Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 210 Red Comb
Country D, in a large airport, a sweet-looking woman in a light down jacket walked out of the airport passageway. The woman's hair was shawl and her demeanor was a bit lazy.

The woman walked out of the airport with her suitcase, and stopped a taxi by the side of the road:

"Please go to Bantian Road, thank you."

Putting the suitcase into the trunk, the woman got into the car and said to the driver.

"Okay, please fasten your seat belt, thank you."

The driver was a middle-aged man in his thirties with thinning hair and slightly bald.

The woman fastened her seat belt, her expression was a little tired, but her eyes were a little excited. From a small bag she carried with her, she took out an antique, red wooden comb.

The woman's face was full of love, and she stretched out her hands to play with it, and combed her hair twice with a red comb from time to time.

The driver looked at the woman's strange behavior through the rearview mirror. Although he felt that the woman's behavior was a little weird, but out of professional ethics, he didn't want to ask.

But one thing to say, that comb is really pretty, it looks like it should be made of an unknown kind of mahogany, the comb is engraved with a picture of mandarin ducks coming out of the water, lotus and peach blossoms together.

Although it looks a bit weird, it doesn't feel inconsistent at all when it's paired together, giving people a feeling of joy, but I don't know where this woman got such good things.

The woman sitting in the back seat, with blurred eyes, held a comb and touched her cheek slightly, feeling the lines on the comb.

This comb was when she went to Tai O City to play, and when she passed an old street, she saw a grocery store.

Out of curiosity, she walked in. The decoration inside was rather retro and antique. When she entered the grocery store, she immediately fell in love with this mahogany comb on the shelf.

She fell in love with it at just one glance, as if this comb had some magical power, and within a minute of entering the grocery store, she was sure that she would buy this comb, as if she was destined to meet it today Same.

So she bought it, and when she took the comb to ask the boss the price, the boss told her an unbelievable price without raising her head.

This comb is only 20 yuan, and the boss also said that there is no bargaining, which made her a little uncertain, so she confirmed the price with the boss again, and the result was the same, 20 yuan, no bargaining.

When she heard the price, she couldn't be too happy, and immediately took out 20 RMB, as if she was afraid that the boss would regret it.

In this way, she bought this comb at a low price of 20 yuan. She felt that this was the comb that was destined to meet her and belonged to her.

The checkout went smoothly, and the boss didn't mean to regret it, but the grocery store owner looked at her a little strangely. From the grocery store owner's eyes, she seemed to see a trace of sympathy.

But these are not important, what is important is that she got this comb that belongs to her.

"The owner of this grocery store really doesn't know the goods. Judging from the appearance and age of this comb, there is no one that can't be bought for 10,000+. In the end, it only sells for 20 yuan. Let me pick it up."

The woman played with the comb, her face was full of disdain, and her heart was extremely proud. She mocked the grocer's ignorance and let her pick up a big leak.

The taxi driver looked at the woman in the back row, smiling and fascinated for a while. He wondered if the woman had some kind of disease, wasn't it just a comb, as for that?
Noticing the uncle driver's gaze, the woman immediately became vigilant, carefully put the comb into the bag, put it close to her body, and hugged her tightly, as if if you dare to pay attention to the comb, she will fight you desperately.

The driver was speechless when he saw the woman like this, he was not peeking at the woman, but driving seriously, since he didn't want people to see it, then he didn't look at it, isn't it just a comb, what's the big deal .

He's not the kind of person who looks at sex...for money.

Seeing that the driver was not paying attention to her, the woman breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back in the chair, turned her head and looked out the window, her eyes were full of excitement and joy.

She wants to cherish this comb carefully. For such a good thing, nothing can hurt it in the slightest.

For a while, the atmosphere in the car was very quiet, the driver was driving seriously, while the woman was leaning against the window, her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and the upper and lower eyelids began to fight, as if there was some irresistible factor. After a while, the woman closed her eyelids and fell into a deep sleep.

The woman's consciousness slowly fell into the darkness, and she didn't know how long it was. The woman felt a chill, her eyelids blinked, and she slowly opened her eyes.

When the woman opened her eyes and looked around clearly, her face was filled with confusion and confusion:
"Where is this? Where am I? Am I not in a taxi?"

At this moment, the woman was standing in an open space, surrounded by darkness, no one was around, and the silence was terrifying.

Behind him is a peach forest shrouded in darkness. The peach trees in the peach forest are twisted and twisted, which looks very strange.

In front of the woman is an old house, built of big blue and red bricks, with carved beams and painted buildings, and a vermilion gate, which seems extremely inconsistent.

The old house is brightly lit, and bright red lanterns are hung high on the beams. The red light sneaks out from the walls of the old house. From here, you can still hear the sound of pushing cups and changing glasses, and talking loudly, which is very lively.

The woman looked at this scene she had never seen before, her face was dull, her eyes filled with confusion and panic:
"What is this place, how did I come here? Am I not in the car home?"

The woman asked three times in her heart, the situation at the moment was very strange, so strange that the woman was almost fainted from fright.

