Old Han told a story: "Panic" folk taboo to receive dead hair

Prologue

Folk have always circulated all kinds of taboos, which may be out of superstition, or ominous things may really happen...

01

The mirror cracked a few small slits, the oil stains made it a little blurry, and standing in front of the mirror, I was looking at the new hairstyle with a disgusted and helpless look--black hair as short as the shoulders, which looked extremely distracting.

Seriously, since I was a child, I liked to have long hair, and I clearly remember when I was a child, the barber cut a few centimeters more, beyond my acceptance range, I cried all day, how to coax can not be good.

"That barber is also too unprofessional!" Obviously, I specifically said that I just repair it and don't have to cut it short! ”

Although I can't cry now, I am still very irritable. But there is no way, and I can't help it. "I can only wait for it to grow up."

The rain poured down non-stop, not only did not wash away the filth of the city, but also added a bit of dampness and stickiness.

The rainy season is always very annoying.

Deep in the alley with no end in sight.

"How did you get here?" I looked up and saw that I was in a deep alley. The way is no longer distinguishable, the mobile phone has no signal, first go forward, maybe you can ask for help from the shops or residents here.

"This is... Pick-up shop? "The tattered façade, the crumbling signboard reads Eun Yun hair.

A hairdresser's shop lurks deep in an alley.

As if by fate, for me, who misses long hair, hair extension seems to be a good choice.

In a trance, after returning to God, I had stepped into the small shop.

The décor is also very casual, with messy tables, creaky chairs and moldy corners.

The forty-something boss saw me come in, walked over with his eyes shining, and looked at me like he was looking at a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, which made me feel very uncomfortable.

"Does this beautiful woman want to get her hair long?" The boss grinned and rubbed his hands.

I nodded hesitantly, always feeling very unreliable here.

He asked me to sit in a chair facing the mirror and asked what kind of hair I wanted to pick up.

"There are real hair and chemical fiber hair strands. Our shop highly recommends real hair, all of which are good hair types, and the history is absolutely serious. The price point is only slightly higher. "The owner seemed to be expecting me to choose real hair.

But why does Zhenfa emphasize the origin?

Also, it always feels like the price should be a little higher, and pick up other people's hair... I'm not very receptive.

"You can use artificial hair."

The boss hesitated for a moment and then said, "Then I can only take out the treasure of the town store - high-grade simulated hair, the price is affordable, but the effect is definitely not lost to the real hair."

After constant recommendations from the owner, I finally agreed. The hair connection steps were tedious and lengthy, and after a long period of time, the boss woke me up.

Actually asleep? It was dark outside.

"How do you see it?"

In the mirror, I had long hair up to my waist, and my fingers ran through my hair, which seemed to be better than my original hair... Wait a minute? What is that? A red shadow flashed in the mirror, and the eyes blinked and disappeared.

I rubbed my eyes, I just woke up a little confused.

At checkout, I found that the price was almost as good as the real one, but I reluctantly accepted the realistic effect.

Almost forgot to ask the boss where to go out, he smiled and said that he would go out and turn right for a while and go out. It's so strange, obviously I couldn't see my head at a glance before...

02

At night, when I went to sleep, I faintly heard the sound of creeping and clinging, but it was not real, maybe it was a dream.

Next.

On the way to work, "Meow! A black cat suddenly swooped out and pounced on me, "Hiss..." There was a long opening in the arm, and the bright red liquid quickly flowed out.

I had no choice but to take a leave of absence to go to the hospital, and when I was passing by the psychiatric department, suddenly a patient saw me and lost control, and couldn't stop shouting.

It was hard to stay up until I got home, and there was a construction place in front of my house.

With a "sigh" in his ear, a piece of iron fell obliquely without warning and plunged straight into the ground next to it.

I kept squatting shyly, and if I hadn't squatted down and tied my shoelaces just now, the iron sheet would have completely split my head in two.

I didn't know whether to rejoice or worry, the whole person was stunned. It wasn't until a worker ran over to ask if there was anything wrong, and as if I had only just recovered my heartbeat, I waved my hand and went home with a palpitation.

Thinking about this day's experience, I was too unlucky, right? First the black cat, then the madman, and the iron sheet... Sudden bad luck, this situation - how can it be so much like the older generation said to be entangled in unclean things?

Shaking my head, I was a materialist, convinced that there could be no such transcendental phenomenon in the world.

"Uh-huh—" Taking a shower after a day at work always makes people feel relaxed.

I rub my hair, but it's actually quite convenient to wash my hair with short hair.

The shampoo rubbed out the foam, the white foam was washed to the ground along the water stream, a white piece... red? Where does the red come from? I quickly wiped a handful of hair and looked at it, red liquid, and the smell of rust, I was not hurt.

