126: Chapter 126 Sacrificing to the Demon

Led by Chen Mo, the group successfully ventured deep into the Villa to explore.

They stepped onto the spiral staircase and ascended to the second floor.

Entering the bedroom where the woman had appeared earlier, Chen Mo pointed at her back and said, "This is a wax figure. You can go over and take a look."

"A wax figure? A moving wax figure!"

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of Fear in their hearts.

Although Lu Chengfeng was afraid, he still took the initiative to step forward and examine it.

Every 10 seconds, the old woman would actively pull back the curtain, then close it again, wait quietly for 10 seconds, and repeat the previous action.

"Is it steel wire? There's a mechanical device controlling this wax figure, making her repeat this action."

Lu Chengfeng tugged at the steel wire running through the old woman's head and pointed to the pulley system of the curtain.

The steel wire was parallel to the pulley device, and the end of the line led to an unknown location, but it was clearly what was controlling the wax figure.

Chen Mo walked over, grabbed the old woman's head, and bent it with a slight force.

A crack appeared on the old woman's neck, revealing the metal device inside.

"A gear transmission system connecting the gears to the joints of the doll. When the gears rotate, it can drive the doll's limbs, head, and other parts to move!" Meng Zhou said.

"Exactly!" Chen Mo nodded.

Picking up a pen from the table, Chen Mo inserted it directly into the old woman's neck, obstructing the gears that had been making the rhythmic head-turning movements.

It immediately stopped moving, emitting a harsh "click-clack" sound.

"So... it's not the wax figure coming back to life as I imagined? But rather mechanical devices controlling it."

Lu Chengfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

He was most afraid of wax figures, but after learning the truth about how they actually moved, he felt no need to shrink back.

"That's not necessarily true. This is a Thriller Game, and the Fear is always escalating."

Jiang Xinyi stepped forward and continued, "This is the first time I've encountered a dungeon with daytime. If we enter the night... Officer Lu."

Lu Chengfeng swallowed hard and turned his head away.

"Don't listen to the club president. She has a sadistic side, and usually back at the club, she takes pleasure in bullying timid members."

"Chen Mo, you were the first to enter. Besides the secret of the moving wax figures, did you find anything else?" the club president asked.

"No. If there is, it's that there's another wax figure behind you!"

The club president turned her head and opened the curtain beside her, and a wax figure of a man wearing a gorgeous tuxedo instantly smashed toward her.

Meng Zhou quickly stepped forward and pushed the wax figure in front of them away.

With a "bang!"

A hole instantly opened in the back of the wax figure's head, and a lot of viscous black liquid flowed out from inside.

The liquid looked like a mixture of glue and ink, emitting a pungent stench.

Meng Zhou's arm became slightly red and swollen; he gritted his teeth and looked at Jiang Xinyi, who hadn't moved at all.

He asked, "Are you okay?"

The club president didn't answer; she continued to fold her arms and said a calm "thank you."

She immediately took out a handkerchief.

She squatted on the ground, collected the liquid from the floor, and brought it into the sunlight to examine it carefully.

Meng Zhou gritted his teeth and curled his lip in disdain.

Soon, he changed back to a calm expression and stood up from the ground.

He covered the red and swollen part with his sleeve.

Seeing these small details in their actions, Chen Mo couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Meng Zhou... could he be in love with the club president? Damn, such a sadistic and perverted woman, and someone actually likes her?"

Chen Mo patted his own head; the Magician's class trait gave him a comical attribute as well.

He couldn't help but want to watch the drama unfold.

The club president stood up again and displayed the handkerchief to everyone.

"What can be confirmed is... the substance on this is a mixture of cerebrospinal fluid, glial cells, and blood. Simply put..."

"It's what is produced after a human brain is crushed like tofu."

Upon hearing this, and seeing the club president holding the handkerchief and even sniffing it up close, Su Qing and Xu Xiaoman immediately covered their mouths, feeling a bit nauseous.

"Simply put, we now understand why this place is called the Human Wax Museum."

"There are likely many more wax figures hidden here, and every single one is probably made from the corpses of living people."

Hearing Chen Mo's words, everyone looked again at the wax figure lying on the ground with a large hole in its head.

No wonder these wax figures were so lifelike, just like real people; it turned out they were just coated with a layer of wax oil over living people.

The specific production process might involve spraying condensed smoke to allow the wax oil to penetrate and bond with the human skin.

In that case... other than using high-temperature baking, there was almost no way to remove the surface wax oil.

Furthermore, if the wax oil was brushed onto the body and solidified while the person was still alive, it would be equivalent to trapping the person inside a shell modeled after themselves.

Since the wax figure's brain had already turned into a mixture, it proved that the person inside had been dead for at least a month.

"By the way... have you noticed that both of these wax figures seem to have the same pattern carved on their shoulders?"

Lu Chengfeng pointed to the elbows of the two wax figures, where a moon symbol could be clearly seen.

"Such a clear code must represent something."

Seeing the symbol, the club president and Meng Zhou also fell into deep thought.

But because it was too abstract and had no related context, they could only speculate.

It was a hexagram pattern with a half-moon sacrificed in the center.

It felt like it was for initiating some kind of ritual.

Only Chen Mo recognized this thing.

"The symbol of the Mother Goddess of Night?"

In the previous dungeon, Chen Mo had seen this mark more than once.

Whether it was Vincent or the nun swallowed by the white light, this symbol had appeared on them.

This proved that there must be followers of the Mother Goddess of Night in this dungeon as well.

A deep and resonant sound seemed to pierce through time and space.

The sound of a bell echoed in the silence, its lingering notes refusing to fade for a long time.

The group immediately walked out of the Villa and looked toward the building with the towering spire in the distance.

"The bell sound is coming from the direction of the church? It means they are preparing for prayer, which proves there are people at the church!" Lu Chengfeng said excitedly.

"Let's go! Let's go take a look."

The team accelerated and soon arrived at the church in the town.

The exterior of the church was solemn and dignified; the ancient brick walls were weathered, presenting a deep brown color.

The heavy and rustic doors, with their exquisite carved decorations, showcased superb craftsmanship.

Sunlight shone through the stained-glass windows into the interior of the church, casting colorful light and shadows.

Lu Chengfeng was just about to grab the church handle and pull the door open to go straight in.

When Chen Mo pressed his arm down.

"Shh! They are praying inside. We can't go in right now; there might be monsters hiding inside."

Chen Mo went around to the side of the church and looked inside through the glass window.

It was very dark inside; rows of wooden pews were neatly arranged, and candles were lit on every table.

The altar in the front was solemn and dignified, and the golden cross shone brightly under the light.

On the altar, a priest in robes was holding a Bible, leading the people in quiet prayer.

Every seat was occupied by people, all with their eyes tightly closed, praying silently.

Chen Mo shifted his gaze upward to look at the entity being prayed to on the cross.

When he saw the statue of the deity that this group of people was praying to, Chen Mo felt it was incomparably eerie.

The statue was not Jesus, nor was it a Nordic god.

It was two conjoined demons!