As he said that, Lu Fei's soul trembled violently, as if he thought of something extremely terrible. Xia Qianshuang quickly opened "The Evil Spirit", recovered Lu Fei's ghost, and said to Jiang Xinyou: "If we can touch

If you go to the female ghost who killed Lu Fei, you can have them face to face."

Just when the two of them turned around, they didn't expect that there was a female ghost in a white bathrobe standing behind them.

Jiang Xinyou looked at her in surprise. She saw that the female ghost was covered in blood and had no hair like Lu Fei. She couldn't help but curiously asked: "Were you also killed by that comb?"

The female ghost nodded, pointed in the direction of Tianhua Street, and faintly uttered a few words: "Fucheng Apartment."

Jiang Xinyou and Xia Qianshuang simply couldn't imagine that the female ghost standing in front of them turned out to be Zhu Leilei, the first victim after nightfall, followed by Lu Fei, Deng Xiaozhao... If things continue at this rate, the next ones will appear.

Who is the deceased?!

At the same time, Yeyue, who sneaked into the police station invisibly, also made new discoveries.

"Boss, look, we found it! A similar case happened thirty years ago! It's in our city A!"

"What caused it?"

"I don't know, it seems to be related to the same comb!"

The police were so busy that they had absolutely nothing to do with a magical murder comb.

According to the data from thirty years ago, the comb seems to have grown legs. It appears whenever and wherever it wants. There is no trace at all. How can they track it down?!

I can only watch helplessly as bizarre tragedies happen one after another!

However, Yeyue quietly flipped through the information and discovered an important piece of information.

Thirty years ago, a woman picked up the comb, but she did not die. She shaved all her hair and avoided disaster.

Looking at the black and white photos in the file, Ye Yue couldn't help but think of the old woman who picked up the cardboard box. It seemed that this old woman should know the origin of the ghost comb...

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02:27.

A dirty old woman wearing a gray and tattered coat walked into the alley step by step while pushing a piece of cardboard.

In Tianhua Street, there are many alleys without street lights and no one cares about them, as well as many abandoned but uninhabited houses.

There are many homeless homeless people living here, and even the whole alley is filled with a disgusting sour smell.

But the old woman has become accustomed to it. She has been living here for the past thirty years, accustomed to the dark night, accustomed to being alone, and even accustomed to the female ghost who has been following her...

After getting into a dilapidated small bungalow with no windows, the old woman piled cardboard in the corner and said without looking back: "Why are you back again? Isn't that the little girl who helped you find her?"

The female ghost in a blue cheongsam slowly emerged from the darkness, holding her long hair in one hand and slowly combing it with a mahogany comb in the other, and said sinisterly: "The girl you drove away before saved her!

Do you know about The Exorcist?!”

The old woman's wrinkled mouth pursed into a slit, and she shook her head with a smile: "Exorcist... I really don't know..."

"Don't play dumb with me! You just wanted to attract the attention of the exorcists, so you said what you said to them!" At this point, the female ghost seemed to have thought of something, and stretched out her bright red tongue to lick it.

With dry lips, he said with a sinister smile, "But the taste of that exorcist is so sweet, I really want to taste it..."

"If you're not afraid of death, you can give it a try." The old woman said, then sat down on the cold cement floor, put her hands on her chest, slowly closed her eyes, and didn't even look at the female ghost's face at this time.

With what kind of expression he showed, he let out a long and confused sigh, "I'm going to die anyway, so it's time for you to find a new one to depend on..."

"Yes... you should have died long ago..." The female ghost smiled sinisterly, and the expression on her face became sharp, "If you hadn't asked the old monk to shave off all your hair at the last moment...

..." (Update 7.) As he said this, Lu Fei's soul began to stir.

She trembled violently, as if she thought of something extremely scary. Xia Qianshuang quickly opened "The Evil Spirit", recovered Lu Fei's ghost, and said to Jiang Xinyou: "If we can meet the female ghost who killed Lu Fei,

, so that they can be confronted face to face.”

Just when the two of them turned around, they didn't expect that there was a female ghost in a white bathrobe standing behind them.

Jiang Xinyou looked at her in surprise. She saw that the female ghost was covered in blood and had no hair like Lu Fei. She couldn't help but curiously asked: "Were you also killed by that comb?"

The female ghost nodded, pointed in the direction of Tianhua Street, and faintly uttered a few words: "Fucheng Apartment."

Jiang Xinyou and Xia Qianshuang simply couldn't imagine that the female ghost standing in front of them turned out to be Zhu Leilei, the first victim after nightfall, followed by Lu Fei, Deng Xiaozhao... If things continue at this rate, the next ones will appear.

Who is the deceased?!

At the same time, Yeyue, who sneaked into the police station invisibly, also made new discoveries.

"Boss, look, we found it! A similar case happened thirty years ago! It's in our city A!"

"What caused it?"

"I don't know, it seems to be related to the same comb!"

The police were so busy that they had absolutely nothing to do with a magical murder comb.

According to the data from thirty years ago, the comb seems to have grown legs. It appears whenever and wherever it wants. There is no trace at all. How can they track it down?!

I can only watch helplessly as bizarre tragedies happen one after another!

However, Yeyue quietly flipped through the information and discovered an important piece of information.

Thirty years ago, a woman picked up the comb, but she did not die. She shaved all her hair and avoided disaster.

Looking at the black and white photos in the file, Ye Yue couldn't help but think of the old woman who picked up the cardboard box. It seemed that this old woman should know the origin of the ghost comb...

※※※

02:27.

A dirty old woman wearing a gray and tattered coat walked into the alley step by step while pushing a piece of cardboard.

In Tianhua Street, there are many alleys without street lights and no one cares about them, as well as many abandoned but uninhabited houses.

There are many homeless homeless people living here, and even the whole alley is filled with a disgusting sour smell.

But the old woman has become accustomed to it. She has been living here for the past thirty years, accustomed to the dark night, accustomed to being alone, and even accustomed to the female ghost who has been following her...

After getting into a dilapidated small bungalow with no windows, the old woman piled cardboard in the corner and said without looking back: "Why are you back again? Isn't that the little girl who helped you find her?"

The female ghost in a blue cheongsam slowly emerged from the darkness, holding her long hair in one hand and slowly combing it with a mahogany comb in the other, and said sinisterly: "The girl you drove away before saved her!

Do you know about The Exorcist?!”

The old woman's wrinkled mouth pursed into a slit, and she shook her head with a smile: "Exorcist... I really don't know..."

"Don't play dumb with me! You just wanted to attract the attention of the exorcists, so you said what you said to them!" At this point, the female ghost seemed to have thought of something, and stretched out her bright red tongue to lick it.

With dry lips, he said with a sinister smile, "But the taste of that exorcist is so sweet, I really want to taste it..."

"If you're not afraid of death, you can give it a try." The old woman said, then sat down on the cold cement floor, put her hands on her chest, slowly closed her eyes, and didn't even look at the female ghost's face at this time.

With what kind of expression he showed, he let out a long and confused sigh, "I'm going to die anyway, so it's time for you to find a new one to depend on..."

"Yes... you should have died long ago..." The female ghost smiled sinisterly, and the expression on her face became sharp, "If you hadn't asked the old monk to shave off all your hair at the last moment...
Chapter completed!