They went around the church and arrived in front of the wax museum.
The wax museum was in the style of Eastern culture. In fact, in most people's impression, wax figurines had always been something for Westerners. For example, many people had heard of Madame Tussauds Wax Museum. It was one of the most famous business cards in the world of wax figurines.
But this wax museum, not to mention the two wax figures of Black and White Ghosts of Impermanence placed at the entrance, which showed a sense of oriental culture, even the image of Laozi was carved on the wall on one side of the museum.
However, the image of "Lao Zi" should be a stone sculpture, not a wax statue. The cow under the stone sculpture was actually a wax statue.
When Zhou Ze walked over with the little boy, he happened to see a group of people arguing. Wang Ke and the little girl were also standing there. Seeing Zhou Ze, Wang Ke took the initiative to walk over.
"What's wrong?" asked Zhou Ze.
"They said that the image of Lao Zi is too big, and it's not in line with the rules. It needs to be rectified. They are negotiating with them."
"Oh."
The little boy looked at the little girl.
The little girl pouted and ignored the little boy, but when she turned her head, there was a smile on her face. She did not seem to hate this classmate who had just joined the class.
Wang Ke was so focused on talking to Zhou Ze that he did not notice that the cabbage he had planted was being pushed away.
The negotiation was over. Zhou Ze did not know the exact result, but the opening ceremony that had been interrupted resumed.
There was no performance team or emcee, only a man and a woman in the wax museum's uniform. The man was welcoming the guests, while the woman was giving a simple opening speech with a microphone.
There were not many people who came to support the opening ceremony. Most of them were nearby shops that had received the invitation flyers, or friends of the boss like Wang Ke. They did not do too much publicity, nor did they invite a TV station.
Generally speaking, setting up a Western scene in a small city, and having something to do with "culture", "tradition", "custom", and so on, was the easiest way to touch the hearts of local leaders.
In recent years, the traditional cultural farce that had been stirred up all over the country was also because of this. Even if it was made out of nothing, it was still made out of nothing.
Since he could open a wax museum in this area, he must be as stupid as Mr. Zhou, who opened a bookstore here. Moreover, he did it in such a low-key manner, which was really puzzling.
Things like art should be seen and appreciated by people themselves. Anyway, there were explanation cards under each wax figure, so there was no need for people to hold a loudspeaker to narrate them individually.
Moreover, lingering in this place was actually enjoying this kind of tranquility.
Zhou Ze and Wang Ke each held a child's hand and walked inside.
The space inside was quite large, with two floors. The first entrance was a lifelike wax figure of Bruce Lee.
It was the standard.
"Ada!"
The movement of.
Next, there were many wax figures of famous people in the world. Of course, if the original owners knew about it, many of the wax figures here were not authorized. If the original owners knew about it, they could sue the wax museum if they took it seriously.
But it was also because this place was low-key and the wax figurines had little influence in China, so it shouldn't be a big problem.
"Daddy, are the people here all made of wax?"
The little girl asked curiously.
"No, many wax figures nowadays use silicone technology, so they are also called silicone wax figures," Wang Ke replied.
"Ah, what's silicone?"
"Silicone, it's a special material, it's …"
"It's put here for women."
The little boy immediately touched his two Mai Mai.
Zhou Ze covered his face.
Wang Ke was speechless.
The little girl snorted and said disdainfully,
"Hooligan!"
The little boy didn't care. He was even a little proud.
In school, many boys liked to play tricks on girls. In fact, it was just to attract the girls' attention. They were shy and not as good at expressing themselves as adults.
They also didn't have the courage to park their car in front of the school and put a bottle of pulse on it.
There weren't many tourists. Many of them came and casually walked around before leaving. It could be considered as giving face, and it was enough to show some respect.
Moreover …
Many people couldn't stand the feeling of walking under the gaze of wax figures. Many people's childhood shadows even came from the wax figures.
Looking at these humanoid wax figures, many people would naturally think of them as corpses
In addition, no matter how exquisite the wax figure was, there would always be some "Stiff" details that could be captured by you. It was terrifying to think about.
This was actually a bit like the "Uncanny Valley" theory. However, it described a pair of machines that were very similar to humans, but the essence was still the same.
