This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

The situation in front of me is too similar to the situation at the last bravery test.

Tourists entered the haunted house one after another, and then they were so frightened that their bodies became weak, and some even went into a coma.

The health room can’t fit!

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

"Ms. Qianhe wants to go in for a visit?" The Miyoshita classmate who was guarding the entrance heard his class teacher say so, and his expression was a little unnatural.

He looked at no one on the left and right, and carefully lowered his voice and said, "It wasn't me... Teacher Qianhe... Beichuan Damo... This haunted house arranged by Beichuan classmate gave me a very bad feeling. "

As a member of the haunted house decorator, Miyashita certainly understands what organs are arranged in the haunted house.

But knowing is knowing that every time he enters the haunted house, he always feels a chill in his neck, and the environment where he has been forced to lower his visible range is even more weird and irrelevant.

A curtain with bleeding and tear marks.

Mori Leng's eyes peeping in the dark.

Whispers lingering in the ear.

Obviously, it shouldn't take these things into consideration when setting up, but the actual experience of this haunted house is to give people a desperate and strange sense of oppression.

As soon as you enter, you can feel the difference from the external environment, as if there are real resentful spirits inhabiting inside.

Speaking of this, Miyashita can no longer suppress his imagination. His shoulders trembled and his voice was hoarse:

"If it's the Great Demon of Beichuan... No, it's Beichuan classmate... Maybe it's true..."

"..." Qianhe sounded.

Although she had heard of Beichuan Temple's reputation for a long time, she did not expect that Beichuan Temple was already in this image among students.

Qianzuru frowned, then calmly stretched out his hand to press the trembling shoulders of the student in front of him:

"Miyashita-san, you must have watched a lot of horror movies, so that's why you came up with these unnecessary things."

She calmly analyzed: "The so-called haunted house is nothing more than a confined environment that suppresses horror plus realistic props and excellent performances by ghost actors. It is nothing more than giving you psychological hints in some places, and then amplifying these feared psychology. , Makes you suspicious."

Chizuru sounded a professional ending: "In other words, the seemingly bizarre and terrifying scenes in the haunted house are based on scientific evidence. As long as there is no doubt about ghosts, there is nothing to be afraid of. We should believe in science, Miyashita-san ."

Yes it is.

You have to make Qianhexiang believe that Beichuan Temple hides a serial murderous maniac in the haunted house. Maybe she will believe it, but you have to make Qianhexiang, a staunch atheist teacher, believe that there are real ghosts in it... .?

That is simply laughable and generous.

Her series of professional knowledge terms, especially the last sentence of ‘believe in science’, made Miyashita students be said in a daze.

After a long time, the boy said stupidly on his face: "I see, Teacher Qianhe. I will believe in science... Then are you going in now?"

"Well, always remember and believe in science. As for me now...I will go directly in now. It is also one of the teacher's responsibilities to inspect the haunted house arranged by the students." Qianzuru nodded.

But this is actually a lie.

What Qianhexiang wanted to know was what he did at Beichuan Temple.

What did he hide in the haunted house.

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

Qianzuru made a dry cough, greeted Miyoshita-classmate on one side, took the small low-light flashlight he handed over, and walked inward.

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

It was dark all around.

It can be seen that the students in Class A of the second year are also very careful. They use black cloth or black cardboard to cover the windows, and then add curtains to create this kind of invisible environment.

Gurgling.

Qianhexiang swallowed, and couldn't help muttering to himself: "Why do you feel a little cold?"

Yes it is. Why is it a little cold?

Obviously it's entering summer now, even if the temperature is not so high, it won't be so cold, right?

And this cold... is the kind of gloomy feeling that comes from a gust of cold wind blowing on the road at night, which dissipated the temperature on her body in a flash.

This should be some kind of cooling measure prepared by the second-year class a students.

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

Qianhexiang let out a white breath with some doubts. After rubbing his palms, the flashlight shone forward.

In front of her was a deep tunnel forward.

In my impression, this should be the place where the podium is placed.

However, the podium has now been removed, and the left and right sides have also been blocked by a white curtain with blood stains.

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

Qianhe's fingers trembled slightly.

The place in front of her was obviously the place where she lectured every day, but only the decoration was changed, which gave her an extremely strange feeling.

This feeling made Qianhejing very uncomfortable, as if the memory in his eyes and mind had been torn apart.

The strange feeling spreads slowly in my heart...

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

These words Qianhejing actually understand.

After all, every time she prepares for the co-star test meeting, she will go to the Internet to check the main points about the layout of the haunted house.

She also considers herself a haunted house expert.

But the common sense lingering in my head...to deal with the scene in front of you...but there is always a feeling that it is not enough.

"There is only this corridor...that is to say, it means to continue going forward...right?"

Qianhejing calmed his mind and murmured in a low voice.

She continued to walk forward, only her footsteps remained in the enclosed narrow space.

The more the Qianhe sound went away, the more it felt wrong.

But what was wrong, she couldn't tell, but the surroundings were too quiet...

and many more! be quiet? !

Qianhexiang only felt a chill rushed directly from the heel to the back.

Yes it is.

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

This is unscientific!

Qianhexiang finally understood what was wrong.

The place where she is now is the teaching building, and the outside radio broadcasts the school song of Beijing North High School as expected.

but now...

No sound from outside can penetrate.

Whether it's the loud voices of tourists or the cheerful Beijing North school song on the radio... all disappeared...

This is obviously impossible.

If the previous temperature drop is classified as a means of cooling, then what is the situation where the sound has all disappeared now?

Is it soundproof?

This is obviously impossible.

