Resist the world, but I spread the curse

Chapter 143 Uncle Wang

Bypassing the museum with carved beams and painted buildings in the paradise, and passing through the horror house with intrigues, Uncle Wang came to a deep path. Walking forward, you will see the trivial greenery that is no longer paved. The dilapidated prefabricated house hidden among the woods is the staff dormitory of Uncle Wang.

Some colleagues used to live in that place, but they couldn't bear the cold and damp in spring and summer in the prefabricated house, and the frequent harassment of snakes, mice, mice and ants in summer, and finally moved out of that place. Only Uncle Wang is still willing to live There, there is no need to pay dormitory fees just because you live in this place, and you don’t even need to pay for water and electricity.

Uncle Wang returned to the iron sheet house where he had worked for ten years and lived in it for ten years.

Opening the door, the light outside the door seemed to be impenetrable, and the darkness inside was difficult to illuminate. With a flick of his skinny fingers in the dark room, the electric light in the room was turned on, illuminating his spotless and tidy dormitory At the same time, it also illuminated a lonely and dark wrinkled old face.

He stood at the door, looking at the familiar environment around him, listening to the rustling insects in the hidden corners, the corners of his eyes began to moisten, and he couldn't help crying because he was about to bid farewell to this place.

What he was most worried about finally came. The director of the amusement park asked him to talk this afternoon, directly announcing that his labor contract would expire at the end of the month and that he would not renew it.

But the bitter truth for him was that the reason why the amusement park did not renew the contract was not that the business was going from bad to worse, but that his age had reached the point where no one was willing to hire such an old man like him.

Uncle Wang picked up the mirror on the table by the window, looked at it, looked at the haggard, gloomy, rough old face covered with brown spots in the mirror, his hands trembled slightly, he didn't expect him to be so old.

Age is a very mysterious number in this busy society. Only when it is mentioned, people will realize how much they have lost.

Uncle Wang is no exception. He feels that his ten years have passed so quickly, and he doesn't know what to do next.

The family still needs money, and he can't grow old yet.

Uncle Wang put down the mirror, then took off his shoes, and sat cross-legged on the bed. He looked at his ankle with red eyes showing burn scars, and murmured: "Is it because of you that I am so unlucky?" ?”

He rubbed the scar, and the scab of the scar was firmly fixed on it like a stubborn leech that was tightly attached.

He rubbed vigorously, rubbed vigorously, rubbed vigorously until he gritted his teeth, the bed board vibrated, and rubbed until he felt the skin and flesh were about to separate... A smear of bright red dyed the skin of the burn scar, and it was also covered with the thumb that was stained with broken skin.

The pain brought Uncle Wang back to his senses. He looked at the scar that still showed the imprint of the mysterious symbol even though the skin was scratched, and the shock and anger in his heart gradually turned into pure fear.

"What exactly is this, what does this symbol mean, and why did it appear on my feet?" Uncle Wang's doubts aggravated his inner anxiety.

He could only recall that before his death, the lunatic with the knife grabbed his ankle with a mysterious scar with his bloody hand, and he muttered about the passing of the mission and the succession of the mission in his mouth.

But it didn't make sense, he wouldn't do it.

Uncle Wang is very clear about the meaning of the madman's last words, but the madman's last words are like the whispers of the devil, they will keep appearing in his dreams and when he is wandering, urging and tempting him to go to the nameless depravity, falling into a world beyond redemption. hell.

The distressed Uncle Wang subconsciously picked up the photo frame on the table. The photo in the photo frame was a group photo of a family of three. He hugged his young self, gentle wife and happy daughter in the photo, curled up on the head of the bed, letting his feet The blood from his ankle dripped on the bed sheet, longing for his family to give him silent strength.

Jingle Bell……

The vibration and warmth of the mobile phone in his pocket woke up Uncle Wang. He sat up from the bed in shock and looked at a desk, a bed, a lamp and a wardrobe in the dormitory. Nothing in the dormitory had changed. However, the sky outside the window was already dark, and the sly crescent moon was hiding behind thick clouds.

Uncle Wang picked up the phone, looked at the caller ID and the clock displayed on the corner of the screen, and realized that he had slept for so long without knowing it.

Seeing the caller on the caller ID, Uncle Wang didn't dare to slow down and connected the call.

"Hello." Uncle Wang's tense and bitter face suddenly thawed out, like a spring breeze, showing a peaceful and simple smile, "Ninny, what's the matter?"

"Dad, my summer vacation is coming soon, will you go back?" His daughter's gentle and clear voice made him feel like holding a clear spring, and his brows stretched.

Uncle Wang was silent for a while, and said with a smile: "Return, I will always be at home from now on."

Uncle Wang's tone was relaxed, but the daughter seemed to be able to hear her father's broken heart. She asked nervously, "Dad, is there something wrong with your work? I saw the news..."

"It's okay." Uncle Wang interrupted his daughter's questioning, took a deep breath as if he was sighing, and said, "How are you doing at the university, you will graduate in one year, how are you preparing for the postgraduate exam?"

Hearing this, the daughter was silent for a while, and said dryly, "Dad, I don't want to go to graduate school anymore."

"Don't worry about money. Dad still has some savings here, enough for your education." Uncle Wang's tone became serious, "Don't worry about my affairs. Although your dad has no skills, he can still afford your education."

"Then at least let me work and study?" The daughter softened her attitude.

Uncle Wang didn't agree immediately, but he also knew that his daughter had inherited his wife's gentleness, but he also inherited his stubbornness. He knew that his toughness might lead to a stronger rebellion from his daughter, so he also withdrew after some thought. One step later, he said: "As long as you can ensure that your studies can go smoothly, you can work and study part time."

"Okay, I promise." After hearing this, the daughter laughed happily.Hearing his daughter's hearty laughter, Uncle Wang was also sincerely happy.

Unknowingly chatting until late at night, Uncle Wang urged his daughter to go to bed early, and he also had to wash up early, preparing to end this exhausting day with sleep.

After taking a bath and lying down on the bed, the tired Uncle Wang soon fell asleep.

That night, Uncle Wang had a strange dream. He dreamed of the cosmic starry sky, the colorful and changeable space-time dimension. He was like a tiny speck of dust floating uncontrollably in the vast and endless time and space. , Those unreasonable, weird and inexplicable pictures deeply stimulated his brain, and he heard the whisper of the lunatic again in a trance, but this time the whisper of the lunatic became extraordinarily ethereal and deafening, like the deafening sound of Sanskrit, hitting people's hearts directly .

When he woke up from the dream, Uncle Wang was so frightened by the scene in the room that he lost his face. He saw the snakes, insects, rats and ants all over the ground turned over, exposing their abdomens, dead one after another, all over the place, their dead appearance ...like being scared to death.

(End of this chapter)