Chapter 2: Japanese Haunted House

The second day, Yuecheng Academy of Fine Arts.

The first class was about the history of Western art. In this class, Shin-hshin Liuhara usually only looked at the psp in his hands. At this time, he was watching the supernatural Japanese program downloaded yesterday.

This late-night Japanese supernatural program has also become a bit famous recently, so the number of downloads in the mainland has also surged, and he happened to find a website with a downloaded subtitle version.

On the picture, there is an ordinary house under the dark night. This house has two floors and looks very dilapidated. There are many places in the exterior walls that are even cracked.

"Good evening for everyone, everyone." The person in charge of the host was a sweet-looking Japanese woman wearing a kimono and said, "This is the famous Shinosaki family in Kamakura."

When I visited the haunted house, I felt very interesting to think about it. I was nervously watching the show, and suddenly I heard a voice coming from beside me: "Oh? Is it a Japanese drama?"

"Ah~ This is the Japanese Supernatural Festival... Hum?"

He looked to the side and found it was Kang Yinxuan!

"Yin Xuan? Why are you sitting next to me?"

"Isn't it possible?"

"No...not..."

Then he continued to look at the screen, and the female host in a kimono continued to say: "In the 60th year of Showa (i.e., 1985 AD), the Shinosaki couple who lived here were killed by the gangsters who broke into it. Only their daughter, who was still in her infancy, survived. Since then, many people nearby have witnessed ghosts in the windows, and there will be grieving cry at night, resulting in no one in the nearby houses. It is a very famous haunted house in Kamakura."

At this moment, a line of words appeared above the screen. The lines were in Japanese and translated by the subtitle group, which meant "please pay attention to the window."

Liu Yuanxin immediately looked over, and Kang Yinxuan, who was beside him, also looked over.

Behind the beautiful host in kimono, the window on the left side of the second floor of the "haunted house" was very dark at this moment and could hardly be seen clearly. However, in an instant, a clear white dot appeared on the window!

That white spot... really looks like a human face!

"It must be synthesized by computers," Kang Yinxuan said disdainfully: "This kind of program must take such measures to attract ratings. Anyway, the audience will not explore whether it is a real haunted house or a fake haunted house."

"Don't say that," Liu Yuanxin said with a smile: "Then there is no mystery."

Then, the beautiful host of the kimono continued, "Then let our crew follow the audience and enter this haunted house to have a look."

Then the camera began to move towards the door.

The gate looked rusty and spider webs, and the courtyard was full of weeds, some of which were almost as tall as their knees.

The door was not locked at all, and you could enter with a slight push.

"Ah, Risa is also very scared at this time." The beautiful host of the kimono was named Risa Banhashi. She seemed to have been hosting this show for a while. When she entered the haunted house, she said she was afraid, but her voice had no "fear" in it.

There is a very typical Wechat room inside. The wooden floor is a bit festering, and there are sliding doors outside the room. The winding corridor looks very quiet. The female host holding the microphone walked towards one of the rooms.

Although I knew that the white dot on the window just now was mostly processed in post-production, Liu Yuanxin still felt a little embarrassed when he saw it. This is a documentary-like image, which is completely different from a horror movie.

Open the sliding door and inside is a tatami-covered room with a table in the center of the room, and in the corner of the room, there are a few old-looking dolls.

The host Risa slowly walked towards the dolls and said, "Audiences, this should be the living room where Mr. Shinosaki, who died, was located. The room was very small and there were almost no other furniture. These dolls... I heard that Mr. Shinosaki was the master of making dolls during his lifetime, so it seems that this was probably his work."

There are three dolls in the corner. The camera gives the dolls a close-up.

"This is..." Kang Yinxuan's attention was also focused on this.

The three dolls were all dug out of their eyes! They looked a little weird when facing the camera empty. The dolls' faces were all white, and they were all the images of girls' dolls.

The female host named Risa didn't know if she was brave or something, but she actually picked up the doll and touched it, and even began to evaluate the workmanship of the doll.

"Little Japan is indeed perverted. Is she really not afraid at all?"

