"It sounds incredible. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The old man frowned and analyzed, and at some point, the empty cup in his hand was filled with coffee again. "Oh, it's like a weird wax museum." He looked at Mu Tianyu intentionally or unintentionally, and still couldn't help but ask curiously, "By the way, what about this matter in the future?" What happened again? ”

Mu Tianyu shook his head and leaned back on the sofa. "I don't know, I quit my job as a doctor not long after this happened, in fact, there are some questions that you don't need to know the answers to."

The old man pondered his words, then nodded in satisfaction. "You're quite right, some questions don't need answers, they don't have answers at all. The reason why the event is suspenseful and weird is because there is no answer, and it is up to people to think about it themselves. I still remember reading a horror magazine when I was young, and its preface said something like this: The horror you see will make you frightened, but the horror of imagination can make you collapse. ”

So, the old man took a deep breath and let the tiredness hit him, and he still fell into that unforgettable past.

[The door of the wax museum is lit up, maybe there are real people inside, but no matter how they explain and speculate, I am always uneasy.

"Hey, you see, the door doesn't seem to be closed, it's hidden." The bald head hid in the bushes, and whispered, he was lying next to the half-length stone, and I looked at it, and thought that a stranger was carrying him! It scared me. "Why don't we go in and have a look?"

"Don't, you can't go to this place!" Seeing that I was about to enter the wax museum, I was terrified, and finally couldn't suppress the uneasiness in my heart, and roared: "Besides, it is illegal to trespass on private houses without the permission of others!" ”

I saw two pairs of angry eyes coming at me, no, not two, three! That's right, bald, bold, and Chen Fang all glared at me. This puzzled me, and although I didn't usually have much contact with them, I couldn't get angry, at most I just sneered at them. Then, Daring looked at me viciously and shouted, "Duanmu boy! Don't talk about the school! What is a trespass? A wax museum is a public place. ”

I didn't dare to stop it anymore, to be honest, I had never seen that kind of look before, revealing a murderous aura, as if he wanted to skin me alive! I'm afraid that if I obstruct it repeatedly, I'm afraid that I will end up with no corpse! The night breeze carried the cold, rushing up to my heart and soaking my back! I had forgotten that I had been bitten by mosquitoes before, and now I only felt numb, and I stepped into the wax museum, like falling into an ice cave.

The heavy door was gently pushed open, and the antechamber was truly brilliant and breathtaking, and I looked out and saw the man under the attic! That woman! To be exact, it is a wax figure, and I have to admire the exquisite art of the carver, which is really vivid! I thought the woman was staring at me from the attic! Especially those eyes, with a hint of confusion in the ethereal, she is really beautiful.

"Oh my God, scare me!" The bald head next to me exclaimed, and I looked at it. It turned out that on the right hand side of the entrance gate, there was also a "person", a man, sitting in front of the piano, wearing a simple black dress, like Yasuo, a performer in "Song and Dance".

Just as I could see it, Chen Fang exclaimed, "Piano? Is that a piano? For the townspeople, this rare luxury is only found in musicals. So far, I haven't seen it with my own eyes, so my eyes are on that piano as well. "Oh my God, this really is a piano!" As she spoke, she slowly approached, and I followed.

"Yes, piano, I went to the bazaar with my father last year and saw it in the opera house, and it was exactly like it." Be bold and appreciate the piano in front of you like appreciating the tricky cheats.

For some reason, when I saw this gentleman playing the piano, even though I knew that it was just a wax figure, I couldn't help but feel a wave of astonishment when I swept its eyes! Those clear eyes are so realistic. "Don't touch it!" I subconsciously shouted, but I didn't have time to stop Chen Fang, her slender little hand was already on the keys. Oh no, oh no! I was terrified, for fear that the sound would disturb others and cause me to notice.

However, this rhythm has not yet arrived. "Hey, what's going on?" Chen Fang's face was confused for a while, and her plucked fingers pressed on the keys continuously. "Why can't you press it?" As she tapped, I reached out curiously.

The moment I touched the keys of the piano, I completely understood, and completely figured out the doubts in my heart! It turns out that everything in this wax museum is made of wax figures! Yes, that's right, that's right! The excitement in my heart was frantically cathartic. I scanned the surroundings, my eyes flustered, snapping in everything. The piano is a wax figure, the person is also a wax figure, the cabinet table behind it is a wax figure, the wooden chair is also a wax figure, and even the display items and the stairs of the attic are wax figures, and I am afraid that only the light in the candlestick is not.

"Oh my God, that's what a wax museum really means." I couldn't help but sigh that there was a new interpretation here.

"Eh, come here!" The bald head heading towards the antechamber shouted and beckoned to us. "Quick, come and see, you won't guess." I followed in the footsteps of Daring and Chen Fang and quickly rushed over.

It was another wax figure, a middle-aged man of about forty years old, wearing sunglasses, sitting in front of a shop window, holding a newspaper in his hand. The window is just a temporary scene, like a person playing the piano. The only difference, however, was that this newspaper, because of the confusion, I read it more carefully, it was indeed just a newspaper, very ordinary paper, with dark brown spots on it, it should have been for a long time, and even the paper was moldy because of it.

"Still remembered?" The bald head glanced at me and turned bold again. "The writer who often appears in the tavern, the one who gets drunk and talks nonsense!" His expectant eyes roamed back and forth on us. "Don't remember? Just a few years ago! When I first arrived at the school! ”

"Oh!" Nod boldly. "Yes, I remember, he wanders around the night every time he's drunk! I slipped into my uncle's backyard and almost didn't get bitten to death by that damn "Oak"! ”

I was silent, and I vaguely remembered the person they were talking about, and now, when I looked at this wax figure again, I suddenly had a sense of déjà vu! I used to know the gentleman who drank wine, and he was only blinded by a merciless fate. And you can't see the road in front of you. He always wore a pair of sunglasses, just to keep his grief from others. (To be continued.) )