Chapter 210 Red Comb
In country D, in a large airport, a sweet-looking woman wearing a light down jacket walked out of the airport aisle. The woman had shawl-length hair and a somewhat lazy temperament.
The woman walked out of the airport with her suitcase and stopped a taxi on the side of the road:
"Please go to Bantian Road, thank you."
Put the suitcase in In the trunk, the woman got into the car and said to the driver.
"Okay, please fasten your seat belt, thank you."
The driver is a middle-aged man in his thirties, with thinning hair and slightly bald head.
The woman fastened her seat belt and looked a little tired, but her eyes were a little excited. She took out an antique, red wooden comb from a small bag she carried with her.
The woman's face was full of love, she stretched out her hand to play with it, and from time to time she used a red comb to comb her hair twice.
The driver looked at the woman's strange behavior through the rearview mirror. Although he felt that the woman's behavior was a bit strange, due to professional ethics, he did not feel comfortable asking.
But there is one thing to say, that comb is really beautiful. It seems to be made of an unknown kind of mahogany. The comb is carved with a picture of a mandarin duck emerging from the water, with lotus and peach blossoms on it.
Although it looks a little weird, it doesn't feel inconsistent at all when paired together, giving people a feeling of joy, but I don't know where this woman got the good things.
The woman sitting in the back seat, with blurred eyes, held the comb and touched it slightly on her cheek, feeling the lines on the comb.
This comb was from when she was visiting Tai O City. When she passed an old street, she saw a grocery store.
Out of curiosity, she walked in. The decoration inside was relatively retro and antique. The first thing she noticed when entering the grocery store was the mahogany comb on the shelf.
She fell deeply in love with it at just one glance, as if this comb had some magic power. Within a minute of entering the grocery store, she was sure that she wanted to buy this comb, as if she was destined to encounter it today. Same.
So she bought it. When she took the comb to ask the boss for the price, the boss said a price that she couldn't believe without raising her head.
This comb actually only cost 20 yuan, and the boss also said that there would be no bargaining, which made her a little unsure, so she confirmed the price with the boss again, but the result was still the same, 20 yuan, no bargaining. .
When she heard the price, she couldn't be too happy. She immediately took out 20 yuan RMB, fearing that the boss would regret it.
In this way, she bought this comb at a low price of twenty yuan. She felt that it was fate that she would encounter this comb, which was destined to belong to her.
The checkout went smoothly, and the boss had no intention of going back on her word, but the grocery store owner looked at her a little strangely. She seemed to see a trace of sympathy in the grocery store owner's eyes.
But these are not important. What is important is that she got this comb that belongs to her.
“This grocery store owner really doesn’t know what he’s selling. Judging from the condition and age of this comb, it’s impossible to buy it for less than 100,000 yuan. In the end, it only sold for 20 yuan. I missed it.”
The woman played with the comb, her face full of disdain, and her heart was extremely proud, mocking the grocery store owner for his ignorance, which made her pick up a big mistake.
The taxi driver looked at the woman in the back seat, smiling and intoxicated for a while. He wondered if the woman had some disease, and wasn't it just a comb? As for this?
Noticing the driver's gaze, the woman immediately became vigilant. She carefully put the comb into her bag, placed it close to her body, and hugged her tightly. She looked like she would fight with you if you dared to comb your comb.
The driver was speechless when he saw the woman like this. He no longer peeked at the woman, but drove seriously. Since he didn’t want people to look at him, he stopped looking. It was just a comb. What's the big deal?
He is not the kind of person who is motivated by sex...money.
After seeing that the driver was no longer paying attention to her, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back on the seat, turned her head and looked out the window, her eyes full of excitement and joy.
She must treasure this comb carefully. It is such a good thing, and nothing can be done to let it be harmed in the slightest.
The atmosphere in the car was very quiet for a while. The driver drove the car seriously, while the woman leaned against the window, her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and her upper and lower eyelids began to fight, as if they were affected by some irresistible factor, but she didn't. After a while, the woman closed her eyelids and fell into a deep sleep.
The woman's consciousness slowly fell into darkness. I don't know what time it was. The woman felt a coldness. The woman's eyelids blinked and she slowly opened her eyes.
When the woman opened her eyes and saw her surroundings clearly, her face was filled with confusion and confusion:
"Where is this? Where am I? Am I not in a taxi?"
At this moment, the woman was standing in an open space, surrounded by darkness and no one, and it was eerily quiet.
Behind him is a peach forest shrouded in darkness. The peach trees in the peach forest are twisted and winding, looking very strange.
In front of the woman is an old house, built with large green and red bricks, with carved beams and painted beams, and a vermilion door, which seems extremely inconsistent.
The old house is brightly lit, with big red lanterns hanging high on the beams. The red light sneaks out from the walls of the old house. From here, you can also hear people pushing cups and changing cups, and talking loudly. , so lively.
The woman looked at this scene she had never seen before, her face dull, her eyes full of confusion and panic:
"What is this place? How did I get here? I'm not going back. In the car at home? ”
The woman immediately asked three questions in her mind. The situation at this moment was very strange, so strange that the woman almost fainted from fright.
