"Lure? How do we lure it?"
"How about getting someone to comb their hair in front of a mirror in the room?"
"What?"
Captain Feng's expression changed sharply. Wasn't this basically sending someone to their death?
But Pang Ling's voice was cold and sharp, "So what? One person dying is still better than many people dying. Besides, I'm here watching. And aren't there plenty of death row prisoners? Hurry up and get one."
"Before that, clear out the entire welfare home. Fast."
At 2 a.m. deep in the night, an armored escort vehicle arrived quickly, and several fully armed soldiers escorted a hooded figure out.
They randomly picked a room on the first floor and made him sit in front of a mirror, then removed his handcuffs and hood.
"Li Cheng, if you complete this task, your sentence will be reduced from death to ten years. Don't screw it up."
Captain Feng said seriously.
"Don't worry, officer. I'll definitely do it."
The bald man grinned. Such an easy task for a sentence reduction was simply a bargain.
Originally he thought he was going to die, but unexpectedly got a second chance at life.
Soon someone brought a wooden comb and a dressing mirror, placing them on the table.
The whole room suddenly fell silent, with only two armed guards standing watch at the door to prevent Li Cheng from escaping.
Pang Ling entered then and looked at Li Cheng.
"Start."
"Ah! Okay!"
Li Cheng was briefly stunned by Pang Ling's figure and beauty but quickly picked up the wooden comb.
At that moment, the entire room fell into a strange silence. Pang Ling and even the two guards outside fixed their eyes on him, waiting to see what would happen next.
Li Cheng grabbed the wooden comb, placed it at the back of his head, and slowly combed downward under everyone's watchful gaze.
Pang Ling lit her cigar, eyes fixed on Li Cheng's slowly moving hand.
Gradually, Li Cheng also felt something was wrong. This task wasn't really that simple.
But since he had promised, he wouldn't back out now.
He moved the comb down bit by bit, finally finishing one combing pass.
Then he hurriedly turned to Pang Ling nervously, asking,
"Of... officer, did I finish?"
"Of course."
Pang Ling didn't answer but stared at the wooden comb in his hand for a long while. Unexpectedly, it did not summon the Malevolent Ghost.
"Could it be I was wrong?"
Pang Ling thought silently but said aloud,
"Alright, your task is over. Take him away."
"Thank you, officer, I really..."
Li Cheng was elated but suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
All sounds abruptly vanished.
"Not letting you leave, huh? Don't just stand there..."
Pang Ling said impatiently, glancing at him.
Suddenly her pupils shrank, and her expression stiffened.
Because on the table in front of Li Cheng, a blood-red wooden comb had appeared out of nowhere.
Clack!
The wooden comb in Li Cheng's hand dropped to the floor, but he mechanically, like a puppet, picked up the blood-red comb.
Facing the mirror, he began to comb his hair.
The bright red comb easily pierced the scalp, instantly tearing open a large patch of flesh.
Blood flowed profusely, but Li Cheng seemed unaware, his hand continuing to comb downward without pause.
An eerie scene unfolded—Pang Ling felt her body suddenly out of control; her arm also lifted by itself, moving toward her head.
"Oh no, anyone who sees it will die too."
She thought desperately and finally understood how the other children in the home died.
Anyone who saw the Ghost Combing must also comb their hair to death.
The two guards at the door had already dropped their weapons and were mechanically raising their arms.
Soon they too would tear their scalp apart like Li Cheng.
Ripping sounds!
Li Cheng's first combing ended—his scalp was completely torn off, exposing bloody raw flesh.
Even stranger, a woman's smiling face appeared on the bloody flesh, eerily beckoning:
"What are you waiting for? Keep combing!"
Puff puff!
Thick Ghost Smoke roiled around, forming a barrier forcefully resisting the Malevolent Ghost's control.
Pang Ling was cursing her own carelessness.
She originally thought the death toll wouldn't be high, and the Malevolent Ghost here wasn't too terrifying.
But unexpectedly, it had this bizarre deadly rule—
If you see it, you die.
Now she was caught in the rule herself. Even with the Ghost Smoke shielding her, she was barely holding on.
Crack crack!
Her arm slowly lifted with mechanical creaks.
She helplessly watched as her hand raised above her head, about to strike her scalp.
At that moment—
Clear footsteps suddenly sounded from the corridor.
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