Will You Brush My Hair, Big Brother?

In fact, as soon as Yu Xing heard the mention of the cripple on the bloodstained paper, she knew who the thief was.

Before that, he had snatched a file containing patient data from the two one-eyed ghosts in white coats in the treatment room. Before he hid the file among the eerie flowers on the second floor, he had looked through the data and memorized it all using his instantaneous memory.

Instantaneous memory is quick to remember but also quick to forget, but this speed varies from person to person. For Yu Xing, even for memories that are easy to forget, he can ensure that he won't make a mistake within six hours just because he has specifically memorized them.

In this hospital, regardless of the illness that led to their admission, there were several people who had a penchant for theft.

One person developed kleptomania, feeling extremely uncomfortable if they didn't steal. Another had a fetish for other people's valuable possessions. Yet another suffered from hallucinations, believing themselves to be a notorious thief who could only prove their worth by stealing.

These three people were so unique, especially the last one. "He insisted that he had traveled from ancient times and that he was determined to steal something impossible to prove it," a statement that was recorded in the archives as a mockery.

Because of these factors, when Yu Xing learned that there was no evidence to prove that the ghost in the ward where Zhao Mou was born was sick, and that they needed to find evidence that it was healthy, his first reaction was that a thief had stolen the evidence. Otherwise, given Zhao Mou's meticulousness, there wouldn't have been a situation where something special was right in front of him and he couldn't find it.

That blood-stained piece of paper is one thing; it was mixed in with the blood, and no one knows when it appeared.

Getting back to the point, the limp was a characteristic that matched the bizarre fetish of the second patient he saw who had been stealing.

The file lists the fetishist as Chen Qi, a young woman.

She's probably a young Female Ghost now.

Finding a "crippled" person is simple, just like Zhao Mou's character in the dark mode. Since he has difficulty moving, he must have tools to assist him in walking.

The wheelchair was too conspicuous and too noisy to provide Chen Qi with the opportunity to steal it; therefore, the cane was the most likely indicator.

Before the ghost of the patient's family member in the corridor discovered them, they had already opened the nearest ward. They didn't know if there were any ghosts in the ward that were even more troublesome than the ghost of the patient's family member. The moment they entered, the three of them were on high alert.

Yu Xing didn't see a lame Female Ghost, but instead saw a little girl sitting on the bed with her back to the door, combing her hair.

The little girl wore a plain white dress, her back view was very slender, she held a comb in her right hand, and her left hand was loosely placed next to her hair, and a hair tie with a small glass ball hanging from it was on her wrist, which shimmered with a golden luster in the twilight.

She seemed rather clumsy at combing her hair, but she just kept combing it without getting tired.

The sound of the door opening didn't startle the little girl; she didn't change her posture at all.

Shafuri didn't want to attract any unnecessary trouble at this time. She gestured to the siren and Yu Xing, then quietly backed away, hooking her finger on the doorknob and slowly closing the ward door back for the little girl.

Just then, Yu Xing felt a very strong ghostly aura approaching from behind.

He only had time to dodge himself when he saw the shadow of a little girl standing behind the siren. With a push of her small hand, she shoved the unsuspecting siren into the not-quite-closed ward.

In the blink of an eye, the shadow was gone.

"!" The siren staggered forward, suppressing the gasp that was about to escape her lips. Seeing that she was alone, the door seemed to come alive and tried to close, but Yu Xing quickly stopped it with her elbow.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shafuri slithered through the crack in the door like a snake, then grabbed the edge of the door for Yu Xing, who followed her in.

The little girl inside had stopped combing her hair, her head hanging low. The curtains had been drawn sometime earlier, blocking out the light and making her appear eerie and sinister.

The three of them entered the ward, and the door closed without any resistance. Shafuri snorted and ruffled her hair. "Although I don't want to cause trouble, those who come to my rescue... I won't let them off so easily~"

Originally, the little girl pretended not to see them and let them go, so everyone was happy.

But it had to be a surprise attack. Yu Xing could sense that if he hadn't dodged, he would have been the one pushed.

This little girl probably thought the three of them were too much to handle, so she wanted to torment one of them alone.