A strange place, a dark peach forest, a brightly lit old house, there is a problem at first sight, and it is a big problem.
The woman wanted to scream, turn around and run away. She was very sure that this was not a dream. The surroundings were too real. The cold and biting wind came from nowhere and made her hair stand on end...
"Creak"
At this moment, the door of the old house was pushed open by a pair of hands as white as jade, revealing a bride wearing an exquisite wedding dress, a red hijab, and embroidered shoes. , walked out of the old house.
He walked straight towards the woman. The woman looked at the bride with a look of fear in her eyes, the hairs on her skin stood upright, and a strong fear spread in the woman's heart.
This bride is not a human being! Women are very sure that this is an intuition, an intuition that women will have.
Looking at the bride walking slowly, the woman wanted to scream and run away, but she was horrified to find that she couldn't control her body at all. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't even open her mouth. Open.
It was as if an unknown force had taken control of her. At this moment, a despair arose in the woman's heart, a despair that was powerless.
Darkness shrouded the surroundings, and the biting coldness spread on the body. The peach tree behind her was swayed by the wind. The woman's eyes were wide open, staring at the approaching bride.
"Matsushima Zemi...Matsushima Zemei..."
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the woman's head. It was a bit vague and could not be heard clearly. The voice was very familiar and yet strange. He was calling her name one after another.
At this moment, the woman's eyes went dark, and everything around her disappeared.
"Madam, madam? Wake up, we are here!"
The bald driver uncle, sitting in the driving seat, looked at the sweating woman with a puzzled face, that is, Matsushima Zemi.
At this moment, Matsushima Zemei, who was sitting in the back seat, opened her eyes suddenly, her eyes full of horror and panic.
Matsushima Zemei gasped for air. After a while, she finally recovered. When she saw clearly where this was, she breathed a sigh of relief.
It was also at this time that she realized that it was just a dream. Recalling the scene carefully, Matsushima Zemei's face was filled with disbelief.
The peach grove in the dark, the brightly lit old house with red lanterns, and the bride walking out of the old house. These scenes were all so real that she thought she was going to die. .
"Is this really a dream? If so, why is it so real?" Matsushima Zemi murmured to herself, with a bit of confusion on her face.
"Ma'am, we're here!"
At this time, the bald driver's uncle said something unhappy and repeated what he said before, directly interrupting Matsushima Zemei's memories.
"Huh? Here? So fast?"
Hearing the driver's words, Matsushima Zemei quickly turned to look out the window. Familiar streets and familiar buildings came into view one by one. , and then she realized that she was in the right place.
Seeing the displeased look on the bald driver’s face, Matsushima Zemi quickly apologized:
"Well, I'm sorry. I fell asleep just now and didn't pay attention. I'm sorry."
"I'll get off the car now. I'm so sorry for offending you."
Songdao Zemei apologized, opened the car door, and planned to leave.
The bald driver uncle was speechless when he saw Matsushima Zemei's anxious look:
"Little girl, you didn't take your suitcase."
Looking at Matsushima Zemei who was planning to leave immediately, the driver shook his head. This girl seemed to be having a nightmare and was stupid.
Hearing what the driver said, Matsushima Zemei immediately realized, yes, she still had a suitcase that she didn’t take.
For a moment, Matsushima Zemei felt a little embarrassed, and quickly began to apologize again, ran to the trunk, took out the suitcase, and planned to leave immediately.
Then the bald driver’s uncle stopped her again:
“Little girl, stop, you haven’t paid for the ride yet, are you planning to take the Bawang bus?”
Hearing this, Matsushima Zemi suddenly felt embarrassed. He pulled the suitcase and walked back with an embarrassed look:
"Well, I'm sorry, I was confused in my sleep. I didn’t remember it for a while, I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry!”
Sawami Matsushima bowed deeply to the driver and expressed her apology to him.
Seeing her sincerity, the bald driver uncle also believed that this little girl was not going to take the Bawang car, so his expression became a little better:
"Okay, I know you didn't mean it. Yes, the fare is RMB 20,000.”
Seeing that the driver did not pursue the case, Matsushima Zemei breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took out the money from his pocket to pay the driver.
The bald driver uncle took the fare and nodded without saying anything. As long as he gave her the money, everything would be easy. As for what happened when he called her in the car for a few minutes just now, just pretend it never happened.
After putting the money away, the bald driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out and disappeared from Matsushima Zemei's sight.
Looking at the taxi driving away, Matsushima Zemi wiped the sweat from her forehead. She didn’t know when her whole body was wet with sweat, and she felt sticky and uncomfortable.
But Songshima Zemei didn't care about this at all now. Her face became very pale and tired. She pulled her suitcase and walked towards the apartment building not far away from the street.
Matsushima Zemei's mind is now filled with scenes from her dream. The horror and the sense of reality make her wonder if she is really dreaming.
Matsushima Zemei shuddered and shook her head. The more she thought about it, the more horrified she became. She faded the images in her mind and accelerated her pace.
