【Amusement Park in a Small World】 Prologue

Prologue
My apartment was in an old-fashioned building, what's known as a tenement building. It had a grayish-yellow exterior, iron staircases outside
, and a group of strange neighbors.
The reasons I chose this place were its low price and its proximity to the school.
The dilapidated apartment seemed to hide away from the crowds, tucked away in alleyways, surrounded by low-rise buildings
and various makeshift shacks, making the alleyways even more winding and twisting.
You could even call it a shantytown. Pigeons flying everywhere and urine stains on the corners were my most
succinct summary of this place after six months.
However, there were good spots.
Less than 50 meters from the apartment, there was an incredibly luxurious public toilet. A two-story structure, its exterior was covered in white
and beige tiles, appearing extremely elegant amidst the dilapidation.
It seemed to have been built by the city government when they planned to improve the shantytown, but subsequent projects were never implemented, so
only this free toilet stood amidst the overgrown weeds. The free public toilets, cleaned by community workers, 　　were frequently used
by residents without private restrooms because they were far from the main road . 　　 I, however, didn't use them often. After all, they were 50 meters away, and I preferred the simple shared 　　toilets on my floor. The middle-aged men carrying newspapers or crumpled magazines seemed to be killing time. As for 　　the students with dyed hair, earrings, and arms around girls, they were clearly there for other reasons. 　　 That day, I was chatting with my neighbor. 　　 The person I was talking to was a high school student who lived downstairs. 　　 "Hey, did you know? Someone died in the toilet!" he said. 　　 This shocking and inexplicable start successfully stopped me on my way upstairs. 　　 "Really? When did it happen?" I asked from the bottom of the stairs. Deep down, I didn't quite believe it 　　, so I remained unusually calm. 　　 Sure enough, what he told me wasn't a murder at all. Actually, the cleaning 　　lady responsible for that public toilet discovered early in the morning that the second-floor stalls were locked from the inside, with a large amount of what looked like blood seeping out from under the doors 　　, accompanied by a putrid stench completely out of place in a toilet. Terrified, she called the police. 　　 While I was at school, the police had already opened the stalls and found a large amount of flesh, mostly 　　chopped-up cat, dog, and bird carcasses. As for the large amount of blood on the floor, the cause was still unknown. The police sirens made the 　　quiet old building quite noisy for a while. 　　 The high school student who had skipped school and witnessed the whole thing seemed eager to tell someone, so he poured out his story to me 　　before sauntering downstairs satisfied. 　　 "Corpse parts and...blood, huh?" I muttered to myself. It sounded like some kind of cult activity, but since it was piled 　　up in the toilet, it was probably already used. A rotting corpse piled up in a public toilet in the middle of the night because they couldn't handle it? 　　 An utterly absurd conclusion. 　　 I chuckled to myself, shook my head, dispelling the strange thoughts, and prepared to go upstairs to go home. 　　 Just then—"Oh, right," the high school student who had already wandered downstairs returned at some point, "Actually, it's not 　　just a simple matter of dumping a body in the toilet," your statement has become quite complicated, "Someone in our building has gone missing 　　, and it's very likely that the perpetrator killed them!" So you're too excited. Although I admire your abundant 　　imagination, the so-called perpetrator hasn't even been identified by the police yet... 　　 "Missing? Who's missing?" Actually, judging from the lights, everyone in the building has always been there. "It's 　　that couple on the first floor, they disappeared the day before yesterday." I see. 　　I've heard that there's a mixed-use apartment on the first floor, supposedly full of students from some third-rate university. The high school student on the second floor sometimes goes to 　　peep at them having sex, and has even asked me a few times if I want to go with him. 　　 "It was only the day before yesterday, it's normal for them to go out and not come back." I gave him a perfunctory answer. "Hey 　　, actually, I saw them the night before last. They were going to that dead man's toilet, probably to have some fun 　　, and then the killer just killed them, chopped them up, and mixed them in with the rotting flesh..." 　　 