"Number Four, before you speak, I need to remind you."

The man sitting first on the right side of the table turned his head and glanced at Chen Ge: "All the stories you tell here must be true. We have our own methods to verify them. If you are making up stories, you will be punished accordingly."

"I know the rules."

"Let's get started."

Chen Ge thought for a while and prepared to tell his first story.

“This is a true story that happened to my friend.”

"My friend's surname is Wang. He loves his wife very much, but his wife mysteriously disappeared a few months ago."

"He called the police, searched the streets for his wife, and posted missing person notices in every corner of the city."

"Everyone felt sorry for him. The police who assisted him found out after their investigation that he loved his wife very much, almost to the point of doting on her, so they understood his actions."

"But sympathy is sympathy, there are not so many fairy tales in this world."

"After searching for half a year, there was still no news of his wife. The police had given up long ago and were treating her as a missing person, but he was the only one who kept searching. This seemed to be his only motivation to stay alive."

"He went out very early in the day with a missing person notice and did not return until late at night."

"He kept repeating this for a long time until one day, his hard work paid off and he suddenly received a message from his wife."

“Save me…”

"It was sent from his wife's cell phone. It only had three words, but it made him feel extremely terrified!"

"He had a secret buried in his heart that he had never told anyone. In fact, he was responsible for his wife's disappearance. He killed his wife and hid her."

"He went out looking for his wife every day, exhausting himself, just to numb himself and relieve the guilt he felt towards his wife."

"But he didn't expect that his deceased wife would actually reply to the message."

"He hurriedly took his wife out of the partition wall of the old house and drove to a remote suburb to bury her."

"I thought this matter would end here, but who knew something even more horrible would happen."

"Every time he woke up from his sleep, his wife's clothes would appear beside his bed, as if his wife had been there at night!"

"How could the person he buried with his own hands come back?"

"After waking up, he took his tools and headed to the suburbs to take his wife to a farther place."

"But no matter what he did, every time he woke up he would find that his wife's things always appeared inexplicably."

"His wife seemed to come alive and would run to his side once he fell asleep."

"He was getting more and more scared, and he kept receiving messages from his wife on his phone, but he had no memory of them at all, as they were all sent after he fell asleep."

"It got worse and worse, and sometimes he would wake up in the morning wearing the same clothes his wife died in."

"He was about to collapse and felt that the problem was still with his wife. He drove to the place where his wife was buried and moved his wife for the last time."

"In order to prevent his wife from coming back to him at night, he came up with a very crazy idea. He built his wife into the wall of an abandoned old house."

"Looking at his wife blending into the wall, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his wife would finally not come looking for him again."

Chen Ge stopped talking here: "My story is over."

"It's over?" The people on both sides of the table were listening intently: "What happened next? How did your friend end up?"

Chen Ge was telling the story of Wang Qi, and he really wanted to say that my "friend" finally met me and was now in the police station.

"You haven't finished telling this story yet?" The man sitting first on the left looked a little annoyed.

"This is all I know. Anything further would be fabricated." Chen Ge changed his voice, sounding somewhat aged.

The story stopped halfway, and the first man on the left side of the table exchanged glances with the others, and they all looked at the fifth person on the left.

The man was wrapped in a black robe, not a single bit of skin exposed, looking very mysterious.

Noticing the gazes of the others, the fifth person on the left said calmly: "I can't quite see through him, but his story should be true."

"It's a nice story, but I don't like this feeling." The first person on the left put his left hand on the table, which seemed to be their way of voting.

Eight of the remaining nine people placed their left hands on the table, except for the man who liked Chen Ge's mask.

"One abstention, nine votes in favor. It looks like tonight's main course has been decided." The man on the left laughed sinisterly, and the other people looked at Chen Ge with ill intent.

Chen Ge called out to Zhang Ya in his heart, but there was still no response. He felt that if he didn't do something, something bad would happen.

"Don't worry, this is just my first story." Chen Ge was very calm, and the human skin mask on his face twisted into an ugly smile: "I said, I have many more stories."

The three newcomers in front had breathed a sigh of relief, but became nervous again after hearing what he said.

"A lot of stories?" The man who liked his mask looked at Chen Ge: "The rule of the Ghost Story Association is that if you tell three completely true and recognized ghost stories, you can make a request or choose to quit. If you can tell us two more true ghost stories, maybe we will have a new opinion of you."

His statement was also confirmed by others, except for the first man on the right who hesitated a little: "Number 10, you seem to think highly of this newcomer?"

“I just thought he was interesting.”

The black-robed men on both sides of the table seemed to have their own numerical numbers. They never called each other by their names, not even by nicknames.

"It's not easy to tell a completely true story. Ordinary people would probably collapse after experiencing it once or twice." The first man on the left retracted his left hand: "I hope he didn't make it up."

Chen Ge did not interrupt the conversation between the men in black robes. He was just trying to delay time.

"Tell me the rest of your story."

"My second story is still a true story that happened to my friend."

Chen Ge first tells the story of a little boy named Fan Yu who witnessed his parents falling into a well and then lived with his murderous aunt and a house full of ghosts.

Then the story of the Ouija board and the depressed girl was told.

He found that Zhang Ya still hadn't woken up. In order to delay time, he told the story that Men Nan's secondary personality always dreamed of washing his hair at night and monsters approaching little by little.

Finally, he stood from Xu Yin's perspective and told the story of how he deeply loved a girl but was tortured as a result.

Several of the stories were completely true, and after they were all told, all the association members present were silent.

What kind of life experience is this?

All of his friends are either crazy or perverted, and one of them dies tragically every few years. The most important thing is that they all have encountered accidents, but this guy is still running around here telling stories. Could he be the real mastermind behind all this?