My House of Horrors

The house was extremely quiet and the two people who liked to comment on others' stories shut their mouths.

The atmosphere on both sides of the table is a little weird, and the ten black robes look at each other and they seem to be having eye contact.

“If not enough, I have other stories.” Chen Gong was buying time for Zhang Ya. He was not interested in other members. The only reason he came here today was to catch the person suspected of Zhu Xiu.

“Do you still have a story to tell? ”

The members of the association at the table became more silent, and the first man sitting on the right reached out and grabbed his head, and he looked at the fifth man on the left: "Number five, is this rookie's story all true? ”

All the others are looking at the mysterious number five.

The black robe shivered slightly, with a more neutral number five under the mask: “I can't see any signs of lying from him. ”

Five weird stories are all real experiences. What kind of "wonderful” life is this?

“Looks like we're going to re-judge.” The first man on the left shifted his gaze to three other newcomers: “Your story is wonderful, too, but we only have three left. ”

He placed his left hand on the table, stretched out a finger and the second round of voting began.

Others also made a quick choice, with six of them extending a finger.

“Half the vote.” The man on the left looks at rookie number one: “I'm sorry, number one, you can leave. ”

“Leave?”

Number one panicked, trying to say anything, but was stopped by the first man on the left: "Next Wednesday, you have a chance. ”

Suspicious number one was invited out of the room, and the man in the beak mask outside the door had been waiting a long time, and he found out that it was not after Chen Song, but a little surprised.

“Follow me.” The Birdmouth Man took number one and shut the door.

When the burglar door closed, the first man on the left said the second half: "Assuming you're still alive until next Wednesday. ”

As soon as his voice fell, there was a scream in the hallway, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling again.

The second calf was a bit of a tremor. Four people had just chosen him. If there were two more votes, he would be the one out now.

“Don't be afraid, that newbie just changed the form of being.” The first voice on the left eased a lot: “You are welcome to officially join the Weird Talks Association, with the numbers eleven, twelve and thirteen, respectively. ”

Chen Gong was last present, his number was thirteen.

The blood grew more visible in the shadow behind him, passing through the old song of the crisis and slowly relaxing.

The Weird Talk Society is a hidden mission in ward 3, possibly related to the world behind the door, and the reward for this mission is likely to be Mennan's personality, a red jacket that controls the door switch.

“I have a question.” The woman's number is twelve and her emotions haven't fluctuated much: “The leaflet says I can find a way to relieve my pain here. What can I do to relieve my pain? ”

“Don't worry, everyone here used to be in pain. We are all patients, and it's weird to talk about the significance of the association to help you relieve your pain and complete your redemption.” The man on the right looks back at the girl standing in the middle: "When you've finished three real conversations, we'll help you according to your situation. ”

Chan Song listened silently. He thought that the weird talk about the association was a group of lunatics entertaining themselves. I didn't think they had found a deeper meaning for the existence of the association.

“How can real weird talk happen so easily?” When a woman said that, she looked at the old song with some consternation.

“Weird talk has always existed, just that you haven't met it.” The man continues: “Every word on the leaflet is true, and in fact many members have been redeemed here with us. Once a member was abused by her adoptive father as a child, often beaten and pressed into the water, which led her to be particularly afraid of water, and later, under our treatment, her illness was finally cured and she would no longer suffer from fear of water. ”

“How did you cure her? ”

“Simply, we soak her adoptive father in the water and let her destroy her fears herself. ”

“That's it? ”

“As simple as that, each of us is a patient, but the cause and condition are different, so we'll tailor the solution for you.” The man on the right sounds calm and confident, and his face must be mature under his mask.

“The conditions are the same, and you can make a request to us, or you can choose to leave, as long as you can tell us three truthful strange conversations.” The man laughed and thought he was humorous and said: “It's true to leave. ”

“Three weird conversations? ”

Women bow their heads and think, and the next time Chen Song listens to their conversation, the worse it sounds.

What kind of treatment is this? Murder!

I'm afraid the only one who can think of such a crazy cure is a madman.

Chen Gong glanced at everyone at the table, and the patient who ran out of the third ward could be among them!

The demons in Ward 10, and Wu Fei in Ward 9, these two presume to be the founders of the Weird Talk Society.

They are patients in their own right, and Ward 10 is filled with pain they've been through, and no one understands that better than they do.

The pain that drugs can't treat, they treat themselves, and they redeem the madman in a crazy way.

“Each new member may ask a question.” Man looks at song number two: “Which one of you asks first? ”

“I've been in some trouble lately, being chased. ”

After saying this on the second day, he looked up at the crowd, and no one responded, as if it was something he was accustomed to.

“I guess I guessed your problem, and you're just another loser.” The man on the left leans on the back of the chair: “We will not help you with any trouble, nor will we be able to do so, but the association can accommodate you, even forever. ”

Newcomer number two nodded and seemed somewhat disappointed.

The eyes of everyone in the house refocused on Chan Sing: “What's your problem? ”

“My question is simple.” Chen Gong felt the silk chill in his back. He didn't expect the monster behind the door to combine with the patient in the third ward to create such a thing.

After half a day of reflection, he said directly, "I want to ask who is the president of the association? ”

“Chairman? ”

The black robes on both sides of the table were silent again, they looked at each other, and finally the first man on the left opened his mouth: "Change the question. ”

“Can't you say that?” The more they don't say, the more curious Chen Song is.

“Not impossible to say.” The first man on the right took the call: “We only know who the chairman is among the ten of us, but we don't know who he is. ”