Doomsday Wonderland

From the glass windows covered with models' hairstyles, a few scattered pieces of light were thrown in, and fell into the dark barbershop.

When Lin Sanjiu turned around, the huge, plump, pale-skinned face floated behind her, and a few light spots swayed, just illuminating a thick, black, shiny hair that protruded from above his eyebrows.

Seen from a close distance, it's more disgusting: it's as thick as a hair magnified many times under a microscope, but without the scales of normal hair, it is smooth, greasy, and thick, like dark vermicelli stained with oil .

"When you encounter difficult guests, you have to do your best," the barber bio said next to her. He had finished speaking half a sentence, but his mouth was still slowly cracking, not yet fully opened. "I'll give you a shaving service, okay?"

She is a woman, what kind of beard did she shave?

The barber creature seemed to think that she was very uncooperative, and there was a bit of helplessness in the thin and flat facial features that were stretched out. "Okay, let me go back and sit down."

If it weren't for the inability to make a sound, Lin Sanjiu really wanted to sneer at that face with a "ha".

Don't say she's not stupid, she won't take the initiative to go back and sit down anyway, even if she's stupid, she can't sit down now.

Unless... the barber creature takes her hands, incapacitates her, and puts her on a chair?

Thinking of this, Lin Sanjiu immediately asked anxiously in his mind, "I don't have enough space to kick sideways. Did the mime perform any other fighting moves? This guy with the haircut is top-heavy, so it shouldn't be difficult to fight."

"Fighting action..." Teacher Yi said a little embarrassedly, "The next action is to stretch his neck and look at it, definitely not. Oh, by the way, do you remember the one when he pretended to take off his shoes?"

Lin Sanjiu was stunned, but also remembered: the pantomime actor looked down at the time, then pretended to be startled, immediately took off his shoes, bent down, and slapped the ground with his shoes.

"It's no use," she couldn't help getting frustrated. "The barber's head is as wide as my shoulders. I can't beat him like a bug. What's next?"

However, before she could get the answer from Teacher Yi, the barber creature in front of her suddenly moved.

"I'll go first and wait for you." He shook the huge head, which I didn't understand why it hadn't broken off from the neck, and then turned and walked away.

…Eh?

The barber creature slowly raised the chair, walked over and grabbed the shroud with the two heads attached, then raised his hand and covered the shroud on the chair. Because there is no human shoulder to support, the two heads hang down from the back of the chair like two huge grapes that are about to become soft and rotten, and it is still impossible to see how they are connected to the shroud. of.

"This...will I let you go?" Teacher Yi whispered in disbelief.

Lin Sanjiu stood blankly at the door; the barber creature not far away didn't turn to look at her again.

It seemed that his scissors would never be exhausted. Under Lin Sanjiu's gaze, he took out a new pair of scissors from his waist, pulled up the woman's head, and then pressed it against the scalp, "click" and cut it off. a bunch of hair.

Holding the small bunch of hair, he turned the scissors again, and with a "click", he also cut a small amount of hair from the man's head.

"He's... rubbing their hair together?" Lin Sanjiu was in shock, thought about it, and finally understood: "Yes, he just said that he would tie all three of their hair into a bundle and give me hair extensions. ...maybe it's my chance to leave before he's done collecting his hair?"

"Try to smash the door or window," Teacher Yi suggested, "You are the best at this anyway."

When the countdown on the screen jumped to 0:38, Lin Sanjiu was breathing heavily, like an exhausted horse, and finally stopped. If she didn't stop, her legs would feel numb.

For a few minutes, Rao Shi kicked the door and the window into a humming sound, except for the agitated fly ash, there was not even a single crack; strangely, the barber creature didn't care about her. , let her kick for a long time, but she just stood behind the chair and trimmed the heads of the two dead people.

"How do I get out?" Lin Sanjiu was worried, "It's impossible for him to put the dead man's hair into my scalp... The next few actions feel more useless than the next."

When she kicked the door, Teacher Yi also recalled the next few actions: In the thirteenth action, the pantomime was picking up something from the ground, which seemed to be a container such as a bottle, and gestured to put it in the container. Everything was splashed down, but when he was about to leave, he accidentally stepped on it and fell to the ground with a thud.

The fourteenth action is that he pretended to hold a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, and wrote with a frown for a while, then shook his head, and wrote for a while—seemingly dissatisfied with what he had written, he tore off the page, Knead it, knead it, and throw it away.

The fifteenth, and the last one, is probably the king of uselessness: the pantomime actor looks like he can't stand the heat. They were all stuffed into the "water flow" and rushed for a joy.

Lin Sanjiu sighed in his stomach. Surely there must be a way to get out without having to get a haircut... Saying you can't pay? She can't speak. A tool to destroy the barber creature? The scissors around his waist seemed endless.

Generally speaking, a dungeon will not be a dead end; what is the way of life here?

She thought, looking around, trying to try her luck. There is a computer and a desk calendar at the cash register, an empty chair and a few filing cabinets behind it; a potted plant that is dead by the door; a hair dryer lies on the cabinet next to a barber chair, and the wall Also posted on it was "Our Star-level High-end Hairstylist Director"—the photo was of a young man with thin cheeks, yellow complexion, a blunt smile, and his name was written underneath: Thomas Chen.

"Could it be that the thing with the big head is Thomas Chen?" Teacher Yi guessed.

Confused, Lin Sanjiu quietly glanced back.

Since just now, the barber creature has ignored her, as if she doesn't care whether she will go back at all; she thought at first that the other party wanted to let her guard down on purpose before starting, but she deliberately didn't go for a while Look at him, the barber creature still hasn't moved - no, wait.

The barber creature was doing something he had never done before: he was facing the air between the two heads and came with a pair of scissors.

Cut air for what?

The barber creature raised his eyes, looked at the mirror opposite, then lowered his head and cut again in the air. It looked... as if there was an invisible guest sitting there.

What's the point of doing this?

Looking at the door from a distance, there is probably no answer. Lin Sanjiu had always kept a distance of half a storefront from him just now, but now he can't help but walk over slowly.

"Maybe I'm trying to lie to you?" Teacher Yi reminded.

Lin Sanjiu really hoped that he could use the [Protection Field], or call out a weapon. But she didn't have anything, so she could only approach the barber creature with her bare hands and without defense, who seemed to have a moon on her neck.

She stopped when she was still several steps away from him.

The eleventh action came in handy at this moment—Lin Sanjiu leaned slightly, stretched his neck, and looked at the barber creature.

The barber creature said without looking up: "Want to come back and continue to cut your hair? You are welcome at any time. I am a very efficient person and will not delay work because you leave, so you can come back anytime you want. We It continues seamlessly."

What the **** is this talking about?

The guests are gone, can the barber continue to work?

At that moment, Lin Sanjiu was so full of doubts that she didn't even think about it, she turned her head to the other side; she couldn't tell whether it was what she caught in the corner of her eye, or her subconscious intuition.

On the other side, the opposite of the hairdresser's creature, was the mirror that was still intact after being kicked by her.

In the mirror, Lin Sanjiu sat on a chair with a calm expression, a shroud was tightly tied under his chin, and the two heads on the left and right had been shaved.