"Oh?" Yan Junze nodded, "Tell me."
Sun Changbiao acknowledged with a sound and immediately began to recount.
About a week ago, it was just he and his wife at home, as their son was attending university in another city and hadn't come home.
When it was almost time for dinner, Sun Changbiao went to the bathroom to wash his hands. He first wet his hands, then began to apply hand soap.
The faucet was on, still gushing water, but soon the flow began to diminish. Sun Changbiao was somewhat surprised, tapped the faucet, yet saw no increase in the water flow; on the contrary, it got weaker.
It felt like the faucet was blocked. Curious, he extended his index finger and prodded the spout, feeling something clogging it.
With a hook of his finger, a clump of hair was pulled out.
But the hair didn't fall out completely; it seemed to be still connected to the other end inside the pipe.
