Resist the world, but I spread the curse

Chapter 139 The Horror Incident in the Amusement Park

Uncle Wang, a sanitation worker who does daily cleaning for JOJO Amusement Park, is currently cleaning up the rare fallen leaves on the street under the scorching sun. He sometimes stops to wipe his sweat, sometimes stands for a while to support his waist, and hides in the closed hot dog stand when he feels tired Underneath to enjoy the cool.

There were two narrowed eyes wrinkled on the dark and old face. While drinking water, Uncle Wang was in a daze, thinking in his heart, if this continues, how many days will he be able to work here?

He came out from the countryside to work in big cities to earn money when he arrived. In his early years, he was able to work in a factory to work on the assembly line. The money he saved was spent on marrying a wife, raising children and going to school. If he can earn some money to subsidize his family, if he loses this job, he can't imagine what else he can find for a living in the future.

Looking at the bustling amusement park in the past, the streets are now empty, and he was the only one gasping for breath for a long time. This made him lament the terrible world, and the horrible incident that happened in the amusement park three days ago appeared in his mind.

If it wasn't for that, how could there be no one in the largest amusement park in the whole of Magic City during this summer's peak park season?
That day was almost the same as today, the sun was scorching, and there were still a lot of tourists at that time, so many that Uncle Wang couldn't hear what the people around him were saying, laughter, screams, noise... Yes, what those people around him said, even if they spoke in a normal volume, he might not be able to hear them clearly if they were half a meter away from him.

He is used to living with deaf ears, and his family members have persuaded him to buy a hearing aid, but he thinks it is too expensive and delicate. He feels that he is an uneducated old man. That money can be thrown into the hand, so I can't feel bad.

Because of this, Uncle Wang was not able to notice the changes in the amusement park immediately that day. Even at that time, people were screaming, running, and screaming hysterically. identity, doing the cleaning work in obscurity.

It wasn't until he, who was silently sweeping the floor with his head down, finally noticed a freshly dead person lying on the ground covered in blood and had several holes in his body, that he slowly became aware of it.

At that time, he was not frightened immediately. After all, in a place like an amusement park, it seemed like a horrible prank. Young people's "cosplay" is common in this place, and it is not uncommon.

Until he found a pair of blood-stained white sneakers and a sharp knife that kept dripping blood appeared in the angle of view covered by the brim of the sanitation worker's peaked cap. He raised his head and saw a man covered in blood, his eyes glazed over. Standing in front of him, feeling the increasingly strong and pungent smell of blood and the gradually lowering ambient temperature, he was finally shocked and realized that something was wrong.

The man who suddenly went crazy in the amusement park and got a sharp knife from nowhere. He was shirtless and had a combination pattern with an "inverted pentagram" carved on his forehead. He stabbed anyone he saw with the knife. , killing people as soon as they see them, completely ignoring men, women and children, extremely cruel, and muttering something in their mouths while killing.

Now that crazy man looked at him, Uncle Wang felt that he was about to suffocate at that time. He trembled and wanted to run, but found that his legs were already shaking like chaff, heavier than lead, and he couldn't move an inch.

Fortunately, the law enforcement officers arrived in time, and suddenly several gunshots rang out. He was so frightened that he squatted down, covering his head and closing his eyes. He only felt a fan pass over his body, and then he heard the sound of heavy objects and metal falling to the ground. sound.

I don't know if it's because of the emotional excitement, the heartbeat is beating rapidly, and the blood is flowing quickly. Uncle Wang feels that his fragile hearing seems to have recovered in a short time.

After hearing the word "killed" by the law enforcers, he opened his eyes in horror and curiosity, and saw the lunatic who fell in front of him with wide eyes.

The lunatic was shot several times, and the blood flowed from the holes on his body. He was shaking like a hen that had been bled out. Just like the innocent people stabbed to death by him all over the street, he was also dying.

Uncle Wang heard the dying lunatic whisper: "It's your turn... The mission is in your hands..." After finishing speaking, the lunatic died.

Uncle Wang didn't know if he had heard it wrong, or if it was a hallucination caused by his fear.

At that time, he didn't have time to think too much, only a kind of luck to escape.

Since that day, the outside world has said that the amusement park is not clean, and then all kinds of negative names have come one after another. The number of tourists coming to the amusement park has become less and less. Even the law enforcement officers and those people in black who have entered the amusement park to investigate are not coming now. up.

Without tourists, there is no income. If there is no income, how can companies support their employees and pay them wages?

Uncle Wang has already heard the news about layoffs and layoffs. A dispensable person like him should be counted in it...

Uncle Wang sighed, he patted his cold legs, his eyes looked at the place where the accident happened, as if he could still see the lunatic who died with death muttering in a low voice, mouthing "I'll leave it to you", he couldn't help but I shivered, and then felt a sharp pain in my ankle.

Rolling up his trousers, Uncle Wang looked at his left leg, pulled off his sock and looked at his tingling ankle, only to see a red mark on the ankle that looked like a burn.

"Why are you getting more and more red?" Uncle Wang gritted his teeth in pain. He has suffered a lot in half his life, but this does not mean that he is not afraid of pain. On the contrary, he is very sensitive to pain. Dare to get an injection once and move a knife once.

Ever since the day the lunatic killed the man, Uncle Wang has been able to feel the abnormality in his ankle. At first, it was just a little hot discomfort, but the pain got worse day by day, and the pain was unbearable. It felt like someone took a Like a soldering iron on his ankle.

He picked up the jug that was set aside, took off his shoes and socks, and poured water on his hot ankle.

As soon as the cold water was poured, the pain increased instead of diminishing, and the burning pain penetrated directly into the flesh and blood under the skin layer. The pain made his eyes widen, and he wanted to roar but could only let out a hoarse cry.

Uncle Wang squeezed tears out of his eyes due to the pain, then quickly lifted his left foot, and blew hard on his ankle. The part that was originally hot red is now wrinkled and raised, as if it had been scalded by a soldering iron. .

Afterwards, Uncle Wang was stunned when he saw the new burn scar, because the scar was exactly the same as the pattern that the lunatic carved on his forehead that day.

　Brewing up a new story... write more tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)