My husband and I have the same hobbies, we both enjoy playing thrilling entertainment projects such as murder mysteries and haunted houses.

We have played the escape room in the city multiple times, the more thrilling it is, the more we feel relieved.

On my birthday, my husband decided to choose a place we had never been to before.

We found a newly opened wax museum online, located in the suburbs three hundred kilometers away.

Looking at the life-size figures in the promotional images, I felt excited and interested.

We decided to go and drove to the location.

The "Wax Museum Rules" posted at the entrance added a touch of eerie atmosphere.

Upon entering, we were greeted by a long and narrow corridor.

Old incandescent lights hung from the ceiling, flickering on and off.

The ticket booth was extremely simple, with only a table.

On the left side of the table was a box of tickets the size of a business card, and on the right side was a piece of cardboard.

Written on the board in large black letters—

"Ticket price is 14 yuan per person, return the ticket upon leaving, the ticket can be reused."

I was surprised, it was the first time I had heard of buying a ticket and having to return it for reuse.

My husband joked, "This boss is quite stingy, a ticket is only worth a few dollars, what if a guest loses the ticket?"

The ticket seller in front of the table stared at us motionless, not saying a word.

I casually took two tickets and awkwardly tried to smooth things over, saying:

"My husband is just joking, please don't mind. Whatever the boss requests, you shall follow, we'll return the tickets to you after our visit."

As I spoke, I glanced at the ticket seller a few more times.

He was wearing black clothes, had a crew cut, and his smooth face showed no expression.

I scanned the QR code to pay and showed him the payment information.

He remained still, his neck straight, head fixed, only his eyeballs moved slightly, glancing over my phone screen.

My husband walked behind him, suddenly exclaimed, "Honey! This is a wax figure!"

"What?"

I was astonished as I stepped back and was shocked by what I saw.

The ticket seller was only half a body.

His legs and feet were gone, severed from the waist down.

The cut was neat, not like it was done with a chainsaw, more like an axe, splitting the body in half in one stroke.

His upper body was on the chair, his arms hanging weakly at his sides, every inch of his skin covered in wax.

Because the table blocked his body, we couldn't see his missing legs when we entered from the doorway.

Is this really a wax figure?

But just now... I clearly saw his eyeballs move!

I took two steps back, staring at his face.

The shiny skin was slightly reflective, not a single pore or hair follicle was visible.

Is he a wax figure?

Wax figures' eyes don't move.

Could it be my imagination?

As my husband walked further in, he said, "Using wax figures to pretend to be human ticket sellers, quite creative, this boss is not afraid of customers trying to skip paying."

Doubts arose in my mind, I looked up.

The dim corridor had no surveillance cameras.

Could this exhibition not be for profit?

I cautiously observed my surroundings.

My husband in front stopped and turned to call me, "Honey, there are two exhibition halls here, which one do we visit first?"

I hurried over, only to discover at the end of the long hallway, it split into two paths.

The left door read "Human Display."

The right door read "Fake Human Display."

I felt a bit anxious in my heart, walked to the right, "Let's see what the fake humans are about first."

The door opened with a creak.

A musty, damp air with a faint unpleasant rust smell hit me.

I was stunned by the sight before me.

The spacious room was filled with various wax figures, lifelike.

I muttered, "If the 'fake human display' looks this lifelike, the 'human display' must be even more realistic."

Squeak—

A strange muffled sound came from the ceiling.

It seemed like something was stepping on the old wooden planks.

I looked up, as if a drop of water fell and landed on my right cheek.

Wait!

As soon as the water touched my skin, it felt hot!

What is leaking?

I turned on the flashlight on my phone, aiming it at the ceiling.

I was stunned!

The cement ceiling was covered with countless holes, all over.