The treatment plan written on the photo, Chen Ge looked at it and felt very familiar: "When I first received an invitation to go to the Strange Talk Association, one of the members told me about it, and all the photos posted on the wall were the people killed by the Strange Talk Association? ”

Dense photographs were plastered throughout the room, most of which were taken after the victims' deaths, and the photographs recorded the scene at the time of their deaths.

"The Strange Tales Society, the victims, the underground corpse store, the core area entirely made of corpses......"

There was a thread in Chen Ge's mind that connected him, and his eyes widened, shocked by the magnanimity of the main messenger behind the scenes.

"The owner of the underground corpse vault is the president of the Strange Tales Association! He needed to use a large number of corpses, so he went to help the madmen in the third ward, treated them in a more insane way, made them his helpers, and when he generated strange stories and healed members, he transported all the people who died in strange stories here, and built his own corpse kingdom! ”

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

In terms of time, the Strange Tales Association has been active in the shadows of the city for five or six years, and they have never confronted the police, but have left countless strange stories in the city in a strange and undetectable way.

Chen Ge took another photo from the wall, the victim was a woman with a hot body and looked to be in her twenties, and a few words were written under her photo.

"Wednesday, patient 107."

"Diagnosis: anorexia, depression."

"Treatment plan: estrogen and thyroid hormone secretion decreased, corticosteroid hormone increased, patient No. 107 was physically and mentally oppressed, and the investigation found that he was ridiculed and fooled by his 'best friend' because of his figure since he was a child. It is advisable to prepare a special appetizer for the patient, with the ingredients for her best friend. ”

"Follow-up feedback: Patient 107 has been successfully cured of anorexia and has mild remission of depression, but is suspected of suffering from a new mental illness that causes him to cook everything he likes in a pot."

"Treatment plan: TBD, it is recommended to re-admit as a member of the association and start a second treatment."

The symptoms and treatment plans described in the second photo reminded Chen Ge of the radio anchor who came to the Strange Talk Association with him in the first place, Lychee.

The story the radio anchor told on Wednesday night had to do with boiling and devouring.

"The treatment of the Strange Tales Association is indeed a bit unreliable, they are not curing the patients, but creating demons to drive the living into the abyss step by step."

Lychee is a good example, she went from anorexia at the beginning to develop into a monster.

Standing in the middle of the room, looking at the photo on the wall, Chen Ge suddenly felt that the craziest person was actually the president of the Strange Talk Association.

After doing so many crazy things, he can still maintain absolute calm and sanity, and write a new diagnosis plan, and the world seems to be different from normal people in this person's eyes.

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

Each photo represents a victim, but most of these victims are also self-inflicted, such as the middle-aged man who abused the child and pushed the child into the sink, or Lychee's childhood "best friend".

All deaths have a cause, and they have a reason to kill, but this reason is not relative to the law, but to the patients themselves.

Those people are living as a lifelong obstacle for the patients, and an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth is the most direct and crude treatment.

What started out as a Weird Tales Society may really really be a support group for the mentally ill, but that changed over time.

The crazy people are not cured, the sick worldview is gradually recognized, they are immersed in the night, and they think that they are really normal people.

The sane, self-aware madman is the most terrifying, and the Weird Tales Society itself happens to be made up of such a group of madmen.

Chen Ge's eyes swept over those photos, as if he could see a painful and struggling past, and he could see a completely different world.

After the white cat entered the house, he ran to the wall on the left and barked at Chen Ge.

Knowing that the white cat had made a discovery, Chen Singer pressed his palm on the wall that was completely covered with photos, and he groped for a long time and finally found a hidden doorknob.

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

If the outer room resembles an exhibition room, the inner room is supposed to be where the president himself works.

Two tables are placed side by side, filled with all kinds of materials and books, and everything is well organized.

The environment is so clean and tidy that you can even forget for a moment that you are in an underground corpse vault.

Flipping through the materials and notes, the president's handwriting is beautiful, but it makes people feel cold when they read it, and there are all kinds of strange stories recorded in it, and behind each strange story is often a sign of a human life.

"These should be all the crimes committed by the Strange Talk Association in the past five or six years."

Before Chen Ge could take a closer look, the white cat made another sound, and it stopped in front of the bookshelf and circled on the ground.

"And a door?"

Chen Ge walked over and moved the bookshelf away, and just as he had guessed, there was a door behind the bookcase.

Pushing open the door, this time the white cat did not go in, but barked at the door, as if he wanted to tell Chen Ge something.

Seeing that the white cat was behaving abnormally, Chen Ge was not in a hurry to go in, he stood at the door and looked inside.

In the innermost room there was a double bed, with a few photographs taped to the wall facing the bed.

The first photo was taken in the summer of a long time, and there were three young children.

The girl looked innocent and cute, and she stood between the two boys, looking rather helpless to dissuade the two boys who were arguing fiercely.

The second photo was taken one winter, with three children, who are a little older, standing under a unit building.

The girl looked at the burning apartment building and cried and tried to rush into the hallway, but was stopped by the two boys and the adults around her.

The third picture is much clearer, the three children have grown up, the girl is becoming more and more beautiful, holding a textbook and sitting between the other two.

One of the two boys was chatting with the girl, and the other, a slightly wooden boy, moved away, turning his head to look at the cup on the table.

The photo was taken from the side, just in time to see the shallow figure of the girl reflected in the boy's cup.

The fourth photo is a wedding photo, the wooden boy is gone, and only two people are left in the photo.

The last photo hangs next to the wedding photo, and the girl is alone in the frame, which is a black and white posthumous photo.