Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Aunt Yang patted her shoulder and comforted her, "It's okay, Lanlan is not that timid, just leave it to me."

The next morning, the whole family drove to the suburbs.

After climbing up the mountain based on the location, Mother Yang looked at the desolate surroundings and wiped her sweat, feeling exhausted. "Where on earth is this place? There's no sign or anything."

"The location the master gave is right here. He said it's the mound under the persimmon tree. Let's look for it."

Not long after, Aunt Yang found it. She called her niece and was about to put something out when she felt something move in her pocket. A thousand paper cranes flew out and circled around.

It flapped its wings and flew to the other side. Seeing this, Aunt Yang quickly came to her senses, looked back at the persimmon tree and realized that it had found the wrong grave.

"Sister, brother-in-law, follow the thousand paper cranes."

The four of them walked for another ten minutes and saw a thousand paper cranes perched on a persimmon tree. It seemed that this was the place.

Aunt Yang urged, "Come here, Lanlan. Do as I told you before. You must sincerely kowtow and burn incense and paper money. Explain the whole story clearly and ask for forgiveness."

"And your hair... it can't be saved. After you shave it off, I'll buy you a wig to wear temporarily until it grows back."

"Okay, I understand, auntie. I won't get random hair extensions anymore."

Yang Chunlan knelt on the ground, burned paper money and kowtowed, recounted the incident and apologized sincerely, and after shaving her hair, she put it into the fire and burned it.

Alas, there is also her own hair in here, but there is no way to separate it. It is all wet after being connected, and there is no way to separate it.

After doing all this, I lit the incense. As soon as I put it into the incense burner, a gust of wind blew, and it was a bit chilly, and the incense went out instantly.

When Aunt Yang saw this scene, her heart skipped a beat.

Yang Chunlan thought it was a coincidence, maybe there was a sudden gust of wind on the mountain, so she lit the incense again, but it went out again. This happened three times in a row.

She understood something in her heart, the color drained from her face, and her voice trembled a little: "Xiao, auntie, what if it doesn't want to forgive me? Will I die?"

"...No, Auntie won't let this happen."

"Girl, please forgive me when you can. How did your hair get taken away? You can seek revenge on the person who cut your hair. Why are you pestering a little girl?"

The wind in the forest was getting stronger and stronger, and the chill that penetrated into my heart was obviously not the normal wind in the mountains.

Thousands of paper cranes flew down from the persimmon tree and circled around the grave. It seemed that a little light was sprinkled down. The four people vaguely heard shrill screams, which made their backs cold.

A thousand paper cranes flew up and slowly landed on the little girl's shoulder. A familiar voice came: "Okay, let's burn some more incense."

This time the incense burning went smoothly. After the incense was burned out, Yang Chunlan stood up, bowed deeply, turned around and walked to her aunt with a smile on her face.

"Smile, it forgives me."

"...Well, we can go home then."

The thousands of paper cranes followed them all the way back home, scattered into tiny stars and disappeared. The four of them watched this scene in silence, their eyes full of shock.

Yang Chunlan swallowed her saliva, a little scared: "Auntie, that female ghost is so fierce. If it weren't for the master, I would have died. Let's report that barber shop quickly."

"Well, I'll take care of it. Isn't that what my aunt does?"

Aunt Yang found the person in charge of criminal investigation in the group and sent him a message. She felt relieved only after receiving an accurate reply.

*

Inside the barber shop

The two girls walked in, and the tattooed man came over and asked enthusiastically, "Would you like to have your hair done, ladies?"

"Yes, we want to dye and perm our hair."

"I see you two don't have too much hair. How about getting some hair extensions? We use real human hair here, so there's absolutely no chemicals that would harm your body."

The tattooed man smiled and said, "Besides, a perm looks better when you have more hair. Otherwise, if you have too little, your scalp will easily show. What do you think?"

The two girls looked at each other hesitantly: "The hair here is all regular, don't let it be messy, has it been disinfected, and there are no lice or anything like that."

"Haha, just kidding. That would never happen. I collected them from teenage girls. Rural girls have very good hair..."

"Well, okay then. If you do a good job with our hair extensions, we'll introduce other people to us in the future."

The tattooed man nodded. When he took out the hair, a man in a police uniform walked in and looked at him seriously. "You must be Wensheng. We received a report."

"The hair you grafted here was cut from a dead head. Bring everything out so we can examine it."

Hearing this, the two little girls turned pale with fright.

Death, hair cut from a dead person's head, this is too scary. I held hands and found an excuse to slip away...

A flash of panic flashed across the tattooed man's eyes when he heard this, but he quickly returned to normal. He used his body to block the wig that was taken out, and said seriously, "Comrade police, there must be a misunderstanding here."

"My peers must have seen my business doing well, so they reported me maliciously. My store has been open for several years. If there were any problems, they would have been reported long ago."

"You must be kidding! How dare I use a dead person's hair?"

The police remained unmoved. Since the forensic doctor had spoken, there must be something wrong with this person. We would know after taking the things back for testing.

"Move aside, let's check and see if everything is clear."