Ke Xue: Shinichi and I are childhood friends.

Chapter 1289 Extra - Roller Coaster

Yuya carried two cups of iced cola and returned to Shiho Miyano, who was in line.

Today she was wearing round-framed glasses without prescription, her long brown hair was tied in a high ponytail, she was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts, and a pair of casual sneakers with a bit of white cotton sock showing. She was holding a travel guide in her hand and her brows were slightly furrowed.

Noticing Yuya's return, she glanced up at him, then continued reading the manual, saying, "For the next activity, I checked the waiting time..."

"How long?" Yuya drank one cup himself and pressed the other cup against Shiho Miyano's cheek.

She gasped, snatched the iced cola from the cold glass, rolled her eyes cutely, and scolded, "Childish!"

After cursing, he took a deep breath and then bit the straw so hard that it bent. Chao You raised his eyebrows in a provocative manner.

Yuya pretended not to understand what she meant and looked at his phone: "The internet says that the haunted house in this amusement park is very scary, and there aren't many people in line, so we shouldn't have to wait too long."

Shiho Miyano gave a curt "Oh," and turned to look at the room: "It's our turn."

The two followed the line forward to their seats—right in the second row—when the safety lever clicked shut.

Shiho Miyano sat on the right, her hands not gripping the handles, but resting upright on her knees, her eyes fixed on the track ahead.

Yu also turned his head to look at her and asked, "First time?"

"···no."

"Scared?"

"How can it be."

Yu glanced at her hands: "Then why are you sitting so upright?"

Shiho Miyano glanced at him sideways: "You're so annoying!"

She glanced down at him, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Your palms are sweaty."

Yuya subconsciously looked down, only to find that her palms were not sweaty at all.

Shiho Miyano laughed, and Yu, realizing he'd been tricked, glared at her.

Just as I was about to say something, the roller coaster started moving, slowly climbing uphill, getting slower and slower as it went up, like someone constipated.

The sound of gears meshing was like tuning an old-fashioned radio, somewhat jarring, making one's heart race.

Yu couldn't help but wonder if the amusement park was deliberately not adding enough lubricant to the wheels to make visitors more nervous.

I don't know how much time passed, but we finally reached the top.

Yuya couldn't help but turn his head to look at Shiho Miyano. The latter's eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her hands on her knees were clenched into small fists due to nervousness.

Yuya was just about to say something to tease her.

The car suddenly plummeted downwards.

Yuya instinctively opened his mouth to scream, but the wind rushed into his mouth, forcibly suppressing his voice.

Suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his right hand, Yuu squinted and looked down, only to find that Shiho Miyano was gripping his right hand tightly. The grip was quite strong, and Yuu felt as if her fingernails were digging into his flesh.

You didn't move, letting her hold it, secretly laughing to herself.

The roller coaster spun and jumped on the track, spiraling upwards until the last car came to a stop, at which point Shiho Miyano slowly let go of her hand.

Yu also said, "You're holding on too tightly."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, revealing several clearly visible nail marks.

Shiho Miyano glanced at it and said indifferently, "You didn't break free."

I thought you were scared.

"I thought you were scared out of your wits."

Yu laughed, but Shiho Miyano didn't, though her ears were already bright red.

As I was leaving, a staff member handed me a commemorative photo.

In the photo, Yuya is screaming silently with his mouth agape, while Shiho Miyano's eyes are wide open, like a frightened cat.

Shiho Miyano, embarrassed and annoyed: "Throw it away!"

Yu refused and stuffed the photo into her pocket: "I won't throw it away. It's rare to see you so out of control, so I have to keep it as a souvenir."

Shiho Miyano was furious; she should have known better than to ride the roller coaster.

I initially thought it was no big deal, but once I got on the bus, I realized things weren't so simple.

As a species that lives on land, it feels extremely insecure in the weightlessness of high altitudes, and even if she is usually aloof, she will not be able to control her composure.

That's fine, it's only human nature.

Unexpectedly, the amusement park offered a commemorative photo service. To make matters worse, Yu also snatched the photo and "treasured" it!

"Throw it away!"

"I do not!"

The two chased each other and unknowingly arrived at the entrance of the haunted house.

Sure enough, there was no one in line.

The sign read "Dead Train, Horror Chamber, Sevenfold Reincarnation," and it certainly looked terrifying, but Yuya found it a bit too flashy—because the most terrifying things are often the most simple and unadorned.

Too many embellishments actually make it less interesting.

But come all come.

Yu turned her head and saw a staff member in a tattered suit and a skull mask squatting at the entrance, holding a fluorescent sign that read: "No entry for the faint of heart; couples get a 20% discount."

There were also discounts. Yu raised an eyebrow and pulled Shiho Miyano forward.

“Two people,” he pointed to the sign, “is there a discount?”

The staff looked them up and down: "A couple?"

“Yes.” Yuya nodded.

The staff member nodded, looked down, rummaged behind the fluorescent sign a couple of times, took out a card with the number 8 written on it, and handed it over, instructing, "After you go in, don't look back, don't touch the wall, and don't shout for help."

"Oh," Yuya replied casually.

These kinds of words are mostly just polite formalities. If someone is really scared, who can care about anything else? No matter how many instructions you give, it won't help.

There's no point in giving advice to someone who won't be scared.

The two stepped into the house.

Upon entering, there is a corridor with two dim, old light bulbs flickering erratically overhead.

The air carried a faint smell of rust, mixed with the musty odor of damp wooden planks.

In the distance came the sound of chains being dragged, and the intermittent, low sobs of a woman, as if seeping from the walls.

Shiho Miyano looked around and said in a flat tone, "Interesting."

Yu also turned his head. Aren't you scared? He looked down at his palm again. His soft, boneless, cool little hand was already sweating—he almost believed it.

"Let's go." Yuya's lips curled slightly as he pulled Shiho Miyano forward.

The latter followed reluctantly, somewhat awkwardly, glancing to the side every now and then as if something might suddenly appear there.

Nothing happened along the way. Just as Shiho Miyano was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a hand suddenly reached out from the wall at the corner and gently pressed on Shiho Miyano's shoulder.

"Eek!" Shiho Miyano let out a sound, then froze on the spot, her eyes wide open.

Yuya, who was walking forward, felt someone pull him back. He turned around and stared in astonishment, his mouth agape: "Mio, you..."

Shiho Miyano glanced at him indifferently, pulled her hand out of Yuya's palm, raised it, calmly slapped away the hand that was pressing on her shoulder, and then said to Yuya, "Let's keep going."

"Oh." Yuya nodded blankly, and just as he was about to say something, he saw Shiho Miyano stiffly move her feet and walk forward with her hands and feet moving in unison.

"Pfft!" You couldn't help but let out a little sound from her tightly pursed lips.

Shiho Miyano turned around and glared at him, annoyed.

Yuya burst out laughing.