"No. 4, before you start, I need to remind you."
The man sitting at the front of the table turned to look at Chen Ge. "The story that you tell here has to be real. We have our own way to verify it. If you are lying, then you will be punished accordingly."
"I understand the rules."
"Let's begin."
Chen Ge thought about it and prepared to tell his first story.
"This is a real incident that happened to my friend.
My friend's surname is Wang. He loved his wife very much, but his wife mysteriously disappeared a few months ago.
He called the police and searched the streets for his wife. He put up the missing person notices at every corner of the city.
Everyone felt sorry for him. After the investigation, the police found out that he loved his wife very much, almost to the point of spoiling her, so they understood why he did that.
But sympathy was sympathy. How could there be so many fairy tales in this world?
"After searching for half a year, there was still no news of his wife. The police had already given up and treated her as a missing person. Only he persisted in the search, and that seemed to be the only motivation for him to live.
"He left home very early in the morning with the missing person notices and only returned late at night.
"He repeated this for a long time until one day, his hard work paid off. He suddenly received a message from his wife.
"Save me …"
"It was sent from his wife's phone. There were only three words, but they filled him with unimaginable fear!
"He had a secret that he had never told anyone. Actually, he was the one who caused his wife's disappearance. He killed his wife and hid her away.
"He went out every day to search, exhausting himself to numb himself and lessen the guilt he felt toward his wife.
"But he did not expect his dead wife to really reply to his message.
"In a panic, he took out his wife from the old house's partition and buried her in a remote suburb."
"He thought that would be the end of the incident, but who knew something even scarier would happen.
"Whenever he woke up from his dream, his wife's clothes would appear beside his bed like his wife had been there that night!
"How could the person that he had personally buried come back?
"After he woke up, he took the tools and headed to the suburbs to send his wife to a place further away.
"But no matter what he did, every time he woke up, his wife's belongings would mysteriously appear."
"His wife seems to come back to life. She will run to his side after he falls asleep."
"He became more and more afraid. He kept receiving messages from his wife on his phone, but he had no memory of them at all. They were all sent to him after he fell asleep."
"The situation is getting more and more serious. Sometimes, when he wakes up in the morning, he would even find himself wearing the clothes that his wife was wearing when she died."
"He was about to collapse. He felt like the problem was with his wife. He drove to the place where she was buried and moved his wife for the last time."
"To prevent his wife from coming back to find him at night, he came up with a very crazy idea. He built his wife into the wall of an old house.
"Seeing his wife become one with the wall, he sighed in relief. He felt that his wife would not come looking for him again."
At this point, Chen Ge stopped abruptly. "My story is over."
"Over?" The people around the table were engrossed in the story. "What happened after that? What happened to your friend? "
Chen Ge was telling Wang Qi's story. He wanted to say that his' friend 'ran into him and was now at the police station.
"You haven't finished the story, have you?" The first man on the left was getting agitated.
"That's all I know. If I continue, I'll just be making things up." Chen Ge changed his voice, and it sounded like he had been through a lot.
The story stopped halfway. The first man on the left exchanged a look with the others, and they all turned to the fifth man on the left.
The man was covered in a black robe, and not a single inch of skin was exposed. He was very mysterious.
Sensing the others' gaze, the fifth man on the left said lightly, "I can't see through him, but his story should be real."
"It's a good story, but I don't like this feeling." The first man on the left placed his left hand on the table. This seemed to be how they voted.
Of the remaining nine, eight placed their left hands on the table. Only the man who liked Chen Ge's mask did not say anything.
"One abstention, nine yes. Looks like the main course for tonight has been decided." The man on the left chuckled darkly, and the others looked at Chen Ge with malicious intent.
Chen Ge called for Zhang Ya in his heart, but there was still no reply. He had a feeling that if he did not do something soon, something bad would happen.
"Don't worry, this is just my first story." Chen Ge was very calm, and the mask on his face twisted into an ugly smile. "I told you, I have many more stories."
The three new members sighed in relief, but when they heard him say that, they tensed up again.
"Many stories?" The man who liked his mask studied Chen Ge. "The rule of the Society of Strange Tales is that after you tell three real ghost stories that everyone agrees with, you can make a request or choose to leave. If you can tell us two more real ghost stories, perhaps we'll have a new opinion of you. "
The others agreed with him, but the first man on the right hesitated. "No. 10, you seem to value this new member a lot."
"I just think he's very interesting."
The black-robed men on both sides of the table seemed to have their own numbers. They never called each other by name, not even by name.
"It's not that easy to tell a real ghost story. A normal person would have broken down after experiencing it once or twice." The first man on the left pulled back his left hand. "Hopefully, he's not stupid enough to make it up."
Chen Ge did not interrupt the conversation of the few men in black robes. He was trying to buy time.
"Tell me your other story."
"My second story is still a real story that happened to my friend."
Chen Ge first told the story of the boy, Fan Yu, who saw his parents fall into the well and lived with the murderer's aunt and a house full of ghosts.
Then he told the story of the Pen Spirit and the depressed girl.
He realized that Zhang Ya still had not woken up. To buy time, he told the story of Meng Nan's second persona, who dreamed of him washing his hair at night and the monster slowly approaching.
Finally, he stood from Xu Yin's perspective and told the story of a girl who he loved deeply and was tortured.
The few stories were completely true. After he finished telling them, all the members of the association who were present stopped talking.
What kind of life experience was that?
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