Weird Regulator

The air was filled with the smell of decay and decay. As he walked deeper and deeper, the dry air made his skin tighter, which made him even more uncomfortable.

With his vision almost squeezed, Fang Shenyan could only see a little blurry shadow.

He seemed to be in a school corridor late at night, with hard tiles under his feet and his arm seemed to be rubbed by something.

A cracking sound came faintly, it was a pot of dead flowers.

Even more intense than the smell of decay was the extremely dry air, as if it had been burned by an invisible netherworld fire, making the environment no longer habitable.

"Dong... Dong..."

In the distance, there was a strange knocking sound that was not clear.

It didn't sound like the school bell ringing, but rather a sense of purification and silence like knocking a wooden fish in a temple.

It was just that it appeared in a place where it shouldn't appear, and it couldn't bring purification, only weirdness under the disharmony.

Since handing over the 10 gold coins and entering the entrance of the horror house, Fang Shenyan has been observing.

His vision was too compressed, so he used his sense of smell and hearing, but the environment here was more complicated than he expected.

The strangest thing was that although he was the first to enter the horror house, Chang Sheng, Li Guanqi and others had been following him.

Since half a minute ago, the messy footsteps behind him have become less and less, until now, he can only hear one footstep, that is his own.

Walking alone in the dark corridor where you can't see your hand in front of your face, he was not afraid, but he also took unprecedented importance.

The extremely rich mission experience and the five senses beyond ordinary people allowed him to accurately capture the unusualness of this horror house project.

Without the blessing of the white-faced ghost mask, he is just an ordinary person.

Under such circumstances, Fang Shenyan has no tolerance for error, and all he can do is to walk on thin ice.

And at this moment, a hand suddenly appeared without warning, blinded his eyes, and then dragged him violently.

Fang Shenyan's brain flashed through multiple thoughts in an instant, and with his ability, he did not expect the appearance of this hand at all.

This means that the person who came is most likely a ghost.

However, when he was being dragged, he made another contradictory discovery.

The force of this drag was not as strong as he imagined. It was just a little stronger. As long as he struggled hard, he could break free.

However, Fang Shenyan did not choose to struggle, because he realized that the hand was reaching from the left and dragging to the left.

In the blurred vision at the beginning, he could recognize that he was in the corridor of a teaching building. On the right was a window sill with flower pots, and on the left were closed classroom doors.

Fang Shenyan didn't know who the "person" who was dragging him was, but he could tell from this action that this "person" had no ill intentions.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Just as he was about to sink into the classroom, a series of strange footsteps suddenly came from his ears not far away.

Those footsteps were definitely not those of a living person. They were extremely dull and heavy, as if every step would cause severe compression on the floor, but this was just a specific description of the sense of oppression.

The footsteps outside definitely belonged to ghosts, not just one, but at least a pair.

Moreover, with Fang Shenyan's experience, he could clearly sense that just hearing footsteps at a distance made his bones go soft.

This is a physiological characteristic of extreme terror.

Fang Shenyan almost forgot this feeling. He had never been afraid of anything, even people and ghosts, but this time he suddenly felt such a strong sense of fear after hearing footsteps for no reason.

But even so, he still maintained absolute restraint and purity of thought.

Before he was about to enter the unknown classroom, he pressed his right thumb firmly into the wooden thorn on the door frame, and pressed hard to pierce the tip of his finger.

A trace of blood has since been left on the door frame of this classroom.

Silence...

The long silence made people's heartbeats accelerate.

Fang Shenyan was pressed on the cold floor tiles, and his head seemed to hit something hard, and he felt a burst of pain.

But at the same time, the person who was holding his arm with one hand raised his other hand and pressed it on his heart.

He frowned, gave up struggling, and let the hand tightly cover his heart.

Outside the classroom, the heavy footsteps of "sssssss" seemed to fall on his heart every time, making it beat abnormally.

At a certain moment, the inexplicable sense of oppression and panic all fell on this top clerk in the first echelon of the top ten branches.

Fang Shenyan even had an unrealistic association-

The footsteps outside seemed to come from the fierce ghost messenger in hell, and he became a wandering ghost. Once he bumped into it, he was doomed to be in a natural panic.

When Fang Shenyan counted to "4 minutes and 14 seconds" in his heart, the footsteps outside the corridor stopped abruptly, and everything returned to calm.

Including those fears and the physiological abnormalities caused, they all disappeared in an instant.

The light source seemed to arrive at this moment, giving a rare moment of peace.

Fang Shenyan used the gray moonlight coming through the classroom window to determine that the scene inside the horror house was dark.

At the same time, he finally caught the appearance of the "person" who pulled him in.

This was a young man dressed in casual clothes, who looked young, about 18 years old.

His handsome appearance looked harmless, but whether it was fear or something else, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Through the young man's detailed expression, Fang Shenyan could see that the other person's attention was always outside the classroom, and that fear was far greater than his own.

Before the young man could speak, he took the opportunity to look at his current location.

This is a very ordinary and clean classroom.

There are obviously traces of manual cleaning here. The blackboard looks clean at first glance, but if you look carefully, you will see that there are scratches from rags and chalk dust in some places.

Including the bucket behind the door, after cleaning, the mop was not wrung out, and the bucket was filled with sewage.

Obviously, today's on-duty student was not so "observant of the rules" and left in a hurry after cleaning everything.

The chairs are neatly placed on top of the desks, which makes cleaning easier. There is no clutter in the entire teacher's aisle, and all students' belongings are stored in the desks.

This is an ordinary classroom.

At this time, the young man finally spoke.

"Oh, luckily you didn't struggle too hard, otherwise you would have been hit by them."

Fang Shenyan looked at the young man wiping away his sweat, stood up from the ground, and asked in a low voice:

"Who are they?"

The young man came to the door with lingering fear, and the glass on the door looked out vigilantly and replied:

"I don't know who they are, but I only know that when they appear, my legs become weak. I just want to run away and don't dare to take a peek."

A very reasonable and vulgar plot.

Fang Shenyan had heard about it in many low-level tasks, so he didn't hesitate any more and asked:

"Who are you?"

The young man turned back to look at him who was calm and leisurely, and said with a wry smile:

"My name is Gao Zhihua, and I am a student of this school. I am the only student now..."

Fang Shenyan narrowed his eyes slightly, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and asked in a rather mysterious tone:

"You mean, there are no other students here except you?"

“Not only the students, but everyone was gone. Overnight, I was the only one left in the whole school.

Since yesterday, I have been wanting to escape, but for some reason, every time I jump out of the wall, I end up back in Class 1, Grade 3 in Building A. "

Gao Zhihua added angrily:

"Class 1 of Senior Three is my class."

Fang Shenyan walked around the entire classroom, touched the desk with his hand and found that there was no dust, and asked casually:

"Were they all killed by that thing outside?"

Gao Zhihua took down the chair on the next desk, sat down on it, shook his head and said:

"I told you that I haven't dared to look at it. How could I know what happened to other people?"

This student is not quite right.

Fang Shenyan could feel that there were big loopholes in Gao Zhihua's words, and his appearance was also very abrupt, as if he was suddenly placed here.

Since he is a clue character, it stands to reason that he should have his own logic.

"They are gone, why are you still here?"

The aggressive Fang Shenyan only asked three questions, but Gao Zhihua suddenly spread his hands and said something that seemed a bit ridiculous on the surface.

"Brother, have you never played in a haunted house?

I am the NPC who takes you into the plot. If I am not here, how can I advance you to the next step? "