Unfamiliar places, dark peach groves, brightly lit old houses, there are problems at first glance, and it is a big problem.

The woman wanted to scream, turned around and ran away, she was sure that this was not a dream, the surroundings were too real, the cold and biting wind did not know where it came from, it made her hair stand on end...

"squeak"

And at this time, the gate of the old house was pushed open by a pair of white hands like jade, and a bride wearing an exquisite wedding dress, a red hijab, and embroidered shoes walked out of the old house.

He walked straight towards the woman. The woman looked at the bride with horror in her eyes, and the hairs on her skin stood on end. A strong fear spread in the woman's heart.

This bride is not human!Women are very sure that this is an intuition, an intuition that women will have as long as they are.

Seeing the bride walking slowly, the woman wanted to scream and run away, but she was horrified to find that she couldn't control her body at all, she wanted to scream, but she couldn't even open her mouth.

As if an unknown force controlled her, at this moment, a wave of despair arose in the woman's heart, a hopelessness that could not be recovered.

The surroundings were shrouded in darkness, and the biting cold spread over the body. The peach tree behind her was shaken by the wind. The woman's eyes were wide open, fixedly staring at the approaching bride.

"Matsushima Sawami...Matsushima Sawami..."

And at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the woman's mind, it was a little vague, it was inaudible, the voice was very familiar yet very strange, calling her name one after another.

At this moment, the woman's eyes went dark, and everything around her disappeared.

"Ma'am, ma'am? Wake up, it's time!"

The bald driver, sitting in the driver's seat, looked suspiciously at the sweaty woman, that is, Matsushima Sawami.

At this moment, Matsushima Sawami, who was sitting in the back seat, opened her eyes suddenly, and her eyes were full of horror and panic.

Zemei Matsushima gasped heavily, and it took her a while to recover, and when she saw clearly where it was, she breathed a sigh of relief.

It was also at this time that she realized that it was just a dream just now, recalling the scene just now, Matsushima Zemei's face was full of disbelief.

The peach forest in the dark, the brightly lit old house with red lanterns, and the bride walking out of the old house, all these scenes were so real that she thought she was going to die.

"Is this really a dream? If so, why is it so real?" Matsushima Sawami muttered to herself, her face a little confused.

"Ma'am, you're here!"

But at this time, the bald driver uncle repeated his previous words with some displeasure, which directly interrupted Matsushima Sawami's memory.

"Ah? Arrived? So soon?"

After hearing the driver's words, Matsushima Zemei quickly turned her head and looked out the window. Familiar streets and buildings came into view one by one. Only then did she realize that she had arrived at the place.

Seeing the displeased look on the face of the bald driver, Sawami Matsushima quickly apologized:

"Well, sorry, I fell asleep just now, I didn't pay attention, I'm sorry."

"I'll get out of the car now. I'm really sorry to offend you."

While apologizing, Matsushima Zemi opened the car door and planned to leave immediately.

Seeing Matsushima Sawami's panic-stricken appearance, the bald-headed uncle driver became speechless:

"Little girl, you didn't take your suitcase."

Seeing Matsushima Zemi who was about to leave immediately, the driver shook his head. This girl seemed to be having a nightmare and being silly.

Hearing what the driver said, Zemei Matsushima immediately realized, yes, she still has a suitcase that she didn't take.

For a moment, Matsushima Sawami was a little embarrassed, and quickly apologized again, ran to the trunk to take out the suitcase, and immediately planned to leave.

Then the bald driver uncle stopped her again:
"Little girl, stop, you haven't paid for the car yet, are you going to take the Bawang car?"

Hearing this, Zemei Matsushima suddenly became embarrassed, pulled the suitcase with embarrassment and walked back:

"Well, I'm sorry, I fell asleep and fell asleep, I didn't remember it for a while, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry!"

Zemei Matsushima bowed deeply to the uncle driver and expressed her apology to him.

Seeing her sincerity, the bald driver uncle also believed that the little girl was going to take the Bawang car, so his face improved a little:

"Okay, I know you didn't mean it, the car cost [-] R yuan."

Seeing that the driver did not pursue the matter, Zemei Matsushima breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly took out money from her pocket to pay the driver.

The bald driver uncle took the fare, nodded, did not speak, as long as you give the money, everything is easy to talk about, as for calling her for a few minutes in the car just now, let's pretend it never happened.

After collecting the money for the car, the bald driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out, disappearing from Sawami Matsushima's sight.

Looking at the taxi going away, Matsushima Sawami wiped the sweat from her forehead. She didn't know when, her whole body was wet with sweat, and her body was sticky and uncomfortable.

Ke Matsushima Sawami didn't care about this at all now, her pale face was very tired, she pulled the suitcase and walked towards the apartment building not far from the street.

Zemei Matsushima's mind is full of scenes from her dreams. The horror and sense of reality make her wonder if she is really dreaming.

Zemei Matsushima shivered and shook her head. The more she thought about it, the more terrifying she became. She faded away the image in her mind and accelerated her pace.

