Chapter 6

The swimming hair remains motionless.

They are densely covered on the walls and floors, looking like some kind of shadow persisting in reality.

In the dead silence, under the dark pressure hood, the passage of time seemed to have lost its meaning.

Wen Jianyan stood there, sweat dripping from his forehead and palms, and the comb lying in his palms became wet.

He didn't know what to do.

But... my guess should be correct.

After all, this hidden prop was dug out from the secret compartment of the old witch's cabinet.

At that time, he was very confused. After all, the things hidden in the dark cabinet looked ordinary and could even be regarded as garbage, but they were deeply hidden by the owner in the most hidden place.

"If you don't follow the rules, you will be punished."

And in the cafeteria, the anchor choked on his hair because of this.

In other words, this ghost is punishing the students according to the old witch's code of conduct. In short, it is helping her.

It's just like... a child with insufficient self-awareness, unconditional attachment and obedience to his mother.

The comb in the dark room, the hair in the sink, the familiar humming, the corresponding lyrics, and the canteen aunt's hesitation when talking about Teacher Yang.

These broken clues are connected together in my mind, and the incomplete idea gradually takes shape.

Finally Wen Jianyan made up his mind and turned around and ran straight to the first floor.

Whether or not this place is a birthplace is a matter of gamble.

I don’t know how much time passed, but my hair finally started to move again.

The dark, thick layer of hair slowly shrank back, becoming thinner and shorter little by little, gradually revealing the pale limbs hidden in the middle.

The little girl was lying on all fours, her joints twisted weirdly in all directions, her neck was raised, and her pale little face was raised. Her facial features were as blurry as a molten wax statue, and she was staring steadily ahead with her black eye sockets:

"Mother……?"

She repeated these two words blankly, with utter confusion and strangeness in her voice.

There is drama.

Judging from the opponent's current performance, the chance of winning is 50%.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to seize this precious opportunity in front of him.

"Xiaojie..."

The young man's voice was deliberately suppressed, rough but with a hint of feminine softness. His articulation and pauses were all subtly similar to Teacher Yang's. The right amount of choking also cleverly concealed the sense of dissonance, even for the audience in the live broadcast room.

After hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but feel a little dazed for a moment:

"Don't you remember mom?"

The little girl repeated in confusion: "Remember...?"

She tilted her head and faced Wen Jianyan with her blurred face, as if she was trying to remember.

Wen Jian waited without saying a word.

His heart was beating wildly in his ears, his fingers were slightly numb from the excessive tension, and his back was clammy, bringing a biting chill when the cold wind blew. Under the strong pressure, his legs were shaking a little.

However, judging from his expression, he was simply uncharacteristically calm.

"Xiao...jie...?"

The little girl recalled blankly.

Taking advantage of this gap, Wen Jianyan quickly glanced at the upper right corner.

The health value is full, and the sanity value is only half.

This place is really too narrow. If the opponent launches an attack now, he will have no way to escape.

However, the remaining time of the chase battle is four minutes. Even if the opponent does not recall anything, as long as he delays for three minutes, he can pass the level.

Just hold on, hold on, and get through it.

At this moment, a "ding" sound suddenly came from my ear: "Congratulations to the host for accurately locating the key props. The special line in the hidden branch has now been unlocked!"

Wen Jianyan was startled.

……What?

The barrage in the live broadcast room caused a sensation:

"!!!Special line!! He actually opened a special line!"

"Does anyone who has seen it tell me whether Decai Middle School has opened this line before?"

"The highest unlocking progress in history for this dungeon is 72. It is unlikely that this special line has been opened."

"I declare him to be the strongest newcomer in this class in my opinion!!!"

"Can this not be a vest? Can this not be a vest?! If this anchor were a newbie, I would stand on my head and have diarrhea!"

Just listen to the mechanical voice in your ears and continue:

"Now you will be given a special live broadcast task:

While singing, she combed Xiaojie's hair.

After starting the mission, your chase will pause the timer and end automatically after completing the special mission."

The countdown in the upper right corner stopped just in time, and the four numbers 03:15 were very bright and eye-catching.

"..."

Wen Jianyan's face froze.

He stood expressionless, his gaze moving downwards and slowly falling on the broken-tooth comb in his palm.

I'm so stupid, really.

I only knew that this comb was a prop to prove my identity and awaken the other party's memory, but I didn't expect that it hadn't been able to start the special task in the live broadcast room.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and gritted his back teeth viciously.

never mind.

Anyway, it’s too late to ride the tiger now, so let’s just kill the horse and become a living horse doctor.

He took a step forward, slowly and cautiously pulled away the stool in front of the table, then stretched out his hand to Xiaojie not far away, and said in a particularly gentle tone: "Come."

Xiaojie tilted her head, her face with blurred features becoming more confused.

"Look, your hair is messed up. Let me comb it for you."

The other party still didn't move.

"Be obedient." Wen Jianyan lowered his voice and imitated the old witch's majestic appearance.

Xiaojie hesitated for two seconds and finally crawled towards Wen Jianyan.

Her pale thin arms climbed onto the wooden chair, and her body with twisted limbs sat on it bit by bit. She faced the dusty mirror, and her thick and long dark hair fell to the ground and spread out on the ground.

Wen Jianyan raised his hand and combed it downwards along the other person's hair.

The moment it touched the top of the girl's head, a sharp pain suddenly came from the fingertips, and the hair squirmed as if alive, digging deeply into the fingertips, greedily sucking and devouring his flesh and blood.

Wen Jianyan's heart was shaken, and he began to feel dizzy.

A creepy feeling suddenly came over me, as if the gaps around me were full of peeping eyes, casting malicious glances from all directions.

The instinct to escape when facing danger was screaming. At that moment, every cell in his body was shouting:

Throw away the comb! Run!

Hurry! Hurry up! Otherwise it will be too late!

……calm!

Wen Jianyan bit the tip of his tongue hard, forcing his body that wanted to escape to stay in place.

He glanced at the upper right corner.

A large chunk of health and sanity were chewed off together, and the color of the health bar also changed from green to yellow, while sanity was even more dangerous, turning orange.

He took a slow, deep breath and sang:

"Little red comb, comb it in front of the mirror."

Xiaojie seemed to have no idea what was going on behind the scenes.

She sat on the chair with her back to Wen Jianyan, gently swaying her pale legs, and hummed softly to the tune somewhat sluggishly.

I don't know if it was Wen Jianyan's illusion, but the facial features of the little face reflected in the mirror seemed to be much clearer than before.

The comb was combed to the bottom.

"I remember."
To be continued...