Ignoring the high school student's excited, gloating tone, I felt a surge of surprise. Since he saw the two college students go into the toilet, given his personality, he would definitely have followed them to spy, so 　　it was certain that 　　the two hadn't come out of the toilet. The police wouldn't have made such a big oversight; the two weren't 　　in the toilet now, and of course, the bodies weren't there either. 　　 So, it was... a locked-room mystery? 　　 I seemed a little interested. 　　 ********************************** 　　 I hadn't originally planned to go check out that toilet; there were too many mysteries in the high school student's deliberately eerie rumors 　　. But the next day after school, as I was walking towards the old building, I suddenly saw a strange person. 　　 She was wearing a black trench coat, a black wide-brimmed hat, her hands in her pockets, walking quickly. She 　　carried a strangely bulging bag on her back . I could tell at a glance from her skeleton that she was female, but 　　what was this obvious attire trying to conceal? 　　 I immediately thought of the corpses piled up in the toilet. The corpses were found in the men's restroom on the second floor, and a 　　woman dressed in men's clothing carrying an unidentified object… By the time I came to my senses, I was already following her. 　　 Basically, I'm a top student. 　　 Excellent grades, good athletic ability, healthy body, and a 　　standard high school senior's routine of going to school, coming home, and going back. I have no intention of changing my current situation, simply moving forward. 　　 However, I now seem to be deviating from my planned path. 　　 Danger lies ahead, I warned myself. A suspicious, strange woman, and a toilet where someone has vanished into thin air— 　　signs of danger. 　　 Yet I still followed. A woman with her head down and body hunched over is easy to follow; even a simple tailing 　　wouldn't be noticed, and an excuse to be discovered would be easy to come up with—thinking like this must be crazy. 　　 She went into the toilet. I pretended to be nonchalant and followed her in. 　　 Scanning my surroundings, I saw that she had indeed gone up to the second floor. The staircase was to the left of the entrance, and to the right was a long corridor 　　with a mirror and a sink on one side. It was impossible for her to pass through so quickly without me noticing. 　　 I climbed the stairs as quietly as possible and reached the second floor.

The second floor was the men's restroom.
Turning the corner, I was instantly terrified by the sight before me.
The white walls were gone, replaced by haphazard, dark red streaks, as if someone had
roughly scrubbed them with a blood-soaked brush. The urinals were filled with a yellow liquid, and the stall doors on the other side were covered
in a disgusting, sludge-like substance, emanating a putrid stench… “It’s like hell
…” I blurted out unconsciously. My soft words echoed loudly in the quiet restroom,
startling me instantly.
Oh no! A jolt ran down my spine, my pupils widened instantly, and I froze. I was sure I’d been discovered
!
However, nothing happened. At least five minutes passed, and nothing occurred.
“Damn it…” Whether it was relief or frustration, I regained control of my body
. After all, I was just a student who had lived a peaceful life for 17 years; facing an unknown and terrifying enemy,
fear completely suppressed my curiosity.
'Let’s go back.' Thinking this, my body seemed to automatically move inside. As if drawn by an attraction, I
opened the nearest stall door.
Nothing there. My tense nerves instantly relaxed, and my thoughts finally returned to normal.
Taking a deep breath, I walked to the second stall and kicked it with a corner kick. The loud bang echoed in the toilet. If
anyone was there, they would have heard it.
"Is anyone there?" I asked deliberately, unsure whether to bolster my confidence or to issue a warning.
I opened each stall one by one; they were all empty.
Some toilets were broken, completely smashed to pieces. But no water flowed out; they were
just piled up there like garbage, along with the ruins.
I stopped in front of the last stall. The second floor of the toilet was different from the first; the rooms were higher, the window
was at the highest point, and it was very small, with a grille—only for ventilation, completely preventing anyone from passing through.
"So, this is it…," I thought to myself, and kicked it.
The door didn't open.
"It seems locked from the inside. So it really is here..."
Taking a step back, I suddenly noticed a patch of dark red on the ground.
Dark red spreading from under the door of the cubicle in front of me. It was everywhere, on both sides.
Clearly, this was the cubicle where a large number of corpses had been discovered. I
might as well just crash into the cubicle!
Gathering my strength, I charged forward, and then—the door opened.
Everything went blurry before my eyes, and caught off guard, I fell to the ground, as was expected.
But in reality, I plummeted downwards as if falling into a deep pit. I hovered in the air for a few seconds.
Losing my balance, I landed awkwardly with my left hand down. The force of the impact sent a sharp
pain through my left arm, and cold sweat instantly covered my back.
"Ugh...it hurts..." I struggled to get up, but when my intact right hand touched the ground, I felt something soft
.
What? I looked down.
The floor below felt like strange chunks of flesh, dark red, elastic, and warm. It was probably what absorbed
the force of my fall, preventing my left arm from breaking.
I stood up and looked around. Though dimly lit, it wasn't completely dark; I could clearly see my surroundings
. There were fleshy blocks under my feet, like a floor. The layout was the same as the previous stall, but there was no toilet,
just an empty cubicle.
My thought process had definitely stopped.
The toilet was on the ground floor, but it wouldn't be like this, I was certain. Numb from too much stimulation, I
abruptly pushed open the door.
The world seemed upside down. I clearly remembered being at the very back of the toilet, but now my right,
the direction I came from, was a wall, and my left was a row of stalls.
A world turned upside down. Like a mirror image.
But I didn't have time to care anymore.
I heard a groan.
A plaintive groan, almost magical.
The soft sound came from the stall to my left. I frantically opened the next door, stepped on the toilet
, and looked to the left.
I saw the woman; she was now naked.
A black coat lay spread on the toilet, a black hat tossed on the floor, and a schoolbag lay nearby. The woman
was completely naked.
So this was how fragile she was. Her soft, pale body stretched out on the black coat. Long black
hair cascaded over the toilet. Her long, slender legs were intertwined, her pink-nailed feet pressing against the flesh. She
was like a blooming flower. A flower blooming on the other side of hell.
A soft, delicate breath escaped her lips. She slowly raised her arm, placing her long, slender fingers on her nipples
. Her fingertips gently teased the pink cherries.
One arm moved down, her middle finger gently caressing a hidden area.
Her legs slowly parted, her long legs stretching straight out to the sides, her small feet pressing against the filthy wall
. Her fingers gently parted, revealing the petals. The pink stamens were exposed, softly releasing nectar. Her fingers
caressed, wanting to pierce the flower's heart. Twitching, trembling, nectar dripping continuously.
She bloomed wildly, like a flower.
I could no longer move. My thoughts had perhaps ceased. My eyes had long since stopped blinking. My limbs were stiff
. My breathing seemed to have stopped.
Only my lower body, hard and erect, hot and swollen, stretched taut within my jeans, twitching and swelling.
The flower before me continued to move, to bloom, to blossom, becoming increasingly dazzling, so much so that I
couldn't even perceive when she approached me.
Her face was now before me, a blush on her innocent face, making her beautiful and alluring. She
walked towards me, caressing herself. Nectar dripped continuously onto the ground… A slight
curve appeared at the corner of her mouth, a half-smile enticing me… Her pink lips were right in front of me, her tongue licking them, tempting…
Bewitched me… Our lips were only a hair's breadth apart, I could feel her sweet breath… Blood suddenly
filled my vision.
My body regained control in an instant, my brain reclaimed its ability to think. I was still standing on the toilet, and
the beautiful girl who had just been masturbating was also standing on the toilet, her hands gripping the partition, facing me.
