Walking alone for a while, he soon approached the small independent building.

Yan Junze stood outside the building and shone it on it with a flashlight, there was no movement, the window glass was full of dirt, and he couldn't see it clearly at all.

He recalls the mission information again, and the mission description points out that the ugly girl should be calm about herself.

And at present, for the ugly girl, she is because she knows that she is ugly and unconfident, so she will have so much hair to cover her face. It's as if you're stuck in a state where you don't have enough hair at any moment.

As before, Yan Junze still picked up the stone on the ground, climbed over the wooden railing to the small door of the high wall, and smashed the door lock with the stone.

Then, with a flashlight in one hand and the sharp scissors in the other, he pushed open the door and walked into the high wall.

He didn't look at anything else, and immediately walked to the hidden door leading to the small building, and reached out to push the door open.

Standing in the doorway, shining a flashlight into it, the furnishings of the room were basically old, two cabinets, a long table, and two chairs, and a small broken stove in the middle of the house.

There was a chimney on top of the stove, but the chimney did not extend out of the house, but emitted the smoke from the burning of the fire into the house.

Seeing this scene, Yan Junze seemed to smell a strong smell of smoke, I really don't know how this girl has spent so many years.

And listening to other people's descriptions in Wangjiawan, this small building rarely opens its windows, and it is basically closed all year round.

Or the smell of smoke is too choking, and ugly women may rarely use small stoves.

Yan Junze walked into the house and confirmed that there was nothing unusual on the first floor of this small building, and the hair that had slipped from his feet did not appear after he entered the house last time.

The door of the room seemed to be closed, Yan Junze ignored it, and shone a flashlight on the wooden staircase leading to the second floor.

The construction of this staircase is very simple, because the building is very narrow, there is only one corner, and you can go up four steps to the corner, and then ten steps to the second floor.

However, at this moment, Yan Junze had no intention of going up the stairs immediately, he looked at the things shining under the flashlight in surprise.

I saw that the surface of all the staircase steps was covered with a layer of black objects, and if you looked closely, it was all hair.

The hairs were not broken, but were very long, as if they had been dragged down from the second floor and laid on the stairs, all the steps were laid out.

Yan Junze believes that if he comes a little later, after a while, I am afraid that the floor of this floor will also be covered with long hair from the second floor.

The dense hair, starting from the first step in front of you, is all there, and although the hair does not move as if it were a dead thing, the visual impact is very strong.

Yan Junze suddenly felt very nauseous.

When he was half-spirit before, although he would also have black hair all over his body, his consciousness was not clear at that time, just like a backgirl, and his feelings were not so deep and strong.

After struggling inwardly for a moment, Yan Junze still raised his feet and tentatively landed gently on the first section of the stairs, and there was an instant rustling sound from the soles of his feet, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on his skin.

Yan Junze carefully observed the soles of his feet, and there was nothing unusual about the hair that was stepped on, it did not wrap around his ankles as he imagined, nor did it quickly retract upstairs.

He looked up again, and the flashlight shone on the steps above, again nothing unusual.

With a little stability in his heart, Yan Junze walked upstairs again, every step was stepped on first, and then the next step, each step made a lot of rustling sounds, which made him feel tired in his heart.

And the higher he goes, the thicker the hair on the soles of his feet seems to become, just walking above the middle of the stairs, it feels like stepping on a thick carpet, although there is also a rustling sound, but the feeling for Yan Junze at this moment is not steady.

At the same time.

In the courtyard of the second uncle Wang, Wang Tao was talking with Director Wang Dafa, and the second aunt went into the back room to make a cup of tea for Wang Dafa.

Although the second aunt was greeting others, her eyes were still in the middle of the yard, on her daughter Mengmeng, who was tied up by ropes.

In the next second, the second aunt, who was turning her head to look at Mengmeng, was suddenly stunned, and she found that Mengmeng had lowered her head at some point. Looking at the other children, among the 17 girls, the children over the age of three all remained still at this moment, their heads bowed, and their eyes glazed on the ground.

The younger girl, who was in her mother's arms, had her eyes slightly closed, as if she was in a semi-coma.

The mothers noticed the anomaly, gently shaking the child and calling the child's name, but the scene was very depressing, their voices were not loud, and they seemed very frightened.

Wang Dafa, who was drinking tea, hurriedly put down the teacup and stood up with Wang Tao.

Wang Tao made a silent gesture to him, and several people dispersed and stood around the 17 children, who would stop them if they noticed anything wrong.

After a few seconds, half of the children began to struggle to break free of their bound hands.

The younger child, who was still being held by his mother, began to show uneasiness in a semi-coma, constantly twisting his body and making sounds unconsciously.

These mothers still remembered Yan Junze's instructions, and they didn't dare to call their children's names anymore, but just hugged their daughters tightly, for fear of being abducted by weirdness.

After a few moments, all 17 children were unconscious, writhing their hands and feet, trying to break free from the rope.

Two of them, about seven or eight years old, were bound by a sudden loosening of the rope that bound them and were about to fall off at any moment.

Wang Dafa was stunned for a moment, and yelled at one of the men next to him who was at a loss: "Wang Xiaolin, what's the matter with you?" Is the rope not fastened? ”

Wang Xiaolin was in a hurry at the moment, and he didn't dare to step forward: "I'm afraid...... I'm afraid of strangling the child. ”

Wang Dafa was about to scold, but Wang Tao had already rushed over and said to the man named Wang Xiaolin: "Hold down your child, I'll tie it up." ”

At this moment, the other girl had already broken free from the rope, released her hands, and reached out to grab her head, but there was nothing on her head.

Wang Dafa yelled at the child's parents: "Hold her, I'll tie her up!" ”

The child's parents were so frightened that they rushed over and grabbed the girl who was pulling around her head, and the mother got closer, and the girl stretched her neck, bit her hair, shook her head violently, and a lock of hair was torn off.

The mother was in pain and frightened, screaming, and was replaced by her father to hold the child, Wang Dafa rushed over, picked up the rope and tied it up, and said to the other parents: "You are optimistic about your child, and you can't let her break free." ”

The others panicked and kept their children in their hands, while the mother holding the little girl held the child tightly, because she herself had been shaved and there was nothing she could do about it.

Inside a separate building.

Yan Junze finally walked the steps and came to the second floor.

He was shocked by what he saw, and under the light of the flashlight, he saw that all the furniture and floors on the second floor, including the beds, beams, and roof, were covered with a large amount of black hair, and he could no longer see his original face.

On the beam of the window side of the house, a black corpse hung there, unmoving, shining with a flashlight, and on closer inspection, it seemed to be wearing gray long-sleeved clothes, and its long, thick hair dragged to the ground and stretched out in all directions of the house.

Although the body of the female corpse was not covered and could still be seen, her cheeks were tightly covered by a lot of hair.

Seeing this scene, Yan Junze remembered that sentence again, the words that circulated from the residents of Wangjiawan.

"Although this girl is long dead, her hair is still growing, and it keeps growing."

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