"I'm afraid this haunted house is simply fabricated," said Kang Yin Aoze. "This doll is naturally just an ordinary prop. It's really so scary, and it has been haunted so early in the 60th year of Showa. The local government probably demolished the house long ago, right?"

That's right, but Liu Yuanxin felt that it would be too exciting if it was a real haunted house.

At this moment, Lisha put down the doll, looked at the watch, and said, "Audiences, the time when the cry of grievances in the past is coming soon."

Hearing this, Liu Yuanxin also began to feel nervous.

Suddenly, one hand was placed on his shoulder!

He was shocked and turned around and saw that it was An Zi!

"An... Zi, ah, don't scare me, okay? My heart is almost stopped."

"Xiaomei hasn't come to school yet, and her cell phone is still out of battery. Haven't you contacted?"

"No," Liu Yuanxin thought for a while and said, "She might have something to do temporarily? She will always contact you when the time comes."

"I'm still worried. She's been very strange recently and a lot of things are very abnormal."

Xia Xiaomei is now staying in the lobby on the first floor of the apartment. Li Yin suggested that some people be selected to take turns to wait in the lobby. It is possible that the new residents will return to the apartment out of curiosity. Once they come, they will tell them about the apartment immediately. Xia Xiaomei volunteered.

"Don't you still have to go to school?" Li Yin also said at the time: "It's not good to skip classes, right?"

"It doesn't matter. We want to save lives like this!" Xia Xiaomei took on this task with great enthusiasm, looking like she was no other than me, so Li Yin agreed.

But she didn't know that if she went back to school, she would be able to find the four "new residents" immediately.

In the afternoon, it was Teacher Zhuang's class. As soon as he entered, he announced a news that made everyone faint on the spot: "The art exam is temporarily changed to tomorrow! The person I called my name below cannot leave after school and stay in the art classroom. I will be responsible for the make-up lessons myself!"

As soon as these words came out, people were suddenly filled with people and protests came one after another. However, the powerful teacher Zhuang continued, "I have decided that I will not change it! Let's start chanting the name below. Zong Yanzhou, An Zi, Kang Yinxuan, and Liu Yuanxin!"

Those who were pronounced their names looked at each other and immediately realized that it was a problem.

In this class, the four of them almost didn't listen to anything. Is the exam going to be tomorrow?

After the course, Teacher Zhuang locked his eyes on the four people, and none of them could escape. He had to stay obediently.

"Do you know why I only keep you four?"

In the huge and empty art classroom, all four of them had a bitter face, and Liu Yuanxin was the first to speak: "I know... I know."

"Oh, then you say."

"Because our paintings...were poor."

"Your paintings are not bad, but they have no soul at all!" Teacher Zhuang took out a dozen painting papers and said, "This is your homework for this semester! Except for Zong Yanzhou's paintings are quite introductory, the others simply make me doubt whether you have entered Yuecheng Academy of Fine Arts through the back door!"

An Zi took the painting she sent, looked at her own painting, and looked at it over and over again, feeling that her drawing was indeed not particularly good, but it wasn't that bad, right?

And Liu Yuan Shin and Kang Yinxuan obviously did not agree with Teacher Zhuang's words, but... can we refute it?

However, Zong Yanzhou, after he took the paintings, he said, "I am really not good at learning skills. I hope the teacher will give me more advice."

"Okay! This is what you want!" Teacher Zhuang looked very satisfied with Zong Yanzhou's self-reflection and continued: "An Zi, tell me, what is the problem with your work?"

"Well. My work...is probably colored."

"Of course the coloring is hopeless! But the key is that the scenery you paint is completely dead and lifeless! It is obviously a work that is rushing to work!"

"Ah...but I..."

"And you, Kang Yinxuan! Your works are still remarkable in color, but the scenery does not have a good sense of distance at all! Especially some details."

After talking like this for about half an hour, the paintings in the hands of the four people were almost a shame for the entire Yuecheng Academy of Fine Arts. At this time, Liu Yuanxin was already painting circles in his heart, cursing Teacher Zhuang.

