The room was very quiet, and the two people who loved to comment on other people's stories also shut up.

The atmosphere on both sides of the dining table was a bit weird. The ten men in black robes looked at each other and seemed to be making eye contact.

"If that's not enough, I have other stories." Chen Ge was trying to buy time for Zhang Ya. He was not interested in other members. He had only one purpose for coming here today, to catch the man who looked like Zhu Xiu.

"Do you have any more stories to tell?"

The association members at the table fell even more silent. The man sitting first on the right scratched his head. He looked at the fifth person on the left: "Number Five, is the story of this newcomer all true?"

The others also all looked at the most mysterious number five.

The black robe trembled slightly, and a more neutral voice came from under the mask: "I can't see any trace of lying in him."

All five ghost stories are true experiences. What a "wonderful" life is this?

"Looks like we have to re-evaluate." The first man on the left turned his attention to the other three newcomers: "Your stories are also very interesting, but it's a pity that we can only keep three of you."

He placed his left hand on the table, raised a finger, and the second round of voting began.

The others quickly made their choices, and six of them raised a finger.

"More than half of the votes have been cast." The man on the left looked at the newcomer No. 1 and said, "I'm sorry, No. 1, you can leave now."

"leave?"

Number One panicked and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the first man on the left: "Next Wednesday, you still have a chance."

The skeptical No. 1 was asked to leave the room. The man wearing a bird-beak mask had been waiting outside the door for a long time. He was a little surprised when he found out that it was not Chen Ge who came out.

"Come with me." The man with the bird's beak took number one away and closed the door.

As the security door closed, the first man on the left said the second half of the sentence: "Only if you can survive until next Wednesday."

As soon as he finished speaking, a scream was heard in the corridor, followed by the sound of something heavy falling.

Number two's calves were trembling. Four people had chosen him just now. If there had been two more votes, he would have been the one to be eliminated.

"Don't be afraid, the new guy just changed his form." The first person on the left said in a much more relaxed voice: "Welcome to the Ghost Story Association. The three of you are numbered 11, 12, and 13 respectively."

Chen Ge was the last to arrive, his number was thirteen.

The blood color in the shadow behind him became more and more obvious. Having survived a crisis, Chen Ge slowly relaxed.

The Ghost Story Association is a hidden mission in the third ward, which may be related to the world behind the door. The reward for this mission is likely to be Men Nan’s main personality, a man in red who can control the switch of the "door".

"I have a question." The woman's number was 12, and her emotions had not fluctuated much. "The leaflet said that I can find a way to relieve my pain here. What should I do to relieve my pain?"

"Don't worry. Everyone here has been in pain. We are all patients. The purpose of establishing the Ghost Story Association is to help everyone relieve their pain and achieve redemption." The man on the right turned around and stared at the girl standing in the middle: "After you have told three real ghost stories, we will help you according to your situation."

Chen Ge listened silently at the side. He originally thought that the Ghost Story Association was just a group of lunatics entertaining themselves, but he didn't expect that they found a deeper meaning for the existence of the association.

"How could a true ghost story happen so easily?" The woman looked at Chen Ge with some fear as she said this.

"Ghost stories have always existed, you just haven't encountered them." The man continued, "Every word on the flyer is true. In fact, many members have been saved here. One member was abused by her adoptive father when she was a child. She was often beaten and pushed into the water, which made her particularly afraid of water. Later, with our treatment, her illness was finally cured, and she will no longer suffer from fear of water."

"How did you cure her?"

"It's simple. We soaked her adoptive father in water and let her destroy her fear with her own hands."

"that's all?"

"It's that simple. Each of us is a patient, but the causes and conditions of the disease are different, so we will tailor a solution for you when the time comes." The man on the right sounded calm and confident, and his face under the mask must be very mature.

"The conditions are the same. As long as you can tell us three true stories, you can make a request to us, or you can choose to leave." The man laughed and said humorously, "It means real departure."

"Three strange stories?"

The woman lowered her head in deep thought. Chen Ge, who was beside her, listened to their conversation and felt something was not right.

What kind of treatment is this? It's murder!

Only a madman could think of such a crazy treatment method.

Chen Ge glanced at all the people at the table. The patient who ran out from the third ward might be among them!

The devil in Ward No. 10 and Wu Fei in Ward No. 9 are probably the founders of the Ghost Story Association.

They are patients themselves, and Ward No. 10 is filled with the pain they have experienced. No one can understand that feeling better than them.

They treat the pain that cannot be cured by medicine themselves, using the methods of madmen to redeem madmen.

"Every new member can ask a question." The man looked at No. 2 and Chen Ge: "Who will ask first?"

"I've been in some trouble lately. I'm being hunted."

After saying this, No. 2 looked up at everyone. No one reacted, as if this was something they were used to.

"I can probably guess your problem. You are another person with nowhere to go." The man on the left leaned back in his chair. "We won't help you solve your problem, and we don't have the ability to do so. But the association can take you in, even forever."

Newcomer No. 2 nodded, seeming a little disappointed.

Everyone in the room focused their attention on Chen Ge again: "What's your question?"

"My question is relatively simple." Chen Ge felt a slight chill on his back. He had not expected that the monster behind the door and the patients in the third ward would combine to create something like this.

After thinking for a long time, he said directly: "I want to ask who is the president of the association?"

"President?"

The black-robed men on both sides of the table fell silent again. They looked at each other, and finally the first man on the left spoke: "Change the question."

"Can't you tell me?" The more the other party refused to say, the more curious Chen Ge became.

"It's not that we can't tell you." The first man on the right took over the conversation: "We only know that the president is among the ten of us, but we don't know who it is."