Because of this …
After walking around and looking around for a while …
In the wax museum, other than Zhou Ze and his group, there didn't seem to be many customers left.
"If we rely on the ticket money, we won't even be able to recoup the cost of the electricity bill."
Zhou Ze sighed.
"What a prodigal."
"It's good that you like it, isn't it?" Wang Ke replied with a smile.
In other words …
Aren't you the same?
The little girl was very interested in the wax figure. As she looked at the wax figure, she read the information card below. Naturally, the little boy followed. This forced Zhou Ze and Wang Ke to accompany her.
There was a small area in front of them. There was a door with a sign hanging on it. It said, "Those with weak mental endurance are not allowed to enter."
This sign could actually be changed to "I'll just take a look. I really won't go in."
If a normal tourist came here and saw this sign, how could they not go in and take a look?
Just as Wang Ke pushed the door open and was about to go in …
The female employee who had been standing at the door and speaking with the microphone walked over and said,
"It's best for children not to go in here because it's very scary inside. It might not be good for children."
Hearing this,
Wang Ke nodded.
He didn't plan to bring the little girl in.
"Do you dare to go in?"
The little girl asked the little boy beside her.
The little boy puffed out his chest.
In front of a woman …
How could he say "No"?
As he said that …
The little boy took the initiative to walk in,
The female employee wanted to stop him,
But was stopped by Zhou Ze,
At that moment …
He followed the little boy and walked in.
The lights inside were very dim, but they were also very clear.
Turning left after entering the door,
A pile of wax figures appeared in front of them,
Blood,
Ferocious,
Fear,
These details were vividly displayed.
Zhou Ze and the little boy let out a long sigh of relief at the same time,
Phew …
It was comfortable!
The atmosphere here …
I like it!
These stacked wax figures of corpses were probably taken from a photo during the French Revolution.
Many of the wax figures here were very heavy.
Zhou Ze had been to some haunted houses in amusement parks before, where they liked to use some paper dolls or cotton wrapped things to scare you.
Actually, that thing was really not scary, but it was very disgusting.
But the horror inside..,
Was actually a perfect combination of art and horror,
Every piece of work had a deep meaning behind it, and it also showed the creator's own thinking.
For people who really liked this kind of taste, it was no less than a feast for the eyes.
In fact, people's spiritual needs were many, especially after passing the early stage of only pursuing food and clothing,
That kind of pursuit and need..,
Was far from something that could be easily summarized with a few glorious words.
Of course..,
This wax museum had placed this part of the work in a separate isolated area in the depths, probably because they were afraid of trouble.
One had to know..,
The statue of "Laozi" on the wall outside was already in trouble.
He admired it as he walked,
Until he was about to reach the exit..,
Zhou Ze stopped in his tracks.
The little boy looked at Zhou Ze strangely, then followed Zhou Ze's gaze.
This was a wax figure of a king,
But the shape was very strange,
In the past few years, the popular TV series "Song of Ice and Fire" had made the "Iron Throne" very famous,
But the throne in front of him was made of layers of white bones.
The nobility of royal power was essentially "the power of life and death",
The person on the throne said that if he wanted you to die, you would die. This was the source of people's fear of it.
As for the other "Son of Heaven", "Shepherd on behalf of Heaven", "Divine Mandate", and so on..,
It was nothing more than a veil that covered its body.
This throne..,
From the beginning..,
I'll tell you bluntly,
If you don't kneel down to it,
Your fate..,
It was like the white bones below!
Very direct,
Very straightforward,
Not bashful, straight to the point!
There was a man sitting on the throne,
His upper body was bare,
There seemed to be strange runes carved on his body. He was not very strong, nor was he very dignified. In fact, he even used one hand to support the end of the throne and pressed it against his forehead.
His eyes were closed,
As if he was dozing off,
Or as if he was..,
Basking in the sun..
But it was this feeling, this contrast, this contrast..,
That was even more shocking,
It was as if once the man on the throne in front of him opened his eyes..,
The surrounding wind and clouds would completely change!
The little boy bent down and looked for the information card, but he found that this was the only one here without a information card.
"Who is he?"
The little boy asked curiously.
