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When Lu Ming and the doctor came out, the curator had adjusted his expression and showed them to the next room. There are not many scenes on the second floor, so I can watch them all in less than half an hour.

The curator still looked elated and strongly invited Lu Ming and the doctor to visit his workshop and see his upcoming works.

"Mr. Lu Ming, you must visit my workshop, where these works were born. Only by visiting there can you be more impressed by the production of wax figures!"

The curator said exaggeratedly, staring at Lu Ming with bright eyes, as if he would give up this opportunity like losing some treasure.

Compared with the doctor, his disguise is almost so bad that the doctor can see the maliciousness hidden under his enthusiasm at a glance. It is obvious that there must be something wrong with the so-called workplace.

"This stupid guy." Seeing the curator's stupid appearance, the doctor sighed secretly, and still wanted to get Lu Ming, did he think that Lu Ming was as weak as the prey before.

Even himself could easily see that something was wrong, let alone Lu Ming.

That is the president of the Daxia Wushu Association, who has fought all over the world's top martial artists. How could he be slaughtered by you like the weak chickens in the past.

The doctor was helpless for the curator's complacency, but Lu Ming readily agreed to his proposal, as if he didn't notice the abnormal expression of the person in front of him.

"Really, then I must have a good look today." Lu Ming said with a smile, like a foolish tourist who believes what the tour guide says.

But whether he actually believed the curator, only he knew.

I have to say that this wax museum curator's acting skills are really bad.

From his sudden appearance at the beginning, to telling about his dead brother, to now inviting himself to the workshop, he thought he was doing it perfectly.

This is indeed the case. From beginning to end, he acted like a wax figure maker who hadn't seen anyone for a long time, was extremely excited, and couldn't wait to make people appreciate his work. If it were an ordinary person, he might really be deceived.

It's a pity that no matter how he pretends to be, it's just acting. Lu Ming is a master of acting, and he holds more than a dozen Oscar statuettes. In his eyes, this kind of performance can only be regarded as clumsy.

Looking at Bo who was leading the way in front of him, his eyebrows raised slightly. After dealing with it for so long, the director of the wax museum was finally about to start. It seemed that he was more patient.

"Han, how about we go to see his workshop with Curator Bo?"

"Of course, I'd love to!"

"Boom!"

As soon as the voice fell, a slight noise suddenly came from the end of the other side of the second floor, which immediately attracted the doctor's attention.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a tall figure passing through the end of the corridor, and his face suddenly turned cold.

"Damn, these two guys still didn't listen to my warning."

After a little thought, the doctor decided to catch up and deal with the guy who ran past first.

On the pretext that he wanted to go to the bathroom and left the team, he immediately walked in the direction of the sound, and while walking forward, a sharp scalpel slipped from the cufflinks into his hand...

Hearing the movement behind him, Lu Ming's eyes flickered for a while, but he didn't turn his head to look. Hu Dad didn't react at all, and followed Lu Ming step by step.

The tacit understanding of one person and one tiger is vividly reflected at this moment. This is a tacit understanding that can only be achieved after several common challenges.

Everyone thought that the wax museum had only two floors, but when they followed the curator to the place where the workshop was located, they discovered that there was another floor underground.

Therefore, the whole wax museum should have three floors.

The door of the basement is under the east corner of the first floor, and the whole door is hidden by a large carpet.

"This door... Father Tiger, why don't you wait up there for a while?"

Looking at the entrance that can only allow one person to pass through, and comparing the huge body of the tiger father, Lu Ming said speechlessly: "I told you not to eat Haisai, but now you can't go down, and after you go back, you will have to visit every day. Root ham is changed to one a week."

"Woo~"

When it comes to eating, Tiger Daddy is not smart, he rubbed Lu Ming with his furry claws, and stared at him sincerely with big watery eyes.

"Don't be cute, I don't eat this set."

Pulling the tiger father's paw down, Lu Ming said ruthlessly.

"Think about your figure in the wild, and look at your current body. Be careful that no tigress will like you in the future."

"Woo~"

Tiger Dad thought for a while, but finally gave in to his huge body and could only lie at the entrance and wait for Lu Ming to come out.

"Da da da……"

The dark and dark wooden stairs showed two figures walking down slowly. Accompanied by the slight footsteps, the two flashlight beams penetrated the dark space in the basement that was originally invisible.

"Mr. Lu Ming, it is very gratifying that you are willing to come to my studio. I think you will gain a lot today."

The curator walking in front seemed to be getting more and more crazy, and he kept saying something in his mouth.

"Click" sound.

Bright lights illuminate the basement, and the birthplace of those wax figures is revealed in front of Lu Ming.

The underground space is very large, at least larger than the general basement, and it may be specially enlarged by the curator for the production of wax figures.

The peculiar cold air from the ground rushes straight to the sky, and even the light bulbs with the highest wattage cannot expel the gloomy aura that permeates everywhere.

There was a huge shelf in the corner. The cloth on it was stained with paints of various colors, and the original color could no longer be seen, giving off a stench.

At this time, Lu Ming's sensitive sense of smell became a burden. The strange smell, which was already stinky, entered his nose and was directly magnified countless times, making him feel nauseated.

It stinks here, and even the mice who like dark places most are reluctant to come.

"Mr. Lu Ming, this is my upcoming work!"

Standing beside the shelf, every hair of the curator was beating with excitement, and he stretched out his hand to uncover the cloth of unknown color.

Swish!

As the cloth was uncovered, what was inside immediately appeared in front of everyone.

At the same time, a more intense stench came.

Lu Ming's eyes widened in an instant, his brows were wrinkled, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching like a stroke: "How can there be such a stinky thing in this world..."

The audience in the live broadcast room could only see the picture, but couldn't smell the temperature inside, so they were very puzzled when they saw Lu Ming's expression so distorted.

"What's the situation, what is the expression of Lu Shen, why does it look so strange?"

"Really, look at Lu Shen's expression, it's so twisted that even the fans don't know it..."

"What's going on inside, why did Lu Shen become like this, my God, he has never been like this before.