poor house

Looking out of the car window, there were still only students passing by the road, and he couldn't help yawning.Qiang cheered up and dug up today's client's information. Wu Xie looked at the two lists and planned in his heart how to take pictures.

Today, the couple took wedding photos on location. Originally, there were not many people who took wedding photos in winter, not to mention this kind of location where they had to show their arms, chest, and back in the cold weather.Looking carefully at the information in his hand, Wu Xie felt more and more that the age gap between the couple was unusually large.

The bride is only in her early twenties this year, and the groom is almost fifty.However, compared to the actual age difference between Zhang Qiling and myself by hundreds of years, this couple should already be regarded as a common thing in today's society.

sleepy.He took out his phone and checked the time, almost half an hour had passed since the agreed time.It seems that the group of morning fog that was originally planned is hopeless, and I am afraid that the newcomers will push the responsibility to the photography shop again.Squinting and looking at the rising sun outside the dark car window, Wu Xie finally couldn't resist the sleepiness after being tossed by Zhang Qiling all night last night, and fell into the dreamland of returning home with the employees of this car.

"clap clap"

The rapid knocking sound woke Wu Xie up, looking at the young woman with heavy makeup standing outside the window at some point, Wu Xie slowly rolled down the window.

"What's the matter with you? Are you all sleeping in the car? How can I take wedding photos when the morning fog clears!" Pointing her fingers aggressively, the woman's pointy nails almost touched Wu Xie's face .

Rubbing his eyes in a daze, Wu Xie looked at the impatient woman, then at the middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes behind her, and woke up with a jolt.

"Ah, I'm sorry, we'll come right away." Reaching out and pushing the sleeping employees around him, Wu Xie realized that these two were today's customers.After pushing and shoving those people a few times, they didn't wake up, and even turned over to tell Wu Xie not to make noise.Smiling awkwardly, Wu Xie opened the car door, took the camera and walked out.

The hawkers who set up stalls had already dispersed at some point, and the road without them instantly became a bit empty and deserted.Inexplicably shivering, Wu Xie looked around at the deserted streets, feeling something was wrong.

"Why are you still standing there? Where are we going to take photos?" The woman in thick fur asked impatiently, her big curly hair was scattered on her shoulders like waves.

"It's the park in the back." Fortunately, he saw the shooting plan, Wu Xie turned on the camera and said to the two of them, but the chilling feeling behind them became more obvious after being swept by the woman's long hair inadvertently.

The fog in the air has cleared, but the sun seems to be hiding behind the thick clouds.The obscure light made the scene in front of me unreal, and the only thing that was real was the biting chill.

"Then why are you still standing there, hurry up." The middle-aged man glared at Wu Xie who was still staring at the woman in a daze, as if warning.

At first glance, the eyes with heavy makeup looked like a black hole. The woman blinked her long false eyelashes, and turned her back to Wu Xie to brush her long maroon curly hair in a pretentious manner.The strong smell of perfume and cosmetics mixed together, giving Wu Xie an indescribable suffocation.

"Hey, it's not that direction—" subconsciously stretched out his hand to pat the woman who went in the wrong direction, but Wu Xie's fingers were tightly entangled by the curly hair blown by the wind.The cold and greasy feeling was like the tentacles of an octopus, biting Wu Xie's fingers tightly like life.

"Ah, it hurts!" The woman whose hair was being pulled yelled in a low voice, and wanted to pull her hair back, but the ends of her hair wrapped around Wu Xie's hands became tighter and tighter. "Let go!"

"I didn't—" Wu Xie couldn't help shivering from the biting chill coming from between his fingers, and stretched out his other hand to untie the inexplicably entangled hair, but those hairs wrapped both of Wu Xie's hands. entangled.

"It hurts! Let go!" The woman with heavy makeup was still screaming, and the middle-aged man standing aside seemed to be finally unable to bear it any longer. He strode up to Wu Xie's side and grabbed his hand tightly. Wrist, as if trying to pull those hairs off Wu Xie's hands.

"What's the matter, did you use too much pomade?" Both hands became cold and sticky, and Wu Xie untied her long messy hair more and more anxiously, without even feeling that her back was gradually protruding. In a cold sweat.

"Be gentle! It hurts!" The woman pressing the back of her head tilted her head slightly and stared fiercely at Wu Xie. Her brown eyes matched her overly long eyelashes and jet-black eyeliner, together with her crimson lips and pale skin. Her face made her look like a hideous ghost.

