Doomsday Wonderland

The sky light in the alley outside was getting brighter and warmer, and white spots were lit up on the floor tiles; Lin Sanjiu turned away from the light, pushed open the door, and stepped into the dim barbershop - trapped in the shape of a room. The cool air, with a heavy chill, was stirred by her, trembled a few times like jelly, and gradually engulfed her.

The store is not big, with a curtain hanging in the depths, through the gap of the curtain, the outline of the shampoo can be vaguely seen. The window glass facing the street, because of the pictures of all kinds of outdated hairstyle models, can't see through much light; four black fake leather chairs are lined up in a row in the store, each facing a cold and indifferent mirror.

Lin Sanjiu found the light switch and pressed it a few times, but the inside of the shop was still dark, as if he was unwilling to set foot in this barber shop regardless of whether it was sunlight or light.

She thought about it, grabbed a thick hair magazine from the cashier by the window, and used it to push the open door against the wall.

"I really don't understand this road at all," Lin Sanjiu whispered to himself, "What on earth do you want me to do? There's nothing in the store."

As she spoke, she looked out from the window facing the street—it was originally just to see if there was any movement outside, but I didn't expect this, but she found that in the shadow behind the door of the small grocery store on the opposite side, a picture was floating. Looking straight at her face.

In the panic that rushed up, Lin Sanjiu immediately recognized it. "Pan Cui!" she called out and waved her hand vigorously, "So you are there!"

The face in the shadow also jumped out two steps and waved at her - it turned into a clear Pan Cui.

"It doesn't look like we can go out," she shouted from the door. "Did you see Pina?"

"No," Lin Sanjiu asked, "do you know what this is for us?"

"I'm not sure," Pan Cui shook her head and said, "But no matter what, it doesn't seem to have started yet."

Indeed, the room was empty, Lin Sanjiu turned to look around the store, thinking to himself. Aside from the scattered hair dryers, combs, and spray bottles, there was only a layer of dust that had built up over time—

And the mime standing in the shadow of the corner.

Lin Sanjiu's heart skipped a beat, almost making her think she was about to lose her heart; she exclaimed involuntarily and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Of course the pantomime would not answer her.

With the same smile on his high-cheeked snow-white face, he silently walked out of the corner and came to the third leather chair, his hands in an inviting gesture.

"Want me to come over?" Lin Sanjiu was stunned, then turned around and found that Pan Cui had disappeared from the door of the grocery store, and the door of the grocery store was also closed.

The pantomime gave her a few more strokes, no doubt telling her to go over and sit down.

Lin Sanjiu reluctantly sat in the chair.

As if to express her gratitude, the pantomime bowed to her in the mirror exaggeratedly, and then snapped her fingers—saying she did, but no sound came out—just at this moment, the TV hanging under the corner of the ceiling in the store The machine, "Paz" sounded.

Lin Sanjiu's eyes quickly landed on the TV, but on the background of a blue screen, he saw the pantomime actor: he still kept smiling, standing in front of the camera from time to time to straighten his hair and pull the straps of his overalls; Next to it is a number the size of a head, 1:00.

What's the meaning?

As soon as Lin Sanjiu turned around, she found that she was the only one left in the mirror. The mime actor didn't know when to disappear; at the same time she hurriedly turned to look for him, the door of the barber shop was slammed shut with a bang. Now, another piece of skylight was cut from the store, and a deeper gloom poured out of the corner.

No, wait, Lin Sanjiu was stunned for a moment, then pressed his heels against the ground and pushed hard a few times, and a layer of hot sweat broke out on his back.

No matter how her muscles contracted, how her hands pushed the armrests of the chair, her body seemed to be locked in an invisible cover—"I can't stand up," she hurriedly said to Teacher Yi, "Why? Why can't I get up from the chair?"

"Look," said Teacher Yi, "the TV in the corner!"

At 1:00 just now, when Lin Sanjiu raised his eyes, it just jumped to 0:59.

This is... "starting"?

There was no doubt that the TV screen was counting down for her; think about it, it was almost exactly a minute after it appeared. But each road has 24 hours for people to walk, why should she count down an hour alone?

Also, what is she going to do this hour? Why can't she stand up?

"Wait a minute, isn't the situation in front of you very similar to when you covered your eyes just now?" Teacher Yi came to an idea and said, "At that time, you covered your eyes like a mime, and then you were like Trapped in the action of 'covering your eyes', you can't do any other action... it feels the same now, right?"

"But he's not here right now—" Lin Sanjiu's words started, and he suddenly realized. "On the other hand, I can only do things that pantomime actors have done..."

"That series of performances just now!" Teacher Yi finished her words.

"Quick, help me recall what he did just now," Lin Sanjiu urged desperately, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

In the mirror, she was sitting motionless in a chair, and she couldn't even see a trace of anxiety in her expression—probably because the pantomime had never shown an expression of panic and anxiety, so she couldn't do it either—it looked like, It's like a calm customer waiting for his hairdresser.

"He walked, ran, and jumped," Teacher Yi counted one by one. "Still standing there, turning his head, turning his waist and looking around... These are four movements..."

A pair of hands were placed on Lin Sanjiu's shoulders in the mirror.

At that moment, Lin Sanjiu felt like she was about to throw herself out of the chair - almost as if her soul was frightened and jumped away from her body - only when she regained her senses did she realize that she was still trapped in " In this action, only the layers of sweat on the body were thrown out.

From the hands in the mirror, her eyes slowly moved up, and she saw a pair of thin and thin arms, a black T-shirt, a pair of shoulders... and a huge head.

In the dim barbershop where there was no light, the huge head floated on Lin Sanjiu's head like a balloon slowly rising from the ground. the top half of the mirror.

The black hair came out of the head in a mess, strangely thin and thick - it looked thick because each hair was thick, not one by one, but one by one, like a head full of black and shiny hair. Pho, hanging lifelessly on the face; sparse because they are very scattered and grow as they want, not only on the scalp, but also on the skin of the forehead.

On that face, two orange-sized eyeballs rolled down, meeting Lin Sanjiu's gaze in the mirror.

"Is this your first time here?"

The mouth split from left to right, as if pulling an invisible zipper. The upper and lower lips swayed, and a sweet and greasy male voice spit out: "What kind of hairstyle do you want to get done today?"

Lin Sanjiu was almost overwhelmed by waves of fear and doubts like waves of turbulent waves—perhaps because of the appearance of a "barber", maybe because she finally met a talking dungeon creature, or maybe because Teacher Yi said this. Shi Zheng shouted desperately in his mind: "No! I pulled up and watched every scene just now, but that mime actor has never sat down!"

Haven't sat down yet... so naturally he hasn't performed the action of "getting up from the chair".

The countdown on the TV screen jumped to 0:58.

Behind the creature claiming to be a barber, Lin Sanjiu cracked a smile in the mirror. "Oh? What did you say?" He—or it? - Put a thin and dry hand on the huge face, and said shyly: "Do you like my hairstyle? Do you think it looks good?"

No! She didn't say it!

"Hey, thank you, then I'll do the same for you."