No, you didn't hire me, but I was born for you." He malicious stare at me, and then abandon don't have to face, as if see my one eye, his soul will be subjected to a shock, he said, "so to speak, miss Chen Qiulang, your human always thought the mirror is dead, but the mirror is alive, we are very busy, our professional called mirror protector, our job is to look in the mirror you play you at the same time, So you can see your faces."