"So!" Teacher Zhuang slapped the podium suddenly and said, "It is a dream to pass tomorrow's exam at your current level! Now, I will draw a picture on the spot for you to see! Let you know what real art is!"

This surprised the four of them, but then they began to realize that they might have to stay until very late.

Who knows how long it will take to draw this painting? And in order to demonstrate it to them, they will definitely draw more detailedly, and after the painting is finished, they will definitely ask them to express their feelings.

But there was no way, I could only read his drawings.

Teacher Zhuang opened the display cabinet behind the art classroom, took out the model for painting, placed it on the podium, then set up the drawing board, took out the paint and palette, rolled up the sleeves, and started painting.

The four of them could only look helplessly and stare at them. They knew very well that Teacher Zhuang would definitely ask them many questions after finishing drawing. If they didn't look carefully now, it would be awful.

However, all four of them had to admire Teacher Zhuang's attainment in oil painting, which was really high. I heard that he held a solo exhibition when he was young, and Yuecheng Academy of Fine Arts spent a lot of money to hire him as the instructor of the oil painting department.

When he watched him slowly outline the lines, Liu Yuanxin could not concentrate his thoughts. He was still thinking about that supernatural program in his heart.

As time went by, when Teacher Zhuang finally started to paint, it was already very late.

"That... teacher," Liu Yuanxin asked: "How about we... go to have a meal first? Teacher, you can also rest."

"What's the hurry! What's wrong with a young man having a late meal! Keep watching! Go and eat after I finish painting!"

Liu Yuanxin said, "Then...we have we ordered takeaways? Let's watch while eating."

"Okay, whatever you want."

If you receive an amnesty, Liu Yuanxin immediately started calling. The people around him did not have high requirements and were not in the mood to eat at this time. He thought that he would take the exam tomorrow, and it was this strict teacher Zhuang...

When the takeaway was delivered, the coloring was only half raised. It can be seen that Teacher Zhuang painted it very carefully and stared at the canvas completely intently.

When the painting was finally finished, the four of them had to admire Teacher Zhuang's skills. This oil painting seemed ordinary, but it felt lifelike, with impeccable colors, background and details. Zong Yanzhou even looked straight.

Next, Teacher Zhuang said: "You can evaluate this painting. Try to express your true feelings in your heart and don't flatter me."

Zong Yanzhou immediately said: "Teacher, the background of this painting is handled the best. Because..."

While Zong Yanzhou was speaking, Liu Yuanxin was about to doze off. However, he could not lie on the table and just prayed for an early end.

About an hour later, Teacher Zhuang finally said: "You should remember what you said today. Be sure to remember every detail of my previous painting. Remember, my requirements are still very strict. If tomorrow's exam fails half of this painting, it will be a failure! Ordinary scores are considered as failure! In that case, unless you reach the full mark in the final exam, I will give you credits."

Then, he changed his mind and said, "Do you have the confidence to pass tomorrow's exam?"

"have!"

Even if the four people don’t have confidence at this time, they have to say they have confidence.

"Is that true? What if I don't pass?"

Liu Yuanxin is really unable to bear it now. What should I do if it’s time? Wouldn’t it just that I won’t get the credits at that time?

He gritted his teeth, suddenly took out his psp and opened it, pointed to the supernatural program played above, and said, "Teacher, have you seen it? This is a famous haunted house in Kamakura, Japan. I swear to you that if we fail the exam tomorrow, let the ghost inside come to China to find us! OK?"

Then he turned around and shook his eyes at the three people behind him, meaning to agree with him quickly, otherwise who would know how late he would be left.

The three of them responded, and An Zi said, "Yes, if we can pass the exam, let this ghost come to us!"

Kang Yinxuan pushed her glasses and said, "I also swear to you, teacher, I will pass the exam tomorrow, otherwise this ghost will come to my house to find me."

Zong Yanzhou felt that this statement was boring, but seeing that everyone else said that, he nodded and said, "Teacher, I swear too, if you can pass the exam, let the ghost come to me!"
Chapter completed!