Chapter 996: Chapter 25 Volume 3 Video Tape

Following Shimura Tetsuya, the unease in Sato Xin’s heart gradually vanished as they reached the school’s club activity building.

Not only because there were more people around, but also because Sato noticed that Shimura Tetsuya seemed… even more scared than him!

That’s right!

His face was pale!

His body trembled from time to time!

Whenever he saw anyone, he wanted to dodge!

Such a person…

Could he really be a murderer?

Sato began to doubt his previous judgment.

Then, he thought of the detectives who had investigated without results.

Given Shimura Tetsuya’s current behavior, those detectives couldn’t have failed to find something, which means, most likely Shimura Tetsuya wasn’t the murderer.

Then, who could the murderer be?

Sato frowned in thought, walking non-stop.

Soon, the two arrived at the ‘Summer Seminar (Ghost Stories)’ classroom.

The classroom was on the basement level.

Originally, it should have been a storage room for miscellaneous items and sports equipment, but at some point, it had been vacated to become the ‘Summer Seminar (Ghost Stories)’ classroom.

Sato looked at the ‘Summer Seminar (Ghost Stories)’ sign printed on an A4 paper, then glanced at the long, empty corridor, and couldn’t help but ask, “Is the ‘Summer Seminar (Ghost Stories)’ the only club here?”

“No.”

Shimura Tetsuya shook his head, then hesitated before continuing, “Originally, there were also clubs like ‘Horror Story Society’, ‘Urban Legends Society’, ‘Alien Discussion Group’, ‘Country Story Society’, and others. At the peak, there were over 200 members combined. But because of what happened before, everyone is basically in a dormant state.”

“Are those the people who unfortunately died?”

Sato pressed.

“Yes.”

Shimura Tetsuya nodded, then pointed to the club’s door.

“You go in, there are three video tapes inside.”

“You need to watch them all.”

“The TV and video player are both in good condition and powered.”

Shimura Tetsuya said.

“Is this the test?”

Sato asked.

“Yes.”

“Remember, you must watch them completely.”

“Then, tell me everything.”

Shimura Tetsuya instructed.

Sato frowned slightly and ultimately nodded in agreement.

Unlike his brother who enjoyed ghost stories, Sato didn’t like them. Not because of fear, but because, in Sato’s view, these so-called ‘ghost stories’ and ‘urban legends’ were all nonsensical.

“Alright.”

After nodding, Sato opened the door and walked in.

The activity classroom was powered.

Sato turned on the switch, and it immediately became bright.

The room looked just like any other activity classroom, without any scary posters, sculptures, or puppets that Sato had imagined.

The entire activity room contained a large table, seven or eight chairs, a television, a video player on one side of the table, and three neatly arranged videotapes on the table.

Of course, the videotapes in the activity room were not limited to these.

In a glass-doored cabinet on the side, the tapes were neatly arranged.

The labels on the side of these tapes, which were originally white, had all been torn off.

The tearing seemed to have been done in haste, leaving adhesive residue and remnants of the white labels.

Sato glanced at the cabinet and stopped paying attention to it.

Shimura Tetsuya’s test was the three videotapes next to the TV.

Without any selection, Sato directly picked up the first videotape.

In the sound of the electricity, the TV and video player began to operate.

After a moment, the screen came on–

“The filming starts now, I’m Sato.”

The first person to appear on the screen was Sato’s brother.

Watching his brother sitting in front of the TV, Sato immediately got excited, unconsciously about to shout out, but ultimately he restrained himself.

The video continued.

“This is Sakurako, this is Saiko, this is Fujiwara.”

The camera panned, and the remaining three people appeared in the frame.

Sato knew all three.

Sakurako, a sweet-looking girl, was the one his brother liked, and the reason why his brother joined the so-called ‘Summer Seminar (Ghost Stories)’.

Saiko, a girl with a round face and black-framed glasses, very lively, had visited his home before.

The last, Fujiwara, was a tall, robust young man, very reliable-looking, a good friend of his brother, and had also been a guest at their home.

Of course, most importantly, all three were dead.

No!

Four people.

Including his brother, all had died consecutively.

The cause of death was myocardial infarction.

What exactly happened?

Sato thought, his eyes wide open as he stared at the screen.

“This time, our exploration is about the urban legend of the ‘Disappearing Tunnel’!”

“Rumors say that anyone passing through Tunnel 22 at midnight will disappear!”

“Now, let’s set out!”

Holding the camera toward himself, Sato’s brother showed a smile, then the four of them got into the car one after another.

Fujiwara was driving.

Sato’s brother, holding a tape recorder camera, sat in the passenger seat.

Sakurako and Saiko sat in the back.

“Nice car!”

Saiko exclaimed as she got in.

“Of course, it’s used for delivering tofu in my family.”

Fujiwara said laughing.

Saiko liked Fujiwara, his brother had mentioned this.

Fujiwara also liked Saiko, but it seemed both were a bit shy and hadn’t made it clear.

“Sato, what’s the urban legend about this tunnel?”

Sakurako asked.

“It started about three years ago. At that time, a somewhat famous TV star was filming a location shoot here, and then, mysteriously disappeared from the camera–slowly, bit by bit, without the person even realizing.”