The moment the investigator fell back, Chen Ge rushed over.

The three-meter distance now seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

Chen Ge's hand didn't grab him in the end.

The night wind rushed into his ears and tore his eardrums. The investigator's face was slightly deformed and his body was falling at high speed. These should be the last three seconds of his life.

The two of them were getting farther and farther apart. The investigator seemed to say something at the end, but they were too far apart for Chen Ge to hear clearly. He just vaguely made out two words through the other person's vague mouth shape - "Men Nan".

Chen Ge didn't understand why the investigator mentioned Men Nan in the last moments of his life. It might be that he was deliberately interfering, or he might want to leave some message.

"Yao Qingyi!"

Li Zheng's hoarse shouts were heard from the security gate, and several policemen rushed over at the same time.

A heavy object fell, and it was the first time that Chen Ge heard the sound of life passing away.

Yao Qingyi's head hit the ground, and when he died, his face was still looking at the roof, his eyes were wide open, and a strange smile hung on the corners of his mouth.

Half of his body was stretched outside the building, and Chen Ge's hand was suspended in the air.

"Ghost Story Association..." This association of psychopaths and murderers showed their true colors in front of Chen Ge. They never cared about the lives of living people.

"Chen Ge, what on earth is going on!" Li Zheng's eyes were red.

Silently withdrawing his arm, Chen Ge's voice was somewhat suppressed: "Who asked you to come here?"

"The nurse called the police. A patient saw Lao Yao running out of the ward late at night, as if sleepwalking. Considering Xiao Jia's situation, we thought Lao Yao had also had an accident, so we rushed here directly from Fanghuayuan Community."

"It was the nurse who called the police?" Chen Ge held the railing tightly with both hands, staring at Yao Qingyi downstairs, watching the smile on his face when he was dying.

Were the words he said before he died true or false?

Who is using a substitute ghost to control him?

Wu Fei? President? Or number 10?

There are only three people left in the Ghost Stories Association, but if the president is not eliminated, it won't be long before the Ghost Stories Association is reborn again.

Misfortune and despair happen every day. When the pain accumulates in the heart and slowly pollutes the soul, the flyers of the Ghost Story Association will arrive as expected.

"Before next Wednesday, the Ghost Story Association must be completely wiped out."

Zhang Ya fell into a deep sleep, and it was not easy for Chen Ge to deal with the remaining three people in the Ghost Story Association.

"I need new red clothes!"

Police cars surrounded the People's Hospital. Because Li Zheng and several other police officers saw the situation when Yao Qingyi jumped off the building, they did not make things difficult for Chen Ge.

At four o'clock in the morning, Chen Ge was sent back to New Century Park by the police.

After entering the haunted house and closing the door of the lounge, Chen Ge locked himself in the house and took out his black cell phone and placed it on the table.

The store has to open for business tomorrow, but he is not sleepy at all. He sits in a chair and looks through the task information on his phone.

"Daily tasks can earn rewards, but only nightmare-level tasks can change me. Since nightmare tasks were changed to random refreshes, I have never seen them appear on my phone. Ordinary tasks are all about improving the horror house, so I can do them in my spare time."

"There are two more trial missions in the black phone, the two-star horror scene Fatal Hearse and the four-star horror scene Psychic Ghost School. Unlocking new scenes and completing hidden missions can get a large reward, which also includes ghosts. Doing trial missions can also enhance the power of the horror house. However, low-star trial missions have little effect on me, and high-star missions are too dangerous." Chen Ge was also struggling in his heart. After Zhang Ya fell asleep, he suddenly realized that most of his previous fearlessness came from this red-clothed ghost who had a special liking for him.

"The screams of tourists collected during the past few days of operation are enough to exchange for two chances to draw a lottery. The horror wheel is one of the ways to enhance the overall strength of the horror house, but the uncertainty is too great." Chen Ge recalled his previous draws, shook his head, and decided to wait until tomorrow at noon when the yang energy is stronger before trying again.

"Time is limited and the situation is urgent. If the ghost you draw cannot completely obey orders, then you can only feed it to Xu Yin."

Xu Yin has the potential to become Red Clothes, and only Red Clothes can pose a threat to the Ghost Story Association.

"The Ghost Story Association has controlled the Bloody Gate for several years, and they definitely have more than just those two red-clothed people. The reason why they haven't acted rashly now is probably because they don't know my background. If they knew that Zhang Ya was sleeping and couldn't wake up on her own, they would probably take this opportunity to get rid of me immediately."

He turned his head to look at his own shadow. The shadow in the shape of a long-haired woman was actually also an invisible deterrent!

"Zhang Ya may have thought of this a long time ago." Chen Ge took out the wooden box from his arms. He pinched the ugly toy in the box and placed the disfigured face in front of him.

"Why would Zhang Ya give it to me? Could it be that this thing can save my life at a critical moment?"

Carrying around a disfigured toy is a terrible experience.

Unable to figure out how to use the disfiguring toy, and it was inconvenient to carry in a wooden box, Chen Ge simply found a black bag and put it in it, out of sight and out of mind.

Putting away his phone and lying on the bed in the lounge, Chen Ge's tense nerves finally relaxed and he fell asleep.

…

At 8:30 in the morning, Chen Ge was awakened by the alarm clock. He had only slept for three to four hours for several days in a row, but he still felt full of energy and had no discomfort. The only abnormality was that his body temperature seemed to be a little lower than that of ordinary people. He didn't know what went wrong.

The park opens at 8:55 and a new day of business begins.

Xiao Gu is still in the hospital. Captain Yan said that he is not seriously injured and is no longer in danger of death. He will be discharged from the hospital in a few days.

Mr. Wang may have fallen ill with a high fever because of his old age and the strong stimulation.

During the time when he was occasionally lucid, he told the police that he was planning to quit his security job. As for what exactly happened to him that night, no one knew, not even he himself could explain it clearly.

Tourists poured into the park, with even more people than yesterday.

Since Xiao Gu was not around, Chen Ge could only run between the two scenes in rotation, and he was busy until noon before he could take a break.

The haunted house became more and more famous, and the situation was getting better and better. Although Chen Ge was busy, he felt fulfilled.

At 12:30 noon, Chen Ge was sitting at the entrance of the haunted house, checking the morning ticket revenue. Just as he was halfway through the statistics, his cell phone suddenly rang.

He opened it and found it was an unfamiliar number. He instinctively wanted to close it because he had been too busy recently.

"I hope it's just a nuisance call."

The call was connected, and a woman's voice came from the other end: "Excuse me, are you Chen Ge?"

"Yes, I am."

"Hello, I'm from Jiujiang Children's Welfare Institute. Fan Yu's blood relatives filled in your name in the guardianship letter of attorney. Now his aunt is in prison, so there are some things we can only contact you to solve."

"Is it related to Fan Yu?" Chen Ge still had a deep impression of the boy who drew ghosts.

"Yes, he found a godsister in our welfare home."

"This is a good thing. The child didn't like to communicate with others, but now he can change..."

"What if his sister isn't a human, but a spider?"

"spider?"