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Xiao Qing gazed at the dim, indistinct figure in the mirror, the flickering candlelight beside her casting an eerie atmosphere that added to her unease.
This feeling is really a bit frightening...
Taking a deep breath, she raised her trembling hand and began to comb her hair, one stroke at a time—
“One, two, three…”
Perhaps because her hair was long, the process of combing took longer, and the intervals between her counts stretched out.
Listening to her elongated counting, it felt as if she was deliberately creating a terrifying atmosphere, which made Xiao Qing want to laugh but also filled her with an inexplicable anxiety.
Unknowingly, she felt that the blurry reflection of herself in the mirror seemed increasingly unfamiliar, as if she had been secretly replaced with a face she did not recognize…
Ugh, if I had known, I wouldn’t have played this!
The sudden fear made her unconsciously quicken her pace, eager to end this game as soon as possible.
“Six six, six seven, six eight… huh?” The comb suddenly got stuck in her hair and wouldn’t move any further.
“What’s wrong?” Xiao Mei asked.
“It’s tangled.” Xiao Qing tried to pull the comb out to see what was happening, but the teeth were unexpectedly caught tight in her hair and wouldn’t budge.
“Didn’t you use conditioner after washing your hair today?” Xiao You asked coolly from the side.
“I did! How could I not?” Xiao Qing replied irritably. The comb was stuck in a blind spot of her vision, preventing her from seeing what was going on. She could only keep tugging and shaking the comb in an attempt to free it from her hair.
“Let me see,” Xiao Mei said helplessly as she stepped forward to take the comb from her hand—
“Ouch! Wait a minute, that hurts! Don’t pull so hard!” Xiao Qing suddenly shouted.
Seeing this, Xiao Mei immediately raised her hands in surrender. “Don’t blame me; I haven’t even touched it yet!”
Yet Xiao Qing's hand remained tightly gripping the wooden comb, pulling outward persistently.
"It hurts! Didn't you hear me telling you to stop pulling?!" Xiao Qing couldn't help but curse.
"I didn't! You're the one pulling!" Xiao Mei glared at the scene before her and shouted back. "Wait, Xiao Qing, put down the comb first!"
"Then you let go of my hand!"
Xiao Qing's response sent a shiver down Xiao Mei's spine.
"I didn't touch you! Just put down the comb!" she yelled in frustration.
"I..." Xiao Qing seemed to realize something was off, her face filled with confusion as she winced in pain. "Someone is holding my hand and won't let go! It hurts! Stop pulling already!" She tried to resist the force pulling her hand away, but it was futile.
Xiao Mei paused for a moment, then without a second thought, stepped forward to grab the hand that was clutching the comb, attempting to pry open Xiao Qing's tightly clenched fingers. However, Xiao Qing's fingers were so stiff that no matter how hard she tried, they wouldn't budge.
"Relax a bit, don’t grip so tightly!"
"It hurts... I'm not even using any strength..." The intense tugging pain on her scalp finally made Xiao Qing burst into tears.
Through her blurred vision, she caught a glimpse of a hazy image in the mirror—she should have seen her own terrified expression reflected back at her, but instead, the person in the mirror seemed to be smiling eerily at her from beyond the glass, reminding her of the rumors about the woman in red...
Xiao Qing suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
"Xiao Mei, Xiao You, help me..."
Crack!
In an instant, the comb fell to the floor.
Xiao Qing and Xiao Mei stared blankly for a while before slowly turning their heads to see Xiao You standing nearby with scissors in hand.
"Alright, you've got a bald spot now." Seeing that Xiao Qing had stopped crying out in pain, she turned and flicked on the light switch, illuminating the entire living room.
Bathed in bright light, the two stared in confusion at the wooden comb lying on the ground, tangled with hair.
Xiao Qing cautiously turned to look at the mirror, where she saw her tear-streaked face and her hair, now uneven and messy.
"You were too harsh..." Xiao Qing murmured in a daze.
"You two are just too foolish," Xiao You said, opening and closing the scissors in her hand, producing a sharp metallic sound. "I told you, 'If you don't ask for trouble, you won't get into trouble.' Now you regret it, right?"
The two nodded quickly, still shaken. "Yes, we regret it!"
"So, what now? What should we do?"
The three of them stared silently at the wooden comb lying on the floor for a while.
"...Let's burn this comb," Xiao Mei suggested.
"I also want to smash this mirror," Xiao Qing said hurriedly as she blew out the candle and covered the mirror with a cloth, unable to bear looking at it any longer. "And I need to cut my hair..."
"I need an extra serving of breakfast," Xiao You said leisurely.
Hearing this, Xiao Qing couldn't help but roll her eyes dramatically.
"No problem! Whatever you want, eat until you're full. I won't say a word!"
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