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 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."
Putting the suitcase into 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 slight baldness.
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 occasionally combed her hair with a red comb.
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 engraved with a picture of mandarin ducks emerging from the water, with lotus and peach blossoms.
Although it looks a little weird, it doesn't feel out of place when paired together. It gives 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 came 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 and asked 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 negotiation on the price, 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 negotiation.
When she heard the price, she couldn't be too happy and 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 a hundred thousand yuan. But in the end, it was only sold for 20 yuan. I missed it."
The woman played with the comb, her face full of disdain, and her heart filled with pride. She mocked 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 for a while and looking drunk for a while. He wondered if the woman had some disease. Isn'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 to the death if you dared to comb your comb.
When the driver saw the woman like this, he was immediately speechless. 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 the woman saw that the driver was no longer paying attention to her, she 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. She didn't know what time it was, but she felt a coldness. Her 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 pillars, and a vermilion door, which looks extremely out of place.
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 still hear people pushing cups and changing cups, and talking loudly. It is very lively.
The woman looked at this scene she had never seen before, her face dull, her eyes filled with confusion and panic:
"What is this place? How did I get here? Am I not in the car going 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, and 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! The woman is very sure, this is an intuition, an intuition that any woman 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.
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.
The surroundings were shrouded in darkness, and a biting coldness spread across 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 Zemei...Matsushima Zemei..."
And at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the woman's head. It was a bit vague and not really clear. The voice was familiar yet unfamiliar, and it 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 driver's seat, looked at the sweating woman, Matsushima Sawami, with a puzzled expression.
At this moment, Matsushima Zemei, who was sitting in the back seat, opened his eyes suddenly, his 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 felt relieved.
It was also at this time that she realized that it was just a dream. Recalling the scene carefully, Matsushima Sawami's face was full of disbelief.
The peach grove in the dark, the brightly lit old house with red lanterns hanging, 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.
"This lady has arrived!"
At this time, the bald driver uncle said something unhappy and repeated what he said before, directly interrupting Matsushima Zemei's memories.
"Ah? Arrived? So soon?"
When Matsushima Sawami heard the driver's words, she quickly turned to look out the window. Familiar streets and familiar buildings came into view one by one. Only then did she realize that she had arrived.
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."
Matsushima Zemi apologized, opened the car door, and immediately planned to leave.
The bald driver uncle suddenly became speechless when he saw Matsushima Zemei's anxious look:
"Little girl, you didn't take your suitcase."
Looking at Matsushima Zemi, who was about 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 uncle stopped her again:
"Little girl, stop, you haven't paid for the bus yet, are you planning to take the Overlord bus?"
Hearing this, Matsushima Zemi suddenly felt embarrassed, and pulled the suitcase back with an embarrassed look on her face:
"Well, I'm sorry, I was sleeping in the lake, and I didn't think about it for a while. I didn't mean it, I'm sorry!"
Matsushima Zemei bowed deeply to the driver and expressed her apology to him.
The bald driver uncle saw that she was so sincere and believed that this little girl was not going to take the Overlord car, so his expression became a little better:
"Okay, I know you didn't do it on purpose. The car cost is RMB 20,000."
Seeing that the driver did not pursue the matter, Matsushima Zemi breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took out the money from his pocket to pay the driver.
The bald driver took the money and nodded without saying anything. As long as he gave her the money, everything would be easy. As for what he had called her for a few minutes in the car just now, just pretend it never happened.
After putting away the money, the bald driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out and disappeared from Matsushima Zemei's sight.
Watching the taxi driving away, Matsushima Zemei wiped the sweat from her forehead. She didn't know when her whole body was wet with sweat, and her body was sticky and uncomfortable.
But Matsushima Zemei didn't care about this at all now. Her face turned very pale and looked very 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 pushed away the images in her mind and accelerated her pace.
It was dusk in Tokyo now. Matsushima Zemei took the elevator and entered the seventh floor, opening the door to 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 Zemi was a little disbelieving. She looked pale in the mirror, her lips were purple, and her eyes were dark, looking like she hadn't slept for 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 Zemi 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 that's why I became like this. Staying up late is indeed bad for my health," Matsushima Zemi 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 Zemi took her clothes and went to take a shower. She wanted to go to bed early today and try to
Restore your beauty as soon as possible.
It was completely dark now, and the quiet apartment was very normal. In Matsushima Zemi's room, a red comb was quietly placed in front of the dressing table.
creak
The door of the bathroom 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. When her hair was dry, she reached for the comb and planned to comb her hair.
Putting his hand on the comb, Matsushima Zemi 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 was still a little haggard, but after taking a shower, her face became slightly rosier and she didn't look so dazzling. She gently combed her hair with the comb in her hand.
Matsushima Zemei's face was full of satisfaction. She liked this comb very much and it suited 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 there was a fluttering red shadow in the darkness, slowly drifting towards the apartment.
In front of the dressing table, Matsushima Zemei was 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 a horrified look and touched her head.
Matsushima Zemei's face was full of panic:
"How could this happen, my hair, how could it be like this! Why is this happening!"
"No, how could this happen? How could my hair fall out? How could it happen? It shouldn't be!"
Matsushima Zemei said with a dull expression, not paying attention to the changes around her at all, let alone noticing a bride who had been standing behind her since unknown time.
The exquisite wedding dress fluttered slightly, and under the red hijab was a beautiful face.
In front of the dressing table, Matsushima Zemei's eyes were full of puzzlement and confusion. She looked up at herself in the mirror, and her eyes instantly shrank to the size of a pinhead, with a look of disbelief and horror on her face:
"This, how is this possible? Isn't that a dream?"
There was no figure of Matsushima Zemei in the mirror, only a bride wearing a wedding dress and a red hijab, the wedding dress swaying slightly in the darkness.
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 behind, her body suddenly stiffened, and the look in her eyes quickly disappeared. Her lips moved, but in the end no words came out.
thump
Matsushima Zemei fell to the ground, and then turned into a pool of ashes. A dark wind blew by, blowing up the ashes...
The air seemed to be forbidden. I don't know how long it took, but the strange bride, who had been motionless, walked to the dressing table and sat down where Matsushima Zemei was 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 combed her hair, someone in the entire apartment would hit the ground with a plop, and then, there would be no more. The body would instantly turn into a pile of ashes, and a gust of wind would appear from nowhere.