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Chapter 189 2017.2.1 Weird Pavilion

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    Yesterday, I dreamed again My mother and I walked in the lively old street and came to the door of an exhibition hall. The door was very small, next to the ticket office, an old-fashioned building.  Some people are waiting to get in and visit.  Standing in front are two young male students.  My mother and I also waited on the side.  There is a male staff member standing on the high platform at the entrance, who is here to maintain order.  I heard that the number of visitors inside is limited, and when the inside is full, people outside have to wait.

    After waiting for a while, three people came down the stairs from the door, and the girl with the backpack who walked in the front patted her chest and said something.  After a while, a young woman sat by the ticket window next to her, she was the ticket sales staff.  My mother and I have a written certificate to go in for free. I handed it in when I saw the right time, and let us in after the review.  The first one to go in without being the first in the queue can be regarded as a jam.

    I walked in the front, my mother followed me, and then there were other tourists.  As soon as you enter the door, you will go up the wooden stairs. The stairs are narrow and bucketed, and the wooden structure creaks when you step on it. It must be many years old.  Turning up the stairs, I walked up an unknown number of floors, and finally reached the upper platform. I came out of the stairs and looked around. It looked like a residential building in the 1980s. A long curved line stretched forward from the right  The gallery passage connects many doors.  There are three doors on the right hand side, the kind of painted wooden door, green paint, the upper half door of the first room is still covered with a thick layer of paddle paper.  I took a closer look at the noses of the three doors, which were only hung and unlocked. I wanted to go in and have a look. I looked up at the top horizontal signboard with the words mortuary, and looked back at the tourists who followed me.  My mother and I are just a couple, and we feel very nervous, but the exhibition hall here is definitely worth seeing. It¡¯s a pity that we can¡¯t go in and visit after so much trouble.  Emboldened and courageous, in the end we decided to go in and have a look. We were dazed, and when I came back to my senses, I saw that the lights were on in the morgue, and everyone was already inside, so I followed in. There were many people in the morgue.  Beds, there is a person lying on each bed, some with their faces covered, some without their faces, I heard that they are all played by real people, some people are still moving, I finally walked out of the room, and saw a person half sitting up  He stared at us, his eyes were bloodshot and quite red.

    After coming out of the morgue, I walked forward again, and came to a large room. Inside, there were many people sitting side by side on long benches.  Walking in, I saw two rows of people surrounded a passage, and at the end of the passage was a mourning hall, with incense and a photo of the dead on it.  Looking around, wondering are these people really doing a funeral or is this a show in the pavilion.  I want to leave here. I walked a few steps to the left of the mourning hall and saw that the doorpost was surrounded by wooden fences. There was no passage there. I wanted to leave here.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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