Girls' thoughts are always hard to guess, and Guangyou wouldn't bother trying to guess what others are thinking.
As they went deeper, Kōyū faintly heard some strange sounds. He stopped and asked, "Ai, did you hear that?"
The sound was very rhythmic, and it didn't sound human at all; rather, it sounded like...
"It sounds like the cry of some animal."
Ai stopped, closed her eyes, and carefully tried to discern the sound that hadn't stopped. After a moment, she said uncertainly, "Amphibian?"
Kōyū turned his head, looked at Ai in surprise, and said in disbelief, "Ai, you're amazing! You can even tell the difference?"
Ai rolled her eyes at Kousuke, annoyed, and said, "Is that not allowed?"
"No, that's not it."
Kōyū shook his head, took Ai's hand, and prepared to change his target. He had originally planned to take a look around and leave, but suddenly he wanted to go and take a look at the source of the sound.
A completely dark environment can easily cause some timid people to doubt themselves and start overthinking. If a faint but persistent sound comes into play at this time, it can easily cause their psychological defenses to completely collapse.
Guangyou had tried a similar method before, and it worked very well. Even if you have received some training, you will not be able to stand it for long.
This method is clearly more sophisticated than those haunted houses that simply blast scary music.
However, this method seemed rather low-level and boring to Guangyou, who could even hum a song happily in this environment.
"Can't you give the organizers of this haunted house a little face?"
Ai glanced helplessly at Kousuke, then turned her head to look at the camera mounted on the ceiling, and sighed for a moment for the staff of this haunted house.
...
Haunted house monitoring room
The sun shines brightly, and the flowers smile at me.
Guangyou's singing voice traveled through the speakers to the ears of two staff members who were watching the monitoring in the control room.
The dimly lit screen illuminated the bewildered profiles of the two men. They looked at each other, and one of the men asked, "Isn't our haunted house a complete failure? It didn't even scare a little ghost."
"The little bird says 'Good morning, good morning,' why are you carrying a bomb on your back?"
Upon hearing the lyrics, another man broke out in a cold sweat, wondering, "Are kids these days really this reckless?"
"Maybe they're just thick-skinned. Didn't a couple break up yesterday because they were scared?"
At this moment, the two could only console themselves in this way. However, because they were talking, they did not notice a dark shadow flashing across the screen.
...
"face?"
Guangyou shrugged helplessly. Actually, he didn't mean to hum a tune on purpose, but the dark environment with nothing around made it a bit boring. "But no one came out to scare me or anything, so there was nowhere to give them face."
I thought it was interesting a moment ago, but now that I've walked around for a little while, not a single one of the staff members who were pretending to be ghosts have jumped out.
Ai interrupted Kousuke, saying, "We're almost there."
The sound became clearer and clearer. In the deserted corridor, apart from the breathing of Guangyou and Xiao Ai and the faint sound of footsteps, there was only the sound of the "amphibian" animal.
With one hand holding a candlestick and the other holding Ai, Kōyū strolled down the corridor as if taking a leisurely walk, humming a tune.
This display of force made the two guys watching in the monitoring room feel a bit embarrassed. Of course, they could arrange scary scenes, but they didn't dare. If the kids got frightened, the haunted house would probably be held liable.
"I don't know what the real situation was like in that era."
Guangyou is somewhat interested in the era when witches were prevalent, but if he were to actually travel back in time and experience it for a day or two, he would rather not.
That era was incredibly dark; the rule that money and power made you the boss was quite evident, especially given some truly disgusting habits.
"arrive."
The two stood in front of a wooden door on the left side of the passageway, and could clearly hear the "amphibian" calls coming from behind the door.
This wooden door is fundamentally different from other wooden doors. While the other wooden doors only have one or two bloodstains, the bloody smell emanating from this wooden door is as if it had been completely submerged in blood for a long time.
The entire door had turned dark red, and a sinister aura emanated from it constantly into the passageway. Coupled with the constant screams, it's likely that those with a weaker constitution wouldn't dare to push the door open.
Kōyū handed the candlestick to Ai, freeing one hand to reach for the doorknob. The moment he touched it, a chilling sensation instantly spread from his palm, though it was limited to his skin.
Guangyou immediately guessed where this feeling came from and muttered to himself, "They actually used metal handles."
That's right, the entire haunted house is basically air-conditioned to maintain the atmosphere, and the door handle is made of metal, so it's no wonder it's cold.
The sound of the door being pushed open was heavier, and the chill was even more noticeable as soon as it was opened.
It's obvious that the air conditioning in this room is much stronger than outside.
"Guangyou, look at the things in this room."
Ai held the candlestick and used the candlelight to observe the entire room. When she saw the things on the table, even she felt a little nauseous.
Following Ai's gaze, Kōyū looked at the table and immediately felt a chill. It wasn't fear, but rather the ugliness of the things on it.
There was a long table next to the wall on the left, and the table was covered with bottles and jars, which contained things like toads, scorpions, and lizards.
Many of the jars were broken, and their contents were completely exposed, though they looked like they had cooled down.
Kōyū took the candlestick from Ai and walked straight to the table. The candlelight illuminated the table, allowing him to see more clearly.
The animals, now cold and lifeless, looked eerie under the orange light. One toad had been severed in half, one of its eyes missing, while the other eye remained perfectly in place.
The toad's lower body wasn't so lucky; pieces were broken off here and there, and even its intestines were laid out directly on the table, a bloody mess—it was truly a gruesome sight.
Am I seeing things wrong?
Whether he was mistaken or not, Kōyū saw that the toad's intact eyeball seemed to move slightly, and now it seemed to be looking at him.
He didn't pay much attention to these little things; he had only glanced at them briefly and didn't remember what they looked like at all.
"What are you looking at? Believe me or not, I'll eat you up!"
In his previous life, Guangyou was a pure Chinese and had seen countless so-called "inedible" things. He got angry just looking at the toad. Not only did it pollute his eyes, but it seemed that even in death it was still not at peace.
"Keep looking? Or I'll take you back and make soup with you!"
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