Chapter 162
Chapter 162
At that moment, Zhou Hui learned firsthand what a spiraling impact felt like.
Have you ever watched a nut being screwed onto a bolt?
Zhou Hui was that nut!
As his chair spun at high speed, his mind went completely blank.
Up ahead was yet another break in the track.
This time, Zhou Hui’s chair shot off the end with him, still spinning furiously.
His brain finally succumbed to the overwhelming dizziness. His eyes rolled back, and he passed out cold.
Meng Xuan, who was on another track, wasn’t faring any better.
Unlike Zhou Hui, he got to experience the highest viewing point on the Destiny Ejection Chair.
The Destiny Ejection Chair had over a hundred tracks, ten of which rose to its maximum height.
Whenever riders reached a break in one of those tracks, they were treated to a view from a hundred and fifty meters in the air.
And up there, there was nothing around you except one lonely chair.
The view was spectacular, but Meng Xuan’s legs had gone limp.
Everyone below looked as tiny as ants.
The Morgue resembled a rectangular box, disturbingly similar to a person’s final resting place.
Rumors stopped with the wise, while all thought stopped at the warmth spreading through one’s pants.
Meng Xuan felt as though he had fallen into a very long dream.
In the dream, he was working as a haunted-house sleep tester, only for things to go horribly wrong this time.
A hideous female ghost was crawling toward him, inch by inch.
Meanwhile, both his legs were soaking in a bucket of fresh blood.
Sunlight fell across Zhou Hui’s face, and he slowly opened his eyes.
The wooden bed inside the Morgue felt faintly warm. Brother Meng was lying right beside him.
Zhou Hui slowly raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight.
Ah, it was good to be alive!
Before long, Meng Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath.
The first thing he saw was a huge face looming closer and closer.
Slap!
The crisp sound echoed throughout the Morgue.
Zhou Hui clutched his cheek, his eyes wide with disbelief.
This was Brother Meng!
They had known each other for ten years!
Ten whole years!
Did he have any idea how much that slap had hurt him?
Did he know how much Zhou Hui trusted him?
Did he know what Zhou Hui had gone through for his wife over the past ten years?
Meng Xuan’s hand froze in midair. When he saw the terror in Zhou Hui’s eyes, he finally came to his senses.
He hurriedly tried to stand so he could apologize.
Unfortunately, his trembling legs gave him no such chance.
The moment he rose, he dropped straight to his knees.
The air suddenly fell silent.
Zhou Hui sat on the wooden bed in silence for a long moment.
“Brother Meng, I’m fine. You really don’t have to go this far!”
Meng Xuan clenched his teeth, his face contorted. “My damn legs are weak! Help me up!”
Zhou Hui quickly pushed himself up, intending to help Brother Meng to his feet.
But he had forgotten one thing: they had both ridden the same attraction.
Although he had woken up first, the effects of the adrenaline rush had yet to wear off.
Without the slightest hesitation, his knees also slammed into the floor.
Inside the spacious Morgue, two burly men knelt face-to-face.
Their eyes met, and the atmosphere abruptly became rather strange.
After a long silence, Zhou Hui spoke.
“Brother Meng, your pants are wet!”
That snapped Meng Xuan fully back to reality. He lowered his head and said nothing.
“Brother Meng, your pants are wet!”
Zhou Hui said it louder this time, and Meng Xuan lowered his head even further.
“Brother Meng, your pants are wet!”
This time, Zhou Hui’s voice was so loud that everyone nearby turned to look.
Meng Xuan finally raised his head. His face was a mixture of embarrassment, fury, and the despair of a man who no longer wished to remain in this world.
“For fuck’s sake, you think I don’t know my pants are wet?”
“Am I supposed to change in front of all these people at the amusement park?”
“Do you have to keep reminding me every chance you get?”
One complaint after another poured out of Meng Xuan. Somehow, his anger gave him the strength to force himself to his feet and walk off into the distance.
Zhou Hui wiped the spit from his face. “Brother Meng, where are you going?”
“To change my pants!”
In the bleak autumn wind, his stumbling footsteps seemed especially lonely.
In the bleak autumn wind, the figure kneeling on the floor of the Morgue seemed equally lonely.
Ten minutes later, Zhou Hui, who had barely managed to get back on his feet, met up with Meng Xuan, who had changed his pants.
“Brother Meng, why don’t we just go home?”
“And let our three-hour drive here go to waste?”
“Then what are we supposed to do? I remember you only brought that one extra pair of pants.”
“For fuck’s sake, can you stop bringing that up?”
Meng Xuan took several deep breaths to calm himself, then fixed his gaze on a tourist resting nearby.
“Excuse me. Which attraction here isn’t quite as scary?”
The man sitting on the bench took a sip of the Amusement Park’s specialty drink.
“The Hot Air Balloon. The view from up there is pretty nice.”
“Thanks, buddy!”
“Oh, and you’ll see a rope once you’re up there. Remember to pull it. It’ll lower the difficulty.”
Satisfied with the answer, Meng Xuan took Zhou Hui to line up for the Hot Air Balloon.
Luckily, it wasn’t long before the two of them boarded one that still had empty seats.
“You guys get tricked into coming here by that video too?”
Hearing the voice beside him, Meng Xuan nodded. “You too?”
“Of course! That video was a total scam!”
“Damn, that video tricked me too!”
“Same here!”
As far as the eye could see, every tourist aboard the Hot Air Balloon had been lured here by that video.
As the Hot Air Balloon rose into the sky, a strangely homoerotic atmosphere settled over the basket.
Enjoying the breeze against his face, Meng Xuan gradually began to relax.
Sometimes, when his work took him out of town to test hotel rooms, Zhou Hui looked after his wife and children for him.
A hint of guilt inevitably stirred in his heart. But then Zhou Hui’s earlier remark echoed in his ears.
Meng Xuan silently glanced down at his pants, and his face instantly darkened.
What the hell do I have to feel guilty about?!
His gaze shifted to the rope on the floor.
What had that guy said again?
Pull it to lower the difficulty?
Without thinking any further, Meng Xuan picked up the rope and casually gave it a tug.
Zhou Hui, who was sitting beside him, vanished in the blink of an eye.
Meng Xuan stared blankly for several seconds. It wasn’t until Zhou Hui returned to his seat that he finally realized what had happened.
Lower the difficulty?
He glanced at the rope attached to his own seat.
As long as his hands were fast enough to keep anyone else from pulling his rope, then in a way, it really did lower the difficulty.
His thoughts raced, but his hands never stopped moving.
Before Zhou Hui could even speak, he vanished from his seat yet again.
The other tourists reacted as if they had just discovered some earth-shattering secret. Within seconds, an all-out battle erupted over the ropes.
One scream after another rang through the sky.
A profound sense of satisfaction instantly welled up inside Meng Xuan.
So this was the right way to enjoy the ride?
A somewhat sleazy grin spread across his face.
After a full ten minutes, Meng Xuan looked at Zhou Hui, whose eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and cried out in exhilaration,
“That was awesome!”
Meanwhile, Li Yang rubbed his dry throat and made his way to the doctor.
“I’ve got a bit of a cough. I think I might have caught a cold.”
The doctor stuffed a Suxiao Jiuxin Wan into a tourist’s mouth, then turned around and took a tongue depressor from his small medical kit.
“Open wide!”