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Taking my steps back, I looked at the countless shadows in the mirror, silently retreated into the house, and closed the door.

"The risk is too great." Even if I am protected by a life ghost, I am not confident that I can escape from the maze intact.

Wandering anxiously in the narrow room, I couldn't be impulsive at this time. I took the underworld show mobile phone to communicate with the barrage masters in the live broadcast room, but no one had any good suggestions, and most of the water friends were also in a state of confusion.

The corner of my clothes was pulled, and I turned around to see the little girl in a red dress standing in the wooden box.

She pointed under the wooden treasure chest and motioned for me to push it away.

"Is there something hidden under the box?" I took out the iron pliers and knocked on the bottom of the wooden box: "Is it empty?"

The four corners of the wooden box were nailed to the ground. It took me a lot of effort to pull out the nails, and then pushed the wooden box. A deep and secret passage with no bottom appeared in front of me.

I shined a flashlight inward. Moss grew on the damp walls, and the decaying wooden stairs were crumbling.

The box was pushed open, and the girl walked inside first. I followed her suspiciously.

Stepping on the creaking stairs, I felt like I was back in a haunted house. The cold breath came from all directions, and the average temperature in the cave was much lower than outside.

The girl led the way, and after I gave up my life, my dark hair clung to the wall of the passage and I carefully inspected every inch.

"The designer of the maze can avoid surveillance and kill people and hide corpses. There is no doubt that there is a secret passage in the maze. I just don't know where this secret passage will lead. If I keep walking, will I meet the person behind the scenes?"

Thinking of this, I slowed down and tried to avoid making any noise.

There was no light at all underground, and when I reached the end of the stairs, I was in front of a room filled with all kinds of sundries.

When the light shines on it, the largest number inside are unfinished dolls. I walk nearby and pick up a few to look at. They are plastic dolls, wrapped in a layer of skin on the outside. As for the inside...

"Gypsum?" Smelling the special smell of plaster, I was curious and raised my hand to throw it to the ground.

Then something happened that made me take a breath. After the plastic and plaster wrapped outside shattered, the body inside that had been dried for a long time was revealed.

It was completely deteriorated, and the structure of human muscles could not be seen. The color showed a purple-black color, and all blood vessels were blocked. It was very scary.

"Killing a living person, putting them in plaster to solidify, and then wrapping them in a layer of plastic to serve as a doll?" I was shocked into a cold sweat by the murderer's crazy method of hiding the body. This method is easier said than done, and the production process is very complicated. The killer would have to stay with the body for at least three to four weeks.

I looked at a room full of dolls, swung the iron pliers, and smashed a few more of them.

Although the scene in front of me is not bloody, it is more terrifying than those bloody murders.

There are mutilated dolls everywhere, and every ugly toy actually contains a living life.

The room is not big and is basically occupied by dolls.

The girl was walking in front of me. After a few steps, she suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" I followed her gaze. The girl stood there in a daze. She raised her scarred hand and reached towards the corner.

Under a pile of mutilated toys, there was a doll about the same size as a girl. The doll was hung with torn and shredded red cloth strips. It could be vaguely seen that it should be from a set of The red dress was ripped off.

I moved the surrounding dolls away and dragged this one out.

"The red fabric feels the same as the red dress found in the haunted house. Could it be that the body of a girl is hidden in this doll?" I looked at the doll in my hand, and there was indeed something like a girl between the eyebrows. I didn't think so. He couldn't bear to smash the doll in front of her, and didn't want to prove who was hiding in this female doll.

"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!"

Continuing to move forward, I passed through an iron gate and there was an unpleasant smell in the air outside, as if it was refining oil or raw wax.

Shining a flashlight on it, several dusty machines under the beam recreate the hell scene from five years ago.

Underground is a small workshop that processes biological wax. What is raw wax? Simply put, it is wax made from biological fat.

"The machines were covered in dust and there were cobwebs on the switches. These things hadn't been started in a long time."

A small wax factory appeared under the maze. It was an unexpected discovery for me. Accompanied by the girl and the ghost, I did not leave in a hurry, but walked past each machine and clearly restored them in my mind. What a devilish act.

I remember that there seemed to be a wax museum in the amusement park. At first, I wondered why a wax museum was built in the amusement park. That kind of outdated exhibition hall was completely incompatible with this theme park that symbolizes joy. Now everything is clear, this wax museum is not actually for living people to visit, it is just to provide a place for corpses.

Thinking of this, I feel that the person behind the scenes is extremely psychopathic. He not only likes to kill and torture to vent his pleasure, but also makes the innocent people he kills into works for tourists to see.

It is estimated that when the tourists were chatting, laughing, and playing around without realizing it, the murderer was hiding at the door and watching silently. He was enjoying this special stimulation and also reviewing and selecting his next prey.

Passing between the machines, the air in the basement was turbid and filled with a strange smell.

I walked forward. There were movable ladders placed on the aisles on both sides. I tried to climb up the ladder and climbed to the top. The ceiling above my head could be opened, and the outside corresponded to each part of the maze. Monitor blind spots.

"The design is ingenious. The murderer is a talented person, but it's a pity that he didn't take the right path and used all his talents on crimes."

When you enter the maze, you will be attacked by the mirror ghost, so I had to find another way out and walked to the end of the passage.

At the fork in the road, I saw a separate compartment with the door unlocked and ajar.

"There is no dust on the door lock. This house was visited before I came here."

Pushing the door open and entering, the walls of the small compartment were all covered with cloth. There was a handmade table covered with graffiti placed against the wall. There were also a few rag dolls with their eyes and noses pulled out on the table.

"It looks like a rag doll in a haunted house."

I picked one up casually and looked at it. The original faces of these dolls had been torn off, and someone painted other people's faces on them with a water pen.

Some of the dolls' faces were only half-painted, while many others had their faces penetrated by the tip of a pen. It seemed that the person who painted their faces had a very bad temper and deliberately used these dolls to vent their anger.

"As early as when I was in the haunted house, I felt strange why the facial features of these rag dolls were torn off and then painted with other people's expressions. Now it seems that there must be a hidden meaning." I took a rag doll with a pen tip pierced through the cheek. In front of me, I pulled out the pen. The pen was a very ordinary pen, but I saw something extraordinary in the body of the rag doll.

"Hair?" I took out a piece of woman's hair from the broken face of the rag doll and compared it with the outline drawn with a pen on the rag doll's face. It seemed that the rag doll also had a woman's face painted on it.

Faintly, I seemed to have caught something, and opened several other dolls on the table. Most of them had hair hidden inside, some long or short, some had nails hidden inside, and one even had half a doll hidden inside. Amputated finger.

"There are things from living people hidden in the rag dolls. Why 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 world in the maze. Mirror Ghost: "Ghosts can't be created for no reason. Doesn't every Mirror Ghost correspond to a rag doll like this?"

I thought of Li Manman, and then of the rag doll with a mole on the cheek that the girl in red put on the stairs.

"It seems that this thing should be the medium to control the mirror ghost." The face drawn with a water pen on the rag doll is lifelike, as if it was drawn after the deceased, and it is quite similar.