When I arrived at Lingling's house, Lingling's mother had been waiting outside the door for a long time. Xiaole immediately greeted him and eagerly asked, "Aunt, what's the matter?"
I couldn't make it clear at the door, so Lingling's mother invited Xiaole into the room, poured a cup of tea, and then slowly told her about Lingling's recent situation.
Lingling's abnormality began the day she came back from her autumn outing. Lingling's mother said that she was just in a hurry to go out that day and ran into Lingling's tired appearance when she came back. Her face looks a little pale. Lingling's mother thought she was going for an autumn outing. She plays too much these days, which leads to her poor spirit.
Urge her to go back to her room to rest. Lingling looked really tired then. She didn't even bother to answer, so she walked slowly upstairs.
Because she was in a hurry to go out that day, Lingling's mother didn't go to the second floor with her, but told her to have a good rest! Then I went out.
When I came back late that night, the whole room was dark and there was no light. Lingling's mother is confused about how the child went to bed so early today. When she turned on the light, Lingling, who was quietly sitting in the living room combing her hair, was startled.
Lingling's mother was really scared when she described seeing Lingling at that time. I almost let Lingling's mother into a thief because of things at home. It turned out to be her own daughter.
Lingling's mother scolded her daughter a little angrily and said that she couldn't sleep well in the middle of the night. What is she doing sitting in the living room?
But Lingling didn't answer. She looked at the front with empty eyes and kept combing her hair with a comb in her hand.
Lingling's mother saw that her daughter ignored her and went over and gave her a push.
At this time, Lingling's comb fell to the ground because of shaking. Lingling suddenly woke up, looked at her mother doubtfully and said in surprise, "Mom, why are you here? Why am I here?" I remember I was sleeping. "
"I also said that you are sleeping. I think you are sleepwalking. Hurry back to your room. " Under Lingling's mother's nagging, Lingling playfully stuck out her tongue to her mother. When she lifted her feet to go, she found the comb on her feet, picked it up and ran back to the room.
About Lingling's sleepwalking in the middle of the night, Lingling's mother said that it was the first time for her to meet again. But because she thought it was sleepwalking, Lingling's mother didn't think too much, so she let it go.
But in the next few days, Lingling's mother found that Lingling was getting more and more wrong. Lingling's appetite began to decline. Sometimes she doesn't eat anything but breakfast. She just kept combing her hair with a comb all day and said she wouldn't listen.
It's like being isolated. If you can't hear what others say, comb your hair with dull eyes.
Hearing this, Xiaole advised Lingling's mother not to be in such a hurry and walked to Lingling's room by herself.
Lingling is Xiaole's best friend in this city. After this incident, she also had a hard time. After all, when they went for an autumn outing, Xiaole always avoided Lingling intentionally or unintentionally, because Lingling was a cripple. But Lingling, a silly girl, has been following her all the time, and Xiaole really regrets her behavior that day!
"Lingling." Is tentatively knocking on Lingling's door. She didn't expect Lingling to open the door at all, but it just clicked.
Seeing Lingling's appearance, Xiaole was startled by her appearance. For some reason, Lingling's long and thick black hair became sparse. It looks almost bald, and some scalp parts are still stained with blood. Lingling's thin shoulders are still hung with combed hair.
These are a pair of godless eyes. At the moment when he saw Xiaole, Lingling's son became refreshed. He excitedly pulled Xiaole to his room, combed his hair in the mirror of the dresser, happily pointed at himself in the mirror, and then asked Xiaole, "Am I beautiful?"
Is looked at her with a wry smile. She doesn't know how to answer Lingling's question. Seeing Xiaole's affirmative nod, Lingling walked around the room happily.
But at the moment, not on Lingling, but on the wooden comb on Linlin's dresser.
The surface of the wooden comb looks not much different from that of the ordinary comb, but the pattern on the handle looks very fine and is hand-carved. The color inside is painted bright red. The comb looks very old, but the color in the hand-carved pattern is red and shiny, and the pattern presents that strange color, which makes people feel chilling.
Xiaole couldn't help but reach out and touch it. Lingling took it away, as if afraid of being taken away from what she loved. Now she has been holding it in her arms.
Xiaole quickly regressed several steps. She has always felt that this comb has a fascinating ability to make people lose their nature.
"Lingling, can you lend it to me?" Xiaole wanted to test it, but Lingling desperately held it in her arms as if it were a penis.
This makes Xiaole more sure that Lingling's situation is inseparable from this comb.
So Xiaole didn't go home that night, but stayed at Lingling's house to find out what happened here.
In the evening, after Lingling was completely asleep, Xiaole sneaked into her room before her eyes.
Standing in front of the dressing table, the comb adds a strange illusion in the silver light of moonlight.
Xiaole watched, but her hand involuntarily reached out to get the comb. She sat in front of the mirror in the dressing table and combed her hair slowly with a comb.
The joy in front of the dresser is short hair, and the joy in the mirror is long hair tied around the waist. The woman in the mirror looks exactly like Xiaole, but in the moonlight, Xiaole in the mirror is completely different from Xiaole sitting in front of the dresser, with red lips and simple and pure ones.
The next day, when Lingling's mother wanted to visit Lingling's room, she found the door open and a head on the dresser. At this time, Lingling's mother couldn't figure it out either. Last night, she said she wanted to sleep at home, but she didn't see any, so she thought she might go back.
Finally, I saw my daughter didn't get up early to comb her hair in the morning. Lingling's mother left the room in a deep sleep. As a result, no one noticed that the comb that was put on the dresser yesterday was missing.
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