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She knew that many people had been humiliated in this livestream room, and it was only because she felt no guilt that she decided to connect.
Ruan Fuxi said, "Don't rush. There must be more strange things happening around you besides this one."
Lin Rou suddenly recalled another incident.
That's right, after being startled awake last night, she couldn't fall back asleep. After turning on the light, she heard her assistant talking next door. It was vague and unclear, but she distinctly caught the phrase "I didn't take..." However, when she asked her assistant about it this morning, her assistant claimed she had gone to bed early and only woke up in the morning. At first, Lin Rou thought nothing of it, but now it seemed a bit strange.
After speaking, she looked at Ruan Fuxi, seemingly seeking confirmation while also fearing that it was just her imagination.
"Ah! Why does this sound so eerie? I'm scared being home alone."
"I turned on all the lights in the house and even hugged my cat for courage."
"I'm really worried about the actress; Ruan Jie, please help solve this problem."
Ruan Fuxi looked at Lin Rou and after a moment said, "You need to bring out your recent costumes and makeup for me to check again."
Lin Rou immediately called her assistant over to gather everything related, then explained to the camera: "I'm currently filming a period drama, so there are quite a few costumes and hairstyles involved."
When faced with questions from the audience about the film's content, Lin Rou just smiled. "The movie isn't finished yet, so I need to keep related details confidential. I hope everyone understands."
As she spoke, her assistant had already gathered most of the items.
Lin Rou turned the camera around: "Fuxi, I have most of my costumes and hairstyles here; can you see if there's anything wrong?"
If they didn't identify the problem today, Lin Rou worried she might not dare to wear these outfits again in the future.
Ruan Fuxi shook her head and reminded her: "You still have a wig; bring it out for me to see."
Lin Rou tried to recall; usually, these things were handled by her assistant and the costume designer. She focused primarily on the script and lines and hadn't paid much attention to makeup or hairstyles.
Her assistant thought for a moment before slapping her forehead: "Rou Jie, there's still a wig that was overlooked."
Then the assistant hurried out of the room and soon returned with a wig to place in front of the camera.
Lin Rou looked at the wig in front of her, feeling a chill run down her spine. She asked, "Fu Xi, can you check if this is the wig?"
Ruan Fu Xi nodded. "Yes, that's right. This is the wig you received three days ago."
Lin Rou couldn't quite remember, but her assistant confirmed, "That's correct. It was three days ago."
Then she turned to Lin Rou and said, "Sister Rou, your original wig was damaged three days ago, so you replaced it with this one."
With her assistant's reminder, Lin Rou began to recall the events. It seemed to be true.
She then looked at Ruan Fu Xi and asked, "Is there something wrong with this wig?"
Ruan Fu Xi's gaze fell upon the wig, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread about the darkness of human hearts. This wig had been cut from a dead person's head; the individual had met a tragic end, filled with resentment. Now, manipulated by someone with ill intentions, once you wore this wig, it would become entangled with you.
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