The room was so quiet that even the two who loved to comment on other people's stories shut their mouths.
The atmosphere at the table was weird. The ten black robes looked at each other like they were communicating with their eyes.
"If that's not enough, I have other stories." Chen Ge was trying to buy time for Zhang Ya. He was not interested in the other members. He only had one goal that day, and that was to capture the person who looked like Zhu Xiu.
"You have other stories to tell?"
The members at the table became even more silent. The man on the right scratched his head and turned to the fifth person on the left. "No. 5, is this new member's story all real?"
The others also turned to the most mysterious No. 5.
The black robe moved slightly, and No. 5's neutral voice came from under the mask. "I can't see any signs of lying from him."
The five ghost stories were all real experiences. What kind of 'exciting' life was that?
"Looks like we'll have to reevaluate." The man on the left moved his eyes to the other three new members. "Your stories are interesting as well, but unfortunately, we can only keep three of you."
He placed his left hand on the table and raised one finger. The second round of voting had begun.
The others soon made their choice, and six of them raised one finger.
"More than half of the votes have been cast." The man on the left turned to No. 1. "I'm sorry, No. 1. You can leave now."
"Leave?"
No. 1 panicked. He wanted to say something, but he was stopped by the man on the left. "You'll have another chance next Wednesday."
The suspicious No. 1 was ushered out of the room. The man in the bird mask had been waiting for a long time. When he realized it was not Chen Ge, he was surprised.
"Follow me." The man led No. 1 away and closed the door.
When the anti-theft door closed, the first man on the left said the second half of the sentence, "That is, if you can survive until next Wednesday."
Just as he finished, a scream came from the corridor, and then there was the sound of something falling.
No. 2's legs were shaking. Four people had chosen him. If there had been two more votes, he would have been the one walking out now.
"Don't be afraid, the new member is just in a different form." The voice of the person on the left softened. "Welcome to the ghost stories society. Your numbers are eleven, twelve, and thirteen."
Chen Ge was the last to arrive. His number was 13.
The color of blood in the shadow behind him became more and more obvious. Chen Ge, who had survived a crisis, slowly relaxed.
The Society of Strange Tales was the Third Sick Hall's hidden mission, and it might be related to the world behind the door. The reward for this mission might be Meng Nan's main persona, a Red Specter who could control the 'door'.
"I have a question." The woman's number was twelve. Her emotions did not fluctuate too much. "The flyer says that I can find a way to relieve my pain here. What should I do to relieve my pain?"
"Don't worry, everyone here was once in pain. Everyone is a patient, and the Society of Strange Tales was established to alleviate everyone's pain and complete salvation. " The man on the right turned to look at the girl in the middle. "After you've told your three real ghost stories, we will help you based on your situation."
Chen Ge listened quietly. He had thought that the Society of Strange Tales was just a group of madmen playing with themselves, but they had found a deeper meaning for the society.
"How can a real ghost story happen so easily?" When the woman said that, she glanced at Chen Ge with some caution.
"Ghost stories have always existed, but you just haven't encountered them," the man continued. The man continued, "Every word on the flyer is true. In fact, many members have been redeemed here. There was once a member who was abused by her adoptive father when she was young. She was often whipped and forced into the water, which caused her to be particularly afraid of water. Later, with our treatment, her illness was finally cured, and she no longer suffered from her fear of water. "
"How did you cure her?"
"Very simple. We soaked her adoptive father in water and had her personally destroy her fear."
"That's it?"
"It's that simple. Every one of us is a patient, but we have different causes and conditions, so when the time comes, we will tailor a solution for you." The voice of the man on the right sounded calm and confident. The face under the mask must be very mature.
"The conditions are the same. As long as you can tell us three real ghost stories, you can make one request from us, or you can choose to leave." The man laughed and said, in what he thought was a joke, "A real departure."
"Three ghost stories, huh?"
The woman lowered her head to think. Chen Ge listened to their conversation, and the more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong.
What kind of treatment is this? This is murder!
Only a lunatic could come up with such a crazy treatment method.
Chen Ge's eyes scanned the people around the table. The patients who escaped from the Third Sick Hall were probably among them!
The devil from Room 10 and Wu Fei from Room 9 were probably the founders of the Society of Strange Tales.
They were patients themselves, and the pain they had suffered in Room 10 was written all over it. No one could understand that feeling better than them.
The pain that medicine could not cure, they would treat it themselves, using the method of a madman to save the madman.
"Every new member can ask a question." The man turned to No. 2 and Chen Ge. "Which one of you wants to go first?"
"I've run into some trouble recently, and I'm being hunted."
After Number Two said this, he raised his head and glanced at the crowd. No one had any reaction, as if this was something that they were used to.
"I've roughly guessed your problem. You're another person who has no other way out." The man on the left leaned against the back of the chair. "We won't help you solve your problem, and we don't have that ability, but the society can take you in, perhaps forever."
Rookie number two nodded, seemingly a little disappointed.
Everyone's eyes turned back to Chen Ge. "What's your question?"
"My question is simple." Chen Ge felt the chill on his back. He did not expect the combination of the monster behind the door and the patients from the Third Sick Hall would create something like this.
After thinking about it for a long time, he said directly, "I want to know who the chairperson is."
"The chairperson?"
The black robes on both sides of the table were silent again. They looked at each other, and it was the first man on the left who spoke. "Let's change the question."
"You can't say?" The more the man refused to say, the more curious Chen Ge became.
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