[Ghost Story] Adizai, I want to wash my hair...

It’s approaching the seventh month of the lunar calendar. On this day, I will think of my friend Mao Ge (pseudonym), who told me this supernatural story of his personal experience, which made me dare not wash my hair after cutting it, and would rather go back wash at home -

More than ten years ago, before graduating from the beauty and hairdressing department, Brother Mao worked as an intern in a hair salon. His main job was to wash the hair of customers and do chores. This hair salon is located in the old neighborhood of Wanhua Xiyuan Road near Huanhe South Road. Basically, there are almost no people after seven o'clock. The hair salon also closes at this time. ) Packed up until about nine o'clock and left.

One night, business was extremely poor. Brother Mao finished his lunch in the staff lounge at the back and watched TV until seven o'clock. He wanted to say that neither the designer nor Ayan called him to help, and there must be no customers coming, so he was too lazy to go out and continued to watch TV. Seeing that it was almost eight o'clock, there was no movement outside. Brother Mao was planning to go outside to help close the store...

" Dude, I want to wash my hair. "

An Obasan's voice came from outside. After hearing it, Brother Mao deliberately touched it for a while, and wanted Ayang to deal with it. After all, he was ready to get off work and didn't want to greet the guests. However, Ayan didn't know where he died, and it was quiet outside. After a while, Obasan spoke again:

" Come on, the people in my house are waiting for me. "

Brother Mao sighed, knowing that he could not escape this time, so he had to turn off the TV reluctantly and walked out. As he walked, he cursed Ayan.

The old houses in this area are all narrow and long, and you can see the counter from a distance when you walk out of the rearmost lounge. Brother Mao glanced out, the lights at the door of the store were turned off, and in the dim light from the street lights, he didn't see half of them. He secretly rejoiced, thinking that the guest had left...

" Please, I'm in a hurry! " Obasan's voice came from the shampoo area at the L-shaped corner - it turned out that the customer had already walked in, no wonder there was no one at the counter.

"Auntie, bad luck, I'm here." Brother Mao walked quickly to the shampoo area and turned his head to look - a bright red flower top, with a pair of sequined denim cropped pants, naked. Obasan Dara Lala lay on the shampoo chair with his big feet facing him. Brother Mao was angry and funny, he had never seen such a spontaneous guest.

Brother Mao stepped on the steps and saw Obasan's face, only to realize that Obasan was more spontaneous than he expected - she even put the moisture-proof paper on it herself, and it was neatly affixed. The white paper squarely just covered her entire face . Although Brother Mao washed countless heads covered with moisture-proof paper, until this moment, he suddenly had a strange association...

Brother Mao didn't dare to think about it, he just wanted to wash his hair quickly and send the guests away. He walked to the shampoo porcelain plate and skillfully operated the shampoo process. The strange thing is that Obasan, who has been urging him just now, doesn't speak now, whether it is to ask him if the water temperature is okay? Where else needs to be strengthened? ...she didn't respond at all, only vaguely heard her deep voice "um... uh..." through the white paper. Brother Mao can't control that much, just treat her as saying ok, he doesn't know why, he moves faster and faster, just wants to end all this quickly.

Just when Brother Mao washed Obasan's hair for the second time and temporarily walked aside to get the shampoo, he clearly felt that the two eyeballs covered under the white paper moved as he walked. The corner of his eye seemed to slip out from the edge of the white paper, staring at his every move.

When doing the last cleaning, Brother Mao found that Obasan's body didn't seem to move at all. He always kept his feet straight and his hands folded on his abdomen... Brother Mao felt completely hairy in his heart - after washing ten How could it be completely motionless for so many minutes?

As soon as Brother Mao had this thought, the moisture-proof paper on Obasan's face moved and lifted slightly. His intuition was that Obasan was smiling - well, at least there was movement.

But... but... After the moisture-proof paper was lifted up, and it remained still for more than half a minute, it must have been maintaining a smile for too long, right? !

Brother Mao pretended to be calm, turned around to take out the towel from the cabinet, "Brother Mao, where are you?" Ayan called him from the back door. As soon as Brother Mao heard this, he couldn't hold on any longer, and regardless of Obasan, he pulled his legs and ran back, until he hit Ayan and almost fell.

Ayan dragged him to the shampoo area, and there was no one on the shampoo chair. Ayang was dubious about what Brother Mao said, but seeing that Brother Mao's legs were so soft, he knew that he couldn't ride a bike home alone, so he decided to take Brother Mao for a ride.

The two walked to the place where Ayan parked the car on Xichang Street. The house in front of the parking lot had only closed the screen door, and an old man was sitting in the living room watching TV. Brother Mao looked up subconsciously and saw a half-length photo of Obasan hanging on the wall behind the old man, wearing a red flower top, smiling at Brother Mao. Brother Mao was so frightened that he closed his eyes and hugged Ayan tightly.

It's been a few more hours -- the hell's open!

The next morning, Brother Mao immediately called the owner of the hair salon to resign. His sixth sense told him that Obasan would definitely come tonight.

Because, her hair hasn't been dried yet...