Chapter 31 Wax Figure Strange Story (Please read on!) In fact, stealing the diary was not complicated in Liu Yonglu's eyes. It was divided into three steps. The first step was to take the diary out of the drawer, the second step was to run out of the wax museum, and the third step was to leave the town of Excel. The first step, which he thought was the most troublesome, was to open the drawer. Liu Yonglu had noticed when he was holding a meeting with these senior executives at the wax museum a few hours ago that there was a lock on the drawer of Lewis's desk, but he didn't know where the key was hidden. However, Liu Yonglu remembered the shape of the keyhole. As soon as he saw it, he knew what was going on. The key was hanging on BK's wrist. This was a bit tricky. It would be easy to steal if he hid it somewhere else, but it would be difficult to take it away without anyone noticing if he was wearing it on his body. Besides, Lewis didn't seem to like physical contact with others. But he was not panicking. Just as he had thought just now, it would be useless to steal it now. He would have to let him write for a few days anyway. Both the host and the guests enjoyed the meal of mutton skewers. After the banquet, Liu Yonglu overcame his inner demons with great difficulty, rejected the kind invitations of several female leaders in the sect, and returned to the monastery with an anxious heart. Liu Yonglu's schedule for the next few days is quite fixed. He went to the shelter to check in in the morning, not for anything else, but to keep an eye on Marcus in the prison and the believer who lost Carol's bag. Now he was a high-ranking official in the sect, and no one dared to question him no matter what he did. Liu Yonglu asked his new successor Xiaoji for a lot of medicinal wine for hypnosis and anesthesia, and he would give it to the two men on time every morning, and he would consider his mission accomplished. He returned to the monastery at noon to have lunch and take a nap. In the afternoon, he played with Xiaohu in the yard with ants. As soon as it got dark, he took Xiaohu out and went straight to the mutton kebab stall.
This stall has been set up since the second day of the banquet. No one patronized it at first, but gradually the townspeople discovered that many nobles in the city stopped their carriages in front of the stall to taste the skewers. Several curious coachmen also bought two skewers. The reputation of this delicacy spread. Now in the evening on the streets of Axel, there are long queues in front of the stall, and it is difficult to get a skewer. Of course Liu Yonglu didn't have to queue or pay. His face was his pass to the mutton kebab stall. Even if he was in a good mood today and wanted to grill two skewers himself, all he had to do was give him a look. Every day when you walk to the stall, someone will naturally prepare tables, chairs and skewers of meat for you. He usually asked the waiters to put his table far away. The kebab stall was two blocks away from the wax museum, so Liu Yonglu moved his table to the street corner of the wax museum and ate kebabs while monitoring the situation in the wax museum. "Xiaohu, why don't you throw away all the fat? It's more delicious with both fat and lean meat." Liu Yonglu was very happy while taking a sip of draft beer and eating skewers of meat. Xiaohu, who was sitting opposite him, was still in the same state, stroking the mutton with empty eyes, except that there was a small piece of fat in front of him that he had shed. He shook his head mechanically when Liu Yonglu asked him a question. "You are such a jerk, kid. I was planning to ask them to roast some kidneys in a couple of days. If you don't like fatty food, you probably won't like kidneys either." He squinted his eyes and looked at the study window on the third floor of the wax museum. It was 9 o'clock and the lights inside were still on. Lewis was still writing in his diary. He had asked someone to buy him a typewriter, which would be delivered next week. Could a person really write 20,000 words a day? His quill pen had already produced sparks in the past two days. There was a knock on the door, and it was Mrs. Morendi who opened the door. She was wearing a thin nightgown, biting her plump lips, with a spring look in her eyes, and her complexion was much fuller and rosier than a few days ago. She looked like a ripe peach, holding a glass of sparkling wine and tilting her head to look at Lewis. "My dear, how long will you be busy?" "Wait a moment longer, give me half an hour, no, twenty minutes will be enough, there are only the last thousand words left." Lewis shook his wrist fiercely and began to write furiously again. "Well, you'd better come in before I get drunk. It won't be fun to play when I'm drunk." Lewis wanted to strangle himself at this moment. Why did he agree so immediately when Mr. Dou said so? He gritted his teeth and finally finished writing the last few words. Then he carefully locked the diary in the drawer. Ten minutes later, in a huge bedroom, five figures were entangled together. Lewis had a crazy expression and wild movements, as if he wanted to vent all the bad feelings he had from a day of writing at his desk. The women on his left were two Dorothys, one of whom was completely naked but still wearing that luxurious hat, pouring honey on herself. If you look closely at the other Dorothy, you can find that her movements are stiff and her expression seems frozen on that face. It is the wax figure of Dorothy. She is wearing the brown-gray apron that an ordinary farm girl wears. In the light of the candle, one can seem to see a sense of humiliation and sadness in her frozen eyes. Opposite the two Dorothys were the two Morandis. Their situations were similar to Dorothy's. One, a naked Morandi, had a seductive and vivid expression, while the other, a wax figure Morandi wearing an old waitress's clothes, moved awkwardly and clumsily. This is Lewis's crazy game every night. He is intoxicated in it and cannot extricate himself. This is the reward he deserves as a blind believer in God. Reason and kindness are worthless in front of God's will. Only indulgence and chaos are the notes that the world should have.