Unless I don't feel pain right now, there's a wound bleeding but I don't feel it, it's — hair is bleeding.

I twisted my thighs so hard that I almost cried out in pain.

The pain has not gone away... I rushed out of the shower at once, and there was nothing unusual about my hair in the mirror. So that's —an illusion?

The experience during the day made me more tired than usual and fell asleep on my head.

Midnight --

I didn't sleep soundly, and I was haunted by nightmares.

In the dream, strands of dark hair wrapped around his body, gradually swallowed up by the desperate black ocean but unable to struggle, "Uh..." almost out of breath.

I woke up in an instant, and while digesting the fear, I felt some discomfort in my neck. After touching it, I found that there was a little hair wrapped around my neck. Suddenly, the feeling of a nightmare shining into reality magnified the horror infinitely.

I pulled my hair apart so hard that I was afraid that the next second it would become a long rope that would kill me.

After slowly calming down, even if my heart is big, I have to take action. If you think about it, the turning point of life is

After going into that alley and picking up my hair.

I didn't know some of the taboos, so I searched the Internet.

"Haircuts, bad luck, supernatural events..."

Looking at the entries that appeared, I held the fingers of the phone so hard that I was white and cold.

One of the high-ranking people replied: "There are two sources for hair extensions — hair collected from the street and dead people's hair sold from funeral homes."

Some black-hearted bosses use dead people to make a difference, shave their hair from the deceased's head, and disturb the deceased's rest, so there is resentment attached to the hair, which will bring bad luck. ”

"In extreme cases, residual thoughts will continue to entangle until death."

The bottom of my heart cooled down little by little with the words, and the warm room was as harsh as an ice cellar at this time.

No wonder this artificial hair effect is so realistic, the price of dead people is low, and the boss lied that it was a high-level simulation in order to earn the difference.

"It's really... Blackheart boss! "I gritted my teeth and ate word for word.

At this point, we can't just sit still and wait, we always have to find a way to live.

The source of everything is the hairdresser's shop, or to ask the boss for clarification.

03

The next day.

How can this be? On the same street, there are no alleys here, so how did I get into that alley before? The weirdness in this is chilling.

Can't find the pick-up shop, the clue is broken, where does the road to life come from?

I crouched down slowly, buried my head between my knees, and fell silent. I am just an ordinary person, not so strong, facing the dilemma of death at this time, helplessness and fear are intertwined in my heart.

Otherwise, post a question?

Anyway, there is no other way out, it is better to try, there are always some experts who understand this aspect.

Ten minutes later, there were already a few people replying, but most of them were selling spell paper, and the probability was useless.

Fortunately, there is a serious answer.

[Doom] "Your situation is actually very good to solve, just cut off the dead man's hair and seal it, preferably at 2:44 a.m. on July 15, find a place to burn it." In this way, the owner of the dead man's hair can rest completely and will no longer haunt you. ”

doom? This screen name is very strange, the key is still a little familiar, but I can't remember where I have seen it.

Regardless of this, what he said has a board and an eye, anyway, I have no other way, let it go.

When I got home, I looked in the mirror and took the scissors. "Click" a scissors down, inexplicably, the bathroom is more cool.

Second knife, the bathroom became wet and sticky.

Third, I heard the woman's wailing! Cold sweat had soaked my clothes, but I couldn't stop, and stopping was a failure.

I continued to cut my scalp, and for the first time in my life I was so eager to cut off my long hair.

Almost finished cutting, the "click" mirror actually cracked. It seems that there are endless black hairs hidden in the cracks, and the next second they will break through the mirror and strangle me!

Without any hesitation, the hair on the "click" connection had all been cut off. The bathroom was momentarily quiet, nothing unusual, just a crack in the mirror that reminded me of what had just happened.

I kept taking deep breaths to calm myself down and then I took care of those hairs.

2:44 a.m. –

"No offense, rest in peace." The burning strands of hair in the brazier burst out into a strange cyan flame. After a few minutes, there was complete silence. No traces were left in the basin.

The threat to my life exhausted me and I needed a good rest.

In the dark night, countless strands of hair grow wildly and surge...

Eun Yun received the hair - doom.

All this in itself is a deal between the boss and the dead man.

"On July 15, a woman died tragically in her home, without any signs of struggle at the scene, and contained a lot of hair from the chest to the brain. At this point, the city will add another unsolved case..."

Ghosts will not take the initiative to provoke people, but people are more terrible than ghosts, and how many unknown people are buried in the city with calm wind and waves on the surface? (Pseudonym Mo Ai)