My Iyashikei Game Chapter 621: The disappearing clown
Chapter 622 The Disappearing Clown
After five o'clock in the morning, when the sky was getting dark, Han Fei came to the paradise in the northern suburbs of Xinhu.
With the rapid development of science and technology today, there are various entertainment modes, and there are very few tourists who would choose this kind of offline physical park, not to mention that the park itself is not open to the public, and ordinary tourists are not allowed to enter.
"It's nice to have money. In order to preserve the memory, you can build a paradise for yourself."
Han Fei looked at the huge paradise in the guardrail with a very surprised expression.
He originally thought that this paradise would be very dilapidated, but only after he arrived did he realize that this private paradise has a complete range of entertainment facilities, and there are many strange buildings inside. The total area is far larger than that of ordinary paradise.
Take out his phone, Han Fei zoomed in on the map, and he made a new discovery.
The paradise bought by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical and the plastic surgery hospital built by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical are located on both sides of the northern suburbs. The layout of this building is the same as in the world of shrines. memory.
"Both Fu Sheng and Fu Tian are no longer alive, who is managing the Paradise now?"
Xinhu Paradise had been closed for many years before Yongsheng Pharmaceutical took over, and I couldn’t find much information about it on the Internet. I only know that it was eliminated by the times because of poor management.
"There was no murder, no one was injured, and there were few accidents. Why did such a paradise become the eternal pain in Fu Sheng's heart?"
"Could it be that something has disappeared with Fu Sheng, disappeared together?"
The gate of the paradise is closed, the surroundings are deserted, and there is no one there, but the lights in the paradise are brightly lit, and all kinds of entertainment facilities are operating normally, as if they are open 24 hours a day.
"How much electricity is wasted every day?"
Han Fei habitually checked the location of the surveillance. He circled the fence of the park and walked hundreds of meters before finally finding a blind spot for surveillance.
"When the left and right monitors rotate to 30 degrees, there will be a gap of one second. I will use this time to climb over the guardrail."
With his head down, Han Fei walked along the road outside the park like a normal morning jogger, paying attention to monitoring with his peripheral vision.
When the monitor started to turn, Han Fei accelerated suddenly. He spotted the position and grabbed the guardrail.
But just as he was about to forcefully turn over, a clown suddenly appeared on the other side of the iron fence.
Han Fei didn't even see when the clown appeared. He was dressed in fancy clothes, with thick foundation and various bright colors on his face, which looked weird and absurd.
Han Fei, who grabbed the guardrail, stopped abruptly. He was a public figure anyway, and it was impossible for him to continue to force his way into the paradise while being seen by others.
Through the hole in the iron fence, Han Fei and the clown on the other side of the fence looked at each other, and he felt that he should say something.
"Morning, I just took a look."
Han Fei felt that the clown was very strange. There was a strange feeling about the other person, as if what was hidden under the clown's makeup was not a person, but a ghost.
The clown tilted his head and looked at Han Fei with an exaggerated smile. Instead of accusing Han Fei of anything, he took out a blood-red balloon from behind and handed it to Han Fei.
"For me?" Han Fei held the balloon, and he saw a human face printed on the balloon. From a distance, it seemed that it was not a balloon, but a floating human head: "The aesthetics of your paradise A little twisted?"
Seeing Han Fei taking the balloon, the clown clapped his hands happily, then staggered away.
"What a weird guy." Someone who could make Han Fei feel weird was no longer weird.
Holding the balloon, Han Fei had already been captured by surveillance cameras, so he didn't bother to sneak in secretly, and walked directly towards the main entrance of the paradise.
"What time does your park open?"
Han Fei came to the ticket office. The ticket office with cartoon patterns was like a cabin in a fairy tale. There was a staff member in uniform sitting at the ticket window.
"Are you asleep?"
After shouting for a long time, the other party didn't reply. Han Fei knocked on the glass window again, then reached into the window, trying to pat the other party's shoulder.
But before his hand got close, the staff member's head fell off his shoulder and landed on his palm.
"Smart housekeeper?"
