I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

"That..."

Mike suddenly opened the door to the classroom where the previous student was, but there was an empty classroom waiting for him.

There was no one in the classroom in front of him. It looked no different from the classroom he had been sitting in previously.

"Where did he go? Where did he go?"

The clues were cut off, and Mike went completely crazy. At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind him, pulling him back from the edge of insanity.

"Yo, you're looking for me?"

The feeling of being on the edge of insanity was really a torture to the nerves.

Sometimes, Mike really wanted to go completely crazy and not care about anything.

But he could not. He still had his own family.

He still wanted to find a girlfriend. He still wanted to experience a lot of wonderful life.

These feelings and desires supported him in his heart, always pulling him back from the edge of losing control.

His pupils trembled, and his rationality returned. Mike took a deep breath. Once, twice, three times. Finally, after the situation stabilized, he turned around and looked at the student behind him.

This was a very handsome boy. His facial features were three-dimensional and had a personality. It was hard to tell if he was a boy or a girl. He gave off a very mysterious feeling.

At this moment, the other party was sitting on the window sill in the corridor, leaning against the window and enjoying the scenery outside.

The temperament that the other party was exhibiting now was completely different from before.

It was as if the cowardly student who was scared by his appearance just now was an illusion.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the very mysterious man in front of him, one question after another kept coming out of Mike's mouth.

"Where is this place?"

"Why am I here?"

"Why me?"

"Where are the others?"

One question after another kept coming out of Mike's mouth. The mouth was like a machine gun, and the questions kept hitting the mysterious man's face like bullets.

The mysterious man raised his hands and quickly stopped the other party's behavior.

If this continued, there would be no way to work properly.

"Hey, hey, hey, you have so many questions. How am I supposed to answer them? One by one, okay!"

Interrupting Mike's question, the mysterious man took the initiative to talk and then began to control the pace.

"First, I'll answer your first question. Who Am I?"

The mysterious man came down from the window sill with one hand behind his back and the other pointing a finger at him.

"That's a good question. My situation is similar to yours. I'm just a poor man trapped here."

As he spoke, the mysterious man did an innocent expression.

However, Mike did not change his opinion of the mysterious man because of what he said.

From the looks of it, there was a fundamental difference between the two sides.

Mike was tortured to the point that he did not look like a human being because of this painful and terrifying experience.

"You don't look like you've been through many difficulties."

Mike looked at the mysterious man coldly.

Compared to him, the mysterious man in front of him was full of energy. There was nothing unusual about him. He did not look like he had been tortured at all.

"You mean like you?"

The mysterious man first pointed at himself, then at Mike. He seemed to find it funny.

Under Mike's frown, the mysterious man put down his hand and asked a question with a smile.

"Why are you so afraid? Don't you think it's exciting?"

This was exciting? How was that possible? Without thinking, Mike answered, "exciting? I only feel fear."

However, to Mike's surprise, the mysterious man did not deny Mike's point of view.

"Fear, I also feel very afraid, but I also enjoy it."

"Enjoy?"

Mike repeatedly checked the mysterious man's words to make sure that he did not hear wrongly.

He could not understand why someone would enjoy such a terrifying experience.

Mike stared straight at the mysterious man. At this moment, he suddenly believed that the man had the same experience as him.

The man might only look normal, but there must be something wrong with his mind.

At the thought of this, Mike could not help but feel proud of himself for being able to remain rational. Suddenly, a sense of superiority arose in his heart.

The mysterious man was still explaining his point of view.

"Yes, it is enjoyment. Don't you think so?"

He gestured with his hands as if he wanted to share his experiences and feelings with Mike.

"Try to treat all of this as if you're going to a haunted house. Why are you going to a haunted house?"

"I've never been to a haunted house."

Mike shook his head. He had indeed never been to a haunted house.

In response to his answer, the mysterious man gave him a look that said, "this person is really pitiful.".

This look made Mike furious.

Was it a shameful thing to not have been to a haunted house?

After all, there should be a lot of people in this world who had never been to a haunted house.

"That's true. You should be single now."

In a word, Mike's blood pressure rose. Did not going to a haunted house have anything to do with being single?

He did not have a girlfriend, but he also knew that not all couples would go to a haunted house, okay?

And was he really ugly right now? Okay, he did not look like a normal person, but how could you be so sure that I did not have a girlfriend?

Still, that did not mean that there were not girls out there who like my type.

Mike's breathing started to quicken, not because he suddenly felt uncomfortable, but simply because he was pissed off by a mysterious man.

He felt that his dignity as a man had been trampled on by the other party.

He was trying very hard to restrain himself now, to avoid losing himself completely because of his impulsiveness.

"Alright, in short, it's... It's just that I enjoy the feeling of a person's heart beating faster and adrenaline surging after fear."

The mysterious man gave a simple summary. After he finished speaking, he looked at Mike and could not help but ask, "don't you think this feels good?"

"Alright, alright. I have no interest in continuing to discuss this topic with you."

Mike's tone was filled with impatience. He was now like a volcano, on the verge of erupting.

"Alright."

The mysterious man did not care. He shut his mouth and waited for Mike's next question.

Mike placed his hands on his temples and tried his best to calm himself down.

Finally, Mike, who managed to manage his mood and expression, raised his head again and said to the mysterious man,

"I want to know why you are here. This is clearly in the dream and it's impossible to meet anyone else."