"Is that you? (Japanese)"
As Nakamori Aoshi approached, he realized it was the young Cherry Blossom Country couple who had been standing a few places ahead of him in line earlier.
Both the young man and woman from this Cherry Blossom Country couple were trembling uncontrollably from head to toe.
Looking at their faces, they were extrely pale.
Seeing the two in this state, Nakamori Aoshi's thick eyebrows furrowed deeply.
He felt profound contempt in his heart.
"What's wrong with you two? How can you be scared like this? (Japanese)"
The young woman from the couple was already unable to speak, while the young man said: "We just saw a white shadow flash into the passageway on the right! (Japanese)"
Following the young man's words, Nakamori Aoshi walked forward with his phone and discovered a fork in the road ahead.
After speaking, he prepared to head into the right passageway.
After all, he had been walking for so long without any clues, and suddenly a white shadow appeared. Although he didn't know what it was, it was better than nothing.
Just as Nakamori Aoshi was about to enter the right passageway.
He felt sothing pulling him from behind.
Turning around, he saw it was the young man: "Mister, can we co with you? We're too scared. If you help us get out, I'll give you my girlfriend's share of the mystery gift package! (Japanese)"
His girlfriend also nodded repeatedly: "Yes, mister, please!!! (Japanese)"
Seeing the couple like this.
Nakamori Aoshi spoke in a tone of profound disappointnt: "If all the young people in Cherry Blossom Country today are like you, scared to death just playing in a haunted house, then I think this country is dood!!! (Japanese)"
After speaking, Nakamori Aoshi directly shook off the two and entered the right passageway first.
After he left the young couple.
He muttered under his breath: "No wonder everyone says the younger generation is the useless generation. I finally understand that today. (Japanese)"
As he finished muttering, he suddenly heard a "slap" sound. This sound was very close to him, originating extrely near his left ear.
So why was it so close?
Because sothing had just patted his left shoulder, producing that slapping sound.
This wasn't an illusion, he was certain of that.
As for whether it was the young couple catching up?
Impossible, absolutely impossible. He had been paying attention all along, and this place was extrely quiet—only his own footsteps, no second person's.
So what was it that had patted his shoulder?
He slowly turned around.
Despite being fully ntally prepared, he was still startled.
Standing behind him was a person about the sa height as himself.
This should be a man.
He was dressed entirely in black.
What was horrifying was that his face was extrely pale.
His two eyeballs were very small, his nose was just a faint black dot, and his mouth was stretched wide.
The stretched-open mouth was filled with sharp triangular teeth like a shark's.
When Nakamori Aoshi saw this man, his breathing stopped for several seconds.
Then his right fist suddenly swung out, punching the man directly in the face.
He directly punched a large hole in the man's face.
But strangely, although a large hole was punched in the man's face, there was no bleeding.
Nor were there any screams of pain.
Nakamori Aoshi imdiately retracted his fist.
The man fell lightly to the ground.
During the fall, he swayed left and right before finally collapsing on the ground.
Not raising a single speck of dust.
So it turned out this wasn't a real person, just sothing made from paper materials shaped into a terrifying human figure.
Nakamori Aoshi then used his phone flashlight to shine above his head—perfectly normal black ceiling.
He didn't see anything strange, and when he shone it to his left, right, and the ground.
There were none of the strings or similar things he had imagined.
Alright, he admitted he had underestimated this haunted house.
This thing had genuinely scared him.
And the frightened Nakamori Aoshi viciously stomped on the paper figure countless tis to vent his anger.
Only after finally relieving his anger did he leave this place.
It seed that after great difficulty cos great fortune.
Perhaps because he encountered this paper figure.
Nakamori Aoshi soon reached what seed like a dead end.
At the end was an iron door.
The iron door looked extrely weathered, covered in rust.
Nakamori Aoshi was overjoyed. Although he didn't know what was inside, it was certainly better than going around in circles.
He reached out with his left hand to grab the rusty iron door handle and pulled backward.
The door opened.
After the door opened, it was pitch black inside. He raised his phone flashlight to shine inside.
He discovered it was an enclosed space inside.
Whether because it was sealed or not, when the door opened, it emitted an indescribable rusty stench.
But regardless of that, Nakamori Aoshi was very excited now.
Because in this small enclosed room, he saw a black wooden box on a silver stainless steel tabletop.
If he guessed correctly, this should be the wooden box containing the golden postcard!
Excellent! As long as he found this golden postcard, when these 7 days ended.
He could get 1 million USD!
Then he could restart his izakaya business!
He excitedly rushed over.
Reaching the silver stainless steel table, he opened the black wooden box.
After opening it, he shone his phone flashlight inside.
At the sa ti, the peripheral light also illuminated Nakamori Aoshi's face.
His originally excited face, with that smile stretching to the corners of his mouth, was disappearing at visible speed.
"Where's the golden postcard?"
After opening the box, Nakamori Aoshi discovered there was no golden postcard inside at all.
There was only a white piece of paper.
On the white paper was an English sentence:
"Fool, you've been tricked! There's no golden postcard at all!!!"
Nakamori Aoshi actually didn't know English.
Therefore, whether it was the white paper in the hotel or this white paper before him.
He needed to take out his phone for photo translation.
And after he used his phone for photo translation and learned this result.
He angrily tore the white paper to shreds.
"Baka! Baka yarou! Baka!!!"
He kept repeating words like "idiot" and "go to hell" in his mouth.
After repeating this for about two minutes, he finally realized sothing seed wrong.
Was that white paper in his hotel room really left by the people behind the apartnt?
If they really left it, they wouldn't have created this to ss with him!
After all, from his experience surviving 4 rounds in Alice Apartnt, he didn't think the people behind the apartnt would play such deceptive tricks.
But if they didn't leave it? Then who could it be?
Just as he was painfully pondering without finding an answer.
His ears trembled slightly.
Strange sounds again fell upon his ears.
This sound was a very fast, continuous "buzz buzz buzz" noise.
The sound was coming from behind.
The mont Nakamori Aoshi turned around, he switched his phone from his right hand to his left, then drew the fruit knife from his waist with his right hand.
It seed he was right-handed.
And when he turned around, the light from his phone flashlight didn't penetrate out of this small room.
Because standing in the doorway of this small room was a figure.
That figure blocked all the light.
Confining the light within this small enclosed room.
That figure.
Was about 1.8 ters tall.
Wore an ugly mask on his face.
Was dressed in the standard clothing of a pig-slaughtering Hunter.
In his hands was an oversized black-and-red chainsaw, buzzing loudly.
The sharp saw blade seed capable of cutting through anything.
After this figure blocked the doorway, although his face was masked and couldn't be seen.
From his voice, it could be judged he was a man.
This man laughed with a mocking, cackling laughter:
"Welco to hell! (English)"
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