The training of the Jar Ghost mainly focused on dodging, moving, and instantaneous explosive power. Chen Ge did not need the Jar Ghost to have a strong offensive power, he only hoped that he could come back alive after gathering intelligence.
"I'll leave it to you."
Chen Ge closed the door leading to the underground scene and returned to the staff lounge.
He opened his cell phone and found that there were several unread text messages. Most of them were sent by Wenwen's aunt, and a few were sent by Xu Wan.
The general content was to ask where Chen Ge was. When Wenwen's aunt came to pick up her brother and Wenwen after get off work, she found that the father and daughter had been sent away by Chen Ge, and she couldn't help but feel worried.
"The other party didn't call me afterwards, which means she has confirmed the safety of the father and daughter."
After thinking for a while, Chen Ge felt that it would be better to send a reply message to the other party.
Maybe because it was too late, the woman did not reply to Chen Ge.
“Nothing should happen, right?” Chen Ge shook his head. He thought that he was too sensitive recently. If something bad happened to someone he had talked to, then the world would be in chaos.
Putting his mobile phone on the bedside, Chen Ge took out his black mobile phone and looked at some daily tasks.
"Decoration, publicity, expansion, normal difficulty tasks are not very meaningful to me. If it is a nightmare level task, I can consider it."
Lying on the bed, Chen Ge placed the white cat and Xiao Xiao beside him and covered them with a thin blanket. He planned to go to bed early today.
"I hope the jar ghost can give me a surprise tomorrow." Chen Ge was not going to delay any longer. Tomorrow night, he was going to complete the twin water ghost mission: "The underwater horror scene, I guess those foreign horror designers don't dare to play it like this, I think it can be considered original."
Holding the fluffy white cat, Chen Ge slowly fell asleep.
It was a little after five in the morning, before daybreak, when Chen Ge woke up.
His hands and feet were cold, but he didn't feel any discomfort.
"My body temperature is still dropping, but it's not very obvious." Although I slept for a short time, Chen Ge was very energetic: "I am more awake as the night goes on, and my dependence on sleep is also decreasing. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?"
Chen Ge is no longer alone. If he falls, all the ghosts in the horror house will lose their place to stay. "I can't abandon those ghosts, and it's hard for them to leave me. Let's just leave it like this for now. I hope the tragedy that happened to the old lady in the Living Coffin Village won't happen again here."
After putting on his coat, Chen Ge returned to the underground scene. When he entered the living coffin village, he saw a scene that surprised him.
The jar ghost fled frantically under the pursuit of Xu Yin and Bai Qiulin with an agility that was completely inconsistent with his body. He always managed to dodge at an incredible angle before the two ghosts attacked.
"This fellow seems to have lived in water for a long time, so his movements are more flexible than we thought, just like a slippery eel." Lao Zhou and Duan Yue stood aside, watching and commenting. In the distance, a group of puppet students were watching the fun.
"What a terrible analogy, but it seems that the special training was successful, and this jar ghost still has great potential." Chen Ge called back Xu Yin and Bai Qiulin, took the jar ghost out of the haunted house, and placed it in the water entertainment facilities of the park.
As soon as his body touched the water, the speed of the tank ghost increased again. He was very fast, but the expression on his face was still the same as before, as if he missed the days when he was a ghost hiding at the bottom of the tank and blowing bubbles.
"Once you complete this trial, you won't have to stay in the water tank anymore. I'll replace it with a bigger pool for you."
Chen Ge was very satisfied with the changes in the Gang Gui. He was worried that Chu Yang might hurt the Gang Gui, so he simply looked at the Gang Gui for a while and then put it into the comic book.
"Another trump card."
At 8:20 in the morning, Director Luo and Uncle Xu arrived at the park early, accompanied by two men in suits.
"Xiao Chen, let me introduce you. This is my former business partner and college classmate, Mr. Bai from Hanhai Group. We will cooperate with their company to upgrade the equipment in our park." Director Luo's voice was cheerful, but Chen Ge noticed that when he introduced the man, his eyes were very calm. He did not show any happiness, but rather a hint of worry.
"Old classmate, this is the general manager of our park's haunted house - Chen Ge." Director Luo introduced Chen Ge to President Bai again.
"He is Chen Ge?" President Bai looked Chen Ge up and down and nodded kindly: "It's amazing that he can run such a large haunted house by himself and think of those exquisite and terrifying scenes. It's really amazing."
He extended his hand to Chen Ge: "If there is a chance, we can cooperate more deeply."
Chen Ge looked at the man's face and felt it was somewhat familiar. After thinking for a long time, he remembered that he had seen a photo on the phone of the engineer in the Virtual Future Park. It seemed to be a party scene, and Mr. Bai was among them.
How come someone who was involved with Virtual Future Park suddenly came to cooperate with New Century Park?
With doubt in his eyes, Chen Ge looked at Director Luo calmly.
The other party understood what he meant, pressed his palm down lightly, and then pointed at himself, indicating that Chen Ge knew all these things and could just leave it to him.
Mr. Luo is a successful businessman, so it is better to let businessmen handle matters between them.
Chen Ge did not say anything more. He always felt that Director Luo had his own plan and wanted to take advantage of the other party while preventing the other party's conspiracy from succeeding.
"I hope everything goes well."
