poor house

Answer me, what did you do to her? "

"She doesn't have a complete soul. I didn't make a move, and the enchantment on your body has already dissipated her." Speaking concisely, Zhang Qiling recalled the appearance of the female ghost just now.The soul she lacks should be her hair.

"Eh? So it's true to say 'I was scared out of my wits'?" Wu Xie asked back thinking of how the girl died.

"Wu Xie." After stopping, Zhang Qiling pressed Wu Xie's shoulder and looked at him steadily.

"What's wrong, little brother? Come home, I'm so cold." Wu Xie, who lowered his head, didn't look at him, and was still talking to himself.

Suddenly hugging Wu Xie into his arms, Zhang Qiling only felt a slight pain in his heart.Gently touching Wu Xie's hair, whispered in his ear, "Wu Xie, don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid of ghosts." Burying her head on Zhang Qiling's shoulder, the faint scent of lemon made the bleakness in the air fade a lot.After a moment of silence, Wu Xie said, "I'm just afraid that I won't see you for the last time."

"No." Said categorically, Zhang Qiling hugged the person in his arms even harder. "The blind man said that we have ten years. He will not be wrong."

"There are still ten years, this year will be over soon. There are only eight years left." The trembling that has been suppressed has finally leaked out from the voice, Wu Xie tightly clutched the corner of Zhang Qiling's clothes, not knowing what to do Talk about the sourness in your heart.Obviously there is only such a short time.But why my life is still full of ghosts.Why can't I live a small life peacefully.Why is it still a dream.Why did those ghosts find me.It is all self-deceiving lies to say that what comes is safe.Even if I am not afraid of ghosts or death, I am afraid that I will never see Zhang Qiling again.

"Yes, there are still eight years." Rubbing Wu Xie's head, Zhang Qiling understood that Wu Xie never really let go of his heart.After all, Wu Xie hated those experiences two years ago.

"En." Nodding vigorously, Wu Xie was about to shrink into Zhang Qiling's arms again, but was hit hard by the camera on his chest. "Ah, my camera!" Distressedly pulling up the camera and inspecting it carefully under the light, Wu Xie had the expression of a small profiteer's money fan.

Looking at Wu Xie amusedly, Zhang Qiling stared at the camera under the streetlights covered in bursts of black mist without saying a word, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually turned cold.Although I still have no interest in such gossip, in order to avoid getting Wu Xie involved again, it seems that I should take the initiative.

There is no need for delay.Let's make it quick.

In the small room of less than [-] square meters, the dim light was only enough to illuminate the small wooden bed full of patches.The woman sitting on the bed faced the small table on the bed with her back to the door, and was slowly combing her hair.

The gray hair seemed to have been curled a long time ago, but it just didn't take care of it properly, and all the curls became messy.The woman holding the comb grabbed the ends of her hair and combed it little by little, as if she didn't care about the messy curls being straightened by herself.

The blue overalls were stacked neatly at the foot of the bed, with the mask and hat on top.This is probably the only set of clothes I have without patches.Fortunately, the clothes of the cleaning staff are similar now.No matter where I go in this suit, no one cares.

yes.How could anyone care.

All eyes will only be on those glamorous young women, all compliments and flowers will only be given to those beautiful women with graceful figures, and all men will only stare at those rich and wealthy women like dogs. Quan, a woman with a face and figure, kept wagging her tail and swallowing her saliva.

No one cares about themselves.

Not even my own husband.

The hand holding the comb froze for a moment, then continued to comb more gently.It doesn't matter, didn't I already know this.A long time ago, I already knew this.

So tomorrow, I'm going to work again.

What a job the cleaners do.Listening to those unbearable sounds in the toilet.Listening to how the couples of dogs and men were discussing a showdown with their families.Listening to how those men who had vowed to marry their wives at the beginning said to those women that they would definitely divorce their wives.

Get married and know each other, and you will live forever.

Slowly putting down the comb, touching her wrinkled cheeks, she chuckled silently in front of the mirror.The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes became more obvious because of her smile, and the hair hanging on her shoulders suddenly fell on the bed as she laughed more and more violently.

The woman who was still smiling tremblingly picked up the hair that had fallen on the bed, and clutched it tightly in front of her chest.The face of the woman in the mirror was decrepit, and there was no hair on the top of her smooth head. Even her scalp was wrinkled in a terrible way as if she had been injured.

