"Hello, sir. I'm a traveler." Looking at the old man sitting outside the room smoking, Fairmont took out a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, and handed it over, then asked, "What is this thing hanging above the door?"
"Marlboro, good cigarette." The old man looked at the cigarette and pinned it behind his ear. Then he replied in Minnan dialect, the same as Fairmont's, "This is our Chinese Feng Shui Mirror. Don't you recognize it?"
"Of course, I know what a Feng Shui Mirror is, but yours looks quite old." Leonard pointed to the round mirror on the door frame, which had become a little foggy. "Plus it doesn't look like an ordinary mirror."
"Of course it's not ordinary. I found it in a small marshland nearby." The old man laughed, revealing his tobacco-stained teeth.
"Originally, it was an ominous rearview mirror from a tattered Little Devils Military Vehicle. But when hung on the door frame, it can fight evil with evil and help protect the house from disasters."
