Chen Ge felt that the treatment plan written on the photo was very familiar. "When I first received the invitation to the Ghost Story Association, a member told me about this. All the photos posted on the wall are of people killed by the Ghost Story Association?"

The room was covered with densely packed photos, most of which were taken after the victims' deaths, recording the scenes of their deaths.

"The Ghost Story Association, the victims, the underground corpse storage, the core area made entirely of corpses..."

A line connected in Chen Ge's mind. He opened his eyes wide, shocked by the generosity of the mastermind behind the scenes.

"The owner of the underground corpse bank is the president of the Ghost Story Association! He needs a large number of corpses, so he went to help the lunatics in the third ward and treated them in a more insane way, making them his helpers. While generating ghost stories and curing members one by one, he transported all the people who died in the ghost stories here and built his own kingdom of corpses!"

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

In terms of time, the Ghost Story Association has been active in the shadows of this city for five or six years. They never confront the police head-on, but have left countless ghost stories in this city in a weird and undetectable way.

Chen Ge took down another photo from the wall. The victim was a hot woman who looked to be in her twenties. There were also a few words written under her photo.

"Wednesday, patient 107."

"Diagnosis: anorexia, depression."

"Treatment plan: Estrogen and thyroid hormone secretion decreased, corticosteroid hormone increased. Patient 107 was under double pressure physically and mentally. The investigation found that she had been ridiculed and fooled by her 'best friend' because of her figure since she was a child. It is recommended to prepare a special appetizer for the patient, with the ingredients of her best friend."

"Follow-up feedback: Patient 107's anorexia has been successfully cured, and his depression has been slightly alleviated, but he is suspected of having a new mental illness, with the symptom of putting all his favorite things into a pot and cooking them."

"Treatment plan: To be determined. It is recommended that you be re-admitted as a member of the association and begin a second treatment."

The symptoms and treatment plans described in the second photo reminded Chen Ge of Lizhi, the radio host who came to the Ghost Story Association with him.

The story the radio host told on Wednesday night was about cooking and swallowing.

"The treatment provided by the Ghost Story Association is indeed a bit unreliable. They are not curing patients, but creating demons and forcing living people into the abyss step by step."

Lizhi is a good example. She started out as anorexic and then turned into a monster.

Standing in the room and looking at the photos on the wall, Chen Ge suddenly felt that the craziest person was actually the president of the Ghost Story Association.

After doing so many crazy things, he can still remain absolutely calm and rational and write a new diagnostic plan. The world in this person's eyes seems to be different from that of normal people.

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

Each photo represents a victim, but most of these victims bring it upon themselves, such as the middle-aged man who abused the child and pushed the child into the sink, or Lizhi’s childhood “best friend”.

All deaths have reasons. They have reasons to be killed, but this reason is not relative to the law, but relative to the patients themselves.

The existence of those people is a lifelong obstacle for the patients, and an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth is the most direct and brutal way of treatment.

The Ghost Story Association may have originally been just a mutual aid organization for the mentally ill, but as time went on, everything changed.

The crazy people are not cured, and their morbid worldview is gradually accepted. They are immersed in the darkness and think that they are the truly normal people.

The most terrifying ones are the rational lunatics with their own cognition, and the Ghost Story Association itself happens to be composed of such a group of lunatics.

Chen Ge glanced at the photos, as if he could see a past of pain and struggle, and a completely different world.

After the white cat entered the house, it ran to the left wall and kept barking at Chen Ge.

Knowing that White Cat had made a discovery, Chen Ge pressed his palm on the wall that was completely covered by photos. He fumbled for a long time and finally found a hidden door handle.

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

If the room outside is similar to an exhibition room, then the room inside should be where the president himself works.

Two tables were put together, filled with various materials and books, and everything was neatly organized.

The clean and tidy environment would even make people forget for a moment that they are in an underground morgue.

Flipping through the materials and notes, I found that the president's handwriting was beautiful, but it was chilling to read. It recorded all kinds of strange stories, and behind each strange story there was often a life.

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

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

"There's another door?"

Chen Ge walked over and moved the bookshelf away. Just as he guessed, there was another door behind the bookcase.

After pushing open the door, the white cat did not go in this time. Instead, it kept barking at the door, as if it wanted to tell Chen Ge something.

Seeing that the white cat was behaving abnormally, Chen Ge did not rush in. He stood at the door and looked inside.

There is a double bed in the innermost room, and there are several photos on the wall opposite the bed.

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

The girl looked pure and lovely. She stood between the two boys, looking quite helpless as she tried to dissuade them from arguing fiercely.

The second photo was taken in the winter of a certain year. The three children, who were a little older, were standing under an apartment building.

The girl looked at the burning apartment building, crying and trying to rush into the corridor, but was stopped by two boys and the adults around her.

The third photo is much clearer. The three children have grown up. The girl has become more beautiful. She sits between the other two with a textbook in her hand.

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

The photo was taken from the side, and the girl's faint silhouette could be seen on the boy's cup.

The fourth photo is a wedding photo. The dull boy is nowhere to be seen, and there are only two people left in the photo.

The last photo was hung next to the wedding photo. There was only the girl in the frame. It was a black and white posthumous photo.