Last time, after the fifth power outage, according to the old man's recollection, it was a long time, and there was a "creaking, creaking" sound.

And this time, sure enough...

After the power was cut off, it was pitch black all around, and I only heard the sound of "rustling" as if something was whispering.

Shi Yanting touched the pistol behind him and cheered up, while the old man moved in the direction where Su Mo was on the side...

"Squeak, squeak..."The doorknob of the shop was turning, and in the darkness it looked like someone was opening the door and walked out.

"Wow!"

The power is on again...

Judging from the development in the old man's memory, this time, they could already see the wax figure getting closer, but...

Under the old man's trembling and restless gaze, he suddenly discovered...

Su Mo beside him is gone!

"Huh, what about the little girl?!" the old man's eyes widened, and he stood up suddenly.

No wonder he leaned back again and again, and Su Mo beside him didn't react, it turned out that there was no one next to him at all!

But that's not right!

After turning off the lights, it's all monsters attacking, I've never heard of it, and some people just don't see it!

Looking at the empty steps, the old man gasped, fearful, worried, and desperate, and then turned his head to look at the lightning rod...

I saw the lightning rod stretched out his hand in embarrassment and embarrassment, rubbing his eyebrows...

Alas, maybe, maybe, his wife has played herself again.

"Go... Let's go to the bathroom..."The lightning rod had to say casually, and then, standing on the steps of the town office, looked at a few wax figures in the distance.

He secretly guessed the distance of the wax figures, and sure enough, this time, they had moved a long distance to the front of the steps.

Seeing this, the lightning rod couldn't help frowning: "Old boy, Yan Ting, it seems that we can't stand here anymore, we have to move."

If I'm guessing correctly, the lights will go out more often, just about once every five minutes, one second at a time. But now it's off for five seconds, so I'm afraid the frequency will also change, to every three or four minutes, once off, or even shorter.

Whereas, wax figures will move faster. Once they catch us, we'll be like them. ”

"What? wax figures are moving?" the old man was shocked when he heard this.

The old man didn't seem to notice the movement of the wax figure at all.

First, he is not a bug like Su Mo and a lightning rod, nor is he a superintendent like Shi Yanting, and he is not alert; second, he is too focused on storytelling, and he believes that bad things will happen after nine o'clock.

And his watch hands have long been broken.

After all, the mountain god here is a time controller.

As he spoke, the wind around him became more and more rustic, and a scorching smell wafted out, and the old man's storytelling mentality was completely gone.

Moreover, the story he knew was almost there.

Leaning closer to the lightning rod, the old man seemed to feel more at ease, and then said, "That... What should we do? Let's wait for the little girl to come back, and then let's leave quickly. ”

"Not necessarily. The lightning rod answered, glanced sideways at the window, and said, "Don't wait for Momo-chan, let's go first." ”

"What? how can you not wait for the little girl?" the old man was a little frightened, but he insisted on his principles.

Such a state of mind makes the lightning rod look at it differently.

He seemed to understand why the mountain god let the old man go.

However, looking at the old man's serious and speculative eyes.

The lightning rod twitched his eyebrows, how did he feel...

The old man seemed to be saying, "What kind of plastic husband are you? What kind of man are you to leave your wife and run away?"

But... What can he tell?

Could it be said that his wife is the master of the Heavenly Tribulation, the strongest god in the ten thousand worlds? Therefore, even if she loses her memory, she is very jumpy! Moreover, even if he is very difficult, it is difficult to guess her next move.

Alas, sighing, the lightning rod was too lazy to distinguish, and directly carried the old man with one hand and carried it to the window: "I'm talking about you leaving." Originally, I wanted Yan Ting to leave, but Yan Ting lost his memory, and if he left, I was afraid that he would not be able to get his memory back. ”

"But, I'm obviously here to save you, and if you don't leave, won't I come in vain, old man?" the old man looked at the stairs he had built, and hesitated.

The lightning rod for a moment the old man showed concern...

Suddenly, with a smile, he bowed his head and said lightly: "You didn't come for nothing, because... Aren't you exactly, the third floor is the way to tell the story? Each floor has a way of telling the story, the first floor is the text, the second floor is the picture, the third floor... It's sound, isn't it?"

......

At the same time, on the quiet miniature version of the street, there were seven or eight wax figures, their movements were different, their expressions stiff, some had just walked out of the shop, some were already standing on the street, and the same direction was

Turn the corner of the town office.

They seem to be silently waiting for the next move.

"Smack!"

The lights were turned off again, "rustle..."

The wax figures began to move forward, like a group of zombies, crawling or walking stiffly, at great speed...

"Wow!"

Five seconds later, the lights came back on.

The wax figure stopped again, motionless, but his expression became more and more hideous.

I could hear the sound of lightning rods coming from the town office around the corner.

They evoke eerie smiles, and the wax on their faces is peeling.

Here they come, and there are living people, and they will have new companions.

At this time, on the street corner in front of the wax figure, a humanoid forehead projection was projected on the corner, her long hair reached her waist, and her entire extreme figure was illuminated by the street lamp on the wall.

It can be seen that she is standing by the street lamp with her back to the corner, as if thinking about something, motionless.

Great! The first victim appeared!

The shoemaker wax figure walking in the front, at this time, one hand is stiffly holding the shoe, and the other hand is reaching out, as if to grasp something, and the position where it stands is only five meters away from the figure.

In other words, it only takes five meters to grab the person's shoulder, and then, wrap and melt her with the wax on her body, making the living person one of them.

"Smack!"

The lights were turned off again, and the wax figures seemed so impatient that they rushed around the corner and turned around...

Count the seconds.

Five meters, one meter per second!

"Five..."

"Four..."

"Three..."

"Smack!"

After not waiting for five seconds, the lights suddenly came on!

The wax figures stopped suddenly: "???"

How is it three seconds? This time the lights went out only for three seconds!

However... What overwhelms wax figures the most is...

In front of the shoemaker, a beautiful woman stood in front of it, the tip of her nose to its wax nose, her eyes to its eyes, and a slight smile.

One of her hands was pressed against the street lamp, and she was charging the street lamp with a thin electric coil wrapped around it, while the other hand was raised and greeted them: "Hey!"

All wax figures: "......"

As soon as the words fell, one of the wax-cast shoes of the shoemaker fell to the ground unexpectedly.

Seeing this, Su Mo hooked his red lips, revealing a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and whispered to the shoemaker: "One, two, three, wooden people...... You moved. ”

Shoemaker wax man: "!!"