The sudden drop of a staff member's head was a terrifying thing in itself, but what was even scarier than this was that Han Fei didn't feel scared at all, and directly took the head out of the window.
"Is something wrong? I didn't do it!"
Holding the head of the smart ticket seller, Han Fei walked into the ticket sales hall, waved his hand at the monitor for a long time, but no one came over, so he had to go find the park security by himself.
After walking for a few more minutes, Han Fei saw the security booth. His patience was exhausted, and he knocked **** the window.
The sleeping security guard woke up from his dream. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the big star Han Fei standing outside his window with his head in his arms.
"Crack!"
The security guard fell from the chair, and he felt that he must be dreaming.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm here to find someone, and I just saw your ticketing robot's head fall off!" Han Fei explained for a long time before the security guard came out of the room.
"Han Fei? Is it Han Fei who was broadcasting live at the hospital last night?" Very unreal feeling.
"You are so timid, how can you be a security guard?" Han Fei put the conductor's head on the table: "What time does your park usually open? What procedures do you need to go through to enter your park?"
"This is a private paradise, not open to the public." The security guard was a little embarrassed: "If you have something urgent, I can help you contact our leader. I have no right to let outsiders in."
After the security guard finished speaking, he made a few phone calls, and then a staff member in uniform walked out of the park and connected Han Fei into the park.
The staff member seemed to have just woken up, with disheveled hair, listless, and an employee ID card casually hanging on his chest.
"Mr. Han, why did you come to our paradise so early in the morning?" The staff member's surname is Tao Mingtao, who is a fan of Han Fei and has heard of Han Fei's heroic deeds. So after learning of Han Fei's arrival, he immediately got up from the bed and rushed over.
"You don't have to be nervous, I'm just looking around."
"Then I will accompany you." Tao Tao wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stared at Han Fei carefully. He knew very well that some people appeared to be actors, but in fact they were more like the sons of death. Where did they go? , where the dead body will appear.
"There are no tourists in your park, why are all the entertainment facilities still operating normally? Isn't this a waste of money?" Han Fei asked, feeling puzzled.
"This is an order personally issued by our former chairman, Fu Tian, to ensure the normal operation of the park no matter day or night. He seems to be doing this to... wait for someone."
"Waiting for someone?"
"Yes, he doesn't remember who he is waiting for, he only knows that that person will return to the paradise one day and find himself who was lost." Tao Tao spread his hands: "I don't know the details, Fu Tian is a genius who changed the times, and it is normal for a mortal like me to find it hard for me to understand what this kind of genius says."
In the company of Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals, the late chairman Fu Tian has been somewhat deified.
"Just because of a vague sentence, you want to keep this huge paradise running day and night?" Han Fei felt a little outrageous.
Tao Tao smiled wryly: "Actually, there are many people in the company who think the same as you, so since Fu Tian passed away, the park has stopped maintenance and just maintained the minimum operation."
"I heard that Fu Tian's suicide note had been revised before. It seems that this paradise was mentioned in the real suicide note? So what kind of black box might be related to the paradise?" Han Fei said casually.
"This must be a rumor. I have been guarding this paradise for more than ten years. I have traveled to every place in the paradise. How can there be any black boxes?" Tao Tao waved his hand.
"Has Fu Tian been to Paradise before? Has he said anything? Has he done anything noteworthy?" Han Fei was not polite and asked Tao Tao directly.
"Chairman Fu Tian would also come to visit the park in the past, and every time he would sit alone on the bench in the center of the park with his eyes closed and meditate, as if he was waiting for someone."
"Waiting for someone?"
"Hey, but he still didn't wait for it in the end. Death is like a lamp going out. Immortality is really too difficult." Tao Tao accompanied Han Fei around the paradise. A few minutes later, he received a call, as if he was going to participate What kind of parade, you have to leave.
Tao Tao repeatedly told Han Fei not to go to the entertainment facilities casually, and then walked towards the west of the park alone.
It seemed that Han Fei was the only one left in the huge paradise. He walked through the entertainment facilities that kept making various noises and various lights, and came to the center of the paradise.
