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When I got home, my itching really eased a lot. I just waited for my hair to grow and ask for advice.

But my hair doesn't grow so fast. I often go to a Taiwanese store to take care of my hair, so that nothing unexpected happens.

In his contact with the store manager, he was also known that he was widowed and had a daughter, currently taken by his grandparents in Taiwan. I know that he loves his wife very much and knows that he loves his daughter very much.

The days passed day by day, and soon the year passed, and my hair returned to length. That's what the store manager told me.

"Your hair has also grown. Do you still want to cut it?" The store manager said behind me.

"Well, I always feel terrible when I keep it. I'm afraid that kind of thing will happen again." Thinking of a year ago, my whole body trembled.

"Well, tomorrow night, you come to the store. I'll close the door early. I've already calculated that tomorrow will be a good day." He continued.

"I know." After a year of understanding, I felt that he was a good friend, and I agreed without any doubt.

The next day, I arrived at the store on time according to his proposed time. He closed the door much earlier than usual and drove all the staff back.

Because there are no guests, there are not many lights on. You can see it from the outside. Unless you are lying on the window, you can't see inside clearly. I went close to the window and looked in. The store manager waved to me, so he opened the door and walked in.

"It will be cleared tonight." I smiled and sat in the seat he appointed for me. "I can't afford the money for the venue."

"Do you still need to pay?" After saying that, he brought me a glass of water.

I just took a sip when my mouth was not very thirsty.

The store manager began to wash my hair. Maybe he didn't sleep well, or maybe he washed his hair very comfortably. I fell asleep.

I was woken up coldly, my whole body was wet, my eyes were not blindfolded, and I was tied to **. The bed was very narrow, just like the edge of my body.

It seems that I still believe in people too much.

"Wake up?" He whispered that there was no usual kindness in his voice, but there was a trace of coldness.

"What are you kidding? Untie me and stop playing." I deliberately said it easily and pretended to be stupid.

"Ha ha, didn't you find my daughter? Do you blame you for being too careless?" He said crazily.

Yes, I have found several times in this year that a pair of eyes have been secretly observing me. At first, I thought it was an illusion, but once I felt that someone was looking at me through the crack in the door in the toilet. I suddenly pushed the door open and saw a girl with a bare head, like a little radish head. She seemed to be frightened and hurriedly asked me to keep quiet. I nodded before she ran away.

I guess the girl is the store manager's child, but I don't know why the store manager lied to me.

I just didn't expect all this, and the store manager saw it.

"Let me go. You and I have no grievances. I tried to communicate with him.

"Because there is no injustice and no hatred, I can let you go? I've been waiting for you for a year."

"This makes me confused. We don't know each other."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, I need you. To be precise, my wife needs your body."

"Then let me know the reason before you die. You don't care about it for a year." I procrastinate.

"Yeah, it's still early before 12 o'clock. Let's talk." He paused for a moment and said, "My wife also had beautiful waist-length hair. I said I couldn't cut it. She insisted on cutting it. As a result, something was growing on her head after cutting it. She kept scratching it. She knew that it was broken, and her hair was pulled out and still didn't get better. There was nothing she could do to go to the hospital. Later, she couldn't stand it and committed suicide. You know I told you that I love her very much, and I can't live without her. So I took her with me all the time after her death. Didn't you find it? My hair is fake. It's made of her pulled hair. It's beautiful, isn't it?

This man is crazy. What should I do?

"When I saw you a year ago, I thought your hair was as beautiful as my wife's. I want to cut it out and make it into a wig."

"You cut your hair and let me go." If you just want my hair, just give it to him.

"How can that work? In fact, you have to take off your scalp to make a wig, so that it's the same as real hair." The more he talked, the crazier he became. I was really scared.

"Then aren't you afraid of my hair revenge?" I tried to threaten him.

"I'm afraid, hehe, you think there's really something wrong with your hair, but I added something to the water you drank the other day."

"How can you do this? Don't you still have a daughter? Wake up."

"Daughter, my daughter died a year after my wife's death. I don't have anything now. I want your scalp and hair.

After listening to his cold sweat, who was the little girl I saw in the toilet that day? Looking back, the little girl's face was a little pale.

Before I thought about it, he came to my head. I could feel that he gently scratched my head with a scalpel. There was a tingling pain, and soon I felt the warm ** flowing to my face. Then I fainted in disil.