It was dusk in Tokyo now. Matsushima Zemi took the elevator to the seventh floor and opened the door of a room:
"I'm back!"
Matsushima Zemei entered the room and acted very calmly when no one responded. Before entering, she said "I'm back". It was just a habit. She would do this regardless of whether there was anyone at home or not.
After closing the door, Matsushima Zemei looked at this familiar home and breathed a long sigh of relief. She took off her shoes, hung up her down jacket, went to the bathroom, and washed her face.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Matsushima Zemei was a little disbelieving. She looked pale in the mirror, with blue lips and dark circles under her eyes. She looked like she hadn't slept in a long time.
“Is this still me?”
Matsushima Zemei reached out to touch the mirror and murmured to herself, her tone full of confusion.
But the fact was right in front of her, and she couldn't tolerate it. In the bathroom, Matsushima Zemei was stunned for a while, and finally accepted this somewhat cruel reality.
"It seems that I need to catch up on my sleep these days. I just didn't sleep well for a day or two, and I became like this. Staying up late is indeed bad for my health." Matsushima Zemei said.
Dragging her tired body, she tidied up the house and took out all the things that should be put away from the suitcase. After doing this, Matsushima Zemei took her clothes and went to take a shower. Go to bed early today and try to restore your beauty as soon as possible.
It was completely dark at this moment, and the quiet apartment was normal. In Matsushima Zemi's room, a red comb was quietly placed in front of the dressing table.
Creak
The bathroom door opened, and Matsushima Zemei, wrapped in a bath towel, walked out of the bathroom, wiped her hair with a dry towel, and walked into the room.
When she came to the room, Matsushima Zemei sat directly in front of the dressing table and began to blow dry her hair. After her hair was dry, she reached for the comb and planned to comb her hair.
Putting his hand out for the comb, Matsushima Zemei paused slightly, staring at the red comb next to him. After thinking about it, he picked up the comb and started to comb it.
Matsushima Sawami in the mirror is still a little haggard, but after taking a shower, her face has become a little rosier and she doesn't look so attractive. She gently combed her hair with the comb in her hand.
Matsushima Zemei's face is full of satisfaction. She likes this comb very much. This comb suits her very well.
The light in the room was very bright, and it was pitch black outside the window. For some reason today, it was very quiet outside, with only a few scattered lights looming in the darkness, but they quickly disappeared.
Matsushima Zemei didn't care about the situation outside. This situation was normal. The residents of country D basically went to bed early, so it was strange.
In front of the dressing table, Matsushima Sawami was combing her hair with a comb over and over obsessively. She didn't realize that Matsushima Sawami in the mirror had already stopped combing her hair.
He was staring at her in the mirror with a numb face. The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that it was eerie.
The darkness outside the window was surging. I don’t know when, but a fluttering red shadow appeared in the darkness, slowly drifting towards the apartment.
Sawami Matsushima was in front of the dressing table, looking confused at the moment. She was combing her hair uncontrollably. She didn't care at all even if her hair was combed out one by one with the red comb.
The lights in the room began to flicker, sting, sting, sparks appeared, the lights disappeared, and the room fell into darkness.
At this moment, a scream rang out in the room. Matsushima Zemei looked at the large ball of hair on the dressing table with horror and touched her head.
Sawami Matsushima's face was full of panic:
"How could this happen, my hair, how could it be like this! Why is this happening!"
"No way. , How could this happen? How could my hair fall out? It shouldn’t happen!”
Matsushima Zemei said with a dull expression, not paying attention to the changes around her at all, let alone a bride who had been standing behind her since unknown time.
The exquisite wedding dress flutters slightly, and the beautiful face is hidden under the red hijab.
In front of the dressing table, Matsushima Zemi's eyes were full of puzzlement and confusion. He looked up at himself in the mirror, his pupils instantly shrunk to the size of a needle tip, with a look of disbelief and horror on his face:
< br>"This, how is this possible? Isn't that a dream!"
There is no figure of Matsushima Zemei in the mirror. There is only a bride wearing a wedding dress and a red hijab. Swinging slightly in the dark.
Matsushima Zemei stumbled back a few steps, her eyes almost overflowing with fear, and tears burst out of her eyes instantly.
But the moment she stepped back, she regretted it. A coldness arose from her back. Her body suddenly stiffened, and the look in her eyes quickly disappeared. Her lips moved, but with the last word None of them were spoken out.
Plop
Matsushima Zemi fell to the ground, and then turned into a puddle of ashes. A dark wind blew by, blowing up the ashes...
The air seemed to be forbidden. After an unknown amount of time, the strange bride walked to the dressing table and sat where Matsushima Zemei had been sitting.
He stretched out his white hand, gently took off the red hijab, picked up the red comb on the table, and began to comb his hair. A strange and terrifying scene was staged in the apartment.
Every time the Cunning Bride combs her hair, there will be a person in the entire apartment, plopping to the ground, and then, and then nothing more, the body will instantly turn into a puddle of ashes, and there will be an unknown... The strong wind appeared and blew up all the ashes...(End of Chapter)