Two hours later, the bedroom door was finally opened, and the inside was filled with a lustful smell. Mrs. Morandi changed her clothes and prepared to leave the wax museum. Unlike Dorothy, she was not a frequent visitor to the wax museum. Today was her first time to participate in such an exciting game, which was truly unforgettable and wonderful. Walking in Lewis' wax museum, she looked around and saw wax figures of all shapes and sizes. They had different movements and there were corresponding furniture beside them to coordinate with their movements. If she didn't know that this was a wax museum, she would have really thought that a god from heaven had sent down a will and frozen a moment in the world here forever. But... she had a strange feeling from the beginning, these wax figures seemed to be looking at her. She was a high-ranking member of the cult, so she naturally knew the origins of the wax figures. Although their outer shells were just fragile melted wax, they still had human souls hidden inside. Are their souls asleep? Can they still think? She thought of the two wax figures in the bedroom just now, the two humble poor girls, and wondered what they would think when they saw their bodies doing that. Mrs. Morandi pulled up a cruel smile at the corner of her mouth. Thinking of what had just happened, her body unconsciously became hot again. He stretched out his arm and gently stroked a wax figure. It was a young man who was sitting on a chair and pounding the horseshoe in front of him. Morandi knew him. His name was Sergei. Of course, this was the name of his new soul in his body. And the name of this handsome guy has long disappeared from this world. Just as his hand slid down the handsome boy's cheek to his straight nose, the wax figure suddenly raised its head mechanically, as if it wanted to speak but could not make any sound. He lifted the horseshoe in his hand, and Morandi discovered that there was a line of small words engraved crookedly on the horseshoe. "kill me." Kill you? Mrs. Morundi chuckled and shook her head slightly. The reason why God can exercise God's rights in the cult is because God's power is so strong that it is indescribable. Even making mortals obey is a gift. The wax figures in front of them were like ants in the mud. They could see human boots and think they were insurmountable mountains. But they could shake the mountains and the earth in an instant. This was a scene they could not understand. Only fear and awe are the only remaining paths in the face of such a gap. The lowly souls should hide obediently in the molten wax shell. Being called out to have some fun is a great favor to them. Mrs. Morandi gently took off her high heels and lifted one foot over. The wax figure hesitated for a few seconds and then rubbed her feet with its face like a kitten. Unfortunately, no matter how good Mr. Lewis's craftsmanship is, he can't make a tongue for the wax figure. Even so, Mrs. Morendi's body is still getting hotter and hotter. Just as she couldn't help herself and was enjoying it, the wax figure suddenly stretched out its two hands and grabbed her ankles fiercely. The force was so great that Mrs. Morandi lost her balance and fell to the ground. She struggled hard to pull her feet back, but found that the wax figure was holding them tightly. She could even feel the special touch of her nails embedded in the melted wax. She screamed and kicked hard with her other foot, but to no avail. She looked at the young man's wax figure's face again. Although the expression was still the same, for some reason Morandi felt a terrible breath of twisted revenge. The handsome face looked forward blankly. In the silent night, she heard a faint sound, like the sound of a handful of gray stone pouring out from the cracks in the wall. "Ah!" She felt her ankle was broken, but because of the deformation of the foot bone, she took the opportunity to pull her foot out. Mrs. Morendi had no time to put on her shoes. She endured the severe pain and limped forward dragging her injured foot. She had to leave this damn place quickly before she was killed by the wax figure behind her. The other wax figures were staring blankly at everything in front of them in the dark hall. They still maintained their original postures, but Mrs. Morandi felt that all the wax figures were smiling at her. Finally, they arrived in front of a room, and Mrs. Morandi prayed silently in her heart, "Don't lock the door, don't lock the door." The moment she turned the doorknob, she was so excited that she almost cried. After entering the room, she slammed the door shut. Only then did she realize that she had fled into Mr. Lewis's study in a panic. The study was very large. In addition to accommodating Lewis's oversized desk, there was also a wall of bookshelves, and opposite the bookshelf were five wax figures. Wax figure!? Mrs. Morandi was already a frightened bird. She looked towards the place where the wax figure was usually placed, only to find that there was nothing there.
This made her feel slightly relieved, but her heart immediately rose again. The wax figures were not in their original positions, so where did they go? Mrs. Morandi's eyes had adjusted to the darkness by then, and she noticed that in the depths of the study, farthest from the window, there were several figures sitting there, with the darkness rising and falling, and no one knew what they were doing. Hi, I have to trouble you all today. Please help me catch up to the last chapter. Thank you. It's a pity that these two chapters today are just for easing the topic, not for the main part. But what's wrong with easing the topic? It's good to easing the topic, because I am a very serious person. (Hippie smile) I would also like to report on the progress of my subsequent writing. When I was writing a major event a few days ago (I have always saved a draft), I was so worried that I couldn’t sleep all night. Why? I had to ensure the quality, so I revised tens of thousands of words several times, and the scrap draft may have only written 5 words, but fortunately, I feel that I have made some progress. So everyone should be as at ease as possible, there will be more interesting characters and funnier plots waiting for you later. It's a new day again, I wish you all a happy work and life. (End of this chapter)