Wait, ghost?

Staring blankly at the woman in front of him and the man tightly clutching his wrist, Wu Xie finally discovered what he felt was wrong from just now.Whether it was me or these two people, there was no shadow on the ground illuminated by the sun.

Are you really dreaming now?

With a sudden movement of his heart, Wu Xie couldn't help exerting a little force on his wrist, but before he could raise his head, he felt that the force that had been restraining him was suddenly loosened, and he even took several steps back with his whole body.Staring blankly at the long hair still wrapped around his hands, Wu Xie slowly raised his head to look at the woman in front of him, only to feel that all the blood in his body was stagnant in an instant.

The woman not far away still maintains a slightly sideways posture, but the chestnut wavy curly hair has disappeared, leaving only a bald head covered with blood, glistening in the cold sunlight. Bubble.The dark red blood slowly slid down her pale face, leaving long and thin bloody marks.It seemed that there were really only two black holes left in those dark eyes, staring blankly in Wu Xie's direction.

Subconsciously lowering her head, Wu Xie realized that what she was holding tightly in her hands was a whole piece of bloody scalp that had been torn off from that woman's head.The dripping blood covered his hands along the thick hair, and it felt cold and sticky, as if it was about to penetrate into the bone marrow.

"what--"

Waving his hand and opening his eyes suddenly, Wu Xie was so frightened by the fluffy touch in his hand that his back went cold, and he almost cried out after seeing clearly that it was a wig.Leaning on the back of the chair in shock and panting, Wu Xie stared blankly at the maroon wig in his hand, not knowing how he fell asleep with it.

"Are you awake?" The employee sitting next door seemed to have just woken up, stretched his waist and patted Wu Xie. "We'll get to work when we wake up."

"Huh?" Just as he was thinking of asking if the guests were coming, Wu Xie turned his head to look out the car window, but happened to meet a face with heavy makeup that was looking into the car.

The big eyes are wearing too long false eyelashes, the thick eyeliner seems to draw the eyeballs out, the brown eye shadow and the bright red lipstick make the woman who is facing Wu Xie look very familiar.

Clutching the wig tightly in his hand, Wu Xie suddenly felt a little dizzy for no reason.Pushing open the car door and breathing in the still biting cold air, Wu Xie sighed softly.Judging from the reaction of waking up just now, I must have dreamed when I fell asleep.And it's not a good dream.It's just that he is not in the humble house now, no matter how Wu Xie recalls, he can only piece together some fragmentary pictures.

"Hey, this wig is very nice, can I try it on?" The long-haired woman stared at the wig in Wu Xie's hand with joy, and said to the people beside her that her father was not too old. The young man is acting coquettishly.

"Is it okay?" Although the man was asking Wu Xie, he had already tore the wig away from Wu Xie's hands involuntarily.

He frowned and looked at the woman who had put on the wig with the help of the makeup artist. The long, wavy curls were gracefully curled in the wind, and the maroon was illuminated by the sun, reflecting a slightly drunken light.Beautiful wig and fits the woman well, like her real hair.

His heart sank for no reason, and Wu Xie, who took the camera and followed the staff to the small park behind, always felt that his back was still shivering.The feeling of being too familiar seemed to remind Wu Xie that something bad was about to happen.

Although Wu Xie didn't capture the morning fog as Wu Xie expected, but fortunately, the selected scenes are not bad.The man and woman complained for a few words before saying anything more.The whole shoot went smoothly, like every shoot before.

Holding the camera and shooting continuously, Wu Xie felt the chilling illusion the more he looked at the woman in the camera.Mingming smiled happily, but Wu Xie always felt that what he saw on that face was endless horror and ferocity.

The woman seemed to really like the wig. She changed two sets of clothes during the filming, but never took off the wig.Her face sweetly flicked the curly hair hanging over her shoulders, and the woman's heavy makeup was full of youthful vigor.

Staring blankly at the woman's movement of stroking her curly hair, Wu Xie seemed to have been tapped, and even forgot to press the shutter.This action, this woman, this hair, it was indeed her that I dreamed about just now!

"Quick, take off the wig!" Wu Xie threw down the camera and went to pull the woman's wig, ignoring the surprised eyes of the surrounding staff.Although I still don't understand what that dream foretells, but let this woman wear this wig again, maybe the bloody scene in the dream will really appear.

"Ah, let go, it hurts!" The woman covering her scalp screamed, as if what Wu Xie was pulling was not a wig, but her own head