The situation in front of us is so similar to the situation at the last test of courage.

One after another, tourists entered the haunted house, and then they were so frightened that they went limp, and even went straight into a coma.

I can't even fill the health room!

Hearing these familiar news, Chizuru Hibiki, who was already about to move, couldn't help it, and personally came to the haunted house arranged by Class A in the second year.

"Chizuru-sensei wants to go in and visit?" The Miyashita classmates who were guarding the entrance heard their homeroom teacher's statement like this, and their expressions were a little unnatural.

He looked at no one on the left and right, and carefully lowered his voice and said, "I didn't say it... Chizuru-sensei... Kitagawa Great... The haunted house set up by Kitagawa-san gave me a very bad feeling. ”

As a member of the haunted house arranger, Miyashita-san certainly understands what mechanisms are arranged in the haunted house.

But knowing is knowing, every time he enters the haunted house, he always has a feeling of a cold neck, and the environment that has been forcibly lowered in the visual range is even more weird and unattachable.

Bloody and torn curtains.

Mori Leng Gaze peeping in the dark.

Whispers lingering in my ears.

Obviously, these things should not have been taken into account when arranging them, but the actual experience of this haunted house gives people a sense of desperate and strange oppression.

As soon as you enter, you can feel the difference from the outside environment, as if there are really some resentful spirits inhabiting it.

Speaking of this, Miyashita-san, who could no longer suppress his imagination, his shoulders trembled, and his voice was hoarse:

"If it's that Kitagawa Great Demon King... No, it's Kitagawa-san... Maybe it's true..."

"......" a thousand cranes sounded.

Although she had heard of the reputation of Beichuan Temple for a long time, she did not expect that Beichuan Temple would already have such an image among students.

Chizuru frowned widely, and then calmly reached out and pressed the trembling shoulders of the student in front of her:

"Miyashita-san, you must have watched too many horror movies in your usual life, so you came up with these unwarranted things."

She analyzed calmly: "The so-called haunted house is nothing more than a depressing and terrifying confined environment with realistic props and excellent performances by ghost actors. It's nothing more than giving you psychological hints in some places, and then amplifying the psychology of these fears, making you suspicious. ”

Chizuru Hibiki made a professional end: "In other words, the seemingly bizarre and terrifying scenes in the haunted house are all based on science, as long as you don't suspect ghosts, there is nothing to be afraid of, we should believe in science, Miyashita-san." ”

Yes.

If you want to convince Chizuru Hibiki that Kitagawa Temple has a serial murderer hidden in the haunted house, maybe she will believe it, but you have to make Chizuru Hibiki, a staunch atheist teacher, believe that there are real ghosts inside...?

That's just laughing and generous.

Her series of professional knowledge terms, especially the last sentence of 'believe in science', made Miyashita's classmates stunned.

After a long time, the boy said with a stunned face, "I know, Mr. Chizuru." I'll believe the science... Are you going to go in now? ”

"Well, always remember and believe in science. As for me now... I'll just go right in now. It is also the teacher's responsibility to inspect the haunted house set up by the students. Chizuru nodded.

But this is a lie.

What Chizuru Hibiki wanted to know was what he had done at Kitagawa Temple.

What he's hiding in the haunted house?

If the other party really hides the dangerous person in the haunted house...

Chizuru coughed dryly, greeted the Miyashita classmate on the side, took the small shimmering flashlight he handed over, and walked in.

This small flashlight can only bring a little bit of light, and it is already very difficult to illuminate the road in front of it for about a meter.

It was pitch black all around.

It can be seen that the students of Class A in the second year are also attentive, using black cloth or black cardboard shells to cover the windows, and then adding curtains and curtains, forming this kind of environment where you can't see your fingers.

Goo.

Chizuru swallowed her saliva and couldn't help muttering, "Why do you feel a little cold?" ”

Yes. How can it be a little cold?

It's summer, so even if the temperature isn't that high, it's not so cold, right?

And this cold... It was the cold feeling of walking on the night road blown by a cold wind, which dispelled the temperature on her body in just a moment.

This should be some kind of cooling measure prepared by the students of Class A in the second year.

