"How could that be the face of a normal person?" Long Aotian said, "Cheeks painted red, a wax figure?"
"What's a wax figure doing in the Corpse-Hiding Hotel?"
"It might have escaped from the Wax Figure Gallery." Xu Huo wasn't sure if the wax figure on the screen was the same one that had escaped from the Wax Figure Gallery yesterday.
"The wax figure is alive," Xiao Ling said. "The plastic dummies we saw before didn't have such strong attacking power to drag away a living person."
"Should we go look for someone?" Long Aotian asked.
Xiao Ling's silence answered his question.
At that moment, the television in the living room turned on automatically, and a news bulletin played:
