Retracting my steps, I looked at the countless phantoms in the mirror, silently retreated into the house, and closed the door.
"It's too risky."
Even if I had the protection of the ghost, I was not confident that I would be able to escape the labyrinth intact.
Wandering anxiously in the narrow room, I can't be impulsive at this time, I took the mobile phone of the underworld show and communicated with the barrage god in the live broadcast room, but no one had a good proposal, and most of the sailors were also in a state of confusion.
The corners of my clothes were pulled, and I turned my head to see the little girl in the red dress standing in the wooden box.
She pointed to the underside of the wooden chest and motioned for me to push it away.
"There's something hidden under the chest?"
I took out the tongs and knocked on the bottom of the wooden box: "Empty?
” The corners of the wooden box were nailed to the ground, and it took me a lot of effort to pull out the nails, and then I pushed the wooden box, and a deep secret passage with no bottom in sight appeared in front of me.
I shined inward with a flashlight, and the damp walls, moss-grown, and rotten wooden stairs crumbling.
The box was pushed open, and the girl walked inside first, followed by her with suspicion.
Stepping on the creaking stairs, I felt like I was back in a haunted house, the cold breath was coming from all directions, and the average temperature in the cave was much lower than outside.
The girl led the way, and I let the ghost die, my dark hair clinging to the walls of the passage, scrutinizing every inch.
"The maze designer can avoid monitoring and kill people and hide corpses, there is no doubt that there is a secret passage in the labyrinth, but I don't know where this secret passage will lead, and if you keep going, you will meet the people behind the scenes?"
Thinking of this, I slowed down and tried to avoid making a sound.
There was no light underground, and when I reached the end of the stairs, there was a room stacked with miscellaneous items.
The light shines, and the largest number of unfinished dolls in it are the ones who go close and pick up a few to watch, plastic physical dolls, wrapped in a layer of skin on the outside, as for the inside......
"Plaster?"
Smelling the special smell of plaster, I was curious and raised my hand to drop it on the ground.
Then something happened that made me gasp, and after the plastic and plaster wrapped on the outside shattered, the corpse that had been dried inside was revealed.
It is completely deteriorated, the composition of human muscles cannot be seen, the color is purple-black, and the blood vessels are all blocked, which is very terrifying.
"Kill a living person, put it in plaster to solidify, and then wrap it in a layer of plastic to act as a puppet?"
I was shocked into a cold sweat by the murderer's frenzied method of hiding the body, which was easier said than done, and the process was so complicated that the murderer had to stay next to the body for at least three to four weeks.
I looked at a room full of dolls, swung my tongs, and smashed several of them.
The images in front of you are not bloody, but they are more terrifying than those bloody murders.
There are mutilated dolls everywhere, and each ugly toy actually contains a living life.
The house is not large, and it is almost full of dolls.
The girl walked ahead of me, and after a few paces, she suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?"
I followed her gaze, and the girl stood stunned, her scarred hand reaching out to the corner.
Beneath the pile of broken toys was a doll about the size of a girl, with torn strips of red cloth hanging from it, which could be vaguely seen to have been ripped from a red dress.
I moved the dolls around me and dragged this one out.
"The red fabric feels the same as the red dress found in the haunted house, could it be that this doll is hiding the girl's corpse?"
I looked at the doll in my hand, and there was indeed a bit of a girl in my eyebrows, and I couldn't bear to smash the doll in front of her, and I didn't want to prove who the female doll was hiding in.
"Let's go."
I sighed, took off my coat and put it on the almost naked doll, and then put her back in place: "Don't worry, I will definitely catch the murderer and give you an explanation!"
” Walking on, through an iron gate, an unpleasant smell wafted from the air outside, as if it was refining oil, and it seemed to smell of raw wax.
Illuminated with a flashlight, several dusty machines under the beam recreate the hellish scene of five years ago.
Underneath the ground is a small workshop that processes biowax, and what is raw wax is simply a wax made from extracting biological fats.
"The machine was covered in dust, and there were cobwebs growing on the switches, which hadn't been turned on in a long time."
A small wax factory appeared under the labyrinth, and it was an unexpected discovery for me, and I did not rush to leave, accompanied by the girl and the ghost, but walked past each machine, and clearly reproduced in my mind their original devilish behavior.
I remember that there seemed to be a wax museum in the park, and I wondered why there was a wax museum in the amusement park, and that the outdated exhibition hall was completely incompatible with this theme park, which symbolized joy.
Now it is clear that this wax museum is not actually for the living, but only for the corpses to visit.
Thinking of this, I feel even more that the person behind the scenes is psychopathic to the extreme, he not only likes to kill and torture to vent his pleasure, but also makes works of those innocent people who were killed by himself for tourists to see.
It is estimated that when the tourists were talking and laughing and making trouble next to the wax figures, the murderer hid at the door and watched silently, he was enjoying this special thrill, and he was also examining and choosing his next prey.
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Passing through the middle of the machine, the basement was cloudy and smelly.
I walked forward, and there were movable ladders in the aisles on either side, and I tried to climb up the ladders to the top, where the ceiling above my head could be opened, and the outside corresponded to the various surveillance corners of the maze.
"The design is ingenious, and the murderer is a talent, but it's a pity that he didn't follow the right path and used all this talent for crime."
If I entered the labyrinth, I would be attacked by the mirror ghost, so I had to find another way out until I reached the end of the passage.
At the fork in the road, I saw a separate compartment with the door unlocked and hidden.
"There's no dust on the lock, this house was visited before I came."
Pushing the door in, the walls of the small compartment are all covered with cloth, and against the wall is a handmade table covered in graffiti, and on the table are several rag dolls whose eyes and noses have been pulled off.
"Similar to the rag dolls in a haunted house."
I picked one up and looked at it, and the original faces of these rag dolls were torn off, and someone drew other people's faces on them with a pen.
Some of the dolls are only half-painted faces, and many have their faces pierced by the tip of a pen, as if the person who painted them was very short-tempered and deliberately used these dolls to vent.
"Back in the haunted house, I wondered why the facial features of these rag dolls were torn off and then painted with other people's expressions, and now it seems that there should be something else."
I took a rag doll with the tip of a pen piercing my cheek in front of my eyes and pulled out a pen, the pen was a very ordinary pen, but I saw something unusual in the body of the rag doll.
"Hair?"
I took out a lump of woman's hair from the rag doll's torn face, and compared it with the outline of the rag doll's face, this rag doll mountain seems to be a woman's face.
Faintly, as if grasping something, I dismantled several other rag dolls on the table, most of which had long or short hair, some hidden nails, and one with a half-amputated finger hidden inside.
"The rag doll has something hidden from a living person, how does this feel a bit like a head-lowering technique?"
I stared at the faces with different expressions painted on the rag dolls, and suddenly thought of the seemingly endless mirror ghosts in the maze: "Ghosts can't be created for no reason, does each mirror ghost correspond to one such rag doll?"
” I thought of Li Manman, and I thought of the rag doll where the girl in red had a mole on her cheek on the stairs.
"Looks like this thing should be the medium to control the mirror ghost."
The face drawn with a pen on the rag doll is lifelike, as if it was drawn compared to the deceased, quite like a god.