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The area behind the door was shrouded in darkness. Although the light from the living room filtered into the room, the heavy humidity made it feel as if I were enveloped in thick fog, allowing me to see only a few meters ahead.
For some reason, the scene before me felt strangely familiar. An inexplicable sensation stirred within me, resonating with something hidden in the mist. As if under a spell, I stepped cautiously into the darkness, despite an overwhelming sense of fear.
The dampness surrounded me, its chill seeping into my bones, making me feel as though I had entered a dream.
Gao Jun followed me inside. Neither of us spoke, as if we dared not disturb the terror sleeping in the shadows.
A cold breeze swept through the gap in the window, its whispering sound mingling with what seemed like soft cries. I shivered involuntarily.
Suddenly, with a loud bang, the door slammed shut behind us, plunging the room into complete darkness—so dark that I couldn't see my own hand in front of my face!
I gasped in surprise.
"Don't panic, I have a flashlight," Gao Jun said softly from behind me.
A few seconds later, a beam of light pierced through the darkness. I took half a step closer to Gao Jun, feeling slightly less afraid.
Gao Jun handed me the flashlight. I used its beam to explore the surrounding mist; wherever the light shone was empty, as if there was nothing in the room at all.
Then, as the beam swept across the corner of the eastern wall, it seemed to illuminate something white.
I quickly turned the flashlight back to that corner. The white object came into view again—it was a dress worn by a girl!
My breath quickened, and the beam of light trembled as it slowly rose, finally reaching the girl's face.
Although I had mentally prepared myself, I still let out a scream, "Ah!" The overwhelming fear nearly made me collapse to the ground. The flashlight rolled away, and the beam danced chaotically in the darkness, occasionally sweeping across the girl's pale figure.
No one could resist that gaze; it contained unimaginable sorrow and terror, like a cold, piercing sword that stabbed deep into the very core of your soul!
But Gao Jun displayed an entirely different reaction.
Not only did he show no fear, but he also picked up the flashlight and walked step by step toward the girl cowering in the corner. His footsteps even seemed a bit hurried with excitement.
When he reached the corner, he eagerly knelt before her, raising the flashlight to shine directly on her pale face, staring at her intently. Their faces were so close they almost touched.
Gao Jun and the girl locked eyes in that moment. The girl's gaze was icy and piercing, while a flame flickered in Gao Jun's eyes; he looked at her with such obsession, as if she were his most beloved lover.
I watched this bizarre scene, my scalp tingling with unease, utterly dumbfounded.
The girl stood silently in the darkness, completely motionless. Gao Jun raised his left hand and gently caressed her face. He seemed afraid of hurting her, his touch so delicate, like gliding over water without wanting to create a single ripple.
"It's incredible... a great work of art..." he murmured to himself, completely lost in a trance.
"What? A work of art?" I questioned whether I had misheard him.
"A masterpiece... a wax figure that can scare a living person to death... what a wonderful gaze..." Gao Jun lightly brushed his fingers over the girl's eyes, whispering in rapture, unsure if he was answering my question or simply talking to himself.
“Is this really a Wax Figure?” I stood up, approaching with skepticism. Gathering my courage, I reached out to touch the girl’s face. It was cold and smooth, not the skin of a living person.
Indeed, it was a Wax Figure. Yet even so, I still couldn’t bring myself to meet her gaze. Trembling, I asked, “What on earth is going on?”
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