The situation in front of me is so similar to the situation in the last bold test meeting.

Tourists entered the haunted house one after another, and then they were frightened and became weak all over, and some even fell into a coma.

The health room can't be stuffed!

Hearing these familiar news, Qianhe Xiang, who was already ready to move, couldn't help but come to the haunted house set up in Class A of the second year.

"Teacher Chizuru wants to go in and visit?" The classmate at the entrance, who was guarding the entrance, heard his class teacher's statement, and his expression was a little unnatural.

He looked at the left and right and lowered his voice carefully and said, "It's not me... Teacher Qianhe... Kitanus Great Demon... This haunted house set up by Kitanus classmate gave me a very bad feeling."

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

But I know that every time he enters the haunted house, he always feels a chill in his neck. The environment where he is forced to lower his visual range is even more weird and inextricable.

A curtain that seeps blood and tear marks.

The cold eyes peeking in the dark.

The whisper that lingers in my ears.

It is obvious that these things should not be considered when the arrangement is made, but the actual experience of this haunted house gives people a sense of despair and strange oppression.

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

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

"If it was that Beichuan Demon King... No, it was Beichuan classmate... Maybe it was really..."

"..." Qianhe sounded.

Although she had long heard of the reputation of Kitakawa Temple, she did not expect that Kitakawa Temple would have such an image among students.

Qianhe Xiang frowned very much, then calmly reached out and pressed the trembling shoulders of the student in front of him:

"Myanoshita, you must have watched too many horror movies, so you imagined these false things."

She analyzed calmly: "The so-called haunted house is nothing more than suppressing the terrifying closed environment, realistic props and excellent performances of ghost actors. It is nothing more than giving you psychological hints in some places, and then amplifying these fearful psychology, making you suspicious."

Qianzuo ended with a professional look: "In other words, the seemingly bizarre and terrifying scenes in the haunted house are all scientifically based. As long as you don't doubt the gods, there is nothing to be afraid of. We should believe in science, Miyashita classmate."

Yes.

You want Chihiro Xiang to believe that Kitakawa Temple has hidden a serial murderer in the haunted house, maybe she will believe it, but you want Chihiro Xiang, a staunch atheist teacher, to believe that there are real ghosts inside...?

That's simply a joke.

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

After a long time, the boy said stupidly, "I understand, Mr. Qianhe. I will believe in science... Then are you going in now?"

"Well, you must always remember and believe in science. As for me now... I will go in now. It is also one of the teacher's responsibilities to examine the haunted houses arranged by students." Chizuki nodded.

But this is actually a lie.

What Chizuka Xiang wanted to know was what Kitagawaji did.

What was he hiding in the haunted house?

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

Chizuru coughed dryly, greeted Miyashita's classmate on the side, took the small glitter flashlight he handed over, and walked inward.

This small flashlight can only bring a little light, and it is already very difficult to use it to illuminate the road ahead about one meter.

It was pitch black all around.

It can be seen that the students in Class A of the second year were also very careful, covering the windows with black cloth or black cardboard, and then adding curtains to create an environment where you can’t see your fingers.

Gudu.

Qianhe Xiang swallowed and couldn't help but murmur: "Why does it feel a little cold?"

Yes. Why is it a little cold?

It is clear that summer is now, even if the temperature is not that high, it is not so cold, right?

And this coldness...is the coldness that comes from a cold wind blowing on the night road, which dispels the temperature on her body in just a moment.

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

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

Qianhe Xiang gave out a breath of white breath in confusion. After rubbing his palms, the flashlight shone forward.

In front of her was a deep corridor.

I remember this place should be a place where the podium is placed.

However, the podium has been removed now, and the left and right sides have been blocked by blood-stained white curtains.

The white curtain was light and had dazzling tearing marks on it, as if something would run out from behind the white curtain the next moment.

Qianzu's fingers trembled slightly.

This place in front of me is obviously where I teach every day, but just changing the decoration gives her an extremely unfamiliar feeling.

This feeling made Qianhe Xiang very uncomfortable, as if his vision and the memories in his mind were torn apart.

A strange feeling spreads slowly in my heart...

Confined space, suppressed psychology, aggravated psychological hints...

Qianhe Xiang actually understands these words.

After all, every time she prepares for a meeting, she will go and see the key points about the arrangement of haunted houses on the Internet.

She also considers herself a half-haunted house expert.

But the common sense that lingers in my mind... when dealing with the scene in front of me... I always feel that it is not enough.

"There is only this corridor...that means continuing to walk forward...right?"

Qianhe Xiang calmed down and muttered in a low voice.

She continued to walk forward, leaving only her footsteps in the closed and narrow space.

The more Qianhe Xiang left, the more he felt something was wrong.

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

Wait! Quiet?!

Qianhe Xiang felt a chill rushing straight from his heel to his back.

Yes.

The surroundings are so quiet! They are so quiet that it is creepy!

This is very unscientific!

Qianhe Xiang finally understood what was wrong.

She is now in the teaching building, and the radio outside is supposed to be playing the school songs of Beijing North High School.

But now...

There was no sound outside.

Whether it is the crowded voices of tourists or the cheerful Beijing-North Beijing school songs on the radio... they all disappeared...

This is obviously impossible.

If the previous temperature reduction is classified as a means of cooling, then what will happen if all the sounds are gone now?

Soundproofing method?

This is obviously impossible.

The students in Class A of the second year did not have the money to buy sound insulation sponges. Generally, the sound insulation of physical means is limited. It is impossible to be like now. Nothing can be heard except for her breathing and footsteps.

At this moment, Qianhexiang's face turned slightly pale.

This haunted house is like an isolated island.

A collection of horror and weird islands.

"Bei...Beichuan..."

Is this really something a student is responsible for assigning it?

Beichuan...What kind of student are you?

Qianhe unconsciously muttered the name of Kitagawa Temple in his mouth and raised his arm.

With this action, the light from the flashlight shone forward.

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

The front is empty and nothing can be seen.

"...It's better... go back a little." Qianhe Xiang finally realized something was wrong.

Escape is not shameful, but it is reckless to move forward even though you know that there is something unknowing ahead.

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

quiet--

The anxiety in the air has aggravated.

Chizuru's black eyes were shaking.

At some point, the white curtain with blood stains had cut off the way out.

Who is it?

How could it be possible to quietly move such a large curtain behind you without making any noise?
To be continued...