My House of Horrors

Chen Gong's supernatural phenomenon research society already has four members, Wang Yicheng, who has bad legs and feet, face torches, looking for art society weekly charts, and Zhu Long, who fights with people with impulse and immobility.

Each member has a distinct personality, and if Chen Gong is really a school teacher, then their society must be very interesting.

Unfortunately, that was not the case, and Chan Gong wanted useful information from them, but he wasn't entirely interested in using those children.

To the best of their ability, Chen Gong helps these students recall their lost memories and strive to take them away together.

Through the square, several members of the Supernatural Research Society gathered together.

Everyone looked at each other, and a very rude word appeared in their minds, a society like the orphanage, in which all members were students not wanted by other societies.

“Teacher Bai, don't tell me that this is all the members of our community.” Zhou Tu originally wanted to join the art society, but rarely added such an association, he felt like he had been pitted.

The atmosphere was somewhat embarrassing. Wang Yicheng and Zhang Torch, who were physically defective, looked away and dared not reply. Zhu Long did not care how he behaved, even more curious about the society.

“You guessed correctly, but I suggest you pay attention to your tone, and after a while you'll realize how lucky you are to be a part of this community.” Chen Song has a strong sense of pride in his voice: “Everyone in this society is invited by me personally. Everyone here is different. My society does not need ordinary people, only extraordinary people can join. ”

Zhou Tu heard Chen Song, turned a white eye. If he hadn't signed the application form, he would have left immediately.

“I know you still don't believe what I'm saying and doubt the relevance of our association.” Chen Gong glanced at several students: “I don't like to persuade others with words. When I start the group activities, I will restore a real world to you with facts. ”

Chen Gong's expression didn't seem serious as a joke, and several students quieted down.

“Before I show you the real world, I want to ask you a question: What is the world like in your eyes?” Chen Gong wants to learn about the children's past and see if they can find traces from their memories.

Wang Yicheng first spoke, he told his past again, then Zhu Long, then it was Zhang Torch.

Before going to high school, Zhang Torch was just a very ordinary kid, studying hard, taking a good college exam, his life trajectory had been set until the day the college exam ended.

He and his friends went to sing that night, the hall was on fire, and Zhang Torch and his friends were trapped in the box.

When he was rescued, his cheeks and scalp were burned and scarred.

Zhang Torch stayed at home for two months, received psychological counseling and treatment, and finally adjusted his attitude. He chose to face himself again and come to the university to report.

The story was inspiring, but Chen Song heard some questions from it.

“Do you remember when you were hospitalized?” Rationally, this memory should be a deep pain in Zhang Torch's heart, but his expression did not fluctuate when he spoke, as if it had happened to someone else and he was just a bystander.

Regarding his own experience of hospitalization, Zhang Torch said intermittently, Chen Song could tell that the other party was not intentionally hiding it, really can't remember.

“Zhang Torch happened the holiday after the college entrance exam, before Wang Yicheng told his story, the memory of the last holiday was very vague, as was Zhu Long. ”

Chen Gong looked at the children in front of him, and he had a conjecture in his heart that the students had not forgotten what had happened the last summer, but that they had died that summer.

Obsession holds all the memories, be they good or bitter, so they can remember a lot of what happened before and forget about that summer vacation.

“Teacher Bai, aren't you feeling well?” Zhou Tu is a smart man and understands Yan Guangguan. He finds that Chen Song doesn't look very well after listening to the stories of several students. He quickly asks: “Why don't you just forget about today's group activities and go back to rest. ”

“How many of them have I known about, you?” Chen Song's expression returned to normal.

“I am ordinary, I usually learn, paint, eat, sleep, I have never even talked about love, I really have nothing to say.” Zhou Zhu opened his hands and he felt like he was the most normal member in the club.

“Didn't you tell me you've been having a dream over and over again lately? ”

“Is that to be said here, too?” Zhou Diao obviously doesn't want to tell so many people his secrets.

“I won't force you, if you think you can say it, you can't say it. ”

“Nothing to say...” Zhou Diao also wanted to find the art society by relying on Chen Song. In his view, this strange supernatural research society was just a knock on the door brick: “I came to the school to report earlier. Since moving into the bedroom, I have always had the same dream every night, dreaming of myself sitting in a painting room full of oil paintings on a wall. The atmosphere was very depressing, and I was surrounded by twelve other people, each of us painting. ”

“Oil studio? Thirteen painters in there?” Chen Song thought about the scene he saw in the experimental building at night school. He found that he might have really picked up the treasure this time. Zhou Tu could dream of something in the oil studio, indicating that he was likely to have been there before and even created a painting himself, but for some reason he forgot all about it.

“Yes, the dream became clearer and clearer, as if I had experienced it myself, but I had no idea.” Zhou Diao slowly went down: “It felt bad, I woke up every morning with a pen to try to restore the dream, I tried to paint what was in the dream, but I couldn't find the oil painting material, so I always wanted to report it to the art club. ”

After listening to Zhou Dian, Chen Song nodded his head and said after a moment of silence: “If I say I've seen you dream about that scene, can you believe it? ”

“Have you seen it? ”

“Yes, in this school!” Chan Song is absolutely certain: “If you really want to go, I can take you there, but you have to promise me one condition. ”

“On what terms?” Zhou Diao's voice changed, only he knew how incredible that dream was.

“From now on, you have to listen to me, which is a prerequisite for me to take you there. ”