It's already 2 am, so there's still time.
Chen Ge took out his phone to look through the messages. He was thinking about how to complete the mission at the underground morgue.
The passenger had to rush to the abandoned school in the middle of the night, and the driver was under a lot of pressure. He wiped away his sweat and observed Chen Ge silently through the rear-view mirror.
Being stared at like this made Chen Ge feel uncomfortable. He suspected that if this continued, he would soon be blacklisted by Jiujiang's taxi company.
Looks like I should consider buying a car, but I don't have a driver's license. Oh well, I'll think about it after I find a Specter who knows how to drive.
The truck driver from Eastern Jiujiang flashed across Chen Ge's mind, and he seemed like a suitable candidate.
After completing the underground morgue mission, I'll go to Eastern Jiujiang to take a look. If the truck driver agrees to join the Haunted House, I won't even need to buy a car.
A smile appeared on his face, and Chen Ge felt like he had discovered another employee with great potential.
At 2: 40 am, Chen Ge arrived at the edge of Mu Yang High School. He crawled into the bushes, and it did not take long before he saw the school that was hidden in the dark.
This place is just a two-star scenario, but how come it feels scarier than the Third Sick Hall?
Chen Ge pulled open the zipper of his backpack. He was there to ask for the old headmaster's help. He did not want to be too scary, but without the hammer, he would not feel at ease.
Holding the handle of the hammer, Chen Ge activated the recorder and entered the abandoned school.
The old headmaster appeared in the last classroom before this.
The murderer of the Hidden Corpse in the Well Case had been caught, and after the police left, no one had come to this place for a long time.
The field was overgrown with weeds, and Mu Yang High School returned to its original state.
Walking down the burnt corridor, Chen Ge entered the education block. He pushed open the door of the last classroom and looked in.
Rows of tables were arranged neatly, and just like the first time he was there, Chen Ge sat in the middle of the classroom.
Strange characters were written on the blackboard, and many strange requests were carved on the table. The window swayed slowly, and the night breeze blew into the room through the broken glass.
It was the same scene, but the problem in Chen Ge's mind was completely different from the last time.
"Where can the old headmaster hide?"
Chen Ge had no ill intentions towards the old headmaster. He just wanted him to reunite with the students.
After some thought, Chen Ge took out a ballpoint pen from his backpack.
He sat in the middle of the classroom and started playing the Pen Spirit game.
"Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, you are my previous life, and I am your current life. Can you tell me where the first headmaster of Mu Yang High School has gone to?"
A ballpoint pen covered in Scotch tape stood on the table and hesitantly wrote, "Office."
Seeing these three words, Chen Ge nodded lightly. He felt like the Pen Spirit had developed a sense of belonging to the Haunted House, a sense of honor, and that comforted him.
Standing up and leaving the last classroom, Chen Ge snuck into the office building. He checked every room and finally found the headmaster's office at the end of the corridor.
To leave a good impression on the old headmaster, Chen Ge knocked on the door five times. After ensuring that there was no answer, he used the hammer to break the lock.
Barging in, Chen Ge realized that the room was empty.
"Mu Yang High School was built by the old headmaster, so he shouldn't have left this place."
Perhaps the time was not right, or the old headmaster had other concerns, so he did not show up.
"The headmaster was a good man when he was alive. After his death, he probably returned to Mu Yang High School because he was worried about the twenty students. Now that I'm taking care of the students, could he have let go of his obsession and disappeared?"
Chen Ge thought about it, and that was not entirely impossible.
Closing the door, Chen Ge walked into the room.
The headmaster's office was simple. Other than the desk, chair, and a bookshelf, there was nothing else.
"There has to be a reason why the Pen Spirit told me to come here. Could it be that the old headmaster knew that I wouldn't let him go? Or did he know that I was coming? "
The image of the fat old man appeared in Chen Ge's mind, and he was unsure.
He walked to the desk and pulled out a few drawers. He counted from top to bottom, and the first drawer held a few certificates from city-level competitions.
Mu Yang High School's teachers were weak, and the students' results were not good. Normally, they would be at the bottom of the city-level competitions, so they did not have many certificates. However, every single one of them had been carefully preserved by the old headmaster.
"The old headmaster really wants to run this school well. Unfortunately, it's not enough with his strength alone."
Chen Ge opened the second drawer, and it was filled with thank-you notes. Most of them were written by the students, thanking the public for their donations.
"I can't believe he kept these things."
After flipping through them for a long time, Chen Ge did not find anything useful, so he pulled out the last drawer.
Inside was a pair of reading glasses and several thick accounting books.
"Donation statistics?"
Chen Ge flipped through the books, and when he saw the name on the first row, he was stunned.
"Jiujiang Psychological Research Center's Doctor Gao?"
To confirm that this Doctor Gao was the person he knew, Chen Ge had done some online research.
"Yes, this person is Ru Xue's father."
Flipping through the books, Doctor Gao's name was at the top of the list of donors, and this changed Chen Ge's view of Doctor Gao.
There were also donations from several corporations at the back of the books. Every time they donated, they would make a big deal out of it. There would be media coverage, and they would want the whole world to know about it, but the actual amount of money they donated was less than Doctor Gao's.
Donating to the school silently without making it public, Doctor Gao appeared to be doing this purely out of charity.
"Could someone like this be the chairperson of the Society of Strange Tales?"
Chen Ge stood beside the table. If Doctor Gao was really the chairperson of the Society of Strange Tales, then he would be the most complicated person Chen Ge had ever met.
"On one hand, he's donating to the school and saving the patients, but on the other hand, he's murdering the ghosts behind the door. What is he trying to do?"
No one could guess Doctor Gao's thoughts. The best psychologist in Jiujiang seemed to have buried his heart deep within his heart.
At the end of the book were Doctor Gao's handwritten replies to the children, and they had all been preserved by the old headmaster.
Chen Ge slowly flipped to the end, and at the bottom of the book, he saw a picture that was stuck in the middle of the book.
The person was blurry, but one could tell that the person in the picture was Doctor Gao.
He was standing with another young man, surrounded by a group of children, and standing not far away from them was a shy woman.
The woman's face was blurry, but from her physique, she looked similar to the strange woman that Chen Ge had met at Jiujiang Medical University.
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