Far south Yunnan is now weird

There is a big gamble in the underground anthill

As an old industrial base in Northeast China, in the early days of reform and opening up, heavy industry sprung up, and many industrial plants sprung up in various parts of Shenyang.

At that time, although Shenyang's economic development was not as good as that of coastal cities such as Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, it was still loud compared to other places.

But around 2000, the phenomenon began to take a sharp turn for the worse.

Due to the rapid change of the economic situation and the rapid rise of light industry, traditional industries have been greatly impacted, and many factories have begun to decline little by little, and even began to face large-scale closures and layoffs.

With the development of time, many factories have been neglected until now.

North of the city, abandoned machine tool factory.

This is a long-abandoned industrial plant, with mottled and rusty barbed wire, dilapidated factory courtyard walls, and a big demolition on the door of the factory yard, all of which are like announcing to the world that this place has long been abandoned by the times.

The wind slowly blows out of the factory.

It blew the dead trees and weeds around it, and also blew the only broken iron door outside the courtyard wall.

An unpleasant smell of dust, mixed with a disgusting smell of rust, wafted out of the courtyard walls of the machine tool factory, making people frown.

"Are you sure it's here?" Zhang Chengyong said softly while fiddling with the tie tied around his neck with his hand.

"It should be here!" Although I pretended to be calm, my hands were the same as Zhang Chengyong, and I was fiddling with the tie around my neck uncertainly.

Of course, the suit was sent by those filial sons and grandchildren, and I took a special look when I sent it, and it was actually Armani's haute couture suit, and it actually fits very well, but Zhang Chengyong and I are usually used to wearing casual clothes, and I can't adapt to it all of a sudden.

However, compared to us, Shi Xueqing is much calmer.

I saw that she was wearing a black Chanel dress, her hair was simply tied in a bun, and she didn't have any accessories on her body, but it was such a simple look, when she walked out of the room, Zhang Chengyong and I couldn't help but be stunned.

Because, at that moment, she was like the most perfect work of art in the world, the beauty is indescribable, the beauty is almost breathless.

Decoration is important, but in this world, there are some people who are the best decoration for themselves.

The wind was still blowing, blowing everything around it.

Autumn evenings in the Northeast are always cooler, so cold that even the sun has set early.

After the three of us got out of the car, we stood in front of the iron gate with a big word on it.

"What time is it?" Zhang Chengyong coughed lightly and said.

"Five-twenty-five!" I said lightly.

"Damn, it's early?" Zhang Chengyong said and looked around, "This doesn't look like a fucking place with a gambling game?" Tell me, why can't you choose a good place for the Rakshasa gambling game, which is only opened once in four years? Do you have to choose such a broken place that can't be broken? Tell me, are these people in bad spirits? ”

"Shut up! Someone's coming! Just when Zhang Chengyong kept complaining, Shi Xueqing on the side suddenly said.

Sure enough, just as Shi Xueqing's words fell, two men in black suits strode towards us.

"How many ...... are you?" One of them, the long-looking man in black, asked softly.

"Chengnan Jin Sicheng!" I looked at the man in black and whispered.

"Oh! It turned out to be Jin Sicheng Jin Sanye! The man in black said with a little humility: "Third Master Jin, please come here!" Are a few of Jin Sanye's friends? ”

The man in black looked at Zhang Chengyong and Shi Xueqing and asked with a smile.

"Naturally, we are friends! Otherwise, how could they follow? Zhang Chengyong said angrily.

"Oh! That's right! That's right! It's a faux pas! The man in black hurriedly laughed and said, "A few people here, please!" ”

With that, he led the way in front and led a few of us into the long-abandoned factory.

Southern Yunnan, between the mountains.

A realm shrouded in mist.

The fog, as thick as rice soup, lingers all year round.

The sun shone on the fog, bordering the fog with gold.

This area is known as "Shiro" among the local population, which means a place abandoned by the gods.

Next to this Shiro is a mountain spring lake called Daba.

The water of the lake is clear and transparent, like a mirror, reflecting everything between heaven and earth.

This lake is a sacred lake for the locals, and the shores of the lake are surrounded by piles of rocks that resemble the Tibetan Buddhist Nima pile.

The piles are large and small, but under the top stone of each pile, there is a yellow silk cloth.

These silk cloths have been cut to the length of the forearm, and the color on them has long since faded due to the invasion of wind and rain, and the scarlet handwriting on the silk cloth has long been unclear, and I don't know what those pious believers have prayed for for the people in their hearts here.

