Chapter 1822: Seeing Illusions

Chapter 1822: Seeing Illusions

After arriving near the amusement park, Aaron went to park the car.

Joyce, Luther and Anderson went into the burger shop to pick up their

food.

As expected, they smoothly collected the burgers Anderson had

ordered.

Anderson suggested, “There are too many people inside, let's eat

outside."

"Okay." Joyce brought the meal sets outside to the iron patio tables.

Luther pulled out a wicker chair and Anderson sat down, happily

opening his burger and eating.

After a while, Aaron came over after parking the car. Behind him

followed four bodyguards, specially arranged security personnel who

had been trailing them in a car the whole way here.

"Wow, isn't this entourage a bit too much?" Anderson stuck out his

tongue. "Coming to play at an amusement park with so many

bodyguards, a scene like this is probably only seen in movies."

Luther reached out and tapped Anderson's head. "It doesn't hurt to be

more careful when going out.”

He nodded at Aaron. "Well done."

After a while, they finished their lunch and entered the amusement

park.

The bodyguards followed from afar. In order not to draw attention from

others, including Aaron, they were all dressed in plain clothes today,

indistinguishable from the crowd.

As soon as Anderson entered the amusement park, he jumped up

excitedly. "I want to go on the rollercoaster. Who wants to ride with

me?"

“You're still small, you can't go on the big rollercoasters. You aren't tall

enough. I'll go with you on the kiddie ones." Luther said gently.

"Ah, that's no fun." Anderson pointed to a rollercoaster over thirty

stories high. "That one looks the most thrilling, too bad I can't ride it."

"You're young but you have no fear at all." Joyce laughed. Anderson

really was utterly fearless.

"What's there to be scared of? The higher the more exciting!" Anderson

pouted.

“Let's go. We'll ride the pirate ship first. Your mom can't join you, she's

pregnant.” Luther picked Anderson up and headed towards the pirate

ship.

Joyce waited below. The pirate ship swung very high, with continuous

screams coming from above, the passengers both frightened and

thrilled.

She could see Anderson far away, clapping his hands excitedly and

shouting with joy. Luther sat expressionlessly next to Anderson. As the

pirate ship swung higher, screams rose and fell.

After a while, Luther came down carrying Anderson.

Joyce came up and asked, "How was it, fun?"

"So fun, so thrilling!" Anderson jumped up and down excitedly. "I want

to go again later!"

Upon hearing this, Luther quickly said, “There's still lots of rides here.

Play something else first. What's the point of going on the same ride

twice?"

Only then did Joyce notice Luther's expression. His face was a little

pale, features tense.

Looking closely, he seemed to be enduring something, on the verge of

throwing up.

Joyce couldn't help laughing out loud. "Haha, don't tell me you're

afraid? Do you have a fear of heights?"

Luther felt he was losing face. "How could I be afraid? I don't have

acrophobia. I just feel unwell in the stomach after eating then going on

the pirate ship immediately. Should digest first."

Joyce nodded. She stroked Anderson's hair. “Let's play something else

first, okay? Dad makes sense. I saw a haunted house over there. Do

you want to check it out? I can go in with you."

"Yay!" Anderson was even more excited hearing "haunted house”. He

hurried towards it.

Joyce followed closely.

Luther stood behind them, watching mother and son. His lips kept

twitching.

What kind of preferences were these? It was exasperating.

Upon entering the haunted house, the lighting immediately darkened.

To the left was a seemingly bottomless black rope bridge. Scattered

skeletons lined the path. Cobwebs dotted the corners here and there.

Some white curtains fluttered restlessly, making the atmosphere quiet

and creepy. A few candles were inserted into candlesticks, the last

drops of wax hanging off them. The weak flickering candlelight only

enhanced the terrifying feel.

Anderson rushed ahead, completely unafraid.

At this time Luther grabbed Joyce's hand. He cursed under his breath,

"You're really fooling around. Don't forget you're pregnant. What if you

get shocked?"

Joyce leaned into Luther's arms. "With you here, what do I have to

fear? Besides, everything in the haunted house is fake. Even kids

aren't scared. How could I be afraid?"

"Fine, stay close to me." Luther firmly held Joyce's hand as they

followed behind Anderson deeper inside.

The further they went, the darker it became.

Suddenly, eerie laughter sounded from up ahead, rising and falling

unpredictably, as if right next to their ears. It instantly gave them

goosebumps. Their surroundings grew even darker, they could only

vaguely make out the outlines of the walls.

Suddenly, a bloody hanged ghost dropped down from midair, swaying

back and forth.

The people in front were so frightened they screamed.

Anderson disdainfully said, "These people are such cowards. And

they're adults. Scared of a fake corpse. Mom, let's walk faster and get

ahead of them."

"Okay." Joyce smiled speechlessly. Anderson's fearless personality

really took after her.

Continuing further in, there were more horrific scenes arranged. For

example, some little ghosts rolling around in a big pot, or a headless

corpse lying on the ground, seemingly still struggling. Occasionally a

ghost head would pop out of the walls, giving people a jump scare.

Nothing too impressive.

On the other hand, the group behind them, some of the girls were

already scared to tears, crying nonstop and shouting to get out.

Anderson was even more scornful. "How is this that scary? They can

cry so tragically over this. These girls are so annoying. Mom, seems

like we're reaching the end of the haunted house. Let's get out quick."

As they continued forward, the lighting gradually brightened and the

atmosphere was no longer terrifying.

Anderson suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Just now, he seemed to have glimpsed a familiar figure, flashing by.

Joyce also stopped. "What's wrong? See something off?"

Anderson looked around and shook his head. "Maybe I saw wrong."

Could it be because after walking through the haunted house, he was

seeing illusions? Just now, he seemed to have seen Fair's figure. Was

that possible? Or was it because he would think of her from time to

time, he couldn't tell illusion from reality anymore, leading him to see

wrongly.

He shook his head. No matter how he thought about it, it was

impossible to run into Fair here. He must have seen wrongly.

Walking out of the haunted house, Anderson's mood somehow became

dejected instead.

Joyce asked, "What next? Or we can go play shooting games. See how

your skills have improved recently.”

"Okay." Anderson nodded.

He followed Joyce forward, occasionally glancing back at the haunted

house. The longing in his heart suddenly surged up. He started feeling

a little restless.