It was dusk in Tokyo at the moment, Matsushima Sawami took the elevator to the seventh floor, and opened the door of a room:

"I am back!"

Matsushima Sawami entered the room, and she was very calm when no one responded. Before entering the door, she said that I am back. It was just a habit, and she would do it no matter whether there was anyone at home.

After closing the door, Zemei Matsushima looked at this familiar home, and heaved a long sigh of relief. She took off her shoes, hung up her down jacket, went to the bathroom, and washed her face.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Zemei Matsushima was a little unbelievable. In the mirror, her face was pale, her lips were blue and her eyes were dark, and she looked like she hadn't slept for a long time.

"Is this still me?"

Matsushima Sawami reached out to touch the mirror, muttering to herself, her tone full of confusion.

But the fact was right in front of her eyes, and she couldn't tolerate it. In the bathroom, Zemei Matsushima was stunned for a while, and finally accepted this somewhat cruel reality.

"It seems that I have to catch up on sleep in the past few days. It's just that I haven't slept well for a day or two, and I have become like this. It really is not good for my health to stay up late." Said Matsushima.

Dragging her exhausted body, she tidied up the house, took out the things that should be put away from the suitcase and put them away. After finishing these, Matsushima Zemei took her clothes and went to take a shower. She wants to go to bed early today, and strive to Restore your beauty as soon as possible.

At this moment, the sky was completely dark, and the quiet apartment was normal. In Matsushima Sawami's room, a red comb was quietly placed in front of the dressing table.

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The bathroom door opened, and Matsushima Sawami, who was wrapped in a towel, walked out of the bathroom, wiped her hair with a dry towel, and walked into the room.

When she came to the room, Sawami Matsushima sat directly in front of the dressing table and began to dry her hair. When the hair dried, she reached for the comb and planned to comb her hair.

Reaching out to comb, Matsushima Sawami paused slightly, staring at the red comb next to her, thought for a while, picked up this comb, and began to comb.

Matsushima Sawami in the mirror was still a little haggard, but after taking a bath, her face became a little ruddy, and she didn't look so intrusive. She gently combed her hair with a comb in her hand.

Zemei Matsushima's face is full of satisfaction, she likes this comb very much, it suits her very well.

The light in the room was very bright, but it was pitch black outside the window. Today, for some reason, it was very quiet outside, with only a few sporadic lights looming in the darkness, but they disappeared quickly.

Zemi Matsushima didn't care about the outside situation. This situation was normal. The residents of country D basically went to bed early, so I don't know it was strange.

In front of the dressing table, Zemi Matsushima combed her hair with a comb obsessively, but she didn't realize that Zemi Matsushima in the mirror had already stopped combing her hair.

He was staring at her in the mirror with a numb face, and the surrounding was very quiet, so quiet that it was weird.

The darkness outside the window was surging, and at some point, a floating red shadow appeared in the darkness, slowly drifting towards the apartment.

Sawami Matsushima in front of the dressing table was in a daze at the moment, combing her hair uncontrollably, even if the hair was combed out one by one by the red comb, she didn't care at all.

The lights in the room began to flicker, stab, stab, sparks appeared, the lights disappeared, and the room fell into darkness.

And at this moment, a scream sounded in the room, and Zemei Matsushima looked at the large clump of hair on the dressing table in horror, and touched her head.

Matsushima Sawami's face was full of panic:

"How did this happen, my hair, how did this happen! Why did this happen!"

"No, how could this happen, how could my hair fall out, how could it be? It shouldn't be!"

Zemei Matsushima spoke with a dull expression, not paying attention to the changes around her at all, let alone noticing, from some time ago, a bride who had been standing behind her.

The exquisite wedding dress fluttered slightly, and under the red hijab was a beautiful face.

In front of the dressing table, Zemei Matsushima's eyes were full of puzzlement and confusion. Looking up at herself in the mirror, her pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinprick, with disbelief and horror on her face:
"This, how is this possible, isn't that a dream!"

There was no Matsushima Sawami in the mirror, but only a bride in a wedding dress and a red hijab, which was swaying slightly in the dark.

Zemei Matsushima staggered back a few steps, the horror in her eyes was about to overflow, and tears burst out of her eyes in an instant.

But the moment she backed away, she regretted it. A coldness rose from her back, her body stiffened suddenly, the look in her eyes disappeared quickly, her lips moved, but she didn't say a word in the end.

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Matsushima Sawami fell to the ground and turned into a pool of ashes. A gust of wind blew up the ashes...

The air seemed to be forbidden. I don't know how long it took. The treacherous bride, who was motionless, walked to the dressing table and sat where Matsushima Sawami had been sitting.

Stretching out her fair hand, she gently took off the red hijab, picked up the red comb on the table, and began to comb her hair. A strange and terrifying scene was staged in this apartment.

Every time the tricky bride brushes her hair, a person in the entire apartment will plop to the ground, and then, there will be no more, the body will be turned into a pool of ashes in an instant, and a gust of wind will appear, These ashes are all blown up...

(End of this chapter)