Wu Sansheng stared at the screen without saying a word, as if he wanted to poke a hole in it.
The picture shook violently. After adjusting the angle of the camera, the face looked close to the screen of the video recorder. Then he backed away from the mirror, sat down on the desk, opened it, and actually took out a mirror with a base. p>
Huo Ling put the mirror on the table, then untied her high ponytail and began to comb her hair.
Several grown men just stared at her, watching her comb her hair for more than twenty minutes before they were satisfied and tied her hair up.
Then I stood up and looked out the window. I didn’t know what I saw. Suddenly I stepped on the floor and ran to a place where the camera could not reach it.
Several people looked at each other, their expressions were a little confused, and they didn't know how to react.
After a while, Huo Ling ran back, changed her clothes, adjusted the camera, sat in front of the desk, set up the mirror, and continued to repeat the previous action of combing her hair.
The clerk had been squatting on the TV. The strange scene in the video was a huge shock to him. He couldn't bear it for a while, but he still couldn't bear it and shouted: "This woman must be crazy!"
No one answered him, so Zhang Zhuxun turned his head and glanced at Wu San, who was probably feeling agitated in his heart.
Huo Ling kept her back to the camera, her face in the mirror was blurry, and it was impossible to tell what kind of expression she had on her face.
After that, they kept replaying and recording videos. Huo Ling even held the comb in the same posture and combed her hair. She was like a puppet controlled by others.
Wu Xiaoxie couldn't help but vomit, "Is her head made of iron? She has combed it thousands of times, and not even a single hair would be shaved into a walnut if I combed it like this."
Zhang Zhuoxun glanced at the progress and saw that the video was almost over.
Huo Ling changed her clothes again and ran back to adjust the camera.
The screen suddenly changed. It turned out that Uncle San had pressed down for a while. Huo Ling's face on the screen was fixed. Except for her eyes being a little confused, she seemed to be no different from a normal person.
Several people sprouted a mouth and straightened up in unison. No matter how beautiful she was, no one was in the mood to appreciate her in this weird situation.
Wu Sansheng fell weakly on the sofa, his face pale and his lips trembling.
Wu Xiaoxie was a little confused as to what could have excited him so much that he, an old man who walked around the rice dumplings as a daily routine, was so frightened.
Wu Sansheng murmured something softly, and Wu Xiaoxie leaned over to listen carefully.
"She hasn't changed, why not? Damn it, are all the missing people like this? What happened to them after that?"
Wu Xiaoxie had a thought in his mind. He looked at Zhang Zhu and moved. He was worried about something, but swallowed his words.
Zhang Zhuoxun understood what he had not finished saying.
When they went to the bottom of the sea, at the statue of the stone monkey in Dinghai, I recovered some memories.
Twenty years ago, he followed Chen Wenjin's archaeological team to find the Shengmen of Qimen Dunjia and entered the narrow passage. As a result, they were stolen by people who looked like Wu Sansheng, and they all fell into a coma.
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