Chapter 11 The Wig Shop

Using the flashlight to illuminate the surroundings, they quickly found the wig shop Song Xiaoyou had mentioned.

In an inconspicuous corner, the shop was extremely messy. Wooden chairs lay on the ground, and there were shards of broken glass near the wall.

Several large mirrors were placed on the walls, some already cracked. As the flashlight beam swept across, the mirrors reflected the figures of the group.

The cracks on the mirror surface were like sharp blades, cutting the figures into fragmented pieces.

"Don't point at the mirrors," Wan Yuanning warned.

The beams of light moved away from the mirrors, and they soon found a door at the back.

The door was ajar. Jiao Tailang stepped forward and slowly pushed it open, the hinges emitting a harsh creaking sound.

It seemed that no one had been here for a long time.

But as the door opened, even without Hua Luo needing to remind them, the other two's expressions suddenly changed. They smelled a strong, pungent odor of blood.

It was misty inside. The flashlight's beam seemed to be restricted here, only able to illuminate a distance of about two or three meters.

"How is it?" Hua Luo asked Wan Yuanning, placing all his hope on her.

After looking inside for a while, Wan Yuanning shook her head and said, "It's no good. I can't see clearly either. What's strange here is this mist, it's not just plain darkness."

"What do we do then?" Hua Luo frowned. "Wait until later and come back, and bring some more people?"

"Who would come?" Jiao Tailang retorted.

"The people from Building 1." Hua Luo steadied his mind and said, "The long-haired ghost here should be the one that attacked Chu Jiu."

"Of course, I know that. What I mean is... are you sure they'll believe us?" Jiao Tailang pursed his lips. "I'm worried they'll suspect we made up the information to get them to take the fall for us."

"Then what do you suggest?" Hearing that wasn't an option either, Hua Luo spread his hands.

"I don't agree with going back either," Wan Yuanning analyzed. "From what we've seen so far, Yu Lan is already dead. In the missions I've experienced before, ghosts rarely kill two people in a row."

"As long as we're careful during this time, we should still be safe," she said. Her voice had a strange power, and what she said made sense.

"Let's do that then." Stepping forward, Jiao Tailang took the knife from Wan Yuanning's hand and said in a low voice, "Stay close to me."

Jiao Tailang led the way, and Hua Luo nodded to Wan Yuanning and said, "You stay in the middle, I'll be behind you."

Wan Yuanning was slightly surprised, her eyes sweeping across Hua Luo's face, seemingly changing her opinion of this man who was even more beautiful than a woman.

"Be careful," Wan Yuanning said.

Hua Luo nodded.

The trio entered the storage room.

The interior was shrouded in a strange mist, with poor visibility. All around were rows of shelves, upon which were placed mannequin heads.

The heads wore all sorts of wigs.

In this kind of environment, it was inevitable that one would feel nervous.

Hua Luo gripped the flashlight, the beam shining on the heads. For a moment, he felt like the heads in front of him might move at any moment.

Peeking at them, or blinking their eyes where they couldn't be seen, or even grinning.

Taking a deep breath, he gripped the flashlight even tighter.

Suddenly, Jiao Tailang, who was leading the way, stopped abruptly.

A moment later—

"Did you guys hear something?" Jiao Tailang asked softly, without turning his head.

Wan Yuanning and Hua Luo held their breath. After a few seconds, the three of them almost simultaneously looked in one direction. They... had all heard it.

It was the sound of dripping water.

"Drip."

"Drip."

......

Not far away, because the area here wasn't that big to begin with.

Unlike Jiao Tailang and Wan Yuanning, who were staring intently in the direction of the sound, Hua Luo's attention was focused more on what was behind him.

Almost every two steps he took, he would suddenly turn his head to look.

Nothing unusual. He continued walking.

Unlike the ferocious and brutal ghosts in horror movies, the ghosts in nightmares were mostly insidious and secretive. They would appear in any place you couldn't imagine.

In ways you couldn't imagine, and then reap your life.

This sound... was very likely a trap.

But they had no choice now, because they were trapped in this storage room. The door they had come in through... had disappeared.

Finally, they reached the vicinity of the dripping sound.

It was between two rows of shelves.

The mist was particularly dense here, and the flashlight's battery seemed to be draining very quickly. The visibility was now less than a meter around them.

"Splash." Jiao Tailang stopped.

He lowered his head, a slippery feeling coming from under his feet, as if he had stepped on some kind of liquid. He slowly crouched down, focusing his energy.

Until a flash of bright red stabbed into his eyes.

The ground... was a large pool of blood.

At the same time, a soft "tap" suddenly sounded on his shoulder, and liquid splashed onto his face.

Wet, and still a little warm.

The next second, he immediately stood up and backed away, while simultaneously looking at the ceiling, the flashlight beam also shining upwards.

The mist seemed to dissipate at that moment. The sight above caused all three of them to gasp. A huge, black, rugby-ball-shaped object, completely wrapped in hair, was hanging upside down in mid-air.

Like a giant cocoon.

From time to time, fresh blood dripped down along the gaps in the hair, falling into the pool of blood, making a dripping sound.

Even more terrifying was that the cocoon seemed to sense something and began to wriggle slowly. Then, under the gaze of the three, a corpse was spat out.

It fell to the ground with a "thud."

The corpse was severely shrunken, and the sound it made when it fell was crisp, like a large piece of dry firewood.

Without a doubt, the dead person was Yu Lan, not from looking at her face, but from the clothes she was wearing, and the only remaining white leather shoe on her foot.

The hair was like blood-sucking vines, draining her of blood.

Her face was completely disfigured. The dried flesh was tightly attached to the bones, and the dried and set mouth was wide open, as if telling of the fear and unwillingness before death.

Even more psychologically disturbing was that her mouth, eye sockets, and nostrils were all filled with hair, very long, very dense hair.

Two dry, chicken-claw-like hands were twisted and placed near her mouth, as if, even at the point of death, she was struggling to pull the hair out of her mouth.

The flashlight shone on Yu Lan's face, her skin comparable to rough bark. Just as Jiao Tailang sighed, a light flashed in Wan Yuanning's eyes.

"Hmm?"

She walked over, not daring to directly touch the hair, and wrapped her clothes around her hand, pulling the hair out of Yu Lan's mouth.

Before long, there was a ring in her palm.

The ring was wrapped in hair and clearly didn't belong to Yu Lan.

Changing the angle of the ring, there was a line of small characters on the inner side.

Shen, followed by a heart shape, and finally the single character Wei.