Ke Xue: Shinichi and I are childhood friends.

Chapter 1290 Extra - Haunted House

After their initial encounter ended in disaster, the two continued forward, only to discover that the corridor they had just passed was merely an appetizer.

After turning the corner, we arrived at the real haunted house.

Looking at the dilapidated door in front of him, Yu couldn't help but mutter, "No wonder it has such high praise online, this is quite a lot of money."

Who would create a corridor like that in a haunted house? I thought it had already started, but it turns out it hasn't even started yet.

Shiho Miyano said calmly, "Let's go." She was in a hurry; Yu had seen her momentarily startled, and she was eager to prove that she wasn't so timid after all!

"Okay," Yu replied with a smile.

The two walked through the broken door, and the next second their vision went dark—the broken door had actually closed!

It still had that rusty smell with a hint of mold.

Shiho Miyano couldn't help but complain, "I need to take a good shower when I get back; I feel like I'm going to get moldy."

Yuya smiled and said, "Me too, let's go together then."

In the darkness, Shiho Miyano rolled her eyes: "Don't even think about it."

If we really go together, it won't just be about taking a shower.

Yu didn't insist any further. Although she said "don't even think about it," she actually let Yu "barge" into the bathroom, because she never locked the door.

I took out my phone, pressed the power button, and the screen lit up, but immediately displayed a low battery warning.

Yu glanced at it and said helplessly, "It's out of power and will have to shut down soon."

"Can't you be a little more reliable?" Shiho Miyano muttered under her breath, took out her phone, turned on the flashlight, and the weak beam of light pierced the darkness, barely illuminating the wall—a mural that was already severely peeling off.

The painting depicts a child tilting his head, smiling so wide his mouth stretches to his ears.

A faint creaking sound came from ahead, which sounded quite eerie in the darkness.

In the dim light, Shiho Miyano nudged Yuya: "You go first."

Yuu turned around: "Are you scared?"

Shiho Miyano snorted: "No! Anyway, you go first!"

Yu couldn't help but laugh, took her hand in his, and walked forward.

After walking a short distance, a room appeared on the left.

The two exchanged a glance in the darkness, hesitated for a moment, and then went inside.

This place looks like a nursery, with an empty cradle in the center.

In the corner of the room, there were many broken dolls piled up. A bear with a broken arm lay next to the cradle, its eyes made up of two buttons.

Yuu squatted down, picked it up, and flipped through it. She found a note stuck to the back. When she shone her phone on it, it read: Please, please help me find my mother.

Shiho Miyano glanced at it cautiously before looking away, tilting her head and asking, "You believe in this?"

Yu shrugged: "Of course I don't believe it, but since I've written it, maybe it will trigger some kind of plot?"

"Triggering a storyline, do you think you're playing an RPG game?" Shiho Miyano couldn't help but complain.

There was nothing else here except for the teddy bear, so the two left the room and continued forward.

"Son, my son, where are you..."

Suddenly, a plaintive voice reached my ears.

Immediately afterwards, a sliver of light appeared in the corridor.

A woman in a white dress suddenly appeared, her hair covering her face, her arms hanging down to her knees, floating—yes, floating—towards them.

Yuya subconsciously glanced at the top of the woman's head, but the light was too dim to see if there was anything hanging from a steel cable or something.

Yu stopped and stared intently at the woman without saying a word.

Shiho Miyano didn't say anything, but subtly moved a little behind him.

The woman looked up, revealing a wax-like face with eyes that were like two black glass beads.

Yuya suddenly reached out and tugged at the woman's skirt—Shiho Miyano stared wide-eyed at Yuya in disbelief.

"The hem of your skirt is a little dirty," Yu said abruptly.

The woman remained still and silent, staring at Yuya with her wax-like face.

The three of them looked at each other in silence.

After a while.

The woman seemed a little embarrassed, tilted her head, and made a strange sound: "Excuse me, have you seen my son?"

Yu thought for a moment and said, "Hmm, I didn't see it, but we found your son's teddy bear in that room." She raised her hand and pointed behind her.

The woman glanced in that direction—or rather, looked; Yu judged from her gesture that she was looking.

"...Thank you." The woman growled as she thanked her, then floated away—Shiho Miyano blinked; she felt as if the "ghost" had escaped.

"Continue forward?" Yuya asked.

Shiho Miyano: "...Hmm." Suddenly, she didn't feel so scared anymore, and was even a little bored.

After walking for a while, the passage ahead suddenly narrowed, and the walls on both sides seemed to be squeezing inwards, making the air feel somewhat stuffy.

Yuya suddenly felt something sticky on the ground. He looked down and found that the floor was covered with dark red... blood.

Shiho Miyano also lowered her head.

Just as the two looked up to continue walking forward, a severed hand suddenly dangled from the ceiling, its five fingers twitching, with black shavings embedded in its fingernails.

Shiho Miyano pursed her lips, raised her hand, grabbed her wrist, and pulled hard.

The severed hand fell off and hit Yuya on the head.

"What is that?" Yu was startled and almost jumped up.

Upon seeing the severed hand and Shiho Miyano's completely innocent expression, he was speechless: "Didn't the staff say we can't touch it?"

Shiho Miyano tilted her head and said, "He didn't say we can't pull it, did he?"

Yu was taken aback, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that she had never said such a thing.

"Never mind, let's keep going."

A huge mirror was embedded in the wall. As the two passed by, they glanced at it subconsciously and saw their reflections—no, three people!

Yu turned around, but there was nothing behind her.

Shiho Miyano said, "The one-way mirror is hiding someone watching us."

Yu was surprised: "You knew all along?"

"I'm guessing. Judging from the setup of this haunted house, they probably secretly observed the guests' reactions and then chose the appropriate... shows to scare them."

Yu paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Have you been acting the whole time since you walked in?"

I thought she was scared, but she still had time to observe how the haunted house was scary.

Shiho Miyano thought for a moment and said, "I've tried my best, but it's really not very interesting." She had originally planned to be scared by something scary, like in a romantic movie, and then run into Yuya's arms and whine.

As a result, this is it?

The two continued onward, and just as Shiho Miyano had said, after losing the initial novelty and anticipation, the rest of the journey became boring, and they calmly completed the remaining distance.

The last room contained a round table with three steaming cups of coffee on it.

Across the table sat a man in a tattered suit, his face covered in paper, who was flipping through something in his hands.

"Welcome," he said as Yuya and Shiho Miyano entered, pointing to the coffee on the table. "You are the 128th couple to successfully pass through customs."

Yuya and Shiho Miyano calmly sat down and took a sip of coffee.

Shiho Miyano said, "Instantly dissolved, the taste is a bit off."

The paper figure froze, staring at Shiho Miyano, hesitant to speak: "You...aren't you afraid?"

Yu took a sip of coffee and put it down with some disdain—it was indeed instant.

Once you get used to grinding and brewing your own coffee, instant coffee becomes hard to swallow.

He said, "What are you afraid of? Ghosts? Traps? Or are you afraid your script is too bad?"

The paper figure froze, its face, though made of paper, twitching noticeably.

"Anyway..." the paper figure began somewhat awkwardly, "as guests who successfully pass through, we will give them a souvenir..."

The paper figure took out two souvenirs, placed them on the table, and pushed them in front of the two people.

"see you next time."

Yuya casually picked up the souvenir and, as he passed the paper doll, patted it on the shoulder: "Don't put coffee in the haunted house next time, it doesn't fit the atmosphere."

After the two left, the paper doll's aggrieved voice echoed in the room.

"...Actually, that coffee wasn't instant; my wife made it."