The second-year Class A students don’t have the money to buy things like sound-proof sponges. Generally, the soundproofing by physical means is also limited. It is impossible to be like this. Except for her breathing and footsteps, she can't hear anything.

At this moment, Qianhexiang's complexion paled slightly.

This haunted house is like an isolated island.

An island of horror and weird.

"North... Beichuan..."

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

Beichuan...what kind of student are you?

Qianhe sounded the name of Beichuan Temple unconsciously in his mouth and raised his arm.

Along with this action, the light of the flashlight shone forward.

The faint light obviously cannot cut through the deep darkness.

The front is empty and nothing can be seen.

"...Here it's... let's go back a little bit." Qianhexiang finally realized that something was wrong.

It is not shameful to escape, but it is reckless to move forward knowing that there is something unknowable ahead.

She swallowed, moved her feet gently, and looked back naturally.

Quiet----

The anxiety in the air increased.

Qian Crane's black eyes were shaking.

I don't know when, the white curtain with blood stains has cut off the way back.

Who is it?

How could it be possible to quietly move such a large curtain behind him without making any movement?

Qianhexiang knew that he couldn't think about it now, but his mind subconsciously went to think about that.

The atmosphere is even more weird!

The blood stains on the white curtain became thicker, as if the stench of blood would really drip from above in the next moment.

"Is there anyone here?! Is there anyone outside!" Qianzuru yelled anxiously.

Dead quiet!

There was no sound from outside.

This is obviously not right!

Why can't she hear anything outside with such a loud voice?

Rao is Qianhexiang said before that you can't be suspicious...

But in this situation, how can she care about this?

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

What exactly did Beichuan Temple do? !

Inside... there shouldn't really be ghosts! ?

Just when Qian Crane was still yelling out--

The white curtain in front of him has changed.

The thick, black-red blood stains were wriggling and twisting.

Qianhexiang was completely stunned.

The black and red bloodstains finally condensed into terrible words like small pieces of meat!

To death to death to death to death to death to death to death to death to death to death to death to death to death! ! ! !

This sudden sight made Qianzuru's scalp numb. She took two steps backwards, and then hit something and fell.

Qianhejing raised his head subconsciously.

That is a woman's face.

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

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Qianhejing 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 suddenly exploded. Amidst the pale gold current lingering, Asamiya Yongshi apologized to the direction in which Qianzuru sound disappeared and said, "I'm sorry, this is all temple. I don’t want to be like this for Jun’s commission. Because what Temple Jun said is right...so I’m very sorry.”

At the same time, she was a little worried.

Just now Asamiya Yongshi saw the pitiful Nishikujo who was lying on the other's shoulder.

I hope that little guy won't frighten Qianhejing.

Asamiya shook his head forever, and floated into the air again.

the other side...

Qianhejing couldn't suppress the fear in his heart at all, and tears flowed out unconvincingly:

"Enough! It's really enough!"

After all, she is still only a woman. Although she is very strong in front of students, she can't control her emotions at this time.

Qianhexiang continued to run with his head buried.

After running for about five minutes, she finally realized something was wrong after she lost control of her emotions.

After all, this haunted house is only as large as a classroom. How can it be possible that an adult woman can't get out after running for five minutes?

Qianhe raised his head whirling with tears and eyes.

Here...it seems to have just been here...

"Students Bei and Beichuan..." She hugged her knees weakly and scanned the surroundings lonely.

How exactly did Beichuan Temple do it, and what tactics did he use... What did he hide before...

These thousand cranes no longer want to pursue it at all.

She just wanted to run out of this **** haunted house now, immediately, and immediately.

She didn't want to think about anything else.

Qianhexiang hugged his knees like this, looking timid and helpless.

It is basically two people with the strong head teacher in normal times.

Just as Qianzuru was crying, a pack of tissues suddenly passed over from the side.

She took out a tissue, wiped her tears, then blew her nose again, and finally said hoarsely, "Thank you."

Uh...?

Qianhexiang soon noticed something was wrong.

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

Then he looked at the hand that passed the tissue.

Strictly speaking, it is not a human hand.

It was chubby...without five fingers, like a puppet's hand with a paper towel glued to the round arm.

Muppet's hand? !

And it's still on my shoulder...?

Qianzuru shook his body and looked at his shoulder with a face that was about to cry again.

I don't know when, his shoulder has been occupied by a little puppet.

It was a very hideous face.

The puppet was stained with plasma.

Tattered mouth stitched with thin silk threads in an X-shape.

The button-shaped eyes glowed like a living thing under the light of the flashlight.

At this moment, these ‘eyes’——

Staring at yourself like a living thing!

Qianhe's mouth opened, just about to scream!

next moment--

There was the sound of footsteps in front of him.

Patter.

Patter.

Patter.

Sitting on the ground, Qianzuruxiang raised his head dullly.

It was a woman in a white dress with her neck twisted to a ninety degree angle.

Her face was pale, and she stared at Qianhejing with a bitter expression on her face.

Dark blood dripped from the edge of her skirt.

Tick, tick...like a countdown before death.

But these are not the most attractive factors.

The props that scared her the most, and even started twitching all over her body...

It is the chainsaw with the cold glow in her hand!

There is something particularly conspicuous on the chainsaw.

That is the flesh, skin, and hair of the human body...

"No...don't...I..." Qian Hexiang kicked his feet indiscriminately, and his hands kept swinging.

That's a chainsaw...!

How could Beichuan Temple bring such contraband into the school? !

Do not...

It can even be said that what Beichuan Temple brought into the school was not a ‘ghost dancer’ at all.

It's a real ghost!

Under Qianhexiang's horrified gaze, the woman rang the chainsaw.

next moment!

The roar of the chainsaw and the sound of thousands of cranes sounding terribly terrified!