The comb had been found, and as far as could be seen at the mont, it was the only one in the entire house.
If Yan Junze’s guess was correct, the end of the comb that was inserted into Granny Ren’s heart should be the sharp part, which is the case with so comb designs; they were originally made for easy hair managent, but now it had beco a murder weapon.
Heading to the living room, he grabbed a few tissues from the coffee table, Yan Junze returned to the bedside, wrapped the exposed part of the comb with tissues, and with an inner trembling and nervousness, he slowly pulled the comb out bit by bit.
As he had imagined, the body had been dead for a long ti, and no blood ca out.
The other end of the comb was indeed sharp, Yan Junze glanced at it, deliberately avoiding the bloody specks on the handle of the comb, turning the tissue around, wrapping the handle, and moved to the back of Granny Ren’s body.
He had no intention of flipping Granny Ren’s body over but instead went to the back of the body and brought the comb close to Granny Ren’s hair.
After chanting the Words for the Afterlife to himself and ensuring there were no mistakes, he began combing hair, praying silently that the process would go smoothly, without further complications.
"Granny Ren, you are already dead, and dead people should look the part. Don’t move, don’t make a sound, at your age, you should know that ’silence is golden’."
The teeth of the comb slid into Granny Ren’s hair and were gently combed downwards, Yan Junze continued, "Head to the blissful afterlife, be rid of the troubles from this life."
Granny Ren’s hair was neither too dry nor very smooth but could barely be combed down, and the first stroke was completed with ease.
With newfound confidence, Yan Junze lifted the comb once again, and on the second stroke said, "Head to the blissful afterlife, erase the pain from this life..."
The word "pain" hadn’t been fully expressed when the comb suddenly stopped and couldn’t be pulled through anymore, as if sothing had suddenly appeared in the hair, wedging the comb firmly in place.
Yan Junze’s scalp tingled as he tried with a bit more force, but the comb seed to be stuck fast and didn’t move an inch.
He dared not use more force, fearing that he might accidentally tear Granny Ren’s hair and scalp off together.
Suddenly, he felt Granny Ren’s head move, just as it had earlier when it unexpectedly made a sound, indicating the comb’s location to him.
"I... pain!"
This ti the head turned and uttered the sa two words.
Yan Junze was greatly startled; the second sentence should have been "Head to the blissful afterlife, erase the pain from this life," but now the comb was stuck halfway, and Granny Ren had uttered her pain.
It indicated that Granny Ren couldn’t erase the pain from this life.
After a mont’s hesitation, Yan Junze spoke, "Granny Ren, although I don’t know why you are in pain, if I can’t finish combing your hair, I won’t be able to inform your grandson to co."
By now he knew Granny Ren had a strong longing for her grandson, Yu Xiaochang, and thought by offering to notify him as a condition, she might allow him to finish combing her hair.
"Pain..."
Granny Ren still uttered one word.
Just then, Yan Junze felt Ke’er on his back stir, no longer in a "sleeping" state, but using her hands and feet to climb onto his shoulder, looking towards Granny Ren.
"Huh!"
Yan Junze didn’t attend to her, continued holding the comb and combing, and once again chanted, "Head to the blissful afterlife, erase the pain from this life... pain."
He finally finished the second sentence, and the comb smoothly combed through without any further obstruction.
"Head to the blissful afterlife, rid yourself of the sins from this life."
The third combing was just as smooth, during which Granny Ren beca very quiet and didn’t make those chilling sounds.
[Combing Hair, Anxiety-Inducing (low), Completed, Acquired 100 points of Different Dinsion Energy]
"It’s done."
Yan Junze let out a huge sigh of relief, stood up, placed the old red comb on the nightstand, and then picked up the cellphone hanging around his neck to dial the ergency number.
Afterward, he found Granny Ren’s cell phone in the drawer of the nightstand; it was turned off, but when turned on, it still had one bar of battery left.
Yan Junze flipped through the contacts and found numbers saved under nas like son and daughter, and dialed each one. Then he spoke into the phone’s cara: "Turns out, it was Granny Ren, who died accidentally, who has been knocking on my door every night. The reason she was knocking might have been to ask to notify her relatives for her.
As for the hair combing ritual, you can search for it online if you’re interested; I won’t go into detail here. Well, that’s the end of today’s adventure into the strangeness,"
Turning off the cara, the video recording ca to an end; it still needed editing before uploading.
If the police required it, Yan Junze would also need to provide a copy of the video to the authorities, proving that his involvent in the case was rely out of curiosity and goodwill, and wasn’t related to the event itself.
While waiting for the rescue team, Yan Junze sat on the couch in the living room. At that mont, he suddenly felt like smoking a cigarette.
In his past life, although he smoked, he wasn’t heavily addicted. In this new life, due to changes in his environnt, he had never felt the urge to smoke again. But at this mont, after the scare, he had an intense need to relax and naturally wanted to smoke one.
But he definitely wouldn’t find any in Granny Ren’s house, so he had to bear with it.
About fifteen minutes later, a safety officer’s car arrived at the scene with its hazard lights flashing.
To avoid disturbing the residents, the safety officer’s car didn’t sound the alarm.
Yan Junze ca out of room 503, leaned over the railing to look down, and could see, with the help of the street lamps and the safety officer car’s lights, that only two safety officers had gotten out of the car, and they were moving slowly, not in much of a hurry.
A community security guard also ca up, spoke a few words with the two safety officers, looked bewildered, then raised his head, and pointed upstairs. Following his gesture, the two officers also looked up.
Yan Junze quickly waved his hand.
A few minutes later, one fat and one skinny safety officer appeared on the fifth floor, with Grandpa Zheng, the security guard, trailing behind them, breathing slightly heavily and with a look of fright on his face.
"Did you report this incident?" The fat safety officer shone his flashlight on Yan Junze’s cheeks and asked, panting.
The skinny safety officer stood at the entrance of room 503, shining the flashlight inside the room but with no intention of entering.
This was an era of strangeness, and these safety officers had learned to be smart. If they arrived at the scene of an incident, they would first get a full understanding of the situation and make sure there were no strangeness involved, or that the strangeness wasn’t severe, before deciding whether to get involved or to directly call an exorcist.
Of course, if an exorcist was called, unless the case was serious, they would still have to wait in line, and during that ti, the entire scene would be cordoned off by safety officers.
Safety officers could also, depending on the situation, do the necessary survey and handling at the scene, or take away the body for an autopsy first.
"Yes, I reported it," Yan Junze pointed towards the bedroom inside the flat. "I live downstairs. It seems Granny Ren died unnaturally; every night at two o’clock, her soul would knock on my door. Today I couldn’t hold back anymore, so I ca up to check, and found Granny Ren has been dead for who knows how long on the bedroom bed."
"Bedroom?" The skinny safety officer glanced at Yan Junze but still did not enter.
"Is the soul still there?" the fat safety officer asked.
"It hasn’t appeared now. It seems like her wish was to see her relatives, and I have just notified her relatives," Yan Junze answered.
"That’s good," finally spoke the skinny safety officer. "It should be a wandering spirit, not a very powerful one."
It seed they knew a lot more about supernatural information than the average person.
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