The only change was that her head was now separated from her neck. Blood was
gushing from her white neck, and above the clean, neat cut was a beautiful head. Black hair flew in the air, her face still
flushed, tracing an arc as it landed beside me.
The headless body fell to the side, and in an instant, I saw the culprit
behind her, the beautiful figure that had caused this tragedy.
But only the figure was beautiful. A bony body, empty eye sockets embedded with stones emitting red light
, ominous purple flames protruding from the joints, and what was once her left hand had become a sharp bone knife.
It was this ominous skeleton in the shape of a woman that severed the head of the girl before me.
I felt I should do something, yet I didn't know. Trying to move, my foot slipped, and I fell 　　 ... 　　darkness
...
a
feeling of being enveloped 　　 by 　　 something 　　gentle 　　...
**** 　　 ... 　　 Ahead, a woman dressed as an office lady was wielding a fire axe, desperately trying to fend off 　　the zombies rushing towards her, tears streaming down her contorted face. Beside her, another woman dressed similarly was being 　　devoured by two zombies. 　　 A man was running in the distance, shouting and yelling as he tried to shake off the zombies behind him. To the left, several women huddled together 　　, using several pistols to hold off the surrounding zombies, but a nimble black shadow would occasionally flash in, rushing in, 　　dragging a woman away amidst her screams, and throwing her into the horde of zombies. The zombies would immediately tear her clothes apart and then 　　gnaw at her tender body. 　　 Countless people screamed and shouted ahead, frantically fighting or fleeing from the zombies, limbs and severed bodies 　　scattered everywhere, and entrails made the filthy ground even more disgusting. The sky was a dark gray, even somewhat reddish, 　　the clouds seeming to press down, highlighting the game between zombies and humans in the distance. 　　 It was truly a scene of the apocalypse. 　　 Yet all of this was irrelevant to me. I was just here watching them. I was separated from them by an iron 　　gate, inside the walls of a school-like building, watching them hunt outside. 　　 Some rushed towards me recklessly, screaming and pleading, only to be pulled back by hands behind them and turned 　　into pieces of flesh. Occasionally, parts of their bodies would hang from the iron bars at the gate. 　　 Behind me was the woman I had just kissed; I had been lying on her lap. To my left was a zombie. 　　 She was gently rubbing her face against my arm. The touch was icy cold. 　　 The skeleton I had only ever seen before lay prone in front of me, facing my genitals, its pants somehow pulled down, 　　its erect, aroused penis encased in the mouth of its severed head. The gentle touch brought 　　me constant pleasure. The skeleton was repeatedly moving its head up and down. 　　 A semi-transparent ghost flew above me, occasionally bringing its lovely face close to kiss my 　　body. The parts that touched her felt cool, like contact with cold water. 　　 I pulled up the zombie on my left. Her skin was bluish-green, and she wore tattered clothes, which I could vaguely 　　make out were a school uniform. Much of the flesh on her arms had fallen away, revealing the white bone beneath. Her bluish-green face and white 　　hair gave her a strange allure. I smiled and kissed her; her lips were cold and inelastic. 　　 I kissed her cheek, laughing, "You've lost quite a bit of flesh again, Xiao Xi. Look, a piece's gone from your face too." 　　 I pointed to her exposed jawline and laughed. She reached out and touched her face, neither resisting nor 　　responding to my actions. 　　 I then reached forward and stroked the skull's small head. "Long time no see, Lily." The skull 　　looked up at me, its bony face expressionless. Its hands moved mechanically. 　　 Then I took the head from the skull, grabbed her hair, and held it up to my eyes, tapping the tip of her nose: 　　"Still so cute, Mei Mei." The head squinted happily, emitting a silent laugh, white liquid 　　flowing from the corners of her mouth and the cuts. 　　 I fell backward, wrapping my arms around the woman behind me. 　　 "Come back for the drinks, Ah Lin." 　　 "I'm back, Zi Mei." 　　 I'm back, my playground. 　　 (To be continued 　　 )

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