"Help! Help me! ”

Peggy stood on the streets of the town and shouted for help, but she received no response, as if there was no one in the surrounding buildings.

She had no choice but to run to the door of a house and bang on it.

"Anyone? Help me! Anyone!? ”

However, no matter how much she slapped, there was still no response, and Peggy had to run to the door of another house, and the result was still the same.

Peggy stood in the middle of the street, her body subconsciously spinning in circles, her eyes sweeping over the buildings around her, and she felt extremely desperate.

"Nobody...... No one...... Is there no one in this town? ”

"That's not right!"

Peggy remembered the townsfolk she saw at the church, could they still be in the church?

At this moment, Peggy saw a dark shadow running in her direction in the direction of the dirt slope bungalow.

Is that the gas station staff!?

Peggy's heart was startled, and she turned and ran, she was looking for a place to hide.

She panicked and rushed to the door of a bungalow, but the door was so locked that she couldn't get in.

"Damn it!"

Peggy was so anxious that she had no choice but to keep running.

Peggy wanted to run to church, but she was so nervous that she ran in the wrong direction and ended up in front of a building that resembled a basketball hall.

Peggy looked up and saw a lettered sign reading "Duti Wax Museum" hanging above the entrance.

Unable to care about anything else, she hurriedly ran up the steps and tried to push open the opposite door at the entrance of the wax museum.

With a "click" sound, the door opened in response.

Peggy felt a burst of excitement in her heart, but she didn't expect this wax museum to be unlocked. She hurriedly went sideways into the wax museum, and then pushed the bolt in the door to lock the door.

After doing all this, Peggy leaned against the door and took a long breath, raising her head a lot of time to look around.

In front of you is a passage, and through the passage is the exhibition hall, at this time the sun has set in the west, the sky is getting dark, and an anthropomorphic wax figure can barely be seen in the exhibition hall.

Peggy swallowed, and for some reason, it had an eerie feel and goosebumps began to appear on her arms.

She hurriedly rubbed her arms and walked boldly towards the exhibition hall.

"Yes, is anyone there?"

Peggy shouted inside as she stood at the entrance of the exhibition hall.

The exhibition hall was silent, and Peggy could only hear her own echo.

Peggy cautiously walked into the exhibition hall, which was divided into several areas according to the era, and each area had characters and furniture corresponding to that era.

The characters are lifelike, just like real people.

Peggy licked her lips and walked over to an area where she noticed that in addition to the wax figures, even the furniture was all wax carvings.

If she's someone who comes here to visit, she'll think it's a cool fart.

But Peggy just wanted to get someone for help now, she didn't know if the staff at that gas station would find it, and she wasn't in the mood to look at the statues. She continued to walk towards the inside of the exhibition hall, since this is a museum, there must be an office or something, and there must be a telephone in the office.

With this conviction, Peggy walked to the end of the exhibition hall and stopped in front of a side door covered in ornate carvings.

Looking at the Victorian door, Peggy reached out and wanted to push the door. As soon as her palm closed the door, she felt that the door was very smooth to the touch.

Peggy picked at her nails, only to see that the nails were covered with thin wax shavings.

I didn't expect this door to be made of wax.

Peggy hurriedly picked at the wall next to her, and she easily picked off a piece of wax from the wall, which was also made of wax.

Looking at the wax shavings on her nails, Peggy felt a sense of absurdity, could it be that this wax museum was all made of wax?

The ornate door in front of Peggy seemed impossible to open, and she had to head around the corner to see what she could find.

Walking around the corner, Peggy sees a Dalmatian standing in the corner, motionless, apparently also a wax figure.

There was only this wax figure of a dog in the corner, and Peggy looked at it, shrugged her shoulders, and whispered:

"Oh, puppy, you are so pathetic that you have been abandoned here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dog's wax figure's eyes suddenly blinked, and then it opened its mouth and let out a bark.

"Wang, Wang!"

Peggy was startled by the sudden barking of the dog, but she didn't realize that the Dalmatian was not a wax dog, but a real dog.

The Dalmatian barked a few times, then suddenly bared its teeth, hunched over, and made a "whine" sound at Peggy.

Peggy stepped back in a panic, feeling that the Dalmatian seemed hostile to her approach.

At this moment, the Dalmatian suddenly barked, kicked back, opened its mouth, showed its white canine teeth, and pounced on Peggy.

"Oh my God!"

Peggy yelled, turned and ran.

The Dalmatian turned into a vicious dog and chased after Peggy, who knew in her heart that she couldn't turn around and run away in the face of the vicious dog, but at this time she couldn't control her body at all.

Peggy ran desperately towards the opposite corner, and she felt the vicious dog chase after her.

At this time, Peggy saw a door in the opposite corner, the appearance of the door gave her hope of escape, she didn't want to be torn apart by the vicious dog, and before she knew it, she actually accelerated again.

In three or two steps, Peggy ran to the door, turned the handle and pushed it hard, the door was pushed open by her, seeing this scene, she did not hesitate, hurriedly got into the door, turned and slammed into the door.

Dogs began to bark outside the door.

Peggy pressed her body against the door as she frantically turned the handle and locked the door.

After doing all this, she sat limply in front of the door, her heart pounding.

Peggy raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead and let out a long breath, glad that at least now the vicious dog couldn't get inside.

Now, Peggy finally had the energy to look around, and in the dim light of the chandelier, she sent a staircase leading to the underground.

Looking at the stairs, Peggy took a deep breath, now that she couldn't leave the wax museum through the main entrance, hoping that there was a passage to the rest of the world below.

With this in mind, Peggy cautiously walked down the stairs, the stairs were not long, only two sections, and below was a corridor, at the end of which was a basement separated by a plastic curtain, which was lit up, not pitch black.

Seeing this, Peggy let out a long sigh of relief.

Peggy walked down the hallway through the plastic curtain and into the basement, filled with a strong, pungent smell similar to formaldehyde.

This basement is an en-suite with tiled walls, yellow liquid everywhere, and a workbench with all sorts of strange tools, in addition to several unfinished wax figures.

Peggy covered her nose and looked at these unfinished wax figures, and suddenly understood that this should be the place where the owner of the wax museum made the wax figures.

Looking around, Peggy continued to walk inside, and as soon as she entered, she saw a plastic sheet across the room.

Behind the plastic sheeting, a figure sitting on a wooden chair can be faintly seen.

When she first saw the figure, Peggy felt a little scared in her heart, but the figure didn't move, which made her think of the half-finished wax figures outside the house, which must be the finished ones.

Intrigued, Peggy pulled back the plastic sheeting to see what kind of wax sculpture it was.

The moment she pulled the plastic sheeting away, Peggy's eyes widened.

I saw that it was not a wax figure sitting on the wooden chair, but Carly!