I went downstairs with the painting on my back to leave, and when I walked to the staircase and looked back, there were stumps and short arms all over the floor, drenched in blood, like a scene after a slaughterhouse.

These wax figures are all living people.

But I knew in my heart that I couldn't save them, and what made me even more confused and uneasy was, who brought these living people here?

Normal people will never run into a deserted amusement park for no reason, let alone so many at once.

It is explained that it was done on purpose.

The question is, who is this man?

"Did the painter bring these people here?" I speculated in my heart, but I haven't seen the artist until now, and the only thing I know about his abilities is the resurrected painting.

"If it brought it, then why did it make wax figures of all these people?" I didn't understand it, but I quickly thought of a point and thought to myself, "Does it think it's art?" ”

There is indeed such a kind of person, in the process of creating art, often use the human body, whether it is painting, shooting, or even tattooing, there is body art.

But if it is said that making wax figures of living people is a kind of art, then this creator must be psychopathic.

As I thought as I walked downstairs, the piano on the first floor had stopped, and there was silence all around.

The severed hands were still on the piano keys, and when they saw me coming down, they seemed to be very frightened, and immediately hid behind the piano.

"What are you afraid of, I won't eat you again." I glanced at it, walked past it, came to the door, reached out and tugged at it, and found that the door still wouldn't open.

"The man should be gone." I pulled the axe from my waist and was about to smash the door open, and when I held it, I hesitated again, what if there was too much movement and I brought the man over?

After thinking about it, I looked back and saw the severed hand on the piano keys, and I had an idea.

I walked over to the piano keys with my axe, and the severed hand hid behind me, never daring to show it.

"Don't be afraid, I'll discuss something with you." I crouched down, grabbed my fingers and pulled it out from behind, then picked it up and walked to the door: "Give you a chance to perform, help me open the door, whether you live or die is in your own hands." ”

Then he put it on the door, and the two severed hands grabbed the doorknob and looked as if they were shaking slightly.

I stood by, carrying an axe, and watched it quietly, not saying a word.

Soon, it began to move, and after two tuggings, the door did not move, and there was no sign of opening.

"If you can't pull it open, you have to think of another way." I kindly reminded it on the side.

After a pause, the severed hand suddenly seemed to shrink, and quickly deflated, like a deflated balloon, and soon became as thin as a piece of paper.

I felt a little strange when I saw this, and I saw that it had burrowed into the crack of the door, as if it was fiddling with the door opening, and after a few seconds, the door opened with a "click".

"It's kind of interesting." I gently pushed the door open, and the strange hand quickly changed back to its original form, and ran quickly on the ground with five fingers, back to the piano, and hid.

"I didn't expect there to be so many interesting things in this amusement park." I thought it was funny, and I even thought about taking the severed hand away.

He stopped at the door, looked back at it, and said, "Why don't you follow me?" ”

It heard the sound and stood on the piano keys, its hands facing me, but it didn't move.

I waited for a while, but when I saw that there was still no movement, I sighed: "Don't you want to?" Okay, since you like to stay in this place, stay here, but I can say it, there is no such shop in this village, follow me, maybe I can still protect you, whether you live or die here, it's all up to you. ”

After saying this, it immediately jumped off the piano, put its fingers on the ground and ran over quickly, then jumped up and buckled on my backpack.

I laughed, pushed the door open, and prepared to leave.

This kind of ghost is like a rag doll, and the battle cannot be counted on, but it is still quite useful if you want to get out of a difficult situation.

When the fat boy came to his senses, I fused with it, looked at the corridor outside through the cat's eyes, and found nothing unusual before daring to go out.

As soon as I went out, I saw a pair of bloody footprints on the ground in front of the door.

"Is that the guy just now?" I remembered the man who closed the door, and looked up to see the footprints spilling deep into the hallway.

"Would you like to come along?" I hesitated, mainly because I didn't know who the other party was now, and I didn't know what the strength was, so I didn't dare to move forward rashly.

I came here to look for a long time, but I didn't find my brother.

The pig-headed man chased after my brother, and I don't know where he ran to, it stands to reason that such a big movement can't be heard.

I thought about it for a moment and decided not to follow it for now, but to walk in the opposite direction of the bloody footprints, trying to avoid danger as much as possible.

As he walked, he suddenly heard a terrible scream from the front, and the sound was piercing, and even when all the facilities were running, it was a human voice.

When I heard this, my face changed, and I hurriedly chased after me with an axe, and the sound was not far away, it seemed to be nearby.

After running a few steps forward, I turned a hallway, and came to a narrow intersection, when I suddenly saw a figure in front of me running wildly in my direction.

I hurriedly looked with the cat's eye and was surprised to find that it was the woman in the cage!

She ran frantically forward, looking extremely panicked, as if something was chasing her from behind.

I was standing at the intersection with an axe, and before I could speak, she looked up and found me, probably because it was too dark to see who it was, but I saw the person in front of me carrying an axe, and I was so frightened that I screamed on the spot, and immediately turned around and ran into the next room.

"Don't run! It's me! Seeing this, I hurried after her, and she entered the house, and locked the door with a "bang", and I don't know if I heard my scream.

I stood in front of the door and hurriedly knocked on the door, and I heard a heart-rending cry from inside: "Don't come, don't come, don't come!" ”

"It's me! to save you! ”

She seemed to be terrified, screaming so much that she couldn't hear me at all.

I was standing in front of the door, about to smash it open with an axe, when I suddenly felt the air around me become cold, and I exhaled a cold breath from my mouth.

"Something's coming!" I chuckled in my heart, and turned my head to look, and saw a red balloon floating slowly from the direction where the woman had just run.

This is indoors, there is no wind around, but the balloon is gently floating in the air and swimming forward, which looks extremely weird.

"Balloons?" I was stunned when I saw this thing, and there was silence all around, watching it slowly float over, giving people a sense of depression.

"Why does it feel like it's different from before?" I felt vaguely uneasy, the balloon seemed to be different from the one outside, the temperature of the air around me was dropping, and it was obvious that something was following me.

I clenched my axe and subconsciously took two steps back.

Immediately afterward, the balloon floated to a distance of five meters from me, suddenly stopped, and remained motionless in mid-air.

My palms began to sweat, and I didn't dare to relax the slightest bit as I looked at it.

As the minutes passed, the surroundings began to become strange, as if all the sounds had disappeared in an instant, quietly, and even the sound of his own breathing seemed unusually clear.

After about ten seconds, there was a sudden "bang", and the balloon exploded in mid-air!

Blood splattered from inside, accompanied by strange things everywhere, and the entire corridor was covered in blood.

I hurriedly protected myself and stepped back, and then I heard a bunch of things fall from the ground "crackling", and I hurriedly looked down and saw that it was full of eyeballs.

"Human eyes?" I saw my eyes and blood mixed all over the floor, and my heart was beating violently.

But when I looked at it, I suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Doesn't it seem like a human eye?" These big eyeballs are a little scary: "Human eyeballs should not be that big." ”

I bent down and picked one up, and pinched it hard, not with human eyes.

"It looks like plastic." I looked at it and noticed that there was a lot of velvet around my eyes, all stained red with blood.

"It's a doll?" I watched it for a long time, but I didn't understand what it meant.

What happened when this balloon floated over and then exploded? If there is no substantial harm, what is the woman hiding again?

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a strange sound of "da-da-da" from under my feet, as if it was raining.

When I looked down, I saw that the eyes all over the ground moved on their own, turning over on the floor, and all their eyes were staring at me.