I turned around and ran, only to feel something swoop up behind me and grab me on the back.

It was like an extremely cold piece of ice, and my body was frozen to the point that it stiffened instantly.

At this juncture, the door of the studio suddenly opened, and wisps of moonlight poured in, and I rushed out, but I didn't want to bump into someone.

I thought it was Zhang Hu, but when I looked closely, it turned out to be Jing Ze!

It was him, indeed, though. At this time, his face was very white, as if he had been coated with a layer of white milk, just like the white face painted by Cao Cao in Peking Opera.

There was some confusion and confusion in his eyes, "Qin Ming, what are you doing here at night?" He then looked inside and exclaimed, "You stole something?" ”

At this time, I also looked back and saw that there were many things scattered on the stairs from the second floor to the first floor, and these things were the "human corpses" and "wax figures" that chased me just now, but it seemed that they had broken after falling.

These things were all living "ghosts" just now, and they almost strangled me, so why are they all like this now?

Jing Ze took out the phone and angrily called the police, saying that someone had burglarized. He caught one of them.

Say what the reason is, go to the public security bureau to explain.

said that these things are all works of art that he worked so, but I didn't expect them to be destroyed like this!

Not long after, with a flash of red and green, two police cars drove from a distance, and five police officers came down, and among them, there happened to be Mu Ling, who looked at me and was also stunned, which meant that he didn't expect it to be me.

At this time, I don't have anything to explain, and I can't explain these strange things at all. Of course, I didn't say I came to steal, I just kept silent.

The police officers inspected the broken wax figures, went up to the second floor to take a look, took pictures for evidence, and said something to Jing Ze.

At this time, I wondered how the corpses of the dead people I saw on the second floor were all made of wax figures now.

The bodies of the boys and girls were not found.

And the head of the old man of the Qing Dynasty has actually become a wax figure, which is really weird.

After some conversation with Jing Ze, I was taken back to the police station.

First, in a conference room, Mu Ling asked me privately, asking me what I was doing, whether I was stealing something, and I said no, but what I was doing, I can't explain it now.

Later, two police officers came to question me again, but I remained mostly silent and didn't say much.

It was until early in the morning.

Mu Ling told me that after the appraisal, the value of Jing Ze's broken and damaged wax figures is about 300,000 yuan, if Jing Ze sues me for burglary and destruction of property, then I will not only have to lose money but also go to jail, and now the best way is to mediate with Jing Ze in private, if it is really not possible, I will accompany some more money, and try to let Jing Ze not sue me, so that I can avoid prison.

I have no choice at this time, I can only talk to Jing Ze about the conditions, 300,000, and I can't get it if I am killed.

Jing Ze did not insist on suing me, but asked me to promise him one condition. You don't have to make me lose money and you don't sue me.

It was strange to me, but now, on any terms, as long as it was not a crime, I had to agree to him.

Jing Ze said that this condition was for me to be his wax model.

This condition surprised me a little, and he said that he was going to make me a dead man and participate in a contest about the art of death.

What the hell is this Art of Death contest? He didn't tell me, and I had to say yes. The agreement was signed.

Jing Ze said that to participate in this death art competition, you must first imitate the dead.

It is not easy to imitate a dead man, not only with makeup, but also with the breath of a "dead man".

Speaking of this, I suddenly remembered that night, on the second floor of Jing Ze's studio, I saw that girl, and she said that she was experiencing the taste of death, could it be that she was also preparing to participate in this death art competition?

I wondered. Ask Jing Ze, how can a big living person have the breath of a dead man?

This Jingze gave me a very quaint copper incense burner, and then asked this to take this incense burner, light the incense, and take the last bus every night.

Saying that if I sit down like this for ten days, I will have that kind of "dead man" atmosphere, and in this way, the imitation will be more like a dead man, because the artists who participate in this death art competition are of a very high standard, and whoever does not look very much like a dead man will be seen through at a glance.

I don't know how it works, but I have to get in the car as he asks.

In fact, on the first day, I didn't take the car according to Jing Ze's request, but on the second day, he knew, and I also wondered, how could he know that I didn't take the car, could it be that he had been secretly monitoring me?

I had no choice but to take the evening bus with the incense burner.

The last bus in the evening, there were very few people, I remember the first day of taking the bus, just myself, after getting on the bus, the driver saw me holding an incense burner. There was surprise in his eyes, but he didn't ask anything.

I sat in a seat in the back row, holding the incense burner, and I didn't know what the incense was made of, and the smell made people feel a little drowsy.

I was dozing off. Suddenly, the car stopped suddenly, and I hurriedly opened my eyes, only to see the bus driver, whose face was pale and his eyes were wide open, very unsightly. In my experience, eighty percent of them hit people.

Sure enough, the driver got out of the car, and I followed, because, after the car hit someone, it couldn't continue to drive, but the driver looked around the car and didn't find anything, and looked at the bottom of the car on his stomach, but still didn't find anything.

I didn't see any blood on the ground. Could it be that the driver was wrong.

When I got into the car again, the driver looked at me and said, "Young man, what are you doing with an incense burner?" ”

I replied, "Master, I love to smell this fragrance." ”

According to Jing Ze's meaning, I sat on the ground ten times, then got off the train, and handed him the incense burner the next day.

After five or six days of driving, I found a strange scene, that is, when I was walking in the crowd, I always felt that there were a pair of eyes staring at me, and when I went to look for it, I couldn't find anything, but as soon as I walked, this feeling came again, and when I looked around, I didn't find anything.

This strange feeling makes people feel a little uneasy.

I remember one terrifying night, that day, I was taking the bus, and I saw a woman standing on the platform not far away, this woman had long hair, her head was down, standing on the platform, and a little girl was holding in her hand. Shaking his right hand, he seemed to be intercepting the bus, but the bus driver turned a blind eye and drove straight over.

The long-haired woman was chasing after her.

I asked, "Master." There was someone on that platform just now, why didn't you stand down? ”

When the old driver heard this, he looked in the rearview mirror and said to me, "Young man, where is there anyone?" I didn't see it just now. ”

I felt a hint of panic, and I didn't know if the old driver said this on purpose. Or am I mistaken.

But since holding the incense burner, I do feel like I'm getting a little nervous.

Moreover, Jing Ze said, to have the breath of a dead man, could it be that I am now infected with the breath of a dead man? The woman with the disheveled hair you just saw is still a ghost?

This inference is terrifying.

Moreover, when walking on the road, the feeling of being stared at became stronger and stronger, as if those eyes came from all directions, some from the upstairs on both sides of the road, some from the underground, anyway, extremely uncomfortable.

When I wash my hair. As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt that there were several pairs of eyes staring at me, which made me panic and even collapsed.

But because he signed a contract with Jing Ze, he had to do it. But. What happened next made me even more frightened, one day, I was taking a shower in the bathroom, only to find that on the bathroom mirror, there was only a floating white mist, and there was no image of me!

In other words, now the mirror does not reflect my image!

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