Chen Ge's supernatural phenomenon research club already had four members. They were Wang Yicheng, who had a handicap; Zhang Ju, who had a disfigured face; Zhou Tu, who was looking for the art club; and Zhu Long, who was impulsive and liked to fight.
Every member had a unique personality. If Chen Ge was really a teacher, then their club would be very interesting.
Unfortunately, that was not the case. Chen Ge wanted to get useful information from them, but he did not want to make use of these children.
As long as it was within his power, Chen Ge would help these students recall their lost memories and try to bring them with him when he left this place.
Crossing the plaza, the few members of the supernatural phenomenon research club gathered together.
They looked at each other, and a very rude term appeared in their minds. This club was like an orphanage; all the members were students that other clubs did not want.
"Mr. Bai, don't tell me that these are all the members of our club." Zhou Tu had wanted to join the art club, but he had somehow joined this club. He felt like he had been scammed.
The atmosphere was rather awkward. Wang Yicheng and Zhang Ju, who had physical defects, moved their eyes away and did not dare answer. Zhu Long, on the other hand, did not seem to mind. In fact, he was even more curious about this club.
"You're right, but I suggest you watch your tone. After some time, you'll realize how lucky you are to join this club." Chen Ge's voice was laced with pride. "Everyone in this club was personally invited by me. Everyone here is different from the rest. My club does not need normal people; only those who are extraordinary can join."
When Zhou Tu heard what Chen Ge said, he rolled his eyes. If not for the fact that he had already signed the application, he would have left immediately.
"I know you still don't believe me and doubt the purpose of our club's existence." Chen Ge's eyes scanned the few students. "I don't like to use words to convince others. After the club activity starts, I will use facts to show you the real world."
Chen Ge's expression was serious. He did not look like he was joking, and the few students quieted down.
"Before I let you see the real world, I want to ask you a question. What does the world look like in your eyes?" Chen Ge wanted to understand the past of these children and see if he could find any clues from their memories.
Wang Yicheng was the first to speak. He told them about his past. Next was Zhu Long, and then it was Zhang Ju's turn.
Before Zhang Ju entered high school, he was just a normal kid. He studied hard and got into a good university. His life had been planned out until the day the exam ended.
That night, he went to karaoke with his friends. The karaoke hall caught on fire, and Zhang Ju and his friends were trapped in the private room.
When he was rescued, his cheeks and scalp were burned, leaving behind hideous scars.
Zhang Ju stayed at home for two months, receiving counseling and treatment. In the end, he adjusted his mentality and chose to face himself again and report to the university.
This story was very inspiring, but Chen Ge heard some problems in it.
"Do you still remember what happened when you were hospitalized?" Theoretically speaking, this memory should be the deepest pain in Zhang Ju's heart, but when he told it, his expression did not change. It was like this was happening to someone else, and he was just a bystander.
Zhang Ju's story about his hospitalization was intermittent. Chen Ge could tell that the man was not purposely hiding it; he really could not remember it.
"Zhang Ju's accident happened during the holiday after the exam. When Wang Yicheng told his story, his memory of that holiday was very blurry, and it was the same for Zhu Long."
Chen Ge looked at the students before him, and he had a speculation in his heart. These students did not forget what happened during the last holiday, but they had died during that holiday.
The lingering spirit carried all the memories, be it the good or the bad, and they had all been preserved. That was why they remembered many things that had happened before but had forgotten about that holiday.
"Mr. Bai, are you not feeling well?" Zhou Tu was a smart person, and he knew how to read people's expressions. He noticed that Chen Ge did not look so good after listening to the students' story, so he quickly asked, "How about we call off today's club activity? You should go home and rest."
"I already know about their past. What about you?" Chen Ge's expression returned to normal.
"I'm very normal. Normally, I study, draw, eat, and sleep. I haven't even been in a relationship before, so there's really nothing to talk about." Zhou Tu shrugged. He felt like he was the most normal member of the club.
"Didn't you tell me that you've been having a recurring dream recently?"
"Do I have to tell you that too?" Zhou Tu obviously did not want to share his secret with so many people.
"I won't force you. If you think you can tell me, then tell me. It's fine if you can't."
"There's nothing that I can't tell you …" Zhou Tu still wanted to rely on Chen Ge to find the art club. From how he saw it, this strange supernatural study club was just a stepping stone. "I came to school early. Ever since I moved into the dormitory, I keep having the same dream every night. I dream that I'm sitting inside an art room that is covered in oil paintings. The atmosphere is very depressing. There are twelve other people sitting around me, and all of us are painting. "
"An art room? There are thirteen painters inside? " Chen Ge was instantly reminded of the scene that he had seen inside the night school's lab building. He realized that he had really found a treasure this time. The fact that Zhou Tu could dream about the things inside the art room meant that he had probably been there before. In fact, he might have even painted one of the paintings himself. However, due to some reason, he had forgotten about these things.
"Yes, the dream is getting clearer and clearer like I've experienced it myself, but I have no memory of it at all." Zhou Tu slowly lowered his head. "This is not a good feeling. Every morning when I wake up, I try to recreate this dream. I try to paint the things in the dream, but I can't find the materials to paint them. That's why I've been thinking about enrolling in the art club."
After listening to Zhou Tu, Chen Ge nodded. After a moment of silence, he said, "If I told you that I've seen the scene in your dream before, would you believe me?"
"You've seen it before?"
"Yes, it's at this school!" Chen Ge said with certainty. "If you really want to go, I can bring you there, but you have to promise me one thing."
"What thing?" Zhou Tu's voice changed. Only he knew how unbelievable the dream was.
"From now on, you have to listen to me. That's the prerequisite for me to bring you there."
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