Chapter 139 Terrorist Incident in the Amusement Park

Author: Youdaoyan

Chapter 139 Terrorist Incident in the Amusement Park

Uncle Wang, the sanitation worker who does daily cleaning for the JOJO amusement park, is sweeping the rare fallen leaves on the street under the scorching sun. He sometimes stops to wipe his sweat, sometimes stands for a while and holds his waist. When he feels tired, he hides in the closed hot dog stand.

Enjoy the coolness underneath.

Two slitted eyes were wrinkled on his dark and old face. While drinking water, Uncle Wang was lost in thought, thinking to himself, if he continues like this, how many more days can he work here?

He came out from the countryside to work in the big city to earn money before he was eighteen years old. In his early years, he could still work in a factory as an assembly line worker. The money he saved was spent on marrying a wife and raising children to go to school. Now that he is old, it is not easy for him to

He found a job sweeping the floors and could earn some money to support his family. If this job was gone, he couldn't imagine what else he could find for a living in the future.

Seeing that the once bustling amusement park street was now empty, he was stunned for a long time and he was the only one breathing. This made him lament the bad world, and the horrific incident that happened in the amusement park three days ago appeared in his mind.

If it hadn't been for that, how could there be no one at the largest amusement park in the entire Magic City during this summer's peak amusement park season?

That day was similar to today, the sun was scorching, and there were so many tourists at that time that Uncle Wang's hard-working ears couldn't hear what the people around him were saying, laughing, screaming, and making noises...

Yes, specifically what the people around him said, even if they spoke at a normal volume, he might not be able to hear clearly even if they were half a meter away from him.

He has become accustomed to the life of hearing loss, and his family has also advised him to buy a hearing aid, but he thinks it is too expensive and too delicate. He feels that he is an uneducated and rough guy. If he accidentally breaks it,

You can just throw that money into your hands without feeling heartbroken.

Because of this, Uncle Wang was not able to notice the changes in the amusement park immediately that day. Even though people were screaming, running, and hysterically shouting in fear at that time, he was not able to notice it immediately. He just acted like he usually does.

With his identity, he does the cleaning work in obscurity.

It wasn't until he silently lowered his head to sweep the floor that he finally noticed a freshly dead man lying on the ground covered in blood and with several holes poked in his body, that he slowly realized what he was doing.

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

Until he found a pair of blood-stained white sneakers and a sharp knife dripping blood appearing in his view under the brim of the sanitation worker's peaked hat. He raised his head and saw a man covered in blood with dull eyes.

Standing in front of him, feeling the increasingly strong and pungent smell of blood and the gradually lowering ambient temperature, he was finally startled 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 pattern with an "inverted pentagram" as the main theme carved on his forehead. He stabbed everyone he saw with the knife.

, killing people on sight, completely ignoring men, women, old and young, extremely cruel, muttering something while killing.

Now that crazy man looked at him, Uncle Wang felt that he was almost suffocated at that time. He shivered and wanted to run, but found that his legs were shaking like chaff and he was heavier than lead, making it difficult to walk.

Fortunately, the law enforcement officers arrived in time. Suddenly, several gunshots rang out. He was so frightened that he squatted on the spot, held his head and closed his eyes. He only felt a fan blowing over his body, and then heard heavy objects and metal falling to the ground.

sound.

I don't know if it was due to being overly excited. His heartbeat was beating fast and his blood was flowing fast. Uncle Wang felt as if his fragile hearing had been restored in a short period of time.

After he heard the law enforcers say "kill", he opened his eyes in horror and curiosity, and saw the madman lying in front of him with wide eyes.

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

Uncle Wang heard the dying madman whisper: "It's your turn...the mission is in your hands..." After saying this, the madman died.

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

He didn't have time to think so much at that time, he only felt lucky to have escaped.

Since that day, the outside world has said that the amusement park is unclean, and then all kinds of negative names have come one after another. There are fewer and fewer tourists coming to the amusement park. Even the law enforcement officers and the people in black who come in and out of the amusement park to investigate are no longer coming.

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Without tourists, there is no income. Without income, how can companies afford to support and pay their employees?

Uncle Wang has already heard the news about internal layoffs and layoffs. Dispensable people like him should be included in it...

Uncle Wang sighed, patted his cold leg, and looked at the place where the accident occurred. It seemed that he could still see the madman who was still muttering and whispering, "Leave it to you", and he couldn't help but feel

I shivered, and then felt a stabbing pain in my ankle.

Rolling up his trousers, Uncle Wang looked at his left leg, took off his socks and looked at his stinging ankle. He saw a red mark on his ankle that looked like a burn.

"Why is it getting redder and redder?" Uncle Wang gritted his teeth in pain. He had suffered a lot in his life, but this did not mean that he was not afraid of pain. On the contrary, he was very sensitive to pain, so much so that he never felt pain when he was sick in his life.

Dare to get an injection and go under the knife once.

From the day the madman committed the murder, Uncle Wang has been feeling something strange in his ankle. At first, it was just some discomfort due to hotness, but the pain became worse day by day. The pain was so unbearable that he felt as if someone had taken a knife.

It felt like a hot iron had been used on his ankles.

He picked up the kettle placed aside, took off his shoes and socks, and poured water on his hot ankles.

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

Uncle Wang squeezed tears out of his eyes in pain, and then he quickly picked up his left foot and blew hard on the ankle. The originally red area now became wrinkled and raised, as if he had really been burned by a soldering iron.

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Later, Uncle Wang was stunned when he looked at the new burn scar, because the scar was exactly the same as the pattern carved on his forehead by the madman himself.

I'm brewing a new story... I'll write more tomorrow.
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