"Between hair and the king's knowledge, we must live together until we grow old."

Sighing lightly, the woman touched her cheek and said softly like a sigh.

"I don't blame you. It's me. I'm so old."

The sound of rustling suddenly resounded in the whole house, and the strong smell of rancidity in the air was so strong that it was suffocating.The woman wiped the liquid from the corners of her eyes and put on her wig. She turned her head and looked at the dim light. At some point, the ground was densely covered with long hair like thousands of curving and wriggling little black snakes. She smiled slowly. up.

Tomorrow, I have to work again.

When Wu Xie woke up, Zhang Qiling was no longer on the bed. He rubbed his sore eyes and dazedly took out his phone from under the pillow. Seeing that it was already noon, Wu Xie finally gave up on the idea of ​​going back to sleep again. .

It was already midnight when I returned to my humble house last night, and I was tossed about by Zhang Qiling like a hungry wolf for more than an hour. Now Wu Xie only feels that his whole body is about to fall apart as if he just ran 3000 meters. He doesn't even know what he dreamed about last night Can't remember at all.

It's not that I can't remember it at all, it seems that I dreamed of the cleaning lady.

Frowning and closing his eyes, trying to recall those fragmentary fragments, Wu Xie, who almost fell asleep again, finally struggled to wake himself up.Probably day and night dreaming, it seems that I just dreamed that the aunt was combing her hair.It should be just a dream.

"Boss, are you awake? Come out to eat when you wake up." Wu Xie suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with Wang Meng's voice outside the door. Isn't it usually Zhang Qiling who calls him.

"Here we come." Putting on his clothes and opening the door, Wu Xie looked at Wang Meng standing at the door, walked to the stairs and looked down, but there was no sign of Zhang Qiling in the empty lobby. "Wang Meng, little—"

"Brother, he went out early in the morning." With an expression of "I knew you would ask this", Wang Meng shrugged and said, "It seems to be something. Didn't he tell you?"

"No, it's strange." This stuffy oil bottle who always stays at home actually goes out early in the morning without telling himself?Wu Xie who walked down the stairs felt more and more strange as he thought about it. "He didn't tell you where he was going?"

"No." Shaking his head, Wang Meng looked innocent. "Just let me call you down for dinner at noon."

Sitting at the dining table and looking at the empty seat opposite, Wu Xie always felt a little uneasy.He held the bowl and looked out of the window from time to time, but the red wooden door, which was ajar, was never pushed open.

"The boss is back to his senses." Looking helplessly at Wu Xie's worried face, Wang Meng didn't know how to complain, "Now you are like a bitter woman who is worried that her husband will find a mistress outside."

"Go, go, nonsense." Then he turned around and picked up the food, Wu Xie looked at Wang Meng's snickering face, cleared his throat and asked, "Why don't you pay attention to that perverted murder case, Detective Wang ?”

"I was just going to tell you, Boss, don't you think it's suspicious that the deceased had all been to a photography shop before they were alive? Those deceased had no connection with each other, and the photography shops they went to were also different, but why they were all treated by the same Is it possible to infer that the murderer may actually be a staff member of the photography shop? And the dead are all mistresses, so the scope can be narrowed down to female employees who were abandoned by their husbands!" Wang Meng's analysis With a serious look.

"You really think of yourself as a detective." Although Wang Meng's analysis made sense, such a way of dying cannot be achieved by humans.What's more, I had dreamed about the death of two of them, but I didn't see the real appearance of that ghost.

"Hey hey," Wang Meng continued, scratching his head embarrassingly, "Anyway, I think that's how it is."

"Then tell me, how much strength and ability does a woman need to completely peel off another woman's scalp when she is conscious?" Wu Xie retorted, swallowing the food in his mouth, The casual smile suddenly froze gradually.

That's right, a woman, and she's still an aunt, how did she get her 1.8-meter-two self from the side of the road to her home?And under normal circumstances, if you find someone fainted on the road, shouldn't your first reaction be to call 120?

"Boss, what's wrong with you?" Realizing that Wu Xie's expression was not quite right, Wang Meng waved his hand in front of him suspiciously, "Boss?"

Frowning tightly, recalling what happened last night, the more Wu Xie thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.The cleaning aunt who went to the location to pour water for herself on the first day, the back of the inexplicably familiar employee I saw before I left the photography shop, and what the dead girl said in my dream last night, plus just now The conclusion drawn by Wang Meng——