Gu Huaiwei stood on tiptoe to avoid the red liquid flowing from the pool. She looked at the woman with black hair covering her face and holding scissors. She thought to herself that these weird people always liked to let their hair down, and some of them had very long hair, which must be difficult to manage. She could open a hair massage service in the sanatorium to generate income for the sanatorium.
The toilet stall door began to click and the light turned red.
Such scenes always appear in horror movies, and people usually run away screaming, but Gu Huaiwei feels that as a store manager, she has the mission of marketing and should treat all types of customers equally.
The woman in front of me just has longer hair, redder eyes, sharper nails, and looks a little weird, but it's not a big deal.
Gu Huaiwei kindly reminded: "Miss, your hair is soaked in water."
Not all monsters like to communicate with humans.
Some low-level monsters and monsters with too deep resentment prefer to take direct action.
The woman opened her mouth, let out a sharp, strange cry from her throat, then raised the scissors and rushed towards Gu Huaiwei.
“Ka-ka-ka… Gurgle Gurgle… Ka-ka-ka… Gurgle Gurgle…”
Gu Huaiwei grabbed her wrist.
Women are very strong, and that is definitely not a force that ordinary people can resist.
Gu Huaiwei watched the scissors approach her eyeball inch by inch. Without blinking, she stared at the tip of the knife and pushed her hand back.
"Miss, my glasses are a new limited edition. If you break them with scissors, you will have to pay for them."
The woman didn't say anything, her teeth were chattering. When Gu Huaiwei observed her closely, she found that she had been making a "gurgling" sound because there was a deep wound in her throat, and blood bubbles were oozing out of the wound.
It's like an open fish mouth, spitting out bubbles.
"You are not allowed to bully Sister Gu." Bai Meimei put her hands on her hips, took out the boning knife angrily, and prepared to cut off the woman's hand.
She is a little short and needs to jump when fighting.
This kind of weirdness where you can't communicate has no value as a customer.
Gu Huaiwei acquiesced to Bai Meimei's actions.
Just when Bai Meimei was about to take action, Gu Huaiwei heard a familiar voice.
"Wait a moment."
Han Zhusheng appeared at the door of the women's restroom and stopped what was about to happen.
When the woman saw Han Zhusheng, her resentment subsided a little. She let go of the scissors in her hand and walked towards Han Zhusheng with her deformed legs.
Gu Huaiwei shook her sore hands.
How did he get here?
Han Zhusheng gently touched the woman's hair and said, "She is not an accomplice of those bandits. Don't be afraid. Go back."
The red liquid stopped flowing out of the faucet.
The woman listened to Han Zhusheng very much. She limped back to the original toilet cubicle and closed the door.
The lights returned to normal.
Gu Huaiwei followed Han Zhusheng and left the women's restroom.
"What's going on with the bandits?" Gu Huaiwei asked.
“My father was a veteran employee of the chemical plant. He had shares in the plant and also had some business dealings with the businessman who contracted the mine.
Those bandits were hired by the businessman to discuss with my father how to deal with the chemical plant explosion.
They were so barbaric that they happened to meet one of my classmates when they came to the library. When they failed to tease her, they followed my colleague to the toilet and wanted to violate her.
My classmate refused to comply and committed suicide by slitting his throat with a pair of scissors, blood spurting everywhere. The bandits left in disgrace without gaining any advantage.
The red liquid gushed out of the bathroom sink because the bandits were sprayed with blood and used the tap water to wash their hands.
A woman's blood is an extension of pollution.
All the test-takers who entered the wrong toilet cubicle would be cut open by the woman with scissors.
"Does her throat need stitching? The cut is so deep, it must be very painful." Gu Huaiwei was particularly considerate. "I think she listens to you more. You can tell her that our nursing home has a basic physical therapy service that can help with the wound."
Once the wound is sutured, the gurgling sound will stop.
"Are you really human?" Han Zhusheng suddenly turned around, his face expressionless, his voice a little hollow in the corridor filled with only two people. "It's rare for a human to see my classmate's appearance without being frightened."
"It's absolutely true. Why are you asking such a question?"
Han Zhusheng had never seen anyone as strange as Gu Huaiwei. In his eyes, humans were loud, greedy, and crying.
He thought that he might have been working in the copy for too long, and the world outside might have undergone earth-shaking changes.
He really should leave the copy and go outside to take a look.
"Are there other people like you in that nursing home?"
"Probably... gone." The assistants around Gu Huaiwei should not be considered human beings.
"If I have the chance, I will bring my female classmate to your sanatorium. She became like this because of me. Her medical expenses can be charged to my account."
"Welcome, welcome." Gu Huaiwei likes this kind of buy-one-get-one-free promotion the most.
As night falls, the trial-takers are still struggling to survive in the dungeon.
Because of Bella's disappearance, their chances of survival increased.
Gu Huaiwei held her work and went to the basement with Han Zhusheng to deliver the painting.
The female painter sits in front of the drawing board, her long black hair draped behind her, holding a paintbrush, and the years are peaceful.
She didn't have the right paint, and looked at her work in distress, unable to start.
Han Zhusheng knocked on the door.
The female painter didn't turn her head, nor did she even give him a glance.
"Mom, take a break. You've been in the studio for too long."
The female painter seemed not to hear what Han Zhusheng said.
Han Zhusheng sighed: "Mom, my friend and I collaborated on a painting and wanted to give it to you."
After hearing about the painting, the female painter slowly turned her head. She was no longer as crazy as last time. She was particularly cold towards her son.
“Without pain, you can’t create a perfect painting.”
“A true work of art requires the utmost effort to achieve its ultimate effect.”
“A poet in a peaceful and prosperous age cannot write profound verses. A painter whose heart is as still as water cannot create a painting that moves people to tears.”
"Son, return to your father and don't come to me again.
You have no artistic talent. No matter how hard you try, you can't complete the work for me. I have to draw it with my own brush. Please don't bother me anymore."
At this moment, Gu Huaiwei felt that Han Zhusheng was standing there lonely, like a lost dog.
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