The siren, assuming the little girl's initial target was her, muttered, "Do I look that easy to bully? All the monsters we've encountered along the way seem so interested in me."

Yu Xing remained expressionless. "Yes, I don't know why either, they've gone too far."

The siren sensed something was amiss, but she had no time to investigate further, because the little girl on the hospital bed, who had her back to them, moved.

The little girl slowly turned her head, but her body remained still. When she turned to the limit of a normal person's head, Yu Xing could see half of the little girl's pale face, there was a snap. The little girl's head shook and turned 180 degrees.

The cracking sound was quite abrupt. The little girl, her hair disheveled, stared at her back with her large, dark eyes, then pouted and said pitifully, "I don't know how to comb my hair... Can someone help me comb my hair...?"

The faint sound was like a cat meowing in a trash can during a downpour, but at the same time, it gave the impression that the cat was malice, staring at its prey with its ghostly vertical pupils.

Now that all three of them were inside, the little girl didn't give up on her initial goal. She tilted her head slightly and looked at Yu Xing: "Can you help me comb my hair?"

"Yu Xing, don't agree to her yet." Shafuri was the first to realize that this was a pattern-based ghost!

It's the kind of rule where you can't kill someone unless certain conditions are met, but once those conditions are met, no force can stop you.

Ghost tales like "The Red Vest" are similar to those about Sadako.

You'll be fine as long as you don't watch the videotapes. But once you do, no matter how you hide, you'll be haunted by Sadako until you die.

The siren withdrew her hand from the doorknob, silently shook her head, indicating that the door was locked.

"Big brother... can you help me comb my hair?" the little girl asked again. This time, she stood up, keeping her back to the three of them, but her face was directly facing them.

It looks chilling.

What is the correct way to answer this?

Shafuri looked at the little girl coldly. Since the little girl hadn't asked her any questions, it didn't matter what she said, "Little girl, you're very good at bothering others... If you want someone to help you comb your hair, you should ask a nurse, see? We're wearing hospital gowns, we're patients, how can you have the nerve to bother us?"

"Waaah..." The little girl cried sadly, trying to keep her voice down. She looked extremely wronged. She turned her head back, curled up, and squatted on the ground.

"I don't know how to comb my hair, waaaaah..." She only repeated this one sentence, without mentioning the nurse or anything like that, "Brother, please comb my hair... waaaaah..."

Shafuri frowned, clearly impatient with ghosts of this age and gender. She turned her head and said, "Let's refuse. The sooner we finish the task Ren Yi gave us, the easier things will be."

"Shh..." Yu Xing chuckled faintly, putting her index finger to her lips. "What if she refuses? That would be her condition for killing me."

The siren nodded in agreement, offering a seemingly serious analysis. "Why didn't she let the two of us with long hair comb her hair, but instead wanted a man like Xing to do it for her? It's probably because she thinks Xing definitely won't be able to do it well. So I think the only way to survive is to agree to her request and comb her hair properly. Refusing or combing it crookedly will trigger a death sentence."

She paused, then asked as if to confirm, "Yu Xing, do you remember Ren Yi saying that he and Zhao Mou have discovered that the ghosts in this twilight can directly kill guests?"

Yu Xing thought for a moment, then shrugged. "... Unfortunately, I don't remember. But this was within my expectations. From the very beginning of this round, the ghosts were exceptionally aggressive. It's just that most of them didn't have the power to kill the guests, so it wasn't easy to notice the change in the rule."

When the little girl saw that they were ignoring her, started chatting, and began to cry loudly.

The atmosphere in the room subtly shifted, as if some unseen rule was enveloping the space, making it eerie and suffocating.

"Big brother..." A few seconds later, the little girl's crying suddenly stopped. In a calm voice that betrayed no trace of her recent crying, she asked softly, "Will you help me comb my hair or not?"

This is the ghost's last question; if it doesn't answer, it will likely be treated as a refusal.

Yu Xing chuckled, "Okay, I'll comb your hair."

He walked over to the siren with some concern, easily picked up the little girl, and placed her back at the foot of the bed where it was convenient to comb her hair. He picked up the comb that the little girl had tossed on the bed, but didn't start combing immediately. "What hairstyle do you want?"

