Inside a hidden compartment in the haunted house, a staff member wearing blood-stained white clothes and a pale mask was carefully observing the situation outside through a peephole.
Once someone passed by, she would silently appear in front of the tourists, giving them a big surprise.
Tap, tap, tap.
Clear footsteps entered the staff member's ears.
The staff member, who had been somewhat distracted, immediately held her breath and concentrated.
'This sound, it should be a woman's leather shoes, right?'
The staff member carefully distinguished the footsteps.
'Only one set of footsteps? A girl came to play in the haunted house alone?'
The staff member felt a bit strange.
She was an old employee here and had seen all sorts of guests.
Generally speaking, girls rarely came to haunted houses.
Those who did usually came with their boyfriends.
Many girls who were usually reserved could do some bold things naturally in a haunted house.
So, she sometimes chose different scare tactics for different tourists.
For example, if it was a couple, she would appear head-on, then quietly disappear when the two hugged tightly.
If it was a boy, she would wait until he passed and then launch a surprise attack from behind.
The main reason was that scaring boys head-on carried a higher risk; she was afraid of being hit.
Don't think it's impossible, she really had been hit before.
That big brother screamed and gave her a heavy punch.
Thinking about it now, her head still buzzed.
'It really is just one person...'
After listening carefully for a while longer, the staff member finally confirmed that it wasn't a boy's shoes making less noise.
It really was just one person.
'A test of courage? A penalty game?'
'No, the footsteps are too steady.'
After ruling out all possibilities, the staff member's eyes narrowed.
There was only one truth.
This girl wasn't afraid of haunted houses; she was here to "challenge" their haunted house.
'No wonder the boss said there would only be one group of guests in the haunted house today and told us all to give our best; so, it turns out someone is here to challenge us.'
Thinking of this, the staff member began to adjust her state, preparing to strike with her strongest performance.
The staff member gently closed her eyes, listening intently to the footsteps in the corridor.
15 meters, 10 meters, 5 meters.
The staff member opened her eyes, and then... then she rolled her eyes and fainted.
Outside the peephole, a pale, inverted face was swaying slightly.
A long tongue, crimson eyes, a terrifying expression, and pale skin.
Thud.
The staff member fell stiffly to the ground.
"Ah, so easily scared?"
Gojo Satoru turned off the flashlight and pulled off the long fake tongue and glasses.
His legs, which had been bent and hooked to the ceiling mechanism, also released directly.
"Gojo, don't bully the staff members."
"Ah, aren't they professionals? Is it really that I'm too strong?"
Shoko Ieiri rolled her eyes.
Shoko Ieiri squatted in front of the staff member and removed the ghost mask.
Under the mask was the face of a woman in her twenties.
After confirming that the person was fine and merely overly startled, Shoko Ieiri breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking back, Gojo Satoru had already started rummaging through various horror props in the corner.
"Gojo, when will you learn to be gentle with women?"
"What did you say?"
Gojo Satoru looked up after hearing his name.
"No, nothing."
Shoko Ieiri gave up on persuading him.
She had a feeling that if she continued to persuade him, Gojo Satoru would become interested in her.
However, it was already too late.
Gojo Satoru looked at the blood-stained white coat in his hand, then at Shoko Ieiri, a mischievous expression on his face.
"Nanan, Shoko, you play too~"
Gojo Satoru's sickeningly sweet voice made Shoko feel a great sense of foreboding.
Shoko Ieiri stood up and immediately walked in the opposite direction.
Suddenly, a white coat was thrown over her.
The clothes were very loose, able to conceal the human features underneath.
Therefore, Gojo Satoru easily put the clothes on Shoko Ieiri.
"Gojo, wuwuwu."
Shoko Ieiri's face was covered just as she was about to resist.
It was the ghost mask of the staff member who had fainted.
"Heave-ho."
Gojo Satoru easily lifted Shoko Ieiri and then "hung" her on the ceiling mechanism.
