I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

Mike did not quite understand what the mysterious man was talking about.

"What do you mean?"

"You really have no imagination. Do you usually watch sci-fi movies?"

Mike Thought for a moment and shook his head. He was not interested in sci-fi.

"No, what does it have to do with this?"

"Of course there is. In the world of sci-fi, there is such an illusion of the future. It is the brain in a vat, which stores the human brain in a container.

In this state, the person is still alive, because the brain still has the consciousness of the person, and it is still alive.

In this case, the person needs to rely on equipment for all life support. In this person's consciousness, he is not living in the equipment, but in the real world."

What the mysterious person said was a classic science fiction theme, and this theme, which originated from the illusion of the future, could be seen with the continuous development of technology, there was already hope to realize it.

It was believed that in another few decades, or even one or two hundred years, this kind of technology might really be able to be realized.

Although it was a classic theme that had appeared in many sci-fi novels or movies, it was quite novel to outsiders like Mike.

"How did he do it?"

Unknowingly, the topic changed again. Although there was a reason behind the mysterious man's introduction this time, the person who actually changed the topic was Mike himself.

"Using a supercomputer to release false information to the brain and create virtual reality. As a boy, you should have heard this before, right? The same situation seems to have been experimented on now.

However, that is to insert a tube into the spinal cord to connect the brain nerves, but some of the principles are still the same.

In short, the scenes that you are seeing now that are so real are actually just computer simulations."

With the mysterious man's explanation, Mike had a rough idea of what the man meant by 'brain in a vat'.

How should he put it? If all of this was real, it was indeed hard to accept.

"... then can all of this still be considered real?"

"That depends on you. I enjoy it. Even if it's fake, the feeling it gives me is real. Then I'll just treat it as real."

The mysterious man's free and easy-going nature was something Mike could not imagine.

This was also a very normal thing. People could not understand each other.

Looking at Mike, who was constantly thinking about whether the world was real or not, the mysterious man smiled slightly.

"Speaking of which, it seems to be coming."

The mysterious man's words were very light. Mike did not hear what he was saying clearly.

"What?"Mike raised his head in confusion and looked at the mysterious man. He asked in puzzlement, "did you say something just now?"

At this moment, the entire corridor underwent a terrifying change. All kinds of stains began to appear on the walls and floors of the corridor. At the same time, a particularly unpleasant and pungent smell was transmitted to Flanders's nose.

The sudden change made Mike Panic. He cried out in fear, venting the anger in his heart:

"What is all this?!"

What made his scalp tingle the most was the shape of these stains, which looked like footprints and handprints. It looked as if there were many people walking around.

The sunlight outside the window dimmed at this moment. Sensing the changes outside the window, Mike quickly turned his head to look.

He saw the sun disappear in an instant. It became pitch black outside the window, and it was still getting darker.

The color of the world outside the window was disappearing. When the familiar pitch black covered the glass again, Mike trembled and retreated frantically.

He retreated all the way to the wall.

"I must be dreaming, right?"

Beside him, the mysterious man who was enjoying Mike's reaction smiled slightly. Compared to Mike's fear, he seemed to be at ease. He did not feel uncomfortable walking on these stains at all.

"I don't know if you're dreaming or not. I only know that if you don't start running, you'll be killed. Whether it's in this world or the real world, you won't be there."

"You mean... I'll die?"

In an instant, Mike understood something and stared at the mysterious man.

"Isn't this a dream?"

"I told you, this can be a dream or it can be real."

"I'm leaving first."

"Wait for me!"

Mike reached out his hand to stop the mysterious man, but at this moment, an arm suddenly stretched out from the wall behind him. The arm was wrapped in black hair and looked very terrifying.

"Ahhhh--"

Looking at his arm that was grabbed, Mike let out a sharp and ear-piercing voice that was as sharp as a woman's.

The mysterious man waved his hand at Mike and said a simple goodbye.

"I wish you good luck. If you can't survive here, you won't be able to become my classmate."

Hearing this, how could Mike not know that the other party had never been a madman, but just a normal person.

The only difference between the other party and him was the difference in information.

The other party held many secrets that he did not know.

"You really know something."

Mike used a very certain tone when he asked this question. It could be seen that Mike was not a fool.

The mysterious person also knew this. He smiled slightly. There was a hint of strangeness in his smile, and his tone was filled with anticipation.

"If you want to know, then do your best to survive. I hope I can see you again in the future."

As he spoke, under Mike's desperate gaze, the mysterious man's figure disappeared into the darkness. Only Mike was left struggling in the terrifying corridor.

"Damn it!"

...

"I hope you will like the entrance ceremony I prepared for you."

The mysterious man who had disappeared reappeared. He stood in the golden paddy field and looked at the situation inside the school.

At this moment, there was at least one student on each floor, running in the corridor with a terrified expression.

"Hehe, as the first batch of students in this school, I have high hopes for all of you. Hahahaha."

The mysterious man's laughter became more and more abandoned, and his voice also changed at this moment.

Disguise removed.

The flesh and blood began to melt and disappear like snow, and the truth hidden under the flesh and blood were all exposed at this moment.

The mysterious man disappeared and was replaced by a scarecrow.

From the beginning, there was no mysterious man, only the scarecrow, Flanders.

Flanders made similar attempts on each subject, and it has to be said that the reactions of these people were really interesting.

Flanders was also quite satisfied with the fear they exuded.

Now, he just had to wait, wait for the transformation of these people.

Go beyond the limit and meet the greater fear.