Beside the huge fountain, Han Fei saw the park bench that Tao Tao said.
What he didn't expect was that when the fountain water column fell, he found another person sitting on the bench opposite the fountain.
It was an old lady with a kind face. She was well maintained and had an outstanding temperament, as if she came from a wealthy and noble family.
When the old man saw Han Fei, his expression was also very surprised. She seemed to remember something, smiled and waved to Han Fei, signaling Han Fei to go over.
Han Fei felt a little familiar when he saw the old man. He walked around the fountain and sat on the same bench as the old man.
"Have I seen you somewhere before?" The old man's voice was very warm.
"Should you have seen me in a movie? I'm an actor." Han Fei looked at the old man. He found that the old man's hair was very special. In black, she seems to have started to reverse growth, which violates some biological laws.
"I haven't seen a movie for many years." The old man shook his head, and then looked at his hands. Her fingerprints were different from normal ones, as if they had been worn away by something.
"Actually, I feel familiar after seeing you." Han Fei rubbed his temples: "What should I call you?"
"My name is Du Jing. This name originally belonged to my mother, but I want to live on her behalf." The old man didn't look up, as if he was still thinking about something.
"Du Jing?" Han Fei couldn't calm down after hearing the name. He had seen this old man in the memory world of the shrine!
The other party is Du Jing's biological daughter, the "medicine" that Du Shu regarded as a test product.
In reality, Du Jing helped Fu Sheng and died deep in the plastic surgery hospital.
Later, Fu Sheng rescued Du Jing's daughter and tried his best to make her live forever. As for Du Shu's fate, Han Fei didn't know, because there was no information about Du Shu on the Internet. That woman seemed to be erased directly by Fu Sheng.
"I am trying to live, but the people around me are leaving one by one. If eternal life means saying goodbye to everyone, then what is the meaning of eternal life?"
"It's boring for one person to live forever, but it's different if everyone can get it. I can't even imagine such a world." Han Fei looked at the old lady, and after a pause, he still asked his doubts : "Do you remember Fu Sheng?"
"Fu Sheng... who is he?" The wrinkles at the corners of the old man's eyes deepened a bit.
“Because of him, this paradise exists.”
"Fu Tian was the one who built the paradise." The old man seemed to think of something: "But I heard him say that he wants to wait for someone in this paradise. He seems to have made an agreement with that person when he was very young. No matter who gets separated, they must come to the benches of this paradise and wait for each other.”
"Has Fu Tian waited for that person?"
"No." The old man shook her head slightly. When she said this, the sun just rose from the horizon, and all the lights in the park were extinguished: "The ghost night is over, and the street parade will start later. Don't come with me to take a look?"
"Ghost night? Parade?"
“There are many games left by Fu Tian in this paradise. Ghost Night is a game of hunting ghosts. It starts at zero o’clock and ends at dawn. Go to the sun." The old man stood up: "Fu Tian likes all kinds of games, and many of the games he designed are said to be cleared by no one but himself."
The old lady hadn't finished speaking~IndoMTL.com~The ground began to tremble, a gate at the deepest part of the paradise opened, and a huge black float appeared on the track.
The sun shines into the park from the east, and the strange floats drive out of the buildings in the west one after another.
Some of those floats are tied with black and red flowers, some are like a huge crow, and some are full of balloons with human faces painted on them.
Weirdness, depression, madness, and nightmares seem to be the themes of the parade. Occasionally, actors in costumes can be seen on the floats. They control the entertainment facilities in the park and perform various performances on the floats.
In the entire paradise, there may be only two audiences, Han Fei and the old lady, but they still performed very hard.
"Isn't it shocking?" The old lady looked at the float team: "Every time I tried a new drug, I would stay in the paradise for one night, looking at everything Fu Tian designed, and I felt as if he was still alive .”
"It's really good." Han Fei's aesthetics was cultivated in the deep world. He firmly remembered the decoration of each float and the appearance of the people on the float.
After careful comparison, Han Fei did not find the clown he met this morning.
(end of this chapter)