But the budget for the class shouldn't be that much...

Chizuru exhaled a breath of white air in confusion, rubbed his palms, and the flashlight shone forward.

In front of her was a deep and forward road.

I have the impression that this is supposed to be the place where the podium is placed.

However, the pulpit has now been moved, and the left and right sides have been obscured by a bloodstained white curtain.

The white curtain was fluttering, with glaring tear marks on it, as if something would come out from behind the white curtain in the next moment.

Chizuru's fingers trembled slightly.

This is obviously the place where she lectures every day, but just changing the decoration, it gives her an extremely strange feeling.

This feeling made Chizuru very uncomfortable, as if her vision and the memories in her mind had been torn apart.

A strange feeling slowly spreads in my heart...

Confined space, repressed psychology, aggravated psychological suggestion...

These words are actually understood by Chizuru Hibiki.

After all, every time she prepares for a camp, she will go to see the points on the Internet about the layout of the haunted house.

She also considers herself half a haunted house expert.

But the common sense that lingers in my head... Dealing with the scene in front of you... But there is always a feeling of not enough.

"There's only one way... In other words, it means to keep going... Right? ”

Chizuru steadied herself and muttered in a low voice.

She continued to walk forward, the only sound of her footsteps remaining in the closed space.

The more Chizuru walked away, the more it felt wrong.

But she couldn't tell what was wrong, but it was too quiet around...

Wait a minute! Be quiet?!

Chizuru Hibiki only felt a chill rushing directly from his heel to his back.

Yes.

It's so quiet around! It's creepy-quiet!

This is very unscientific!

Chizuru Hibiki finally understood what was wrong.

The place where she is now is the teaching building, and the radio outside is rightly playing the school song of Keihoku High School.

But now...

Not the slightest sound from outside could be heard.

Whether it's the sound of the tourists or the cheerful Jingbei school song on the radio... It's all gone...

This is obviously impossible.

If the previous temperature drop is classified as a means of cooling, what about the fact that all the sound is now gone?

Soundproofing?

This is obviously impossible.

The second-year A student didn't have the money to buy something like a soundproof sponge, and the sound insulation of general physical means was also limited, and it was impossible to hear nothing except her breathing and footsteps like now.

At this moment, Chizuru Hibiki's face turned slightly pale.

It's like an island in this haunted house.

An island of horror and weirdness.

"North... Kitagawa..."

Is this really something that a student is responsible for laying out?

Kitagawa ... What kind of student are you?

Chizuru unconsciously chanted the name of Kitagawa Temple in his mouth, and raised his arm.

With this movement, the light of the flashlight shines forward.

The faint light clearly could not cut through the deep darkness.

The front is empty, and nothing can be seen.

“... Here it is... Let's go back a bit. Chizuru finally realized that something was wrong.

There is no shame in running away, but it is reckless to know that there is something unknowable in front of you and still move forward.

She swallowed, her feet moving slightly, and her body naturally looked backwards.

Quiet –

The anxiety in the air intensified.

Chizuru's black eyes were shaking.

At some point, the bloodstained white curtain had cut off the back road.

Who exactly?

How could he quietly move such a large curtain behind him without making a single movement?

Chizuru Hibiki knew that she couldn't think about it now, but her mind was subconsciously thinking in that direction.

The atmosphere is even more eerie!

The blood stains on the white curtain were even thicker, as if the next moment it was about to drip bloody blood from above.

"Is there anyone there?! Is there anyone outside? Chizuru shouted directly in a hurry.

Dead Silence!

There wasn't a single sound coming from outside.

This is clearly not right!

Why can't she hear anything outside?

Rao is a thousand cranes Hibiki said before that you can't be suspicious...

But in this case, where can she take care of this?

Could it be that there is really something in this haunted house?

What the hell did Kitagawa Temple do?!

This... Isn't there really a ghost!?

Just when Chizuru was about to shout out—

The white curtain in front of him changed.

Thick, reddish-black bloodstains wriggling and twisting.

Chizuru Hibiki was completely stunned.

The black-red blood stains eventually coalesced into terrifying words like small pieces of flesh!

