The middle-aged man looked at the selfie sent by WeChat on his mobile phone with an evil look on his face.
I replied with a sexy eye emoticon.
The other party immediately sent the mobile phone location.
Middle-aged man: "Baby, I'll be right over."
Immediately, I fixed my hair in front of the mirror.
Maybe it was because of his psychology. Unknowingly, the man seemed to have seen something. He was in a trance for a moment, and then instinctively looked back. Fortunately, there was nothing unusual.
The man took a deep breath and concentrated on washing and dressing up again.
It turned out to be a big crew cut, but I felt unsatisfied, so I opened the drawer and replaced it with a pair of medium-parted short curls.
He spread his chubby fingers and rubbed them, seemingly satisfied. The person in the mirror seemed to be more than ten years younger for an instant.
"Haha, this is me!"
Make a joke in the mirror, straighten your tie, and get ready to go out the next moment.
Suddenly, the lights in the room buzzed several times, as if there was a short circuit somewhere. The lights flickered a few times and then went out.
The room is filled with darkness.
"What the hell! What's going on?"
The man yelled, while skillfully groping in the dark to the door. He grabbed the handle tightly and tried to open the door, but the door handle seemed to be slippery and could not be turned no matter how hard he turned.
Involuntarily, the man's heart beat loudly.
"Calm down, calm down!"
The man tried hard to comfort himself.
Subconsciously and instinctively, I leaned against the wall and took out my mobile phone to make a call to the front desk staff.
The man thought it was an accident caused by a short circuit somewhere in the hotel that burned out the wires.
However, this does not seem to be scientific at all. This kind of thing has not happened in hotels for decades, not to mention the situation of wires being burned into sparks due to short circuit, which is simply impossible to happen.
With trembling hands, I called the front desk.
But before he could speak, an eerie and hoarse Jie Jie sound suddenly came from the dark room.
The man couldn't help but feel tense all over and kept silent, thinking with great panic, did I hit a ghost tonight?
The voice on the microphone was polite and courteous.
"Door, the door can't be opened!"
The man stammered.
The next moment, the weird sound sounded again.
"You...give me back my hair..."
The voice was still eerie and hoarse, as if it came from under the bed.
The man was so frightened that the mobile phone in his hand fell to the ground for some reason. Ingeniously, the screen of the mobile phone was facing up, and the light emitted strangely illuminated a large area around him.
The man instinctively looked up.
I saw a young woman with a face full of corpse spots and tears streaming from her eyes. She was standing lightly less than two meters away from her. She was wearing a bright red shroud and stretched out her hands in a begging gesture.
Those hands seemed to be made of paper, extremely weird.
"Ah..."
.......
Crazy banging on the door and hysterical screams quickly attracted the attention of several colleagues next door.
A young man who was not very old came to the door of the manager's office out of curiosity. Out of courtesy, he knocked carefully and asked:
"Mr. Ren, Mr. Ren..."
Several front desk staff also rushed to the scene at this time.
In desperation, several people worked together to pry open the door.
At this time, the man was huddled next to the door frame. The fingernails of his hands were cracked and bleeding. There were long blood stains on the door. It was obvious that he had just experienced an unprecedented disaster. How desperate and desperate it was.
Helpless.
"What's the matter? Mr. Ren?"
"Mr. Ren, what happened?"
"Mr. Ren..."
Out of concern, these subordinates kept asking about the situation.
Someone has turned on the lights in the room. In the room, all the furnishings are neatly arranged. Except for a few chairs lying on the ground, there seems to be no trace of a fight.
Seeing familiar faces appearing in front of him, the man's mood relaxed a little.
But in the blink of an eye, he thought of something again, and immediately shouted alertly:
"Ghost, ah! There is a ghost..."
While shouting loudly and accusingly, he stretched out his bleeding finger and pointed at the place where the two staff members were standing.
"She, she is right there, there..."
The big bull’s eyes actually frightened the two employees who were kind enough to help.
The two of them hurriedly stepped aside, caught off guard, and had goosebumps all over their bodies.
