Chen Ge felt the treatment plan on the picture was very familiar. When I first received the invitation to join the Society of Strange Tales, one of the members told me about this. All the pictures on the wall are of the victims killed by the Society of Strange Tales?
The room was filled with pictures, and most of them were taken after the victims' death. The pictures recorded the scene of their death.
The Society of Strange Tales, the victims, the underground morgue, the central hub made up of dead bodies …
A string of clues connected in Chen Ge's mind. His eyes widened, and he was shocked by the mastermind's wealth.
The owner of the underground morgue is the chairperson of the Society of Strange Tales! He needed a large number of dead bodies, so he went to help the madmen in the Third Sick Hall. He used an even crazier method to treat them, turning them into his helpers. When the ghost stories were created and the members were healed one by one, he transported all the people who died in the ghost stories here to build his own kingdom of corpses! "
The Third Sick Hall had been abandoned five or six years ago, and it was around that time that the old director had disappeared behind the door.
In terms of time, the Society of Strange Tales had been active in the shadows of this city for as long as six years. They had never clashed with the police but used a strange and undetectable method to leave many ghost stories in this city.
Chen Ge pulled down another picture from the wall. The victim was a woman who looked to be in her twenties with a hot body. There were a few sentences written under her picture.
"Wednesday, Patient 107.
"Diagnosis result: Anorexia and depression.
"Treatment plan: Decreased estrogen and thyroid hormone secretion and increased corticosteroid secretion. Patient 107 has suffered from both physical and mental stress. Investigation found out that she has been mocked and fooled by her 'best friend' since she was young because of her body. Suggest to prepare a special appetizer for the patient, and the ingredient will be her best friend.
"Follow-Up feedback: Patient 107's anorexia has been successfully cured, and her depression has been slightly alleviated. However, she is suspected to have a new mental illness. The illness is that she will cook everything she likes.
"Treatment plan: Pending. Suggest to rerecruit her as a member of the society for a second treatment."
The second picture described the illness and treatment plan, and it reminded Chen Ge of the radio host who had come to the Society of Strange Tales with him — Lychee.
The host's story on Wednesday night was related to cooking and swallowing.
"The treatment of the Society of Strange Tales is indeed unreliable. They are not curing the patients but creating demons to force the living into the abyss."
Lychee was a good example. She had started from anorexia, but she had slowly turned into a monster.
Standing in the room and looking at the pictures on the wall, Chen Ge realized that the craziest person was the chairperson of the Society of Strange Tales.
After doing so many crazy things, he was still able to maintain his calmness and rationality to write a new treatment plan. This man's world was different from a normal person.
"More than half of Jiujiang's missing people are probably here."
Every picture represented a victim, but most of the victims had only themselves to blame, like the middle-aged man who pushed the child into the sink or Lychee's childhood 'best friend'.
All deaths had a reason, and they had a reason to be killed. However, this reason was not relative to the law but relative to the patients themselves.
Their survival was a curse for the patients. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, that was the most direct and violent method of treatment.
At the beginning, the Society of Strange Tales was probably a support group for the mentally ill, but as time went on, everything changed.
The crazy were not cured, and their twisted worldview was slowly accepted. They immersed themselves in the darkness, believing that they were the real normal people.
Rational lunatics with their own knowledge were the scariest, and the Society of Strange Tales was formed by such lunatics.
Chen Ge's eyes scanned the pictures. It was as if he could see the past of pain and struggle, a completely different world.
After the white cat entered the room, it ran to the left wall and meowed at Chen Ge.
Knowing that the white cat had found something, Chen Ge placed his palm on the wall that was covered in pictures. He searched for a long time before he found a hidden doorknob.
Holding the doorknob, Chen Ge pushed it lightly and entered the third room.
If the room outside was like an exhibition room, then the room inside should be the chairperson's personal work area.
The two tables were next to each other, and they were filled with various documents and books. Everything was organized neatly.
The clean and tidy environment would make one forget that they were in an underground morgue for a moment.
Flipping through the information and notes, the chairperson's handwriting was beautiful, but reading it sent chills down Chen Ge's spine. There were many different ghost stories, and behind each of them, there was a human life.
"These should be all the crimes that the Society of Strange Tales has committed in the past five or six years."
Before Chen Ge could take a closer look, the white cat made another noise. It stopped before the bookshelf and started to turn around.
"There's another door?"
Chen Ge walked over to move the bookshelf away. As he expected, there was another door behind the bookshelf.
He pushed the door open, and this time, the white cat did not go in. Instead, it meowed at the door like it was trying to tell Chen Ge something.
Seeing the strange reaction from the white cat, Chen Ge did not rush in. He stood at the door and looked into the room.
There was a double bed in the innermost room, and there were several pictures pasted on the wall opposite the bed.
The first picture was taken a long time ago. There were three young children in the picture.
The girl looked innocent and cute. She stood between two boys, trying to stop the two boys who were arguing with a helpless expression.
The second picture was taken in winter. The three children, who had grown slightly, were standing under a building.
The girl looked at the burning building and tried to rush into the building, but she was stopped by the two boys and the adults around her.
The third picture was much clearer. The three children had grown up, and the girl had become prettier. She was sitting between the other two boys with a textbook in her hand.
One of the boys was chatting with the girl, and the other, who was more expressionless, moved further away. He turned his head to look at the cup on the table.
The picture was taken from the side, and one could see the girl's shadow reflected in the boy's cup.
The fourth picture was a wedding picture. The expressionless boy had disappeared, and there were only two people left in the picture.
The last picture was hanging next to the wedding picture. There was only the girl in the frame. It was a black and white picture.
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