"Ah" Fan Mengjie screamed and rushed out of the door.After running out of the room in a hurry, she suddenly noticed that she had inadvertently brought out the comb that did not belong to her in the room.Fan Mengjie looked at the comb in her hand in horror, she didn't know what to do for a while, although the figure that appeared in the mirror just now was very blurry, and she couldn't even see her face clearly, but she could feel the viciousness and hatred in her eyes, maybe that figure was the owner of this room, what should I do if she was full of hatred for her trespassing, what should I do If she just trespassed into someone else's room, then maybe there would be help, but she took the comb out after panicking, maybe, maybe the figure would kill her, the more she thought about it, the more scared she became, But she didn't dare to return the comb, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.Looking at the comb in her hand, she suddenly felt that the wooden comb was getting heavier and heavier, and fear almost overwhelmed her, and she had to find a way to dispose of the comb, throw it away, by the way, just throw it away, and treat it as if nothing had happened.Thinking of this, Fan Mengjie immediately ran out of the inn, the right was where they often entered the woods, and the left was rarely visited, if the comb was buried in the soil, then no one would find out.Fan Mengjie didn't dare to go into the woods, so she dug a small pit outside the inn and buried the comb, however, Fan Mengjie never thought that her behavior happened to be clearly seen by Han Jie, who was standing at the window on the third floor, although Han Jie didn't see what she was holding in her hand, but he saw that she buried the thing in the ground, and he quietly wrote down the location.After burying the comb, Fan Mengjie breathed a sigh of relief, although she didn't know if it was right to do this, but it was better than holding it in her hand.While Fan Mengjie was doing this, there was another person walking around the room nervously, he was Cao Xinliang, his obsessive-compulsive disorder, and if he didn't do this, I was afraid that he would continue to be so irritable, and he had to wipe the mirror clean.Regarding such obsessive-compulsive disorder, Cao Xinliang was also very unacceptable, he even felt that he was a psychopath, why did he have to wipe it clean when he saw an unclean mirror, "No, I can't go, if I go, maybe I will be targeted by the things in that room, and the Ten Thousand Dao Divine Venerable who will die" Cao Xinliang comforted himself like this, and the irritability in his heart was slightly better.He sat down on the bed, desperately trying to calm himself down.However, Cao Xinliang was never able to calm himself, his desire to wipe the mirror became stronger and stronger, and there was a voice in his head that kept urging him, which made him even more irritable.Finally, he decided not to forcibly suppress the idea of knowing, maybe he wiped the mirror clean, and he could still make the owner happy, and as soon as he was happy, he might just let him go.Thinking about it like this, Cao Xinliang put his mind at ease, and even felt that he was doing a good deed, so he had a reason to do it.Cao Xinliang hurriedly ran to the bathroom, brought out a basin of water, and then found a dirty rag, washed the rag under the faucet, and then went downstairs with the basin.When Cao Xinliang saw the open door, he was slightly stunned, he remembered that they closed the door when they came out just now, how did it open it now, is it Han Jie is back Thinking of this, Cao Xinliang put the basin in the kitchen aisle, and then quietly walked to the bedroom door to look, and didn't see anyone, the room was very dark, he turned around and came over again with water, turned on the flashlight, and began to wipe the mirror, he knew that only by thoroughly wiping the mirror could he really settle down.Cao Xinliang only thought about wiping the mirror, and didn't pay attention to the open door of the wardrobe behind him at all, it seemed that he was very happy to wipe the mirror time, he hummed quietly while happily wiping the mirror, for the current Cao Xinliang, there is nothing more important than wiping the mirror.When Cao Xinliang lowered his head to wash the rag, the blurred figure in the wardrobe in the mirror reappeared, and when he straightened his waist, the blurred figure disappeared completely, so Cao Xinliang never saw the figure.The mirror was polished by him as bright as new, no, or the new one is not necessarily newer than the current one.After doing all this, Cao Xinliang finally felt comfortable, he stretched his waist greatly, but the movement soon stopped, because he found that the comb that was originally placed on the dressing sky was gone.The scalp exploded suddenly, who would take the comb here Is it that any of those girls didn't bring a comb, so come and take the comb away, is it impossible, even if they don't have a comb, they shouldn't take away the dead man's things so indiscriminately, unless they don't want to live, since it wasn't any of them who took it, could it be that the owner of this room took it himself, and the fear that was completely absent just now instantly replaced his happy mood, how could he be so stupid How can he be so careless, this is the room of the dead, If you are not careful, you will offend the owner here, and then I am afraid that you will not even know how you died.Cao Xinliang hurriedly left with a basin of water and fled for his life, anyway, the mirror has been wiped, and he won't feel uncomfortable in his heart, it's a big deal not to come here in the future.After Cao Xinliang left, a figure slowly walked out of the cabinet in the mirror, the figure was very blurry, she slowly walked to the mirror, sat down on the stool, raised her hand to pick up something from the table, and began to comb her hair slowly, what she picked up was the comb that was placed on the table, but she had nothing in her hand, and the comb did not exist at all.The fluttering singing voice came out of her mouth, echoing in the small room Han Jie hid at the staircase on the third floor after Fan Mengjie left, when he saw Fan Mengjie enter the room before coming down from the upper floor, he went straight out of the inn and came to the place where Fan Mengjie buried something just now, although Fan Mengjie covered the place with leaves, but he still found it very easily, she was not buried deeply, so he quickly found the thing, when he saw that it was a comb, he was slightly stunned, I don't understand why Fan Mengjie took out the comb and buried it, did she find something or said that burying the comb is a way to live, no, it won't be so simple, there must be some other reason, however, this comb is of little use to them, whether it is taken back or buried here, it should have no effect on them, if burying the comb is really a way to live, he will dig out the comb, but it is an act of looking for death.Han Jie buried the comb back in, then covered it with leaves, and went back to the inn when nothing happened
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