Zhou ze shook his head,
"I don't know him."
The first time..,
After entering this place, his expression was a little serious.
Unfortunately..,
Now Ying Gou was still asleep,
Every time he came out, he would have to sleep for ten days to half a month. During this period, he couldn't even communicate.
Otherwise, Zhou Ze really wanted to ask him,
Did you capture the soul of a painter to draw a portrait of yourself when you had nothing to do?
Did you spread this kind of specific image?
Otherwise..,
Why did it appear in this wax museum?
"Let's go."
Zhou Ze held the little boy's hand and walked out.
After going out..,
It was suddenly clear.
In front of him was a small hall. Zhou Ze saw Wang Ke and a woman in a white dress sitting there drinking tea.
"You're out. Let me introduce you. This is the owner of the wax museum. She's a friend I used to know. Her Chinese name is Luo Su. She's an American Chinese."
"Hello, I'm Luo Su. Nice to meet you."
Luo Su stood up and shook hands with Zhou Ze. Then, she bent down and touched the little boy's head affectionately. She said,
"Little friend, you're really brave."
The little boy's face was sullen,
An old monster that was hundreds of years old..,
Would he like to touch and kill?
"That little girl just said that you were very brave and dared to walk in there to visit. I didn't believe it at first, but now I do. You're really brave."
The little boy smiled happily.
Zhou Ze stood at the side and looked at the woman silently.
"Let's sit down and have some tea. Please, Mr. Xu."
Zhou Ze also sat down.
Luo Su poured tea for Zhou Ze. Zhou Ze took the opportunity to look around the small hall. It was quite unique.
"Uncle, where's Wang Rui?" The little boy asked.
"She's playing on the computer inside."
Luo Su pointed to the inner room, which should be her office.
The little boy pushed the door open and went in.
Zhou Ze picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.
This tea..,
Was a little bitter.
..
When he walked into the office, he found that there were actually three wax figures in the office.
They were the female curator's and the male and female employees.
This taste was really unique..,
He actually put his own wax figure in the office.
The little boy saw Wang Rui looking up at a wax figure. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he still didn't dare to.
"Do you want to touch it?" The little boy asked.
Wang Rui nodded.
"Then touch it," the little boy egged her on.
"But... but..."
"But what?"
"I want to touch Maimai."
"Okay, then touch it."
"I just want to touch what Maimai feels like. Don't think too much."
As she said that..,
The little loli's fingertips gently touched each other, looking very conflicted and embarrassed.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. This is a secret between you and me."
"Hehe, okay." The little loli was happy.
However..,
She immediately said helplessly,
"It's so high. I can't touch it."
"I'll carry you."
As she said that..,
The little boy bent down, hugged the little loli's knee, and directly stood up.
He could even carry a cow!
"Wow!"
The little loli was also surprised for a moment and sighed,
"Boys are really strong."
"Touch it. Can you reach it?"
"I can reach it, I can reach it."
The little loli reached out,
She touched the Maimai of the female curator's wax figure.
"Phew... it's so soft. Is this silicone gel?"
Actually..,
Silicone gel should feel relatively hard.
"Touch it again. There's no hurry."
"Okay."
The little loli touched it for a while. Worried that the little boy would be too tired, she said,
"I've touched it enough. Put me down."
The little boy put her down steadily.
"Thank you. Are you tired?"
As she said that..,
The little loli subconsciously reached out to wipe the little boy's sweat,
But she was surprised to find that there was not even a drop of sweat on the little boy's face. She placed her hand on the little boy's face, but she couldn't find a place to wipe it.
The little boy quite enjoyed this feeling,
However..,
In an instant..,
His nose suddenly sniffed,
His face revealed a look of greed,
But in an instant, he woke up.
He immediately grabbed the little loli's hand on his face and flipped it open,
In his palm..,
There was a ball of red.
"Ah, I touched the paint. I'll go wash it. There's a bathroom in this office. I just went there."
The little boy let go of his hand,
The little loli ran to the bathroom,
But the little boy stood where he was,
He raised his head silently,
He looked at the wax figure of the female curator that the little loli had just touched,
The little boy was sure,
The red in the little loli's palm just now,
It was definitely not paint,
But..,