“We… we were just passing by. Got a bit curious about this place and wanted to see what’s going on here.” Lin Xiaoqiang was the first to break the silence, trying to make his tone sound as natural and non-hostile as possible.
“Passing by? This is an abandoned factory. Who passes by a place like this?” The Pink Hair-Growth Master clearly didn’t buy it. He eyed them warily, still clutching tightly to his bag of “Pink Hair-Growth Fertilizer.”
“We’re… enthusiasts of supernatural phenomena. Heard there might be some weird stuff happening here,” Azhai quickly chimed in, raising his camera in an attempt to look more professional and credible.
The Pink Hair-Growth Master’s gaze lingered briefly on the camera, and the tension in his face eased just a little. “Supernatural phenomena? You mean those pink glows and the statues?”
Lin Xiaoqiang’s heart skipped—so this “Pink Hair-Growth Master” was aware of the strange occurrences around Barbie City. Maybe he could provide some useful information.
“That’s right. We’re investigating those anomalies. Do you know anything about them?” Lin Xiaoqiang asked cautiously.
The Pink Hair-Growth Master sighed, a hint of concern flashing across his face. “Sigh… Lately, there’s been more and more weird stuff going on. I was hoping to make it big with my ‘Pink Hair-Growth’ business, and now it’s all getting messed up by these bizarre pink phenomena.”
Once he got going, he couldn’t stop. Apparently, his dream was to invent a miraculous fertilizer that could make even the baldest head sprout lush, pink hair. He’d planned to ride the wave of the pink fashion craze sweeping through Barbie City and make a fortune. He chose this abandoned fertilizer factory as his research base, drawn by its “raw atmosphere,” hoping it would inspire him to create a groundbreaking hair-growth product.
But recently, the strange pink glows, color-shifting statues, and other bizarre happenings had left him uneasy. He feared these supernatural forces might interfere with the delicate chemical reactions in his hair-growth experiments—or even destroy the dream he’d spent years building.
“What do you think these pink anomalies are? Could they be bad for my ‘Pink Hair-Growth Fertilizer’?” he asked, worry etched across his face.
Lin Xiaoqiang, Wang Meili, and Azhai exchanged looks. Of all the people they could’ve met in a place like this, they hadn’t expected someone this eccentric—whose biggest concern was the future of his pink hair enterprise.
“We’re not exactly sure what’s causing it yet, but we’re doing our best to find out,” Lin Xiaoqiang replied patiently.
“Please, if you discover anything, you have to let me know! Whether my ‘Pink Hair-Growth Project’ succeeds or not depends on whether all this freaky pink stuff is a blessing or a curse!” The Pink Hair-Growth Master’s eyes were filled with desperate hope.
Just as they were engaged in this absurd conversation, Lin Xiaoqiang suddenly caught faint, fragmented voices—coming from deeper within the factory. It was a kind of pained, uneasy whispering, carrying a sense of distress.
“What’s that sound?” Lin Xiaoqiang frowned. The voices stirred an unusual tension within him.
“Sound? There’s nothing here but the wind… and the echo of my glorious hair-growth dreams,” the Pink Hair-Growth Master said, glancing around in confusion.
Lin Xiaoqiang quickly signaled Wang Meili and Azhai to stay quiet. He held his breath, concentrating on the increasingly distinct voices. The sound seemed to come from a corner beneath the factory, growing clearer and closer.
“Animals—some animals are trapped down there! They’re terrified!” Lin Xiaoqiang said gravely, his voice taut with urgency.
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