I created a foundation

abnormal.

ghost.

These words were like a roaring train, rushing through his mind and crushing the cognition he had built up over the past twenty years.

He once thought that he could control everything and resolve all troubles with a gentle smile and smooth means.

But now, he found himself so powerless and so insignificant.

Every word of Miura and Yuigahama's crying was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.

What he thought was his daily life turned out to be just a fragile bubble.

The one who burst this bubble was the usually aloof and unapproachable Yukinoshita Yukino.

No, the Yukino in front of him was no longer the one he knew.

She was...something more powerful, more cruel, more beyond comprehension.

"It's... it's a haunted house..."

In between bursts of intense crying, Yumiko Miura spoke the truth intermittently.

Her voice was distorted by fear, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.

"We...we went to that...that legendary...haunted...abandoned haunted house..."

As she spoke, she trembled all over as she recalled the scene.

Yuigahama Yui also suddenly raised her head, looked at Yukino with tears in her eyes, and nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at rice.

"Hmm...hmm...what Miura said is true..."

Her voice was nasal and filled with fear.

Yukino was still standing in the middle of the classroom.

She didn't rush or interrupt.

He just listened quietly, his ice-blue eyes, like the most sophisticated instrument, capturing every subtle change in their expressions and analyzing the information contained in their every word.

Her silence was more oppressive than any words.

Yumiko Miura took a deep breath, as if she wanted to suck out all the air in her lungs, so that she could barely support herself to continue speaking.

"Just...just a week ago..."

Her voice was still trembling, but a little clearer.

"We... Xiaoqi and I... and... and the dead Hubu and the others... a total of five people..."

When she mentioned her dead companions, her voice choked again and tears burst out again.

"We...we just...just felt that summer vacation was too boring..."

"I heard online...that Moon Palace Amusement Park in the suburbs of Chiba City...the haunted house inside...is particularly famous..."

"They say...they say it's true...it really is haunted..."

Yuigahama Yui added softly, "There are... a lot of people who posted on the forum... saying that they encountered... very scary things..."

When she said this, she couldn't help shuddering again, as if the terrible thing was happening right before her eyes.

Miura wiped the tears from his face and continued, "We...we...we just wanted to seek excitement..."

"I feel like...it's all a lie...there are no real ghosts..."

"The Ministry of Revenue... made a bet... whoever gets scared out first... gets to treat us..."

She recalled the scene at that time and a bitter smile appeared on her face, which was uglier than crying.

How ignorant and stupid they were at that time.

They treated the fear of the unknown as cheap entertainment.

Little did they know that the door to hell was slowly opening before them.

"We...went up there at night..."

"That amusement park... has been abandoned for a long time... It's pitch black everywhere..."

"Only that haunted house... there's a strange red light on at the door..."

Miura's voice grew lower and lower, as if returning to that suffocating night.

"We... even joked with each other... to give each other courage..."

"After entering... at first... they were all... very old-fashioned... scary props..."

"Fake blood...skulls...and...staff members suddenly appearing..."

Yuigahama clutched her arm tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

"But...but...when we got to the innermost part..."

Her voice was filled with undisguised fear.

"We... met... a... person..."

There was no fluctuation in Yukino's eyes.

She waited quietly.

Miura and Yuigahama's descriptions are gradually piecing together the true circumstances of the incident.

The so-called "haunted house" is undoubtedly the key to all this.

It was like a huge whirlpool, sucking these ignorant boys and girls into it, and then devouring their lives in the most cruel way.

Now, the edge of this vortex has finally emerged.

The crying of Yumiko Miura and Yuigahama Yui gradually subsided, leaving only suppressed sobs.

The classroom fell into a suffocating silence again.

Yukino's gaze slowly shifted away from the two people who were slumped on the ground, their spirits completely broken.

She looked out the window.

The night is like thick ink that cannot be dissolved.

The abandoned "Moon Palace Amusement Park".

Her fingertips tapped lightly on the cold badge on the inside of her combat uniform sleeve, which marked her identity as a Foundation investigator.

The red dot has clearly marked Sichuan on the map in my mind.

Chapter 117: Twelve Demon Moons, Lower Moon One! Forced Dream

The air in the classroom seemed to freeze, with a suffocating heaviness.

Yumiko Miura curled up in the chair, her shoulders shaking violently, tears streaming uncontrollably down her pale cheeks.

Her voice was hoarse and broken, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of her throat with all her strength.

"At... at the beginning... it really was... no different from an ordinary haunted house..."

She sobbed intermittently, and once the floodgates of memory opened, those horrific scenes rushed to her mind.

Yuigahama Yui held her hand tightly and cried inconsolably, but still tried to give some support to her companion.

Hayato Hayama stood aside, his face terribly gloomy, his usual composure long gone. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning slightly white from the exertion.

Yukinoshita Yukino sat quietly opposite them, the pen in her hand lingering on the notebook, her ice-blue eyes staring at Miura calmly, without urging her and without revealing any unnecessary emotion.

It was as if she wasn't listening to a horror story but reviewing a pending report.

"We...we even joked with Tobe and the others...to see who was bolder..." Miura sniffed, his voice thick with nasal sounds, "and...we even laughed at Emina-san for shouting the loudest..."

Those once relaxing moments, when recalled now, are like sharp knives cutting their hearts over and over again.

"The lights in the haunted house are very dim... There's blood everywhere and... and those scary props..." Yuigahama added softly, her voice trembling with fear. "From time to time, staff members dressed as ghosts jump out to scare people..."

"I'm scared... but... since we're all together... I feel... it's okay..."

Yukino's gaze shifted from Miura to Yuigahama, and then slowly moved back again, always maintaining that unusual calmness.

Miura took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself, but the fear in his voice only grew: "But... when we get to... to the innermost area of ​​the haunted house..."

Her voice unconsciously lowered a lot, as if she was afraid of disturbing something lurking in the darkness.

"That place... is completely different from the front..."

"How is it different?" Xueno finally spoke, her voice cold and clear, like jade striking on ice, with an unquestionable penetrating power.

"Light..." Miura tried hard to recall, "There was almost...almost no light..."

"Not the kind of lights that are dimmed to create atmosphere... but... pure darkness... you can't even see your hand in front of you..."

"And... it's very quiet..." Yuigahama said in a voice as thin as a mosquito. "The background music from the haunted house... and all the scary sound effects... are all gone..."

"It's so quiet... it makes me uneasy..."

Hayato Hayama frowned slightly. He could imagine the oppressive feeling brought by the extreme darkness and silence.

Miura continued, "We thought...we thought it was a special design of the haunted house...it was the final...the final scary part..."

"The Ministry of Revenue... He even summoned up the courage... to call out a few times... to ask if anyone was there..."

"no respond……"

"There's no sound at all..."

The atmosphere in the classroom became increasingly solemn, and the night outside the window was so thick that it seemed to completely swallow up this small space.

"Then... we saw... saw him..." Miura's voice trembled again, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Him?" Yukino's tone didn't change at all, she just repeated the word calmly.

"Yeah..." Miura nodded heavily, tears blurring her vision, "A... a man..."

"He's not... not one of those haunted house actors with blood all over their bodies and wearing scary masks..."

"He was wearing... wearing a very... very well-fitting suit..."