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Jiang You tilted the torch, and the red flame jumped and burned, touching the forward-leaning hands of the wax figure Zhu San.

The wax liquid solidified on the hand of the wax figure Zhu San began to melt the moment it was sprayed by the flames, and the wax liquid fell along his hand to the ground of the steps.

On the ground, drop after drop of translucent liquid wax cooled and solidified into a white solid.

The wax paste on the hands of the wax figure Zhu San melted very quickly, and under the red light of the flames, the hands wrapped in the wax were revealed.

Inside the shell of a wax figure, what seems to be a real person.

These hands are different from those of the intern Zhu San who had the No. 10 serial number in Jiang You’s memory. When punching in and out of the production workshop, the distance between everyone was not far. Jiang You remembered the color of the hands of those interns with unusually pale skin. It is also bloodless white.

However, the hands of the wax figure Zhu San are not like this. His hands looked very rough, and the skin was not white. His fingers were filled with black stuff, and the fingerprints on his knuckles were also black and looked dirty.

The burning temperature of the torch moved upwards along the hands of the wax figure Zhu San, and translucent wax liquid began to fall from the top of his wrists.

After the pale wax wrapped around the cuffs melted away, the dirty black clothes underneath were revealed. His clothes had signs of wear and tear, and the black cuffs were hung with fallen black threads and torn black strips of cloth.

Apart from his hands, his clothes are also different from those of intern Zhu San.

Intern Zhu San is wearing a dark blue loose suit. When the suit hangs down, it can cover most of his palms, revealing only pale fingers and neat nails. The collar of his suit revealed a lighter blue shirt and a plaid tie.

Jiang You suddenly reached out, picked up the burning torch, and came close to the face of the wax figure Zhu San.

The blazing flames burned the pale face of the wax figure Zhu San.

The white skin seemed to be disfigured in an instant, and half of the wax statue Zhu San's face was peeling off rapidly.

The translucent white wax slid down from his face, fell all the way down his neck and onto his clothes, and slowly solidified as it rolled down.

On the hem of the wax statue Zhu San's dark blue wide suit, the white wax solidified into strips of white solid.

When the wax on half of his face rolled off, Jiang You took the burning torch away slightly. Under the red firelight, a face that was different from that of intern Zhu San was revealed. His skin was yellow, and his forehead was The wrinkles are slightly darker inside.

Moreover, not only are their skin colors different, their looks are also completely different.

There is no need to compare the two people together to find differences. Jiang You can now be sure that they are not the same person.

The outer shell of the wax figure is the same as that of intern Zhu San, but inside is a completely different person.

The doubts in his heart further amplified, and Jiang You wanted to know what kind of relationship the two Zhu Sans had.

Suddenly, Jiang You saw that half of the wax figure's face seemed to be moving under the light of the flashlight.

Her eyes narrowed, and the person in the wax hair statue shell felt pain as if he was being burned by the flames.

Jiang You saw the wax figure Zhu San's face, the exposed corners of his mouth were twitching, his eyebrows were squeezed together, and he looked at Jiang You with his open eyes, as if he had something to say, but his mouth was wrapped outside. Inside the wax figure shell, it was completely unable to move under the strong light of the flashlight.

Under the light, the shell of the wax figure cannot move, but the person wrapped in the wax figure can.

Jiang You: "Do you have something to say?"

The eyes of the other half of the wax figure's exposed face blinked violently.

Jiang You looked at the wax figure Zhu San and her eyes moved: "Just in time, I also have some questions to ask you."

Ever since she discovered that the wax figure Zhu Sanyi was hindered by the light of the flashlight and only followed her behind her, never taking the initiative to appear in the bright light, Jiang You felt that the wax figure Zhu San had a brain and should be able to communicate.

She had some questions she wanted to know about the Wonderful Toy Factory and the Wonderful Wax Museum, but several attempts to remove the flashlight's light were unsuccessful.

After being able to move, the wax figure Zhu San's reaction was to rush forward directly, wanting to take the opportunity to attack her, and showed no intention of communicating with Jiang You.

Now he suddenly offered to communicate.

But it's good to be able to communicate, and she has a flashlight and a burning torch in her hand, and she's not afraid of the wax figure that appears here.

After listening to Jiang You's words, opposite the red firelight, the wax figure Zhu San blinked.

Jiang You raised his eyebrows, and the burning torch in his hand moved. The flame moved and was placed at the chin of the wax figure.

The beating red flame jumped upward from the chin of the wax figure. In the red firelight, half of the wax figure's face twitched, the eyes were squeezed together, and the translucent wax liquid falling from the chin was like flowing tears. , dripping on the ground.

Soon, a mouth covered by the wax figure shell emerged from inside.

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts! It's OK, it's OK! Take it away! Take the fire away!"

Looking at the lips that were constantly twitching in the red flames, and listening to the voice calling for pain, Jiang You retracted her arm, and she took away the burning torch.

Without the red firelight, the wax figure Zhu San revealed a mouth with a circle of black stubble under the light of the flashlight.

Standing in front of the wax figure, Jiang You saw him open his mouth, and a soft-looking white object appeared in his mouth. Then, his mouth moved, as if chewing, but there was no swallowing movement.

Then, the wax figure opened its mouth again.

Seeing his movements, Jiang You moved and took a few steps back.

When Jiang You just stepped away, there was a "pop" sound, and the white object was spat out by the wax figure and fell to the place where Jiang You was standing just now. The thing on the ground was also covered with something like spit, sticky. A puddle spread on the steps.

The white object that fell to the ground quickly solidified into a pool of white liquid wax.

Jiang You squinted her eyes, and the burning torch moved forward again. This time her torch did not burn the wax figure shell, but stayed on the hands of the wax figure that leaned forward and stretched out. There was no wax figure shell in the position of those hands. cover.

The red flame burned and crackled.

"Ah, it hurts! Stop! Stop! Stop! I'm sorry! I was wrong, I was wrong! I'm sorry!"

His hands could move on their own without being covered by the wax figure, but only the hands and wrists could be moved simply, and there was no way to avoid the torch in Jiang You's hand.

In the red flames, under the wax shell, the dirty and rough hands kept twisting.