[Zhongyingmei] Official Mascot

The social network is full of news about this dark rookie female singer. It seems that people all over the world are listening to her songs overnight. Her elf-like appearance has also caused a lot of heated discussions. No one understands. Although Tricia has an otherworldly face, her voice is extremely powerful, especially with a wide range and high recognizability. The top single "Halloween Witch" is because the theme just caught up with Halloween, it is so hot, and the rhythm of the song She has a strong sensibility, and the mysterious and dark pop style also has a bit of rock and roll. She sang a metallic texture, which made people want to listen to it, and couldn't help but order the single loop.

Sitting in a special effects modeling studio in a shopping mall, Dolores unconsciously shook her legs while waiting for the staff to finish receiving the guests in front of them, listening to "Halloween Witch" played in the store.

"We'rewitches, bornintotheflames..." couldn't help singing along in a low voice, Dolores moved her eyes from the phone screen to Peter, and muttered: "I don't want to be a zombie bride anymore, I want to be a witch , that kind of looks like it has been burned by fire." She gestured with great interest, and pulled up a strand of her blond hair: "How about the feeling of curling your hair when it's hot?"

Peter calmly flipped through the catalog of styles in the store, and said, "What you ordered is a zombie bride, and you can't change it casually."

"And I'm sure many people have temporarily changed their Halloween costumes to medieval witches. When you get to the school, you will find that at least one of the girls in the scene must hit the theme for at least one in three minutes." Before Peter finished speaking, the curtain of the styling room in the store was lifted Open, two girls wearing retro black long dresses that looked like they had been burned came out arm in arm with excitement on their faces, and wore witch hats with dead branches and scorched crows on their curly and tousled hair. .

"That's right..." Dolores slumped on a chair in frustration. There are too many people in the store. It's almost evening, and it's also the time when many themed parties are about to start. I heard that Tony also has a party. I want to participate, but it’s not at the level of a high school auditorium. On a large cruise ship in a certain sea area, I think it’s frighteningly extravagant and high-society bosses from all walks of life. Tony still doesn’t care Public Safety Secretary Alexander Foster, who had tried to take them away earlier, was also on the guest list.

Peter silently prayed for the poor minister, because except for Banner and Bucky who would rather stay in the Avengers Building and play cats, the other Avengers are willing to go to the sea to participate in party entertainment and relaxation.

At this moment, the reception area is almost full. This store was reserved by Dolores online, and it feels that the level is not bad, and Liz still has a membership card here.

But Liz doesn't plan to come here this year, because she has recently become obsessed with special effects makeup, and has been shopping a lot of materials online, such as skin wax and blood plasma, and plans to DIY a look at home, while Ned simply chooses I'm probably still at home now, except for the Hulk suit I wore at Comic Con.

"Miss Green?"

The polite clerk finally came, and on the best day of Halloween business, even the clerk had to wear a pumpkin headband or fangs and colored contacts on his head.

"Yes, it's me." Dolores said hastily, and the clerk smiled and pointed to the styling room behind: "The zombie bride theme and zombie theme you two ordered are ready, please go in and prepare for the styling."

When they finally arrived, Peter breathed a sigh of relief, stood up with Dolores and walked back.

The men's and women's styling rooms are separate, and Dolores put her fingers together and waved on her forehead: "Goodbye, Mr. Zombie."

The corner of Peter's mouth rose: "You too, Miss Corpse Bride."

Dolores made a face at him, then followed the clerk and disappeared behind the curtain.

Peter also walked into his styling room, and was surprised to find that the business of this store was really good. In front of each makeup mirror was a monster with different shapes, and let the makeup artists paint on their faces. Put on blood plasma or something.

His stylist came over and led a bag of clothing sealed in a dust bag with a smile on his face: "This is your styling clothing, please go to the dressing room to change, if you have any questions, you can ask me at any time."

Peter didn't care. He didn't have any special expectations for the Halloween party. It's just that after these days of high-intensity training and school, he finally had a chance to have some fun with his friends. Of course, he did it according to his wishes.

So he nodded, took the clothes and walked to the dressing room, but when he unzipped the dust bag, he was shocked to see the complete tuxedo inside except for a few tears.

There might be something wrong with this.

After Peter put on a shirt with a frilly collar and a white waistcoat, and a crisp black tuxedo, he suddenly realized that it was too much like a wedding dress!

He walked out with his bow tie in his hands, and the stylist clapped cooperatively: "You look great! Oh, you must not know how to tie a bow tie, come on, let me help you .”

The passionate stylist took away the white tie from his hand, took a step forward and skillfully tied a bow tie for him, and then tugged at it indiscriminately: "This will make it look more like a girl who was robbed at a wedding." The bride attacked the groom!"

Satisfied, the stylist pushed him to sit on the dressing table. Peter asked in panic, "What? Does this look have a story background?"

