The corridor gradually sounded footsteps, my heart instantly lifted, every time a guest came I would feel a little tight, not because I was timid, but because in this dark and weird environment, I was about to face some murderers with blood burning on their hands, but I wouldn't be too afraid, after all, I knew that I was the one who held the "power", but I still blessed the victims, at least better than those perverts, no, no, no, what do I think, this is hell, of course, the more bad people come, the better.

Just as I was struggling with my thoughts, the door was pushed open.

It was a gentle-looking, clean man, and his position made him look neat, but he was like a blind man, and though I knew he wasn't, the dull pupils seemed so striking to me.

He nodded politely at me, sat down in front of me, picked up my pen, and began a new record.

"Hum...."The old fan drooped on the gray and white ceiling of the cobwebs, making a muffled and dull mechanical sound, the hair scattered on the ground was blown to the corner, it was already dark, and the smell of meat next door wafted in with the sound of stir-frying, which made me nostalgic and nostalgic for the taste of home.

In the dim light, I stood firmly in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and found that I was a little serious in the mirror, and I couldn't help but take a few breaths to relax, otherwise such a look would definitely not be seen by the guests.

Looking at the wall clock on the wall, and having almost rested, I got up and walked to the small couch behind me, helped the small bench up, and began to clean up the leftovers on the low table.

The footsteps behind me only sounded for a moment, and I turned around and saw a pointy-chin man in a gray trench coat and blue jeans, eyebrows as thick as hair.

"Welcome, guest! Cut your hair? I put the dishes down, patted my arm, and smiled.

"Where's Old Man Gao?" The man glanced at the room and frowned.

"The master went out after dinner and said he had something." I still have a smile on my face.

"Master? Are you Old Man Gao's apprentice? The man raised his eyebrows, looked me up and down, and then spat and scolded, "Phew! This tall old man, the surrounding neighbors all know, I didn't come back for a haircut at this time in a month and a half, and said that there was something, what could happen at this time? I guess I didn't have enough to eat, and I went to the pink alley across the street to find my sister to breastfeed. ”

"Guest, don't be angry, when the master left, he specially ordered me to wait here, saying that there would be an important guest who would come to cut his hair, and the master should be you." I said politely, still smiling.

"Really? This is about the same, even if he is a tall old man, he still has a little conscience. The man's tone improved slightly, and he sat in front of the mirror in two steps, and Erlang's legs were cocked, "Then let's start, and next time I will settle accounts with your master." ”

I skillfully tied the long cloth in front of the man's body and prepared the scissors, "Guest, how to cut it?" ”

"This time it's shorter, let's make it small."

"Okay." I smiled and picked up the tweet, flipped the switch, and then the tweet made a sizzling sound, and the tweet swam neatly through the dense black forest, like harvesting straw.

"That's good." The man looked at himself in the mirror, the corners of his mouth raised upward, and praised.

"Hehe, practice makes perfect." I smiled.

"Oh? Did you cut your hair before? Where did you cut it? ”

"Prison." I was still smiling on my face, squinting at the man's reaction in the mirror, the man was stunned when he heard it, but soon he frowned and laughed, "Hahaha, I just said that you are so tasteful, and you just came out of it, so I want to be taken care of today?" ”

"What's the matter, guest, are you not satisfied?" I asked.

"Hahaha, I like it very much, this suits me well, it suits me perfectly!" The man smiled heartily, and after laughing enough, he put down his upturned left leg and replaced it with his right leg, leaning back on the chair, "How did you get in, what did you do?" ”