The little girl paused for a moment, then answered crisply, "You have to braid both sides together, bring them to the middle, and then tie all your hair into a ball."

Yu Xing raised an eyebrow; those were quite a few demands.

"Do you even know how to braid hair?" the siren asked from behind.

"Don't worry, it's not difficult." Yu Xing replied casually, parted her hair with a comb, gently combed it, then used the rubber band next to the comb to secure one side, and began to braid the other side.

His technique was so skillful and fast that even the little girl didn't expect him to be able to handle it. She pouted and swung her leg.

Yu Xing gathered the two strands of hair and the loose hair below into a bun.

Without her hair to obscure her face, the little girl's pale, cracked face was revealed. Her large eyes were the only intact feature. On her skin, the texture of flesh and blood could be seen in the cracks, large and small.

"Alright." Yu Xing as if she hadn't seen the scene at all, patting the little girl's head without any fear. "See, is this okay?"

The little girl kicked her legs off the hospital bed and looked at herself in the clear, reflective glass.

She seemed to be looking for a flaw, but couldn't find one, and for a moment she didn't know whether to be angry or happy.

Finally, the little girl glanced at Yu Xing reluctantly, sniffed, and said, "Thank you, big brother."

After saying that, she actually ran to the door, tiptoed to open it, and ran into the corridor, disappearing in a moment.

This unexpected crisis was thus averted.

The three of them weren't in a hurry to leave. When the little girl pushed open the door earlier, they noticed two more ghosts representing patients' families in the corridor, so they figured they'd better wait a bit longer.

The little girl had already given them room, so they naturally had the best option but to hide in the hospital room.

After closing the door, the siren looked at Yu Xing with a strange gaze. Since there were no ghosts now and their live stream was disconnected, she still asked, "Yu Xing, you... you wouldn't happen to be pregnant, would you?"

Please forgive her; due to her illness, she can't stop thinking about her child.

Shafuri glanced at her and chuckled, "You're still too naive. Maybe he's your girlfriend? A man who combs his girlfriend's hair... wow, I really want one."

Please forgive her; whether she's sick or not, her mind is full of lewd nonsense.

Yu Xing only replied to them, "You're overthinking it. I'm just good with my hands."

Actually, it was several years ago when he saw Zhu Yan was a tiny little girl and thought she was cute, so he liked to grab Zhu Yan and braid her hair into all sorts of shapes, regardless of whether Zhu Yan liked it or not.

After experiencing many things, Zhu Yan gave up resisting and allowed Yu Xing to hone her hair-combing skills. It wasn't until Zhu Yan came of age that she successfully escaped Yu Xing's clutches on the grounds that men and women should not touch each other.

Although Yu Xing's hairstyle is very pretty... Zhu Yan is very rational. She's in puberty now, and she's been resisting to this day to prevent her filial piety from being corrupted by Yu Xing's various forms of care. She absolutely cannot give up halfway!

With that in mind, Zhu Yan reluctantly changed her hairstyle to a simple ponytail that she could easily tie up.

Yu Xing bid farewell to girlish hair from then on, and today this little devil just happened to walk right into her trap.

"But... what illness did that little girl have? Was it a skin condition?"

Yu Xing snapped out of her reverie and overheard Shafuri and the Siren discussing the cracked skin.

He interjected casually, "It's not a natural ailment; that kind of wound was caused by being stabbed with a knife."

"What?" The siren was stunned, somewhat incredulous. "But she has so many cuts on her face; if it was from a knife, it would have been at least twenty cuts..."

As she spoke, her voice weakened, as if she had already imagined how cruel this was.

"How did you know?" Shafuri asked, glancing at her.

"Do I even need to ask how I know?" Yu Xing was a little confused. "Haven't you seen what freshly cut flesh looks like after the blood has been wiped away?"

The siren's eye twitched. Was this something so easy to spot?

But then Yu Xing asked another question, "I deliberately stalled for time and got her to say so much, didn't you guys find her voice familiar?"

Shafuri: "... You mean, the little girl who took over as dean?"