My House of Horrors

Chen Gong looked familiar with the treatment plan written in the photograph: “When I first received an invitation to talk about the association, a member told me about it, and all the pictures posted on the wall were about the people killed by the association? ”

Photographs of the dense numbness of the room, the vast majority of which were taken after the death of the victims, captured the scenes of their deaths.

“Weird talk about associations, victims, underground morgues, core areas built entirely from corpse barriers…”

There was a line in Chen Gong's mind that connected him. He opened his eyes and was shocked by the messenger's pen.

“The owner of the underground morgue is the president of the Weird Talks Association! He needed a lot of bodies, so he went to help the lunatics in ward three, treated them in a much crazier way, made them his own helpers, and when he created a strange conversation and healed a member, he transported all the people who died in the strange conversation here and built his own kingdom of corpses! ”

The third ward was abandoned five or six years ago, and the old director disappeared after entering the door at that time.

In terms of time, the Weird Talks Society has been active in the shadow of the city for five or six years, never touching the police, but leaving the city with countless weird stories in a weird, untraceable way.

Chen Song took another photo from the wall, the victim was a hot looking woman in her twenties, and she wrote a few words under that photo.

“Wednesday, patient 107. ”

“Diagnosis results: anorexia, depression. ”

“Treatment options: decreased estrogen and thyroid hormone secretion, elevated corticosteroids, and double physical and mental oppression in patient No. 107, whose body was found to have been ridiculed and fooled by ‘best friends' since childhood. It is recommended to prepare a special appetizer for the patient, with ingredients for her best friend. ”

“Tracking Feedback: Patient 107 has successfully healed anorexia with mild relief from depression, but is suspected of having a new psychiatric illness with the condition of cooking everything you love in a pan. ”

“Treatment options: To be determined, it is recommended to readmit as a member of the Association for a second treatment. ”

The second photograph, describing the conditions and treatment options, reminds Chen Gong of Lychee, the radio anchor who came with him to the Weird Talks Association.

The radio anchor told the story on Wednesday night about cooking and eating.

“Strange talk about the Society's treatment is a little unreliable, they're not healing patients, they're making demons and pushing the living into the abyss step by step. ”

Lychee is a good example, and she's been anorexic since the beginning, and she's gone straight back to being a monster.

Standing in the room, looking at that picture on the wall, Chen Song suddenly felt that the craziest person was actually talking about the president of the association.

After doing so many crazy things, he was able to remain absolutely calm and rational and write new diagnostic protocols, and the world in his eyes seemed to be different from normal people.

“It is estimated that more than half of the missing people in Jiujiang are here every year. ”

Each photograph represents a victim, but most of these victims are also responsible, for example, the child abuser, the middle-aged man who pushes the child into the sink, or the "best friend” of Lychee's childhood.

All deaths have a cause, and they have a reason to kill, except that the reason is not relative to the law, but relative to the patient himself.

Living is the barrier of a patient's life, and eye for eye, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, is the most direct and crude treatment.

The first bizarre talk association may really be just a mutual aid organization for the mentally ill, but over time everything has changed.

Crazy people are not cured, pathological worldviews are gradually recognized, they are immersed in the night, they think they are the real normal people.

Rational, self-aware lunatics are the worst, and the weird talk society itself happens to be made up of such a bunch of lunatics.

Chen Gong glanced at those photos as if he could see a painful, struggling past and see another completely different person.

After entering the house, the white cat ran to the wall on the left and called directly to Chen Song.

Knowing that the white cat had found out, Chen Singer pressed his palm against the wall, which was completely covered by the photo, and he searched for half a day and finally found a hidden door handle.

Grabbing the handle and pushing gently, Chen Gong entered the third room in the core area.

If the outside room is similar to the exhibition room, the inside room should be where the president works himself.

Together, the two tables are filled with materials and books, and everything is organized.

Clean and tidy environments even make people forget for a moment that this is in an underground morgue.

Flip the information and notes around, the chairman's words are beautiful, but it reads cold and records all sorts of weird stories, and each of them often heralds a human life.

“These should be all the counts the association has committed in five or six years. ”

Chen Song hasn't looked closely, the white cat made another sound, it parked in front of the bookshelf and spinning around on the ground.

“There's another door? ”

Chen Gong walked over and removed the bookshelf. As he thought, there was also a door behind the bookcase.

Pushing the door open, this time the white cat didn't go in, but screamed at the door, seemed to want to tell Chen Gong something.

When he saw the white cat behaving abnormally, Chen Song didn't rush in, and he stood at the door and looked inside.

Inside, there is a double bed in the innermost room with several photos on the walls of the bed.

The first one was taken one summer, a long time ago, with three younger children in the picture.

The girl was pure and cute and she stood between the two boys, helplessly dissuading the two boys who were arguing violently.

The second photograph was taken one winter, and three children, who were slightly older, stood under a unit building.

The girl looked at the apartment building where the fire broke out and cried out for a rush into the corridor, which was stopped by the two boys and the surrounding adults.

The third picture is much clearer, three children have grown up, the more beautiful the girl is, sitting between the other two with the big textbook.

One of the boys was talking to the girl, and the other boy, who looked over at the cup on the table, moved away.

The photograph was taken from the side and the boy's cup showed a shallow figure of the girl.

The fourth photograph is of the wedding dress, and the boy from Mune is missing, leaving only two people in the photograph.

The last photograph hangs next to the wedding photograph, with only one girl in the frame, a black and white leftover photograph.