"Of course! We strive for excellence in the styling of every VIP member. Each styling is exclusive, and we guarantee that it will never be similar to other people." The stylist said firmly. He picked up a bottle of hairspray and smoothed it evenly. Spray it on Peter's head and do his best to comb his wavy brown hair into a meticulously slick style, as if he's actually going to a wedding.

"Would you like to know the background of the story we designed for you?" The stylist blinked at the dull-faced Peter in the mirror pretending to be mysterious, picked up the comb and combed it while talking to himself, and forcibly explained: "You are The male protagonist at a certain grand wedding walks towards the priest on the carpet covered with white roses, but you never imagined that your bride is already preparing to elope with her lover, but the bride also never expects that her lover has become Zombie, and bit her hard, so in the end, when you were standing on the other side of the carpet smiling and ready to welcome the bride who came towards you, she lifted her veil and showed her face which was beyond recognition! gave you a kiss of death!!"

Peter stared dumbfounded at the smiling face of the stylist, and the other party smiled and pointed at himself in the mirror with a comb: "This is the VIP service of our 'Mysterious World Special Effects Styling Studio', how about it?"

The stylist looked expectant, so Peter had no choice but to close his chin silently, and nodded with difficulty: "...it is indeed very... worth the money, thank you very much."

"Of course, the guests deserve all the high-level service." He shrugged his shoulders relaxedly, and finally completed the Halloween task indicators for advertising and selling Amway, and began to concentrate on his work.

I just picked a classic Halloween look at random and didn't expect to end up with a whole tragic love story.Peter honestly swallowed his own questions, and in the end he didn't ask why there was a bride's lover in this story, and why the groom wasn't green enough or miserable enough.

He was also afraid that this stylist, who was overly enthusiastic about his profession, would rise up and extend this short story to the length of an [-]-word essay.

I'm just a zombie, a zombie bitten by a bride.

Peter stared silently in the mirror, gradually turning gray and blue, and a bloody and bitten unlucky zombie groom gradually appeared on his neck. Anyway, this imaginative stylist has great professional skills, and he looks scary now And full of stories, oh look, I was probably bitten off guard, there was a scratch on my neck besides the big hole, the bride must have been pushed away, and then my blood was like a fountain The blood flowed from the wound and dyed the entire neckline red. With this amount of bleeding, how many hours would I die?

With a serious face, Peter forced himself to think about some messy and unimportant things in his mind, as if he could forget something important, so that his heart would not be pounding uncontrollably, full of embarrassment And apprehensive, maybe a little shy.

But when he finished his make-up and walked out of the men's stylist to wait for Dolores to come out, he could no longer control the wild associations that popped up in his head.

What a horrible coincidence, Dolly is a zombie bride, and I just happened to meet a stylist who insisted on being innovative in a classic look, and must add some irrelevant weirdness to the zombie identity set up!

Peter's face covered under the foundation gradually heated up, and he was so angry that he refused to say the word of his own modeling, as if once he said a word that matched with the bride, he couldn't hide his panic at all. Covered up in a panic.

He tightly pursed his lips, stood in the hall with his back to the female styling room, stared down at the toes of his leather shoes, and seriously considered whether he should go outside the store to wait for Dolores.

After a while, Dolores came to me in a tattered wedding dress and veil. Will other guests see this scene and think we are...

God, he never realized how flustered he was when Dolores was associated with the words wedding dress and wedding!

Just when Peter was about to be driven crazy by his wild thoughts, Dolores lifted the scorched and ragged skirt and walked out from the curtain. She was very satisfied with her new look, and happily ran towards Peter In the past, I put a hand on his shoulder: "Hey!"

Peter was so frightened that he almost jumped to the ceiling. He held his heart that seemed to have stopped suddenly just now, and replied in panic: "Oh... Hey, are you alright?"

"That's right!" Dolores held a bouquet of withered roses in her other hand. She was wearing a high-necked lace wedding dress without a bustle, and a pair of dirty satin mid-heels were exposed under the broken skirt. Shoes, single-layer lace puff sleeves, coiled wavy blond hair with a proper mess, covered with a tattered veil.

"How is it?" She turned around happily, the skeleton special effect was painted on her pale face, it wasn't exaggerated, but the lower half of her face looked like her muscles had shrunk and all her teeth were exposed.

"A poor bride in a coffin in the 1930s." She excitedly showed the stray bandages on her thigh and arm: "I think they borrowed from that movie."

Dolores didn't think of Peter's attire and her ingeniously making a pair, which made Peter heaved a sigh of relief, facing the kind eyes of other people in the store, the two quickly walked out of the store outside.

He swore he heard the front desk clerk say, "What a lovely couple!"

Suddenly, Peter felt his face burn again, and he walked faster.

"Hurry up, we're going to be late." He didn't dare to look Dolores directly in the eyes, and walked out with the corners of his mouth pursed.