Zongman: I am a master of film removal, from daily life to the heavens

Eriri responded while playing with her phone.

It would be a perfect day if that person didn’t see my notebook and drawing paper!

Ying Lili said secretly.

"Eh?"

Suddenly, she saw the news about Mai Sakurajima.

Good guy!

I was wondering if the boy who saved me looked so familiar, he must be Mai Sakurajima’s public boyfriend!

"What's wrong Eriri?"

"Mom, it's nothing. I just met someone today, but I forgot his name. It felt quite awkward." Ying Lili evaded the question.

"Oh, that's really embarrassing!"

"Mom, how long will it take us to get to the wax museum?"

"About another hour."

"Okay, that's been long!"

Feeling somewhat bored, Eriri couldn't help but look out the car window.

When passing an intersection,

I saw a store called "Demon Extermination Agency".

"Demon Exorcist Agency? Is there such a strange name for a store?"

What era is this? There are no monsters or demons!

Eriri shook her head.

...

The car is speeding,

after an hour,

Finally we arrived at the door of the wax figure exhibition hall and stopped.

Sayuri Sawamura got off the car with Eriri,

I handed the invitation to the staff at the door.

Then he walked in.

At this moment in the wax museum,

Apart from Eriri and her daughter, there were only a few people around, and it looked very quiet.

"Mom, it's so empty here!"

"Well, maybe there aren't that many people who like wax figures."

In this fast-paced society.

Everyone is busy making money.

There are really not many people who have the leisure time to stop and learn about art, look at wax figures, and cultivate their sentiments.

Eriri and Sayuri Sawamura walked while admiring the wax figures.

I have to say that the layout of this wax museum is very unique.

The wax figures are not simply placed in a row.

Instead, many scene elements were designed and the wax figures were placed in them.

For example, there is a bar inside with fruit snacks.

Ying Lili walked over and was about to ask the waiter at the bar to order a drink.

But after he finished speaking, the waiter didn't move.

Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a wax figure of a waiter.

“It’s just like a real person!”

Eriri sighed.

"Eri, let's go. There's a scene with church elements up ahead. Let's go take a look." Sayuri Sawamura's eyes lit up.

Her husband, Mr. Spencer, is British and a Catholic.

Sayuri Sawamura was also influenced a lot by what she saw and heard.

When the two walked in,

I also saw many unique wax figures.

Priests, parishioners, pastors, and nuns.

"picture!"

"so similar!"

Eriri watched and exclaimed repeatedly.

Suddenly, she froze.

She seemed to have just seen the wax figure of the nun.

Suddenly his eyes rolled and he glanced at her.

"Eh?"

Startled, Eriri looked at it carefully.

But I didn't notice any movement.

"Eri, what's wrong?"

Sayuri Sawamura who was next to her came over and asked curiously.

"Mom, I just thought I saw the wax figure's eyes move a little."

"what?"

Sayuri Sawamura took a look and then laughed, "How could that be? Wax figures are fake, not real people. How could they possibly move their eyeballs?"

"I can only say that the artistic attainments of this wax museum are so high that they are indistinguishable from the real thing."

"Uh, okay!"

Eriri nodded.

She also felt that she was overthinking it.

"Let's go and see some other places. I heard there are wax figures of famous people there!"

"Really? Then mom, let's go check it out!"

"Ok!"

Then, Eriri and Sayuri Sawamura walked away.

As they walked away,

The wax figure of the nun that Eriri just saw,

There was a sudden change in his eyes.

Staring closely at Eriri.

The wax figure's mouth also quietly curved into a strange arc.

In this quiet environment, it seems extremely terrifying.

...

"Wow, what a nice wax museum!"

Two hours later, Sayuri Sawamura and Eriri came out of the wax museum and returned to the car.

"Each one is very lifelike. You can tell the artistry of the wax figure makers is really high!"

Sayuri Sawamura couldn't stop praising her.

Obviously, she was very satisfied with today's exhibition.

"Eriri, what about you? Which wax figure has left the most profound impression on you?"

Eriri thought about it.

"It's the wax figure of the nun in the church!"

The wax figure that can make her hallucinate is so realistic.

"Wax figures are the same as paintings. If you pay attention to the details, they can be indistinguishable from the real thing." Sayuri Sawamura said with a smile.

"Yes, Mom, I have indeed gained a lot today."

"..."

After returning home,

Continue to work on her drawings.

As I was painting, the wax figure of the nun appeared in my mind again.

"Did I really hallucinate at that time?"

Eriri put the paintbrush to her lips and began to recall.

"But why didn't I have hallucinations when I looked at the other wax figures? How strange!"

At this time, Sayuri Sawamura's voice came from the door.

"Eri, it's time to rest! We have school tomorrow!"

"I know mom!"

Eriri replied, then shook her head and said, "Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Regardless of whether it's an illusion or not, the wax figure is left in the wax museum anyway. It has nothing to do with me."

After thinking about it, I threw the paintbrush on the table.

Lie down on the bed and sleep.

...

The next day, with dark circles under her eyes, Eriri ate breakfast listlessly.

"Eri, you were painting late again last night? Didn't I tell you to go to bed early?"

Sayuri Sawamura asked with concern.

"No, I went to bed early! But I didn't rest well. I kept dreaming and felt so tired!"

Eriri sighed.

For some reason, she kept dreaming about the wax figure of the nun in her dreams yesterday.

She even dreamed that a nun came to their house and laughed at her in a creepy way.

It scared her.

"Mom, I'm full, I'm going to school!"

Eriri drank the milk at hand, then prepared to go out with her schoolbag on her back.

"Well, be careful on the road!"

"I know mom!"

...

After school.

Eriri went home as usual.

But when I was almost at the door of my house, I saw a small truck parked at the door.

At this time, a worker came out of his home and seemed to have just been carrying something.