344 You can't come in vain

Dalton and Peggy follow Potter down the street, Potter's home on the edge of town, and the three of them talk as they walk.

Dowton asked:

"Is there a beauty pageant going on in your town?"

"yes," Potter glanced at Peggy, "does your girlfriend want to participate?" ”

"Hehe," Peggy grinned, "Is it too late?" ”

Potter smiled and shrugged.

"I'm sorry, it's too late, the votes have already been cast, if you come a few days early, you will definitely win the championship."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Peggy glanced at Dalton, as if to tell her boyfriend that she was good enough.

Dalton looked at it and hurriedly said to Potter:

"Don't praise her, I'll be miserable if I don't go home."

"Nasty!" Peggy reached out and pinched Dalton's chest muscles, "The truth of what they said." ”

"Oops!"

Dalton yelled and scrambled to dodge.

Potter looked at the frolicking duo and shook his head, an inexplicable smile on his face.

After Dalton and Peggy frolicked a few times, he looked at Potter and asked:

"There's a Dudi wax museum in this town?"

"Yes," Boudian nodded, "the Madam Doody Wax Museum is the pride of our town, and it's well worth a visit. ”

"Really? Then we'll check it out when we find Carly. ”

"Okay, I'll ask the mayor to give you a discount when the time comes."

With that, Potter sighed.

"What's wrong?"

Dalton asked curiously.

"Hey...... In the past, tourists often came to visit here, but now that the economy is sluggish, fewer and fewer tourists come here......"

"When the time comes, I'll help you publicize and publicize."

"Thank you."

Potter laughed and patted Dorton on the shoulder.

Peggy asked:

"The director of the Dooddy Wax Museum is Daudi, right?"

"No," Potter shook his head, "it's Vincent, he's the son of Lady Doudy, only a few of the works are made by Lady Doudy, most of them are made by Vincent, his level is very high, the wax figures he makes are so lifelike that you can't tell if you look at them closely." ”

"So powerful?" Peggy excitedly asked, "Can we get his autograph when we visit the wax museum?" ”

"Can't ......," Potter sighed, "they're no more......

Puzzled, Dawn asked:

"They're out of here?"

"No, it's a tragedy," Potter shook his head, and said, "Ms. Dudy's husband is Dr. Sinclair, and the family originally lived in a big city, but then Dr. Sinclair had his doctor's license revoked because of an accident, and he had to occasionally perform some private surgeries that other doctors did not dare to do, and then the family moved to the small town of Ampalas, where Dr. Sinclair opened a private practice, and Ms. Dudy discovered her talent for making wax carving, so she decided to open a wax museum here." ”

Dalton asked curiously:

"Then why is it a tragedy?"

"yes."

Peggy was also on the sidelines.

Porter says:

Later, Ms. Doudi became pregnant and gave birth to two baby boys, and then she was diagnosed with a brain tumor, which became more and more serious, and she could not continue to create, so she went completely crazy. Her husband, Dr. Sinclair, was tied to the bed, and every night Ms. Dody let out a miserable cry that could be heard all over town......"

Dalton and Peggy sighed at the same time.

Porter continues:

Dr. Sinclair, on the other hand, fell into deep self-reproach for not being able to treat his wife, and in the end, he learned about his own life with one shot.

"Oh my God!"

"It's horrible!"

"Who's to say it isn't," Potter smiled helplessly, "and then the worst of all were the two baby boys, who were sent to the orphanage......

At this point, Potter suddenly stopped talking, and pointed to the bungalow on the dirt slope, and said:

"We're here."

"Huh?"

Dough paused for a moment, just as he was getting up, when Potter suddenly stopped talking, which made him feel unsatisfied, but he couldn't say anything more.

As they walked to the door, Potter's home was a two-story bungalow, and Potter turned his head and said:

"Wait for me here."

"No problem."

Peggy nodded.

Dao Dun suddenly felt a rush to urinate, and hurriedly asked:

"Can I go to the toilet inside?"

Potter looked at Dalton and smiled:

"Of course, there is no problem."

When Dalton heard this, he said to Peggy:

"Honey, you wait for me here, I'll come out right away."

"Well, it's not, is it?"

"It's not!"

With that, Dorton and Potter walked into the bungalow.

……

Inside the bungalow, Dalton walked out of the bathroom on the first floor.

Dalton looked around, Potter went to the second floor to get the belt, it was estimated that it would be a while before he came down, he thought about it, and decided to wait for Potter for a while.

However, it didn't seem interesting to wait here, and Dalton casually pushed open the door of a room, and inside was a study.

Dalton walked over to his desk and found all kinds of bottles and jars on it, containing specimens, frogs, fish, and some internal organs.

He shook his head, not expecting Potter to like to collect these disgusting things.

At this moment, a golden watch on the desk caught Dowton's attention.

"Rolex!?"

Dalton hurriedly picked up the watch, and by looking closely, he could be sure that it was genuine.

He looked back and didn't hear Potter's footsteps.

Doodon looked at his watch again, then took a deep breath and tucked it into his pocket.

Then, he looked around again.

I didn't expect a refueling person to be so rich, it was so infuriating, Dalton felt that he couldn't come for nothing, anyway, he would go back to Sam's Country soon, and Potter wouldn't find him at all even if he found out.

Dalton's heart was smug for a while, and then he noticed that there was a wooden door next to the bookshelf by the wall, and he stared at the wooden door and wondered, could there be something more valuable inside?

So, Dalton walked to the wooden door, gently turned the handle, and with a "click", the wooden door was opened by him, and a waxy smell came to his face.

Dowton discovers that behind the wooden door is actually a studio, and it is also a workshop for wax carving.

Unexpectedly, Potter also played with wax carving, and with curiosity, Dalton walked into the studio.

In the middle of the studio, a row of tool racks was divided into two parts, and Dalton had just bypassed the tool racks, but he was shocked by the scene in front of him, only to see a man sitting on a wooden chair with his back to him.

Daoton hurriedly covered his mouth, not daring to make a sound.

But gradually Dorton realized that this man was motionless, and the smell of wax filled the room, and he suddenly thought, this must be a wax figure, right?

Thinking of this, Daoton relieved himself and quietly walked towards the man.

But, for some reason, Dalton always felt that this man gave him a familiar feeling.

As Dalton walked up to the man, something happened that surprised him.

Dalton stared at the man with round eyes.

Heβ€”He's Wade!?

"Oh my God!"

Dalton looked at Wade's appearance and suddenly became overwhelmed.

Suddenly, Wade's eyes rolled.

He's alive! Still alive!

Dalton suppressed the fear in his heart, gasped for breath, and asked:

"Wade, is that you?"

Wade's eyes rolled again, and he seemed to say yes.

"God, how can this be!?" Dalton didn't know what to do, and subconsciously he put his hand on Wade's face and said, "Dude! Bear with me, I'll save you, I'll save you! ”

Dalton touched Wade's face, trying to pull off the wax shell covering Wade's face so that Wade could speak. But Dalton didn't know that Wade's eyes were full of horror as he concentrated on tearing the wax shell.

With a "hiss", Wade's eyes widened, and he couldn't speak, so he could only let the tears keep flowing.

Dalton, on the other hand, let out a frightened cry with half of his face.

Half of Wade's face became bloody at this point.

Wade's appearance terrified Dorton, and he threw down half of his face and turned and ran towards the door of the studio, he didn't want to stay here, not for a moment.

Just as Dowton was running out of the studio, suddenly, he felt a pain in his ankle, his feet slipped, and he stumbled and fell to the ground, and he turned around in great pain.

Potter crouched behind Douton with a machete, a sneer on his face, as if mocking Ton.