But there was no one around, and no one asked if they wanted to.

I wandered around for a while, and suddenly I saw a slightly hunchbacked old man with white hair, sweeping the road with a broom, in the desolate cemetery.

I walked straight over and greeted the old man, "Uncle, I want to ask you about a place, is there a beauty wax museum nearby?" ”

The old man turned to look at me, looked at me with a pair of old yellow eyes, pointed with his thin arm like a withered branch, and said in a hoarse voice: "Young man, you see that the old building, a mile behind the building, is the Beauty Wax Museum." ”

"Thank you, uncle."

I was just about to leave when the old man suddenly asked again. "Young man, what are you doing at the Beauty Wax Museum?"

"Oh, uncle, I won't tell you, I want to go to the Beauty Wax Museum and make a wax figure." I said.

The old man nodded thoughtfully, and his throat moved, as if to say something, but the words came to his lips and swallowed again.

I was also a little puzzled, so I asked, "Uncle, if you have anything to say, just say it." ”

The old man smiled unnaturally stiff, "Oh, nothing, lad. Then he went to clean the cemetery again.

What a strange old man.

I walked around again, and sure enough, at the back of an old building, I found the beauty wax museum.

The wax museum is an old-fashioned three-story building, with two large brown wooden doors on the first floor.

I knocked on the door, "Knock knock", and then shouted, "Is anyone there?" ”

There was no answer inside, and I knocked a few more times, but still no one answered.

Just about to walk away. Suddenly, I vaguely heard that in this wax museum, there seemed to be a girl giggling.

I was shocked, could it be that there was someone inside? Then he turned and went back, knocked on the door, and shouted, "Is anyone there?" But there was still no answer, and I put my ear to the door, and there was no sound inside.

I peeked in through the very narrow gap between the two wooden doors, and I seemed to see a shadow dancing in the ethereal space, because the light inside was too dark, and the crack in the door was too narrow, so I could only judge that it was a humanoid shadow, and from the curve of the body, it should be roughly a girl, which seemed to be real and illusory.

At this moment, someone suddenly tapped me on the shoulder from behind, and I was intently watching the movement inside, which scared me so much that I almost went into cardiac arrest and almost jumped up.

Hurriedly turned his head to see that it was a middle-aged man with a white peaked cap, his eyes were bright, about thirty-one or twelve years old.

He smiled heartily and said with great interest, "Sir, what are you doing here?" ”

I coughed, "Hello, Jing Artist, my name is Qin Ming, I have seen your art gallery on the Internet, and I want to make a wax figure." ”

Seeing that I was going to bring him business, he was also very enthusiastic.

Then he took out the key, inserted it into the keyhole in the door, twisted it twice, and then pushed it, and the two wooden doors creaked open, and the sunlight came in.

I scanned around to find the dancing woman, but found that the hall was quiet and there was no one at all.

To be exact, there should be no living people, because in the corners of the walls, there are several lifelike wax figures.

Moreover, in the hall, there are several paintings, these paintings, the style of painting is heavy, basically related to death.

Some are very weird, for example, in a painting, there are several people dining, these people have no pupils, and some people, their limbs are blood-red grid-shaped, coupled with the thick lines outlined, it looks terrifying.

There are also skeletons that crawl out of graves.

Some of the paintings depict scenes in hell, and heavy colors such as darkness and blood predominate anyway.

Of course, I don't know much about the world of these artists.

However, in one painting, I saw a familiar person, who seemed to be Cheng Yuhan. That is, his ex-wife, this painting, painted Cheng Yuhan quite tragically.

Although it is only a painting, I feel a burst of inexplicable pain and nausea when I look at it.

How much does this Jing Ze have to hate Cheng Yuhan to paint her so miserably.

There is a sentence that is hated because of love, presumably Jing Ze and Cheng Yuhan, the couple, have interpreted this sentence to the fullest, love wants love to die and live, and hate must hate to grow old.

At this time, I consciously asked, "Artist Jing, who is painting this picture, and why is it so miserable?" It was as if the body had been dismembered. ”

Jing Ze looked at the painting and said with a confused look: "This is my ex-wife." ”

"I'm sorry, I just think it's too miserable to draw this person, so I asked casually."

He rubbed the painting and said, "I love my ex-wife very much. ”

I asked, "Artist Jing, let me take the liberty of asking, since you love your ex-wife so much, why do you paint so badly?" I don't know much about art, but I'm interested and want to ask about the meaning of this painting. ”

Jing Ze looked at this painting and said with a clear gaze: "This is not miserable, this is a kind of death art, the beauty of death exists in many great works of art, I have been obsessed with this beauty of death since I was a child, death is not the end, but a new beginning, and my ex-wife." I didn't understand the art I was pursuing, and I left me. Speaking of this, he stopped, his expression a little sensational, as if he recalled the past with Cheng Yuhan.

