Why is my master always lost and swollen? !

A good night's dream.

After dawn, Mr. Baohe inspected the comfort of the hotel while walking in the courtyard.The warm wind with the smell of sulfur makes people feel refreshed, and the mist rises from the foot of the mountain and floats in the air.Surrounded by luxuriant vegetation and lush greenery, it exudes vitality everywhere.Back at the hotel, breakfast was already set up in the room. When I was enjoying myself, the door opened and the young man walked in.

"gentlemen!"

The young man yelled.The moment he heard the sound, Mr. Baohe couldn't help imagining: Could it be that his hair was blown into his room by the wind?Seeing how angry he is, is he going to kill me?But the young man looked strange and his face was blue.

"Those hairs... those hairs... are..."

The young man sat down on the chair, no longer glaring at Mr. Baohe with hatred.

"Those may not be your hair, sir..."

"What happened?"

"Sir, last night, in order to prevent your hair from floating into the room, I specially sealed the gaps between the doors and windows before I went to sleep."

"You really..."

Mr. Baohe was a little speechless.

"Just in case, I asked the hotel owner for some paper to paste the door, and used rice grains to paste the door from the inside of the room."

The young man looked horrified and talked about everything that happened from last night to now.

After finally getting a single room, he glued all the gaps between the doors and windows, thinking that his husband's hair loss should not bother him anymore, so he got into bed happily.

"But in the morning, I opened my eyes and saw..."

Amid an uncomfortable feeling, the young man woke up from his sleep. He just pulled his arm out of the bed and wanted to rub his eyes, but he saw long black hair wrapped around his fingertips.With a scream, he lifted the quilt, only to see strands of messy hair scattered in the quilt.

"At first, I also suspected sir. I thought it was your bad intentions. You sneaked into my room at night and scattered my hair around me. You can see that the notes have not been peeled off. If someone enters my room If it is, they should all be torn off. Since they are pasted on the inside of the room, it is impossible for them to be pasted again after leaving the room. Since no one has entered or left my room, that is to say, I have lost my hair and Not yours, sir."

"Great! Then it's not my hair loss!"

Compared with proving his innocence, Mr. Baohe is happier to know that his hair is healthy.

"I'm still worried, will I become bald in the future!"

"Is this the time to say that?! If it wasn't yours, sir, where did they come from?!"

After climbing out of bed, the young man continued to be bothered by hair loss.Just when I was about to change clothes, I found that there was a layer of long hair sticking to the inside of the clothes at some point; looking carefully, it turned out that the floor was also covered with long hair, as if covered with weeds, even if I collected them all and threw them out of the room, After a while, it will still appear, which really corresponds to the phrase "wild fire is endless, and spring breeze blows again".

"Just now, when I was having breakfast, I just turned my face away, and my hair was wrapped around my chopsticks. It felt like I was in a woman's room. It also seemed like there was a woman in the room, clinging to me , refused to leave my side for half a step... By the way, won't there be hairs in your room, sir?"

"Not at all. However, it sounds like your favorite ghost story!"

"Sir, I'm not joking! I have encountered enough strange things recently. Although I like to tell strange stories, I don't want to be the protagonist of them!" the young man said angrily.

"Do you have any recollection? When did this begin?"

When Mr. Baohe asked, the young man showed a look of sudden realization.

"Just after leaving there... No, Mr. was with me at that time. Unless..."

"Remember what it is?"

"No... not at all."

Seeing the haggard look of the young man, the friend couldn't help but think of Liu Zian who was sick at home at this time, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed. He comforted him and suggested that no matter what, he should take a bath first to resolve the knot between the two of them.

"Okay. I'm going to clean up now."

The young man stood up and walked out of the room.Mr. Baohe breathed a sigh of relief, and casually glanced at the seat where he was sitting just now, and sure enough, he saw a few long hairs.Mr. Baohe picked it up carefully and looked at it carefully.It looks very much like your own hair, but has decisively different characteristics.Mr. Baohe's hair is black and shiny, so beautiful that even a woman can't help but look back, but the hair in his hand is like the hair of a dead person, dull and lifeless.

Next, in the hot spring, the young man was still bothered by hair loss, and he kept picking off the dead hair wrapped around his fingers and throwing it away with disgust on his face.In the evening, the misty hot springs are shrouded in the golden afterglow of the setting sun.Mr. Baohe took the depressed young man out for a walk and spent time in a famous local snack bar.Looking at the children playing by the side of the road, the young man eased his melancholy mood a little, and began to tell the long-lost horror story.When we are talking about excitement...

"what!"

The young man suddenly covered his face in pain.

"what happened?"

Mr. Baohe held his shoulder worriedly.

"It's okay, it seems that dust has blinded my eyes..."

The youth began to rub his eyes.The children playing at the side ran, laughed, and made noise against the golden setting sun, drawing a long black shadow behind them.

"Hey, you are..."

Mr. Baohe noticed a black line protruding from the eye socket of the young man.

"You don't move."

Mr. Baohe grabbed the end of the thread, pulled it out, and pulled out a thin and long hair from the gap between the young man's eyeball and eye socket "hissingly". He couldn't help being amazed.Under the setting sun, the black hair protruding from the edge of the eye socket cast a shadow on the young man's cheek.The hair that had been completely pulled out was slightly wet and fell straight down.The young man stared at it in horror, his lips trembled slightly, he stood up, walked out of the shop, and vomited out all the food he had just eaten.

"I found an old hairbrush at the last hot spring."

