"Not bad, not bad..."
The so-called fun of a wax museum lies in the fact that you never know who or what is made of wax.
Perhaps a chair, a plate of fruit, or even a cat, a dog, a living person... could all be wax statues!
If there is also a living person standing perfectly still, disguised as a wax figure, that would be even more terrifying.
Aaron strolled around, admiring the wax art while searching for the source of inspiration in his heart.
The wax museum was very large and there were also a few tourists.
However, the curator was nowhere to be found, nor was the service staff.
Aaron suddenly stopped in his tracks.
In an exhibition hall, he saw the source of his inspiration.
It was an exquisitely detailed life-size wax statue, that appeared to be of a martial artist, with bulging muscles on both arms and a clear face carrying an expression of terror, mouth wide open, as if shouting something.
'This seems... not a wax statue... but... a wax person?!'
