Mio Amamiya is not wearing a school uniform.

Instead, she wore a slightly complicated skirt like the West at the beginning of the last century.

Several of the mystical research boys in charge of the guidance and explanation also wore old-fashioned suits.

It's more like some kind of adventure to the New World than a haunted house.

From inside the house, no screaming sounds could be heard.

Rather, did anyone really go in?

"Yes, there were, well, ten guests went in."

Mio Amamiya replied.

"Ten is it, it's not bad......"

Natsume muttered to herself.

"But none of them made it."

Mio Amamiya added.

This is a joke to enhance the atmosphere, right?

Natsume poetry didn't know why, looking at Amamiya Mio's smile, she felt a little weak.

"Haunted house, haunted house, Suzuka wants to play haunted house!"

Suzuka screamed vigorously.

It's better that this guy is curious about everything.

There are no signs of social phobia.

"Those two tickets."

Natsume poetry is also a little curious about the specific situation of Qiaoqiao's haunted house, and she doesn't know what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd.

A total of 600 yen, Natsume Yui and Suzuka handed the ticket to the guide at the door.

"Is it Xia Jinjuni, well, then I will explain some precautions, first of all, for the performance effect, so there may be some scary, scary, and uncomfortable objects in this adventure house, but rest assured, under normal circumstances, everything in the house will not cause any harm to you."

"Also, because it's an adventure house to explore on your own, please try not to stay in one place for too long, if you stay too long, something bad may happen."

"Finally, well, if it's a spirit eliminator, it's best not to use spiritual vision and spiritual power, this is also for the sake of Xia Jinjun's safety...... That's about it. ”

The boy said something that sounded a little strange to Natsume's poetry, and at the same time handed her a portable flashlight.

"I see."

Natsume nodded and led Suzuka to the door on the third floor.

Bang –

As soon as the two walked in, the door closed.

The room was not very dark, only a snow-white could be seen.

Ahead, there seems to be a towering mountain.

"Wait a minute, this special effect seems to be a bit powerful."

Natsume poetry listened to Qiao Qiao explain the plot of the first part, as if he was climbing a mountain?

The mountain in front of you is just like the real thing.

Whew-

The cold wind blew, causing Natsume Yu, who was wearing a shrine maiden costume, to tremble subconsciously.

"It's cold."

Is this a cold wind at minus 20 degrees?

"Flat-chested shrine maiden, is there anyone else over there?"

Suzuka said suddenly.

"Huh?"

Natsume looked in the direction of Suzuka's finger, and it seemed that there were indeed two figures.

They are also climbing this high mountain.

And interactive?

Natsume's poetry felt a little strange.

She and Suzuka followed the two of them, and the more they went, the more they felt that the mountain had become steeper.

"Hey!"

Suzuka screamed, but the two men didn't respond.

"Is it an NPC?"

Natsume's poetry doesn't quite understand.

It was at this moment that the two men stopped.

Natsume Yuki and Suzuka hurriedly ran as they crawled and caught up with them.

"We ......"

Natsume reached out and patted one of them on the shoulder.

However, the other party immediately collapsed.

If you look closely, this is actually a dried corpse with a hollowed out face!

"Wow!"

The person in front of Suzuka also fell, revealing the exact same face.

"Well, this is a prop, isn't it......?"

It's not that Natsume poetry hasn't seen dead people, but the appearance of the corpse in front of her still makes her eyelids jump.

It's too much to do.

Even, subconsciously, Natsume's poetry has to open the spiritual vision to take a look.

Before the two of them could confirm it, their feet suddenly began to tremble.

"Avalanche?"

Suzuka thought of the plot from the movie.

The next moment, the feet of the two collapsed.

"Ahh

Natsume fell directly on top of something soft and was not injured.

"Pain, pain, pain!"

It turns out that the soft thing is Suzuka?

Natsume poetry gets up from Suzuka.

I found that the floor also seemed to be soft, like a cushion used for sit-ups in physical education class.

It is surrounded by cave-like structures, which is very professional from the standpoint of the set.

But when Natsume put her hand on the cave wall, she felt something strange.

Because the walls of the cave are also soft.

It's like a touch like pudding.

"There seems to be a mural here."

Suzuka borrowed the light of a flashlight and looked at the wall.

It is painted in an abstract to somewhat terrifying style, and some simple and easy-to-understand stories are drawn.

A man came to the planet, created some twisted and crazy monsters, and then he left, and the monsters gradually split, changed, and finally became various animals and people.

On the other side of the mural is the production process of monsters.

The living person was encased in some kind of slime, and then twisted, eye-covered tentacles emerged from the head.

"Oh, it's disgusting."

Suzuka looked away.

At this time, a hollow appearance appeared in front of the flashlight.

"This should be the bottom floor, right?"

Natsume's poetry recalls the design mentioned by Jobashi.

Before you know it, you've gone down the next level?

In the big hollow, there were several corpses that had been air-dried.

The head of the corpse was covered in some kind of slimy substance.

"Is this where monsters are made?"

Suzuka seemed to be very deeply involved in the play, looking carefully at the corpses.

Poof-

This time.

From the head of a corpse, a tentacle suddenly appeared.

The black, slippery, sticky tentacles twisted, revealing a confused shadow in the light of the flashlight.

Then, on the tentacles, an eye suddenly opened.

One, two, three, countless eyes opened on the tentacles, pupils wandering in different directions.

Puff puff –

In each corpse, the same tentacle emerged.

"Okay, it seems a little bad......

Suzuka leaned close to Natsume's poetry, a little overwhelmed by those flying tentacles.

"No, it doesn't matter, these are special effects, special effects."

Natsume's poetry is also a little untenable, mainly because the tentacles are so real that just looking at those fluttering eyes makes her a little sick to her stomach.

Puff puff –

Suddenly, a large number of tentacles appeared on the originally soft walls.

Even under the feet of the two of them, tentacles stretched out.

One of them was directly wrapped around Natsume's ankle.

“！！！”

She will probably never forget the feeling of the slippery, cold, slightly rough tentacles gently wrapping around her exposed ankles under her scarlet hakama.

A kind of fear arose in Natsume's poetry.

"Run!"

At the moment, she only had this one thought.