"You don't have to worry about interpersonal relationships. I will definitely get along well with my colleagues. But you just need to pay me according to the standard for an intern. It won't be too late to make me a regular employee once I have made real achievements." Wu Jinpeng's attitude was very sincere.

"I don't have interns, or the internship period is relatively short. Usually, I can tell whether a person is suitable as soon as I meet him." Chen Ge's haunted house has an induction ceremony for new employees. That is, after gaining Chen Ge's trust, they follow the tourists to visit all the scenes in the haunted house. As long as they can be rescued, it means that this employee is great and can stay to work.

"Okay, then I'll send Wu Sheng to school tomorrow and go handle the resignation procedures first. We're laying off people, so the boss will probably approve the resignation by noon. I'll go to our haunted house in the afternoon. By the way, where is our haunted house?"

"It includes the horror house of New Century Park in the western suburbs of Jiangxi." Chen Ge looked at Wu Jinpeng. This was the fifth living employee he had personally recruited. Whether it was opening a branch in Xinhai or handling various matters in the future, Wu Jinpeng should be able to help a lot.

The shadows are taken care of by evil spirits, while the sun is provided by living people. A good haunted house requires both hands.

After Wu Jinpeng's induction ceremony, he will be considered a real member of the team, and Chen Ge has always treated his employees as family members.

"Brother Peng, let me ask you one last question." Chen Ge stood up and walked to Wu Kun's side: "Has your brother been like this since he was a child? Did you take him to treatment when your parents were still alive?"

"My parents took him to treatment when he was young, but the effect was poor. Although he cannot live and work independently, he can do some housework. My brother is very kind and sometimes he will take the initiative to help me." Wu Jinpeng also sat next to his brother: "For a period of time, I worked during the day and sang in bars at night. My brother accompanied Wu Sheng. Although they both have physical defects, they are very good friends."

"Very good friends? That's a bit strange." Chen Ge didn't want to hide anything: "The world behind Wu Sheng's door is full of various images, all of which are related to reality, but I didn't see the image of your brother Wu Kun behind the door, just like there is no such person as Wu Kun in Wu Sheng's memory world."

"That's impossible. They stay together every day."

"This is just the first thing that makes me feel strange. The second thing that makes me feel strange is the fan in Wu Kun's hand. Why does he keep talking about the fan?" Chen Ge pointed at Wu Kun's scary hand and said, "Although your brother has intellectual disabilities and is below the normal level, he is definitely not a mentally ill lunatic. He doesn't look like the kind of person who would put his hand into the fan, so I think there was probably someone else present on the day of the accident!"

"You said my brother's hand was pressed into the fan by someone?" Wu Jinpeng gritted his teeth.

"Otherwise, why does he keep talking about fan, fan? He is probably reminding you." As soon as Chen Ge finished speaking, Wu Jinpeng woke up Wu Kun.

Wu Kun, who knew nothing, leaned against the wall holding a fan, feeling scared and angry.

"Xiao Kun, brother is here. Did someone bully you? Don't be afraid. Have you forgotten that your brother helped you fight when you were little? I will beat up anyone who dares to bully you. Tell me, okay?"

Wu Jinpeng spoke very quickly. He was so angry that he scared his brother.

Wu Kun was holding an electric fan, wrapped in a thin blanket, and crawling on the ground, shouting.

"Will you let me sleep?"

The rental house had poor sound insulation, and the neighbors also had complaints. Chen Ge and Wu Jinpeng quickly worked together to control Wu Kun.

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Kun. I'm here with you." Wu Jinpeng touched Wu Kun's head, but his eyes turned to Chen Ge. "Now that you remind me of this, I remember something. My brother's condition has been stable, but since his hand was injured by the fan, his condition has worsened a lot."

"After that incident, did your brother behave in any other unusual ways?"

Wu Jinpeng thought for a while and said, "Yes, it is true. I have seen my brother hiding in a corner and staring at his own shadow many times when I came home from get off work. Sometimes he would even secretly hit his own shadow a few times."

"The one who hurt Wu Kun was Shadow from Liwan Town? But according to Shadow's personality, if Wu Kun blocked his way, he would kill Wu Kun directly without holding back. Could it be that he was careless?" Chen Ge didn't expect to find clues from Wu Jinpeng's brother: "Besides the fan, did Wu Kun say anything else that was strange?"

"Let me think about it." Wu Jinpeng frowned. "Oh, right. At that time, we lived in the old city. Wu Kun would always run very fast when he went out. He seemed unwilling to stay on our floor. I once asked him why. He pointed at our neighbor's door and kept shouting "ghost, ghost, ghost!"

"Old Town? Where in the Old Town did your family first live?"

"We first lived in Xingfu East Street in the old city of Hanjiang, and later moved to the eastern suburbs of Hanjiang. After living there for a while, we moved to the western suburbs of Hanjiang for work reasons." Wu Jinpeng told Chen Ge all the addresses he had rented.

"Your family has lived in the old city, Jiang Ming has also lived in the old city, and Fan Yu also lived in the old city when he was a child. Is the old city so weird?" Chen Ge wrote down the detailed address of Wu Jinpeng's previous residence, and he planned to go over and take a look now.

"Wait a minute, I remembered something." Wu Jinpeng opened the wooden box that contained his guitar and took out a clay sculpture with Wu Sheng's name on it. The clay sculpture was black, as if it was made of mud mixed with blood. "When we lived in the old city, that strange neighbor gave my family a shrine, saying that as long as we put it at home, Wu Sheng would be able to speak within nine years."

"Where's the shrine?"

"The shrine is very large and inconvenient to carry. When we moved for the second time, we left it in the rental house in the eastern suburbs. The new tenant thought that the shrine was unlucky and moved it to the basement." Wu Jinpeng handed the clay sculpture in his palm to Chen Ge: "But we always carry the clay sculptures that were placed in the shrine with us."

Everything matched up. Chen Ge took the clay sculpture and placed it on his own shadow. "Brother Peng, that shrine doesn't hold a god. You were harmed by that neighbor in the old city."

"Could it be that my neighbor who pressed Wu Kun's hand into the fan?"

"I can't be sure yet. I will investigate this matter thoroughly. You guys should go to bed early. I won't disturb you." Chen Ge picked up the clay sculpture on his shadow and returned it to Wu Jinpeng: "Remember to come to work tomorrow."

Strangely enough, not long after the clay sculpture was placed on Chen Ge's shadow, all the black and red bloodstains on the clay sculpture disappeared.