I nodded, and then asked, "Artist Jing, I don't quite understand the beauty of death you are talking about, what do you mean when you say that death is not the end, but a new beginning?" ”

Jing Ze asked me rhetorically, "Do you think death is the end?" ”

I spread my hands and said, "Yes, I think death is the end, after a person dies, he himself has completely disappeared from this world, the end." ”

Jing Ze shook his head with emotion, looked at Cheng Yuhan's painting and said: "No, death is not the end, death ends in the body, and the rest will not end." ”

"Jing Ze, you mean, after a person dies, there is indeed a soul or something?"

Jing Ze opened the topic, "Each has its own point of view. ”

At this time, I scanned the paintings again, and suddenly I found a painting of the back of a little girl, who was squatting on the ground, with two pigtails on her head, and wearing a small flower gown.

I instantly chuckled in my heart, isn't this the little girl I saw at the bottom of the valley? How did it appear on Jingze's painting.

I couldn't suppress the curiosity and fear in my heart, so I asked directly, "Artist Jing, who is this little girl?" How not to draw the front. Only one back was drawn. ”

Jing Ze replied: "This is my child with my ex-wife. ”

I was very puzzled when I heard it, so Cheng Yuhan clearly said that he divorced because he had no children, why did Jing Ze suddenly say that he had a child?

Jing Ze said: "I don't have children with her, but we like children very much, so I painted a picture, this painting, two pictures." The front of the child is kept with my ex-wife. ”

I see.

I am now in my heart, and I am entangled in the question, is the little girl I saw at the bottom of the valley a human or a ghost? It's confusing.

He then changed the topic and said, "Mr. Qin Ming, the wax figures I make here are divided into different prices, three or five thousand. There are also thirty or fifty thousand, and the production cycle and fineness are different. ”

I laughed and said, "Is it so expensive to make a wax figure?" ”

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's not expensive, but I can discount it." ”

I replied, "Well, I'll go back and think about it, and if I do, I'll come back." ”

"That's okay, Mr. Qin Ming, I'll wait for your news."

After leaving the wax museum, I happened to come across a car coming this way, but this was not an ordinary car, but a hearse!

Jing Ze stepped forward, and a man wearing sunglasses got out of the hearse, and then the two talked about something, and Jing Ze looked at me from time to time, as if he was afraid that I would hear something.

I walked away to keep him from getting suspicious.

But I didn't really go. Instead, he walked around the neighborhood and sneaked back quietly, secretly observing Jing Ze's conversation with the man.

The two walked into the art room, and I sneaked to the hearse, and when I looked inside, it was a coffin, but this coffin was a little strange, it seemed to be stainless steel, and there was a yellow rune paper pasted on it, what was it for? What's in the coffin?

Just then, I heard them come in this direction again, and hurried away.

After a while, the hearse drove away.

There are no taxis around the week, so I can't catch up if I want to.

Things are really getting weirder and weirder, the hearse, the stainless steel coffin, and a yellow talisman is pasted on it, could it be that there is something suppressed in the coffin? Zombies or goblins?

Also, Jingze is a three-story building, what are the second and third floors?

When I looked outside, there were thick curtains, and I couldn't see it at all.

At this time, I received a text message on my mobile phone, "Cheng Yuhan is missing!" Come to Mingli Community and meet me tonight! ”

It's a message sent by Zhang Hu.

It just so happened that the old man from the cemetery was also here, and when the old man saw me, he said thoughtlessly, "Young man, let's go to the wax art museum less." ”

"Uncle, why?"

According to the old man, there are ghosts hitting the wall and going during the day. You can find the three-story building, and after twelve o'clock in the morning, you can't find it again.

The old man has been looking at the cemetery here for more than 30 years, and said that the three-story building was a murderous house. After twelve o'clock in the night, the evil spirits in the small building will come out and wander, covering people's eyes, and people will not be able to find the small building.

"Uncle, what you said is so mysterious. It's really fake, it's still a murderous house. I was a little curious, so I started talking to the old man on the side of the road.

The two of them sat on the side of the road, and the old man smoked a cigarette, pulled up the chatterbox, and began to talk.

said that the small building was built by an upstart a few decades ago. Some people say that they dug a big tomb, took the treasure from it, and then sold it on the black market, so they got rich, and some people say that they intercepted and killed a rich businessman, and then they got rich, in short, the money is not good.

Not long after the building was built, the little daughter of this nouveau riche always cried at night, and she couldn't be coaxed no matter how she coaxed, so she went to the hospital for treatment. couldn't cure the reason, and then this nouveau riche suddenly hanged himself.

The nouveau riche wife sold the building and left with her daughter, and the buyer moved in, and there were always strange things, and then the buyer didn't live in it anymore, so he rented it out. But three or five months after the lease was out, the tenant moved out, saying that he couldn't live in it, and it didn't stop until the lease was given to the artist.

Some people say that this artist is hard-hitting and can control what is inside.

Oh, yes.

Finally, the old man solemnly warned me not to go after midnight, for the evil spirits in the house do not come out during the day, but will come out at night.

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