And on the edge of these Nima piles, there are four big tents.

The tent is a military tent of the US Navy SEALs, and most of the tents are filled with daily necessities, in addition to marching beds, backpacks, food and lodging supplies, there are also game consoles and a few limited-level adult magazines that are half-turned over.

Of the four tents, three were empty, except for the one on the far right, which contained a large table with a large number of documents and photographs.

And at the table, sat a blonde-haired Caucasians.

The man was tall, bearded, shirtless, with a tattoo of his body, and he didn't speak, just smoked his cigar and frowned as he flipped through the information and photographs in front of him.

"Fuck! Where the hell did these boys go? After the man cursed, he picked up the walkie-talkie at hand and said loudly into the microphone: "Viper! Viper! Call Viper! This is the headquarters, this is the headquarters! I'm a hunter, I'm a hunter! Did you hear that? ”

The guy called the hunter yelled into the walkie-talkie for a long time, but there was still only a slight murmur coming from the other side of the walkie-talkie.

"! Where the fuck did you guys go? Is something going on over there? Damn it! Can you say a word? The hunter yelled into the walkie-talkie.

And at this time, one of the many documents suddenly caught his attention, this photo was pressed at the bottom of all the documents, obviously, it was not important before, so it has been ignored.

However, at this time, he suddenly noticed this photo.

This is an old black and white photograph that is yellowed and faded.

This photograph is of a jungle with mostly dense trees, but behind a thick tree trunk, there is a white shadow.

And the shape of this shadow seems to be two people carrying a delicate top.

The photo is very blurry, and the two people and the sedan chair in the photo are as vague as shadows, and like ghosts, people can't figure it out. Although they were in the picture, to the eyes of the guy called the hunter, the two men were as white as fog, as if they could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

"What the fuck is this?" The hunter reached out and picked up the picture, frowned, and said, "There will be other people in this place?" ”

And just as he finished speaking, a terrible cry suddenly sounded behind him.

The cry was terrible, as if it were the whispering of countless evil spirits, and his blood had turned cold, and his heart was sinking, and he wanted to cover his ears to prevent himself from listening to the miserable cry, but even if he punctured his eardrums, the sound still lingered.

The hunter turned abruptly, trying to see where the cry was coming from, but when he turned around, there was not a single ghost behind him.

The crying continued, still stimulating every nerve in him. The scream, like the cry of a demon, stimulated every nerve in him, making them fragile and painful.

The hunter roared, and then the whole man rushed out of the tent, and as he rushed out of the tent, he stopped.

Because, at this time, he suddenly saw two people, two people carrying their delicate sons.

These two people also seem to be made of paper, with gray-white clothes, gray-white hats, and gray-white faces. What's more, they are also swaying with the wind, light as if they have no bones, light as if they are really made of paper, as if the wind is a little stronger and can blow them away by this lake.

The hunter fell, and no one knew how he fell, and the people who found him later only knew that when he fell, there was a faint red line in his throat.

And where are the two people who carry their petty children?

No one has seen it, and no one knows about it.

It's as if they never existed.

The only proof that they had been here was that as they left, there was a faint sound of singing in the distance.

The singing is poignant and tactful, like a ghost crying, and like a heavenly sound.

"How deep is the courtyard? The willows pile up smoke, and the curtain has no repetition. Yule carved saddle tour smelter, the height of the building does not see Zhangtai Road. The rain and wind are wild in March twilight, the door is covered at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tearful eyes asked Huahua silently, and the red flew over the swing. ”

In the evening, at 5:45, fifteen minutes before the Rakshasa game began.

Location, an underground bomb shelter at the machine tool factory.

This place is called an "anthill" by those people.

The anthill is on the third floor of the underground of the workshop, and it is very large, but there are not many people in it, only about sixty people, and the total number of people who are really qualified to enter the market to gamble is only fourteen at most.

After all, there are not many people who are qualified to take out 100 million cash as gambling capital in this city.

Although there is no decoration in the anthill, everything in it is a rare good product on the market.

The best red wine, the strongest whiskey, the freshest caviar, the most tender Japanese Hokkaido Wagyu beef, and of course, the most beautiful girls and the most comfortable rooms.

Everything here is arguably the best, and, moreover, there is nothing you can't think of, nothing you can't find.

Best of all, everything here is free, and you can enjoy everything you want here for as long as you want.

The admission qualification in exchange for 100 million cash can not only be used to gamble in the anthill, but also to get the most value-for-money enjoyment.