I Can Rewind Chapter 278: Ugly girl (4)

He walked alone for a while, and soon approached the small independent building.

Yan Junze stood outside the building and used a flashlight to shine a light on it, but there was no movement, the window glass was full of dirt, and he couldn't see clearly inside.

He recalled the mission information again. The mission description pointed out that the ugly girl should face himself calmly.

As for the ugly girl, she needs so much hair to cover her face because she knows she is ugly and lacks self-confidence. It seems to fall into a state of not enough hair at any time.

As before, Yan Junze still picked up the stone that was in his hand on the ground, climbed over the wooden railing to the small door in the high wall, and smashed the lock with the stone.

Then holding the flashlight in one hand and the sharp scissors in the other, he opened the door and walked into the high wall.

He didn't look at anything else, and immediately walked to the half-hidden door leading to the small building, and stretched out his hand to push the door open.

Standing at the door, I used a flashlight to shine a circle inside. The furnishings in this room are basically old and dilapidated. There are two cabinets, a long table, and two chairs. small stove.

There is a chimney above the stove, but the chimney does not extend outside the house, but discharges the smoke formed by the combustion of the fire into the house.

Seeing this scene, Yan Junze seemed to smell a strong smell of smoke. I really don't know how this girl got through all these years.

Furthermore, according to other people in Wangjiawan, the windows of this small building are rarely opened, and they are basically closed all year round.

Or the smell of smoke is too choking, ugly girls may rarely use small stoves.

Yan Junze walked into the house and confirmed that there was nothing abnormal on the first floor of this small building, and the hair that slipped away from his feet did not appear after he entered the house last time.

The door of the room seemed to be unable to close, Yan Junze ignored it, and shone the flashlight on the wooden stairs leading to the second floor.

The construction of this staircase is very simple, because the building is very narrow, there is only one corner, and four steps up to the corner, and then ten more steps to the second floor.

But at this moment, Yan Junze didn't intend to go up the stairs immediately, he looked in surprise at the things illuminated by the flashlight.

I saw that the surfaces of all the steps of the stairs were covered with a layer of black objects. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be all hair.

These hairs are not broken, but are very long one by one, as if they were dragged directly from the second floor, and laid on the stairs, until all the steps are covered.

Yan Junze believed that if he came later, the floor of this floor would be covered with long hair from the second floor after a while.

The dense hair, starting from the first step in front of you and going up, is all there. Although the hair does not move like a dead object, the visual impact is very strong.

Yan Junze suddenly felt very sick.

When he was a half-spirit before, although black hair would grow all over his body, but at that time his consciousness was not clear, just like a woman with a back body, and his feelings were not so deep and strong.

Struggling for a while, Yan Junze still raised his foot, and tentatively landed on the first step of the stairs. There was a rustling sound from the sole of his foot, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on his skin.

Yan Junze carefully observed the soles of his feet. There was nothing unusual about the trampled hair. It didn't wrap around his ankles as he imagined, nor did he quickly retract upstairs.

He raised his head again, and the flashlight shone on the steps above, and there was nothing unusual about it.

With a little peace of mind, Yan Junze walked upstairs again. Every step was stepped on firmly before taking the next step. Every step made a lot of rustling sounds, which made him feel tired.

And as you go up, the hair on the soles of your feet seems to get thicker, but when you walk above the middle of the stairs, you feel like you are stepping on a thick carpet. Although there are rustling sounds, Yan Junze doesn't feel that way Not practical.

The same moment.

In Uncle Wang's yard, Wang Tao was talking with director Wang Dafa. The second aunt went into the back room to make a cup of tea for Wang Dafa. After Wang Dafa took it, he took two breaths and took a small sip.

Although the second aunt was greeting other people, her eyes were still on the middle of the yard, the daughter Mengmeng who was **** by the rope.

The next second, the second aunt who was turning her head to look at Mengmeng suddenly froze for a moment, she found that Mengmeng had lowered her head at some point. Looking at the other children again, among the 17 girls, children over the age of three all kept still at this moment, with their heads lowered and their eyes staring blankly at the ground.

As for the younger girl in her mother's arms, her eyes were slightly closed, as if she had fallen into a semi-conscious state.

These mothers all noticed the abnormality, gently shook the child, and called the child's name, but the scene was very depressing, their voices were not loud, and they seemed very frightened.

Wang Dafa, who was drinking tea, quickly put down his teacup and stood up with Wang Tao.

Wang Tao made a silent gesture to him, and several people dispersed and stood around the 17 children. As long as they found something wrong, they would stop it immediately.

After a few seconds, half of the children struggled to free their bound hands.

The younger child who was still being held by his mother began to show anxiety in a semi-conscious state, twisting his body constantly and making sounds unconsciously.

These mothers still remembered Yan Junze's instructions, and they didn't dare to call their children's names anymore, but just hugged their daughters tightly, for fear of being kidnapped by the weird.

A moment later, all 17 children were unconscious, twisting their hands and feet, trying to break free from the shackles of the rope.

The two girls who were about seven or eight years old, the rope that bound them suddenly became loose at this moment, and they were about to fall down at any time.

Wang Dafa was stunned for a moment, and shouted at one of the men beside him who was at a loss: "Wang Xiaolin, what's the matter with you? Is the rope not tied tightly?"

Wang Xiaolin was in a hurry at the moment, and he didn't dare to go forward: "I'm afraid... afraid of strangling the child."

Wang Dafa was about to curse, but Wang Tao had already rushed over and said to the man named Wang Xiaolin, "Hold your child down, I'll tie it up."

At this moment, the other girl had already broken free from the rope, released her hands, and reached out to grab her own head, but there was nothing on her head.

Wang Dafa yelled at the child's parents: "Hold her down, I'll tie her up!"

The child's parents were terrified, rushed over and quickly hugged the girl who was messing around on the head. The mother got closer, but the girl stretched her neck, bit her hair, and shook it violently A lock of hair was ripped out of his head.

The mother was in pain and startled, screamed, and was replaced by her father to hold the child. Wang Dafa rushed over, picked up the rope and tied it up, and said to the other parents: "Everyone is optimistic about their own children, don't let them go. She broke free."

Others panicked and stared at their children closely, while the mother holding the little girl tightly hugged the child, because she herself had her head shaved, and the child scratched and scratched There is no way.

In the independent small building ~IndoMTL.com~ Yan Junze finally walked up the steps and came to the second floor.

He was shocked by everything in front of him. Under the light of the flashlight, he saw that all the furniture and floors on the second floor, including beds, beams and roofs, were covered by a large amount of black hair, and they could no longer see their true colors.

And on the beam of the house near the window, a black lacquered corpse hangs there, motionless, shining the light of the flashlight, it seems to be wearing gray long-sleeved clothes, with long and thick hair dragging To the ground, extending to all directions of the house.

Although the body of the female corpse is not covered and can still be seen, her cheeks are tightly covered by a lot of hair.

Seeing this scene, Yan Junze once again remembered that sentence, which came from the residents of Wangjiawan.

"Although this girl died a long time ago, her hair is still growing and keeps growing."

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