"Not to say, it seems that there is something really." The other two also followed their eyes, and after a while, they felt something was wrong. They exchanged their eyes and looked at each other with their necks tilted.

"What kind of thing? Why do you look like a person?" said the uncle, got up from the bun stall and walked over to a large sculpture in the turntable position in the square.

The sculpture is a stone statue, an abstract sculpture with an angel-like appearance. From a distance, it looks like a winged man holding something similar to a scepter in his hand and waving his hand. It is stepping on it is a very large square stone tablet. There are many words on the stone tablet, which is engraved with a story that is not very large. Most of the content of the story is not paid attention to, and it is probably the type that is similar to the chicken soup of the soul.

This is the most prosperous commercial district in the city. Surrey is crowded and very lively. Today is a weekend, and countless people come to shop. Unfortunately, no one comes here and there. Occasionally, a few passers-by are in a hurry. No one seems to notice the difference in this stone tablet.

"Oh my god, there's really someone!" The uncle walked over with a broom, and when he saw it, he couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's not one person, it's two people!" The other person was holding soy milk in his hand and couldn't help but say a word.

"Oh! Who is this? It's so shameless to take off in the cold weather and still standing outside!" A little girl next to her saw it and couldn't help but scream and quickly turned her back.

"Oh my god, these two are perverts!" A fat uncle rode his bicycle by the side, stepped down and looked at the side of the road.

I saw two people hanging on the stone tablet, posing in shape, stretching their left hand flat, covering their heads with their right hand, tilting the left side into a side lunge, and posing in a very strange position with their heads tilted with their heads tilted down.

Another one is relatively simple in shape, similar to the masterpiece of a sculptor, "The Thinker", whose bodies were tightly attached to the stone tablet, naked and could see everything clearly. No wonder the girl screamed and hid aside.

"Who is this person? What are you doing here? You are not afraid of being frozen in this cold weather, and you don't wear pants!" The uncle couldn't help but complain and continued to eat buns.

"Isn't it dead? Look at them both of them don't move, and they don't blink for a moment." Someone next to them couldn't help but say something.

"This is a fake, is it a wax figure or something? I heard that the technology is quite good now, and many people can make things fake and real. I saw one in the museum last time. Look, I feel like this when I don't move." As the saying goes, watching the fun is not a big deal. There is always a kind of person who is idle and willing to show off his knowledge.

"You said this is a wax figure! Is the wax figure so real? Look, these little chickens are soft, look, they can still move after being pulled. If it were a wax oil, wouldn't have been done long ago? It would have been touched." The uncle held the broom upside down, poked the hand made of a bamboo pole and slapped it twice. Everyone stared at it for a while, and couldn't help but sigh.

"My God, is it made of silicone?" The man who spoke before began to wonder. He touched his chin and couldn't help but say, "It must be silicone, so soft, it must be!"

"Stop talking, how can it be made of silicone? Silicone can be made so real! If I say it is 80% alive!" said the uncle seriously.

"Why don't the living person move? You're dead!" The next to him was obviously dissatisfied with watching the fun.

"Hey! Alive and dead! Say something!" The uncle held the broom in his hand and hit the man in glasses, "Hey!"

It doesn’t matter if you don’t hit it. As soon as you hit it, the man in glasses shivered suddenly, and his neck shook and woke up!

"ah!"

He woke up with a tremor and turned around. He couldn't move below his neck and could not say a word. He could only scream and was anxious.

"My God! Hey, what are you doing! Are you naked here and showing off your guy? Get out of here! Don't think it's cold!" The uncle looked at him with disgust, and the broom in his hand hit him. He was very angry when he saw that he didn't move, "What are you doing? I told you, this is a civilized city, can you not embarrass people here? If you don't listen to your advice, I will call the police!"

After the uncle finished speaking, he poked the other big black face again, "I didn't say you, right? You're still pretending! How did your family teach you? Very big man is so embarrassed! Hey!"

The big black face also woke up. Although the person understood, he seemed to be stuck on a stone tablet and could not move.

More and more people were watching, and there were many people pointing fingers. Some of them even took out their phones to start recording. It seemed that they were preparing to pop up their circle of friends.

"Call the police. It's getting dawn and it's going to be a mess." Someone in the crowd said.

"Yeah." Someone really agreed with this statement. Someone took out his cell phone and called 11o. "Hey? 11o, here is here at the door of Carrefour! I tell you, there are two perverts on the sculpture in our square! Oh, that kind of exposure maniac! I don't wear clothes now, and I'm sticking them on the stone tablet with bare feet. It's not easy to say anything. I don't scold him. Come and take a look. Let's see what's going on. If it's convenient, hurry up and deal with these two people. Oh my god, you can see everything, but it's really! Come quickly. This is really eye-catching and affects the cityscape! Yes, right! Come quickly!"

Half an hour later, the police car rushed over with a sirens. There was a traffic jam early in the morning. When I arrived, the sky was already bright, so I came over from afar. I was so angry that there were at least thousands of people gathered in the square to watch the fun. This man, three layers inside and three layers outside, was filled with water around the sculpture. The police came down to pinch his waist and looked at it. He was sweating. "Well, please give me a gift, please give me a gift, please give me a gift, please give me a gift."

After squeezing for a long time, at least he squeezed in. A middle-aged policeman came into the crowd with a walkie-talkie in his hand and looked up, "Wow!"
Chapter completed!