"I'm back!"

Matsushima Zemei entered the room and acted very calmly when no one responded. Before entering, she said "I'm back". It was just a habit. She would do this regardless of whether there was anyone at home or not.

After closing the door, Matsushima Zemei looked at this familiar home and breathed a long sigh of relief. She took off her shoes, hung up her down jacket, went to the bathroom, and washed her face.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Matsushima Zemi was a little disbelieving. She looked pale in the mirror, her lips were purple, and her eyes were dark, looking like she hadn't slept for a long time.

"Is this still me?"

Matsushima Zemei reached out to touch the mirror and murmured to herself, her tone full of confusion.

But the fact was right in front of her, and she couldn't tolerate it. In the bathroom, Matsushima Zemi was stunned for a while, and finally accepted this somewhat cruel reality.

"It seems that I need to catch up on my sleep these days. I just didn't sleep well for a day or two, and that's why I became like this. Staying up late is indeed bad for my health," Matsushima Zemi said.

Dragging her tired body, she tidied up the house and took out all the things that should be put away from the suitcase. After doing this, Matsushima Zemi took her clothes and went to take a shower. She wanted to go to bed early today and try to

Restore your beauty as soon as possible.

It was completely dark now, and the quiet apartment was very normal. In Matsushima Zemi's room, a red comb was quietly placed in front of the dressing table.

creak

The door of the bathroom opened, and Matsushima Zemei, wrapped in a bath towel, walked out of the bathroom, wiped her hair with a dry towel, and walked into the room.

When she came to the room, Matsushima Zemei sat directly in front of the dressing table and began to blow dry her hair. When her hair was dry, she reached for the comb and planned to comb her hair.

Putting his hand on the comb, Matsushima Zemi paused slightly, staring at the red comb next to him. After thinking about it, he picked up the comb and started to comb it.

Matsushima Sawami in the mirror was still a little haggard, but after taking a shower, her face became slightly rosier and she didn't look so dazzling. She gently combed her hair with the comb in her hand.

Matsushima Zemei's face was full of satisfaction. She liked this comb very much and it suited her very well.

The light in the room was very bright, and it was pitch black outside the window. For some reason today, it was very quiet outside, with only a few scattered lights looming in the darkness, but they quickly disappeared.

Matsushima Zemei didn't care about the situation outside. This situation was normal. The residents of country D basically went to bed early, so it was strange.

In front of the dressing table, Matsushima Sawami was combing her hair with a comb over and over obsessively. She didn't realize that Matsushima Sawami in the mirror had already stopped combing her hair.

He was staring at her in the mirror with a numb face. The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that it was eerie.

The darkness outside the window was surging. I don't know when, but there was a fluttering red shadow in the darkness, slowly drifting towards the apartment.

In front of the dressing table, Matsushima Zemei was confused at the moment. She was combing her hair uncontrollably. She didn't care at all even if her hair was combed out one by one with the red comb.

The lights in the room began to flicker, sting, sting, sparks appeared, the lights disappeared, and the room fell into darkness.

At this moment, a scream rang out in the room. Matsushima Zemei looked at the large ball of hair on the dressing table with a horrified look and touched her head.

Matsushima Zemei's face was full of panic:

"How could this happen, my hair, how could it be like this! Why is this happening!"

"No, how could this happen? How could my hair fall out? How could it happen? It shouldn't be!"

Matsushima Zemei said with a dull expression, not paying attention to the changes around her at all, let alone noticing a bride who had been standing behind her since unknown time.

The exquisite wedding dress fluttered slightly, and under the red hijab was a beautiful face.

In front of the dressing table, Matsushima Zemei's eyes were full of puzzlement and confusion. She looked up at herself in the mirror, and her eyes instantly shrank to the size of a pinhead, with a look of disbelief and horror on her face:

"This, how is this possible? Isn't that a dream?"

There was no figure of Matsushima Zemei in the mirror, only a bride wearing a wedding dress and a red hijab, the wedding dress swaying slightly in the darkness.

Matsushima Zemei stumbled back a few steps, her eyes almost overflowing with fear, and tears burst out of her eyes instantly.

But the moment she stepped back, she regretted it. A coldness arose from behind, her body suddenly stiffened, and the look in her eyes quickly disappeared. Her lips moved, but in the end no words came out.

thump

Matsushima Zemei fell to the ground, and then turned into a pool of ashes. A dark wind blew by, blowing up the ashes...

The air seemed to be forbidden. I don't know how long it took, but the strange bride, who had been motionless, walked to the dressing table and sat down where Matsushima Zemei was sitting.

He stretched out his white hand, gently took off the red hijab, picked up the red comb on the table, and began to comb his hair. A strange and terrifying scene was staged in the apartment.

Every time the Cunning Bride combed her hair, someone in the entire apartment would hit the ground with a plop, and then, there would be no more. The body would instantly turn into a pile of ashes, and a gust of wind would appear from nowhere.
Chapter completed!