I'm so afraid of the morning coming, the sun is coming, please don't shine on me, darkness, please cover me forever and ever. - "No Longer in the World" about ten years ago.

The area around Yingfeng Road, Xicheng District, City S is not as prosperous as it is now, because it is located on the fringe of the city, it is neither as beautiful as the suburbs, and the air is fresh, nor as orderly as the city center.

There are illegal buildings everywhere, one piece here, one piece here, and one piece here, looking on the map, it looks like pieces of psoriasis sticking to the surface.

The reason why Xicheng District is famous is not because of any famous scenic spots, but because of an ancient cemetery.

The age of the cemetery can no longer be tested, but some horrific ghost stories are often told to remind people of its existence.

It is said that crazy murderers like to throw their bodies in that area.

In that year, the subway line [-], which runs through the east-west traffic artery of S City, officially started construction. This line will start from Dongcheng District, run through the central area of ​​Jing'an, and extend to the vicinity of Yingfeng Road in Xicheng District.

With a wave of his hand, the city leaders included the area of ​​Xicheng District in the planning scope and started bidding.

Simply put, the cost of demolition was not too high at that time. Some developers took a fancy to this land and planned to transform it into a parent-child activity paradise after winning the bid.

But on the first day of construction, an inexplicable murder occurred on the construction site.

When he was discovered, the young worker was paralyzed on the floor in a strange posture. His body was already stiff, and his face was frozen with a terrified expression. He didn't have any trauma on his body, but he did die. .

After the police arrived, they searched and searched and found nothing. It just so happened that the new director of the district took office, and it happened that the provincial sports meeting was about to be held.

The new director and the director of the Special Cases Management Bureau were at odds with each other. They didn't even say hello, just prevaricated with a "construction site accident" and closed the case hastily.

A project that has been auctioned with a lot of money cannot be shelved just because of a murder case.

After the news passed, the developer personally invited a Feng Shui master.

This master had already washed his hands of gold two years ago. If it wasn't for the deep friendship with the developer's father, he would not have come out so easily.

The master has eyes that are swollen like rotten tomatoes. There is a cut in the outside of the rotten tomatoes, revealing a pair of cloudy pupils, covered with a layer of hazy yellow frost, which contains a meaningful look, just like the dusky twilight.

He and the developer stood on the high ground on the hillside, frowning tightly, staring at the land, holding an old-fashioned bong in one hand, and stroking his beard with the other, shaking his head repeatedly.

The pine bark-like face was covered with dark clouds, he pondered for a while, and then uttered an old and hoarse voice: "You juniors, you are too hasty in doing things, and you only treat the rules as a display."

"I speculate that when you bulldozed the cemetery, you didn't do the ritual properly and angered 'it'."

His voice was like a cut old bellows, muffled, and with the gloomy weather, it sounded like the narration of a horror movie.

The developer is a short middle-aged man, white and fat, standing on the hillside like a glowing light bulb. Although he is wide and fat, he is not very courageous. After hearing this sentence, the chills run away Stuck on his back, he asked cautiously, "Old Gu, what is this...'it'?"

"You don't need to worry about this. If you are determined to do it, I will show you a clear way." The Feng Shui master exhaled and said slowly, "This place cannot be used as a parent-child activity paradise, 'it' doesn't like it."

"Otherwise, accidents will happen every time we start construction. Let's change it to a horror-themed amusement park."

After hearing this, the developer didn't care what the "it" Gu Lao was talking about, he slapped his palm with his left fist, and nodded repeatedly: "Gu Lao sees you! Build a horror-themed amusement park in a haunted place." , this gimmick is perfect!"

"In addition, there is no large-scale playground in S City, after it is completed, no one will come to worry about it!"

For businessmen, interests are above all else.

Gu Lao took a deep breath of smoke, half closed his old eyes, and looked at a certain place on the construction site, wondering what he was thinking about.

He raised his bong, tapped it on the stone casually, and sighed imperceptibly.

This is not my opinion, but the instruction of "it".

"Nephew, when you come out with your design plan, remember to have a look at it for me. I have a few things to explain, otherwise... something bad will happen."

The developer nodded with a smile, and complimented: "Naturally, my nephew, if I remember correctly, Mr. Gu, your old profession is an architect. My father often mentions your past in front of me..."

Gu Lao waved his hand, apparently not wanting to continue this topic: "Cough...don't mention the past, you're old."

The developer stopped talking knowingly, and made an inviting gesture: "Then I will trouble you to guide me, I have reserved a place in the Rose Garden, please come here."

Since then, a large horror-themed playground has been newly built in the area of ​​Yingfeng Road.

According to the meaning of Gu Lao, it was named "Dream Amusement Park".

Sure enough, just as the developer expected, it was enthusiastically sought after and made a lot of money when it first started operation.

After the popularity became high, it also drove the nearby hotels, restaurants, shopping malls and other businesses, and the area around Yingfeng Road became more and more prosperous.

Over time, no one mentioned that weird murder case again.

In addition, the traces of the ancient cemetery seemed to have been completely erased.

Until recently, there was another accident here.

In the deep winter night, there were dense snowflakes, and the wind was biting cold. Strange to say, this huge amusement park should have been closed, but at this time it was brightly lit, and all the amusement facilities were like clockwork clockwork. Toys are working tirelessly.

Even though the business district across the street was full of voices, no one took a look at the amusement park.

What was even more strange was that there was no one inside or outside the brightly lit amusement park.

At this time, a black car slid across the street and parked quietly in front of the amusement park.

A man with long platinum hair stepped out of the driver's seat. He pursed his thin lips and respectfully opened the rear door.

"Boss, we're here."

A slender young man in Wei Tie's police uniform got out of the car door.

A pair of thin metal-rimmed glasses were pressed on his tall nose, and the lenses somewhat blocked his sharp gaze, making him look less cold, but more bookish.

Gu Xuewei also got out of the car, holding a Pineapple Max tablet in her hand, walked up to the young man on a small high heel, and explained the basic situation of the case neatly: "Since the tenth of this month, the Xicheng District Police Station has received a total of ten cases of missing persons." The reports were all mysterious disappearances in Dreamland Amusement Park. After they were transferred to the Xicheng District Public Security Bureau, the investigation was exhausted, and the farts could not be found out. Because of the bad nature, they were reported to the Municipal Bureau, and finally transferred directly to us."

Kings raised his forehead: "Hey, please don't say 'fart', this lady, okay?"

The author has something to say: Insufficient sleep, dark circles are worse than rolling, hiccups

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