"Mr. Ren, are you kidding us?"
The character of a man who is aloof and respected by thousands of people becomes extremely ridiculous at this moment, looking like a big hooligan who is greedy for life and afraid of death.
Of course, almost no one at the scene believed in ghosts, and they all thought the man was hallucinating.
Some people even think that the man may have a mental problem.
"Really, really! She, she wants my hair... hair!!!"
The man tried his best to defend himself, but no one believed him.
At this time.
The ringtone of the cell phone that the man dropped on the ground suddenly rang.
Everyone was stunned and all looked towards the ring.
A woman with the note ‘little slut’ is particularly eye-catching.
Seeing this note, the staff present couldn't help but blush.
However, the man didn't seem to react.
I still recall the terrible scene just now.
While he kept describing the supernatural events he had just experienced.
However, everyone took it as a joke and no one took it seriously.
Someone jokingly reminded: "Mr. Ren, your phone is ringing."
Someone actively picked it up and handed it to the man.
Only then did the man react.
He took the phone, hung up, found another number and dialed it cautiously.
"Hey, is this Director Zhao?"
The man spoke with a growl in his voice.
The other party didn't seem to care, but seemed to be very open to the man. After just a few words, the man was persuaded to hang up the phone.
"Okay! Go and do your work."
The man looked at everyone with a commanding tone, and his mental state suddenly returned to the level of a lobby manager.
Everyone was confused and said goodbye one after another.
......
Ten minutes later.
Two middle-aged men in casual clothes walked through the long corridor and arrived at the manager's office.
"Ren Hao, what just happened?"
"Bureau Zhao..."
The manager sighed for a while before getting to the point.
"I just saw a ghost. It was a real ghost! Oh my God! I have never seen a ghost in my life..."
"Let's go, let's talk slowly inside."
Director Zhao very vigilantly pulled the manager into the office and closed the door.
"To be honest, Director Zhao! I just saw... a female ghost. For a moment, I felt my scalp was numb. At that time, the lights in the room automatically went out, and
, and the door handle is actually slippery, you say, how could all this be such a coincidence?"
Director Zhao took his time and looked around.
He didn't seem to notice anything unusual. He turned back to the manager and asked:
"What did the female ghost say to you? Do you remember clearly?"
However, when the other party asked this question, the manager was dumbfounded.
I muttered crazily in my heart: "Oh my God! Do you even believe that there are ghosts in this world?"
Originally, the manager wanted to take a step back and explain, maybe he just had a hallucination or something.
Maybe there was a short circuit in the wire and it was a coincidence that the door handle slipped.
What I witnessed with my own eyes may be false. After all, aren’t I doing well now?
Now, even people from the Folklore Bureau have begun to believe that... that is to say, are there really... ghosts in this world?
"Ren Hao, please look me in the eyes and answer the question." Director Zhao reminded.
Ren Hao thought for a while, his scalp felt numb again, and he mustered up the courage to answer:
"I know, she, she asked me for hair, uh..."
"Don't be afraid, speak slowly!" Director Zhao patted Ren Hao on the shoulder to comfort him.
Ren Hao: "The female ghost seemed to have no hair on her head. I saw it. I saw it with my own eyes. If I didn't hallucinate."
Director Zhao seemed to understand something, turned around and walked away, walking around the spacious office.
His eyes finally locked on a mirror.
There seems to be nothing unusual about the person in the mirror.
But out of professional intuition, Director Zhao still turned around and asked.
"Have you ever noticed what appears in the mirror..."
Before he finished speaking, Ren Hao immediately said: "Yes, not long ago, when I was about to go out, I accidentally found an extra person in the mirror..."
He didn't dare to say it, and his face turned pale again.
"What? This may be important." Director Zhao encouraged.
"A human head." Ren Hao lowered his voice and said it.
Instinctively, I glanced in the mirror again.
"Human head?"
"Well, it looks like a woman's head. This woman, I feel, is the female ghost who just appeared in the darkness. It must be her. She asked me for my hair..."