It was a horizontal wooden stick held by a rope.
If Shoko Ieiri wasn't mistaken, the haunted house staff would usually hang a fake ghost model on it, which would then be carried by a zip line to float past tourists.
Only this time, it wasn't a model hanging there, but Shoko Ieiri.
"Off you go!"
Gojo Satoru pushed hard, and Shoko Ieiri quickly flew forward along the mechanism's track.
"Ah ah ah ah! Go! Jo! Sa! Toru!"
"It's so boring when you always hide on the side when we play; this time, Shoko, you play too~"
Gojo Satoru seemed not to hear Shoko Ieiri's screams, dressed in black, he was like an indistinct ghost in the dim haunted house, occasionally popping out to give Shoko Ieiri a push.
"You know why I usually don't dare to get close!"
"Hahahaha."
At this moment, not far ahead of the two.
"Screaming so miserably? Rumiko is really full of energy today, so I need to step up too."
A haunted house staff member, disguised as a statue, got ready.
Then... he saw a rapidly approaching female ghost with a ferocious face.
'Strange, do we have this staff member in our store?'
The female ghost's height was much taller than Rumiko's.
"Hehehehe, I found you."
As the staff member was wondering, a terrifying voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Whoa, who, who's there!"
The staff member was startled.
One must know that their makeup artist was professional, and coupled with the dim environment and the cover of other statues around, no one had ever discovered his disguise.
The staff member looked back in horror, but found nothing.
'Gulp, wha... what's going on? Am I being oversensitive?'
"Hehehe, I'm~ here~"
"Ah ah ah, there's a ghost!"
The haunted house staff member panicked, dropped the prop in his hand, and ran wildly towards the end of the passage, behind him was Gojo Satoru, dressed in a monster costume, constantly cackling and occasionally going back to push Shoko Ieiri.
Finally, floating in the air, was the female ghost Shoko Ieiri, shouting Gojo Satoru's name with a voice mixed with anger and terror.
'It really is a disaster to go out with Gojo Satoru!'
The female ghost Shoko Ieiri cried inwardly.
"They're having a lot of fun over there."
Eichi, in the corridor not far from the two, remarked, listening to the sounds from afar.
Just then, a haunted house staff member appeared in front of them.
"Hehehe."
The haunted house staff member laughed eerily; to be able to produce such an obviously abnormal laugh, he had clearly put in effort.
Slap.
As he laughed, half of the staff member's face fell to the ground, revealing crimson muscles.
"Ah, my face fell off."
After speaking, the haunted house staff member looked at Eichi and Artoria.
"Can you give me your faces, hehehe?"
"Alright, here you go."
Under the astonished gaze of the haunted house staff member, Eichi reached out, tore off his own face, and handed it over.
Artoria knew it was fake, but the staff member didn't.
"Ghost!"
The staff member turned and ran.
"Eichi, we're here to experience the haunted house."
Artoria's gaze was serious; Eichi's actions had the suspicion of bullying the weak.
"Ah, sorry, Gojo was having so much fun over there, I wanted to try too."
The sounds from that side were too enthusiastic, Eichi couldn't help but sense it through the shadows.
The two did not scare the poor staff members again.
Suguru Geto and Kento Nanami, who came in last, were playing Red Light, Green Light with a haunted house staff member.
"Ow, ow, ow... you guys at least give some reaction."
The haunted house staff member couldn't take it anymore.
"Sorry, your performance is excellent, it's just that for us, it's still... a tiny bit not enough."
"Huh?"
The haunted house staff member was confused for a moment, then dejectedly left.
At this moment, he had great doubts about his professional abilities.
"Ultimately, why did Senior Gojo bring us Jujutsu Sorcerers to a haunted house..."
Kento Nanami rubbed his forehead speechlessly.
"Perhaps what Gojo considers 'fun' is different from what you consider 'fun'."
Suguru Geto answered with a calm expression.
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