Back at the hotel, the young man talked about the ins and outs of the incident.The waiter at the hotel had already prepared dinner for them, but they didn't have any appetite at the moment.

"A hairbrush?"

"Yes. On the way to the hot spring that night, I found a hairbrush on the ground. It is semi-circular and looks old, but the carved flower decorations on the surface are very beautiful."

"But you haven't mentioned this before."

"Take other people's things as your own, how dare you say such a thing."

"Why are you all... He is like this, and you are like this."

"Sir, who are you referring to?"

"He is a fellow traveler who has been traveling with me for a long time. Not long ago, he also got into trouble because he picked up something that shouldn't be picked up. He almost cost his life... By the way, you stepped on it Did you just pick it up?"

Since hair combs are ornaments used to decorate the head, the ancients believed that hair combs often contained the soul of the owner.Picking up the hair comb that fell on the ground means picking up pain and death.In ancient times, when picking up a hair comb, people would step on it first.

The young man shook his head and said, "That comb is so beautifully carved, I couldn't help but take it as my own. Sir, the hair that entangles me every day must be related to the comb that I stole. You... Will you scold me?"

Mr. Baohe didn't listen carefully to the young man's words, he responded indiscriminately, frowning and thinking about the countermeasures.

Seeing that Mr. Baohe's attention was not on himself, the young man smiled wryly, then got up unsteadily, opened the door, and walked out of the room.Mr. Baohe thought to himself, maybe he was in a hurry, so he didn't stop him.But I waited and waited, but I never saw him come back.Did you go back to your room?Although the misunderstanding has been clarified, the two are still sleeping in separate rooms.

Click, click, the wooden door trembled.Mr. Baohe straightened his body and listened carefully.

Immediately afterwards, there was a commotion of someone running in the corridor.

"Guest officer! Please don't do this!"

Xiao Er's shouts came from afar.

Mr. Baohe stood up and rushed towards the direction of the sound.

Something is burning in the courtyard of the hotel.Someone had lit a fire there, and burned the fallen leaves that had been gathered around.Under the reflection of the red flame, the young man stood there quietly, his eyes dazed and intoxicated.He threw a semicircular hair comb into the fire.The hair comb looked rather old, and the comb teeth were covered with black hair.The strands of hair, under the roasting of the flames, soon emitted white smoke, and then turned into ashes.The surface of the hair comb was also blackened by the flames, and it seemed that it could no longer be used.

The people in the hotel were afraid that such a fire would damage the house, so they hurriedly drew water from wooden buckets to put out the fire.However, when they saw the strange behavior of the young man, they couldn't help being stunned and didn't dare to take another half step forward.

The young man's eyes were full of flames, and he couldn't stop laughing.

"Sir, I like listening to horror stories the most. My mother, who has passed away, sees that I don't want to sleep well, and always tells some weird things in my ears. I still remember that her face was close to my ear, and her breath Flicking, it made me feel itchy. Ah, sir, I thought at the time, if I have someone I like in the future, I must lie on the bed together and tell ghost stories... Every time my mother thinks that I am sleeping When I'm asleep, when I'm about to get up, her long hair will fall down and brush over the tip of my nose... The person I like must have beautiful long hair."

After the young man finished burning the fire, he sat on the door frame, staring at the dark night, whispering in his mouth.

His behavior annoyed the innkeeper, Mr. Baohe negotiated repeatedly, and the innkeeper reluctantly agreed to let them leave tomorrow morning.

The oil lamp moved out of the room illuminated the outline of the surrounding scenery with faint light.The flying insects gathered, hovered around the two of them, and then dived into the darkness again.

"Sir, please tell this story to others."

"this story?"

"It's the story of me getting tangled in my hair. Isn't that an excellent ghost story?"

"Ah, indeed. I don't think I'll ever forget that story as long as I live."

"Won't you forget...that's really great."

After saying that, a sad smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, he stood up and went back to his own room.

Seeing that he was gone, Mr. Baohe also went back to the room and extinguished the oil lamp.

The hairbrush had been completely burnt to black charcoal.But young people may also be able to have a good night's sleep with peace of mind.Hope everything will be back to normal tomorrow.Mr. Baohe thought so, and fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Mr. Baohe immediately started packing his luggage after waking up.According to the agreement last night, the hotel did not provide breakfast, so they were asked to leave.However, after waiting for a while, the young man did not show up.If you leave too late and annoy the shopkeeper, it will be too much.Mr. Baohe decided to go to the young man's room to have a look.

When he came to the house, Mr. Baohe knocked on the door and shouted: "Hello!"

No reply.I shouted many more times, but the result remained the same.Mr. Baohe said "excuse me" and pushed open the door to enter the room, only to see the young man covering his face with a quilt, still soundly asleep.

"Hey! Are you still up?"

Mr. Baohe was a little annoyed, so he approached and uncovered the quilt.He was usually quite calm, but at this moment, he was too shocked by the scene in front of him.

Under the quilt, the young man rolled his eyes and pinched his neck with both hands. It seemed that he had struggled in pain.At this moment, he had already died, his whole body was stiff, and his long black hair hung down from the corner of his mouth.Not one or two, countless hairs overflowed from his mouth, filling his mouth full, and even the gaps between his teeth and the base of his tongue were all wrapped in hair.

Mr. Baohe called the people who came to the hotel, and in front of a large group of onlookers who watched the excitement, they wanted to pull out the hair in the young man's mouth, but unexpectedly, they pulled out a lot of hair from his body one after another.