Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 10, Section 10: More Bad Than Good

Night, 8 PM.

The campus was completely dark.

Although Komagome Gakuin still has student dormitories, the accommodation fee is over two million yen a year, and it is built off-campus in the style of an apartment.

Therefore, at night, apart from approved club activities, only a few teachers and security guards remain on duty at the school.

Near the main entrance of the old teaching building, five new delinquents had managed to survive until now by climbing over the wall and hiding inside the school beforehand, and they gathered on time.

Inoue, along with Hosokawa and Sato, scrutinized the five newcomers before them, causing them to instinctively straighten their backs, not wanting to leave a bad impression.

"To become a true delinquent, the most indispensable thing is a bold and resilient heart; otherwise, you're just all show and no substance!" Inoue walked around in front of the group with his hands behind his back, then stood in front of them and spouted nonsense with great arrogance.

These people are exactly drawn to a certain aura; once you have enough aura, they'll believe whatever you say makes sense.

Tell me, are you afraid of ghosts?

"Not afraid!"

The shouts made Inoue's brow twitch, and Sato looked around nervously, afraid of attracting the attention of the security guards.

However, at this time there were still one or two clubs active on campus, which could cover up their activities to some extent.

"Very good! Very energetic!"

Inoue, of course, couldn't show any fear of the guards, so he could only forcefully encourage them.

"Hosokawa, distribute the map. Your goal is to find the three mysterious items marked on the map within half an hour and bring them out intact. You cannot team up or help each other." Inoue added in a strange tone, "It doesn't matter what they are."

The group exchanged glances instinctively, all revealing expressions of defiance.

In the pitch-black darkness where it was impossible to distinguish one person from another at a distance, no one noticed that on a locust tree right next to them, a person with a stiff expression and pale skin was squatting, his eyes glowing red as he watched their every move.

"Minor misfortune, major misfortune, major misfortune, minor misfortune. Heh, what a rich kid driving a hawk—more bad than good."

"Dongshan Shen" glanced at the general fortunes of the group. Only one person, whose hands and feet were trembling, did not show any signs of misfortune. The others, at the very least, were facing minor misfortunes.

It is clear that they will all suffer misfortune.

"Fortunately, this paper doll body can directly access the original body's abilities."

The figure currently perched on the treetop is not the real Shin Higashiyama, but rather a paper doll he left behind.

At eight o'clock, he would activate the possession of the paper doll, channeling a wisp of his spirit into the paper doll whose eyes he had dotted with his blood, transforming it into a life-sized doll. However, to avoid unnecessary trouble, its appearance was modified.

After possession, the abilities of the Spirit-Nourishing Fiery Eye and the Luminous Master remain, and it can even access items in the reward warehouse.

However, the paper figure's magic power is limited; once exhausted, it will spontaneously combust and turn to ashes.

"We'll go up first and wait for you on the top floor. Remember, you only have forty-five minutes."

After Inoue assigned the tasks, the three of them went up to the teaching building first.

Then the five people below looked at each other, took out their phones or flashlights, and started to study the map.

Soon, four people went up one after another.

Only one student remained. He took a few deep breaths, hesitated and circled at the door, looking at the eerie teaching building. Countless scenes from horror movies flashed through his mind, making him unable to take the first step. His whole body was trembling.

The delinquent who was in the same class as Higashiyama Shin was the first to go in. He seemed very confident and not afraid of ghosts at all.

But the other two delinquents who hung out with him didn't come to tonight's selection meeting.

"Ok?"

Dongshan Shen's expression suddenly turned serious. It seemed that the broken formation had been activated.
When was it started?

When I visited it before, it was severely damaged, with only some basic yin-gathering functions remaining, and it was almost never operational. Now, it has quietly started operating again without me even realizing it.

"Aaaaaah!!!" Before he could think about it, less than a few minutes later, a bloodcurdling scream suddenly came from inside the teaching building.

The shout startled the newcomer at the door, soaking his pants instantly. He then scrambled away, yelling and screaming.

Such a loud noise would surely attract the attention of the security guards, so there shouldn't be any deaths. Unless, there really is something unclean present.

Higashiyama Shin jumped down from the treetop, looked up, and in a daze, everything before his eyes underwent a strange change.

The reinforced concrete teaching building was rapidly corroded and weathered at a visible rate. Patches of plaster fell off, revealing not brick walls, but old wooden walls. In the end, in Higashiyama Shin's eyes, it became a wooden teaching building that was no more than three stories high.

What was originally darkness has transformed into a hazy afternoon, like a filter of memories.

"Although I don't know much about formations, but..." Yunling Fire Eye opened, and the wooden teaching building in front of me was blown away like white mist by a strong wind. The afternoon filter shattered, and everything quickly returned to normal.

He wanted to see if it was a person, a ghost, or a monster behind this.

Inside the teaching building.

As soon as Sato followed Inoue in, he felt that something was wrong. The atmosphere was extremely oppressive, as if he couldn't breathe. A musty smell emanated from all around, and the entire building seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, making it even more dilapidated.

Gululu.

The sound, like something rolling across the floor, caught Sato's attention, and he glanced several times in the direction the sound came from.

In those few glances, in just a second or two, by the time he turned around, Inoue and the others were already several meters away from him.

"Hey! Boss! Boss, wait for me!"

Sato dared not stay alone and ran off, but it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as Inoue and the others walked into a classroom and closed the door behind them.

"I haven't gone in yet, boss!"

He quickly quickened his pace to catch up, then yanked the door open.

Immediately, a blinding white light flashed before his eyes, causing him to instinctively shield his eyes with his arm.

He was pulling on the door, not a flashbang!
After a few seconds, his eyes slowly adjusted to the light, and he squinted as he slowly lowered his hand.

But the scene that appeared in the next moment plunged him into a dazed state of mental blankness.

这 是
classroom?

Sato stared in disbelief at what he saw; the once-abandoned classroom was now filled with people.

Students in old-fashioned school uniforms sat upright on worn-out desks and chairs. Outside the window, the sky was bright and clear. On the podium, a teacher dressed in a national dress and with a sallow complexion was giving a lecture.

He held a piece of chalk in his hand and wore an old-fashioned watch on his wrist.

Where did Inoue, Hosokawa, and the others go?
They just walked through this door right in front of me.
"Sato-kun, what are you doing standing at the door in a daze?"

The teacher coughed a few times and looked at him with an unfriendly gaze.

Then, all the students in the classroom turned their heads toward him in unison, staring at him with stiff, frozen smiles.

Sato felt a chill run down his spine. This classic horror movie scene made him turn around and try to open the door, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, the door, which looked like it could be broken with just a light kick, wouldn't budge.

Snapped.

At that moment, a charred hand landed on Sato's shoulder, bringing with it an indescribable, strange smell.

All of Sato's movements stopped instantly, and he could only show a look of terror on his face, not daring to turn around.

"What I hate most is disobedient children."

A faint voice, carrying the smell of burnt meat, came from behind.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

(End of this chapter)