What kind of magic does that pink peachwood comb have? Why does everyone who owns it die in mysterious and tragic deaths, and even lose their beautiful hair?

When Ye Yue and Jiang Xinyou used invisibility to sneak into the nightclub, Lu Fei's body had not yet been taken away. Police forensics officers were collecting evidence at the scene, and they heard clearly what the witnesses said.

This is a supernatural event!

And it was an extremely cruel supernatural incident!

In just a few minutes, the pink peach comb killed two women, and just now Jiang Xinyou saw the pink peach comb on the roadside. If she had picked it up at that time, she might have been the next person to die.

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Thinking of this, Jiang Xinyou couldn't help but shudder, and immediately said to Yeyue: "Let's go find that old woman, maybe she knows something!"

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The night was silent, and there was no trace of moonlight in the dark sky.

January 15, 00:03.

The entire city A was shrouded in deathly silence.

The cold wind blew through the streets, and the pieces of paper and garbage that were too late to be cleaned were flying in the wind on the streets, drifting to no one knows where.

Deng Xiaozhao stumbled down the deserted street holding a beer bottle. The cold wind blew against her tear-filled cheeks. Her bright red lips trembled slightly. She sneered and murmured to herself: "What's so good about it?"

Is it just a job? It’s not like I can’t find a better one, so why do I keep working in that damn place? You actually fired me, fired me! If I had known this would be the result, I might as well have resigned!"

With a bang, Deng Xiaozhao kicked the trash can on the street.

The gray iron bucket rolled back and forth several times on the ground, making a gurgling sound, and finally stopped next to the telephone pole, and all the white garbage rolled out.

Not far away, an old woman pushing a cardboard box slowly approached her. Deng Xiaozhao glanced at her coldly, strode away, leaned against the street lamp pole, and continued to drink sip after sip.

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However, the old woman stopped and helped clean up the garbage that was blown away by the cold wind. She never said a word or even looked at Deng Xiaozhao.

Deng Xiaozhao couldn't help but put down the bottle of wine, squinted at the old woman, raised a corner of his mouth and asked: "Hey, old man, you are a rag picker yourself, why are you still cleaning up those dirty things? It's of no use to you anyway, so do good deeds."

, you don’t have to do this, right?”

The old woman gradually stopped what she was doing, her dark eyes poked out from her wrinkled eye sockets, and she smiled slowly at Deng Xiaozhao: "Doing good deeds has its benefits. Doing bad deeds will result in retribution."

"Tch! Will there be retribution if I kick over the trash can? Stop joking!"

Deng Xiaozhao said and rolled his eyes.

The old woman beside her fell silent again.

The cold wind continued. After a long time, Deng Xiaozhao shivered violently. When he looked back, he saw that the trash can had been returned to its original place, and the old woman had left pushing the cardboard box.

When facing the dirty old man just now, Deng Xiaozhao didn't think there was anything strange about him. But now when he looked at the old woman's back, Deng Xiaozhao realized that the dark hat on the old man's head was close to her head.

, a bald scalp was exposed under the brim of the hat. This old man had no hair!

She shook her head slightly, feeling that she was being a little nosy. She raised her right hand, threw the bottle into the trash can, and continued to stumble forward.

At this moment, she suddenly saw a bright red thing rolling out of the old woman's cardboard box in front of her. Curiously, she walked over and took a look. It turned out to be a pink peach wood comb. It looked very brand new and did not look like a comb.

Old man's stuff...

"Hey, rag picker, you dropped something!"

Deng Xiaozhao roared loudly under the influence of alcohol, and his voice penetrated the silent night.

The old man in front of him slowly stopped, turned around and smiled faintly at her, which made Deng Xiaozhao feel numb all over.

After a while, the old lady came back. (Update 1.) What kind of magic power does that pink peachwood comb have? Why does everyone who owns it die mysteriously and tragically, and even lose their beautiful hair?

When Ye Yue and Jiang Xinyou used invisibility to sneak into the nightclub, Lu Fei's body had not yet been taken away. Police forensics officers were collecting evidence at the scene, and they heard clearly what the witnesses said.

This is a supernatural event!

And it was an extremely cruel supernatural incident!

In just a few minutes, the pink peach comb killed two women, and just now Jiang Xinyou saw the pink peach comb on the roadside. If she had picked it up at that time, she might have been the next person to die.

!

Thinking of this, Jiang Xinyou couldn't help but shudder, and immediately said to Yeyue: "Let's go find that old woman, maybe she knows something!"

※※※

The night was silent, and there was no trace of moonlight in the dark sky.

January 15, 00:03.

The entire city A was shrouded in deathly silence.

The cold wind blew through the streets, and the pieces of paper and garbage that were too late to be cleaned were flying in the wind on the streets, drifting to no one knows where.

Deng Xiaozhao stumbled down the deserted street holding a beer bottle. The cold wind blew against her tear-filled cheeks. Her bright red lips trembled slightly. She sneered and murmured to herself: "What's so good about it?"

Is it just a job? It’s not like I can’t find a better one, so why do I keep working in that damn place? You actually fired me, fired me! If I had known this would be the result, I might as well have resigned!"

With a bang, Deng Xiaozhao kicked the trash can on the street.

The gray iron bucket rolled back and forth several times on the ground, making a gurgling sound, and finally stopped next to the telephone pole, and all the white garbage rolled out.

Not far away, an old woman pushing a cardboard box slowly approached her. Deng Xiaozhao glanced at her coldly, strode away, leaned against the street lamp pole, and continued to drink sip after sip.

.

However, the old woman stopped and helped clean up the garbage that was blown away by the cold wind. She never said a word or even looked at Deng Xiaozhao.

Deng Xiaozhao couldn't help but put down the bottle of wine, squinted at the old woman, raised a corner of his mouth and asked: "Hey, old man, you are a rag picker yourself, why are you still cleaning up those dirty things? It's of no use to you anyway, so do good deeds."

, you don’t have to do this, right?”

The old woman gradually stopped what she was doing, her dark eyes poked out from her wrinkled eye sockets, and she smiled slowly at Deng Xiaozhao: "Doing good deeds has its benefits. Doing bad deeds will result in retribution."

"Tch! Will there be retribution if I kick over the trash can? Stop joking!"

Deng Xiaozhao said and rolled his eyes.

The old woman beside her fell silent again.

The cold wind continued. After a long time, Deng Xiaozhao shivered violently. When he looked back, he saw that the trash can had been returned to its original place, and the old woman had left pushing the cardboard box.

When facing the dirty old man just now, Deng Xiaozhao didn't think there was anything strange about him. But now when he looked at the old woman's back, Deng Xiaozhao realized that the dark hat on the old man's head was close to her head.

, a bald scalp was exposed under the brim of the hat. This old man had no hair!

She shook her head slightly, feeling that she was being a little nosy. She raised her right hand, threw the bottle into the trash can, and continued to stumble forward.

At this moment, she suddenly saw a bright red thing rolling out of the old woman's cardboard box in front of her. Curiously, she walked over and took a look. It turned out to be a pink peach wood comb. It looked very brand new and did not look like a comb.

Old man's stuff...

"Hey, rag picker, you dropped something!"

Deng Xiaozhao roared loudly under the influence of alcohol, and his voice penetrated the silent night.

The old man in front of him slowly stopped, turned around and smiled faintly at her, which made Deng Xiaozhao feel numb all over.
Chapter completed!