Die !!!Die T

The sudden sight made Chizuru's scalp tingle, and she took two sharp steps back before she bumped into something and fell.

Chizuru raised her head subconsciously.

It was a woman's face.

A mouth is black, and the eyes are empty... The face of a woman whose tongue and eyes don't know where to go.

"Ahhh!!!hhh

Chizuru Hibiki could no longer suppress the fear in his heart, and the whole person stood up from the ground and rushed forward.

Seeing her running inward, the eyeless woman exploded suddenly, and in the midst of the pale gold current, Ma Gong Yongshi apologized a little apologetically in the direction where Chizuru disappeared: "I'm sorry, this is all a commission from the temple king, and I don't want to do this." Because what Sijun said was right... So I'm very sorry. ”

At the same time, she was a little worried.

Just now, Asamiya Yongshi saw Nishikujo lying on the other party's shoulder, and he was pitiful.

Let's hope that little guy doesn't freak out Chizuru.

Ma Gong Yongshi shook his head and re-blurred into the air.

On the other side...

Chizuru Hibiki couldn't suppress the fear in his heart at all, and tears flowed out uncontrollably:

"Enough is enough! Enough is enough! ”

She's just a woman after all, and although she usually acts very strong in front of students, she can't control her emotions at all at this time.

Chizuru Hibiki continued to run.

After running for about five minutes, she finally realized that something was wrong.

After all, this haunted house is only the size of a classroom, how can an adult woman run for five minutes and not be able to run out?

Chizuru raised her head with teary eyes.

Over here... Looks like I've just been here...

"Bei, Kitagawa-san, what the hell—" She clasped her hands on her knees weakly, and scanned her surroundings in a lonely manner.

How did Kitagawa Temple do it, and what kind of method did it use... He's been hiding something before...

These Chizuru Hibiki don't want to pursue it at all.

She just wanted to run out of this damn haunted house now, immediately, right away.

She didn't want to think about anything else.

Chizuru Hibiki hugged her knees like this, looking timid, pitiful and helpless.

and the usual strong head teacher are two people at all.

Just as Chizuru was crying, a pack of tissues suddenly came from the side.

She took out a tissue, wiped her tears, blew her nose again, and finally said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you." ”

Belch...?

Chizuru Hibiki quickly sensed that something was wrong.

She looked stunned and glanced at the tissue in her hand.

Then he looked at the hand that had passed the tissue.

Strictly speaking, it's not a human hand.

That's round... There are no five fingers, like a tissue glued to a round arm... Muppet's hand.

Muppet's hand?!

And it's on your shoulder...?

Chizuru shook her body and looked at her shoulder with a look that was about to cry.

At some point, his shoulders have been occupied by a small puppet.

It was a very hideous face.

The puppet has blood on it.

A tattered mouth with thin silk threads sewn in an X-shape.

The button-shaped eyes glow like living creatures in the light of a flashlight.

At this point, these 'eyes'—

Staring at yourself like a living thing!

Chizuru's mouth was torn open, and she was about to scream!

The next moment-

There was footsteps in front of him.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Chizuru Hibiki, who was sitting on the ground, raised her head with a dull gaze.

It was a woman with her neck twisted at ninety degrees and wearing a white dress.

Her face was pale, and she stared at Chizuru with a resentful expression.

Black blood dripped from the edge of her skirt.

Tick, tick... It's like a countdown before death.

But these are not the factors that attract Chizuru the most.

The props that frightened her the most, and even began to twitch all over her body...

It was the chainsaw in her hand that glowed with cold light!

Something stands out above the chainsaw.

That's the minced flesh, the skin, the hair...

"No... No... I—" Chizuru Hibiki kicked his feet wildly, and his hands kept swinging.

That's a chainsaw...!

How could Kitagawa Temple bring such contraband into school?!

No...

It can even be said that... What Kitagawa Temple brought into the school was not a 'ghost dancer' at all.

It's a real ghost!

Under Chizuru's horrified gaze, the woman pulled the chainsaw.

The next moment!

The roar of the chainsaw and the sound of Chizuru being terrified to the extreme!

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