Watching them leave, Chen Ge felt a sense of urgency from Director Luo. If the virtual future park hadn't put too much pressure on him, he probably wouldn't have taken such a risky move.
"It seems that I have to speed up my progress and complete the other tasks in the eastern suburbs first. If there is resistance, just feed them to Zhang Ya and Bai Qiulin." After two days of slacking off, Chen Ge felt that he could not go on like this.
At nine o'clock, the park opens and a new day officially begins.
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In the corridor of a residential area in the eastern suburbs, Wenwen was clinging to the door with both hands, crying loudly, her big eyes filled with tears, which was heartbreaking to see.
"I've already promised you to go to the amusement park. Now you have to fulfill your promise to me and go to school obediently." The woman in professional attire squatted beside Wenwen and wanted to carry her down, but Wenwen grabbed the door and refused to let go.
Although Wenwen's father himself suffers from a disease and his intelligence is far below that of ordinary people, for a father, loving his daughter is more like a biological instinct.
He was a little shaken and wanted to stop Wenwen's aunt.
"Brother, I feel sorry for Wenwen too, but if you don't want her to become like you in the future, it's better to let her go to school!" The woman's words were a bit harsh and touched the man's sore spot.
The last thing this father wants is for his daughter to become like him.
He stopped and did not save the little girl.
"I'm doing this for your own good. I will be old one day, too. If Wenwen can't live on her own, what will happen to you two when I'm old?" Wenwen's aunt picked up the little girl, picked up her schoolbag on the ground, and forcibly took her downstairs.
"When you get to school, listen to your teacher and don't argue with your classmates." The woman took Wenwen on the bus. The little girl seemed to have given up resisting. She hugged her schoolbag and lowered her head unhappily.
Half an hour later, the woman sent Wenwen to a private rehabilitation school where there were many patients similar to Wenwen, as well as some children with ADHD and other congenital diseases.
"Teacher Wen, I'm leaving the child in your care." The woman loved Wenwen from the bottom of her heart. She gave her several instructions before leaving, and she was worried that the little girl would be bullied.
"Is it still the same as before? Will you come and pick me up in the evening?" The speaker was a plump female teacher who wore glasses and had short hair. She looked to be around forty years old and had a soft voice.
"Well, thank you for your help." The woman looked back every few steps and finally got in the car and left. She still had to go to work.
Wenwen never looked back at the woman from beginning to end, and she seemed very unhappy.
"Let's go in." The woman put her hand on Wenwen's shoulder and gently pushed her forward.
Entering from the main gate, there is a special school inside.
The school covers a small area and is divided into two areas, indoor and outdoor. At this time, in the small outdoor playground, a male teacher was leading several children to do rehabilitation exercises.
The movements were not difficult, but the ways in which the children performed them were all very strange. However, the scene in front of us would not only not make people laugh, but would also make people feel a little sad.
Wenwen seemed to hate this strange environment. She knocked the woman's hand off her shoulder and took out a water bottle from her schoolbag.
She didn't drink the water either, she just opened the lid so that she could see directly into the water.
Teacher Wen had seen Wenwen's strange behavior before, so she didn't stop her and led Wenwen into the room.
Rows of plastic tables and chairs with wrapped edges were placed in the middle, and a female teacher who was also wearing glasses was explaining something to the students below.
"Xiao Zhu, find a place for her. I have something else to do. I'll go get busy now."
"Okay." The female teacher had also seen Wenwen. When she saw the girl, her brows frowned slightly, but quickly returned to normal.
She arranged the girl to sit at the back, and neither side paid any attention to the other, which meant out of sight, out of mind.
Sitting in the last row, the girl lay on the table. She didn't take out the textbooks from her schoolbag. She just stared blankly at the water in the bottle and talked to herself, as if she was talking to the bottle.
Her voice was very low and the classroom was quite noisy, so no one heard it at first. It was not until the female teacher pointed to the animal pictures on the projector and asked the students to come up and answer the questions that the classroom slowly quieted down.
Most people kept their mouths shut, only Wenwen was still stuttering while communicating with Aquarius. When the female teacher heard her voice, she became a little angry.
"Liu Wenwen, can you tell us what kind of animal this is?"
The little girl heard someone calling her name and looked up blankly. She felt a little uneasy when she found that everyone was looking at her.
"Don't you know? What about this one?" The female teacher changed the picture and a frog appeared on it.
Wenwen still didn't say anything. She didn't know what to do and her palms were covered in sweat.
"I've told you many times that this is a frog. Why can't you remember?" The female teacher walked down from the podium and looked at the little girl. She became angrier and angrier. "You hold a bottle of water every day and never drink a sip. When someone drinks your water, you scratch their face. I really doubt the doctor's diagnosis of you is wrong."
The female teacher didn't like Wenwen very much. She pointed at the picture on the projection and said, "I'll tell you again, that's a frog. Remember it?"
The girl still didn't speak, her eyes fixed on the water bottle on the table.
"Don't you want to talk?" The female teacher grabbed Wenwen's arm and asked her to stand in the aisle between two rows of desks: "Come on, do the movements in the picture again."
Wenwen still didn't respond. Finally, after the female teacher's constant signaling, she seemed to understand what the other party meant. Comparing herself to the frog in the picture, she squatted on the ground, pressed her hands on the ground, and supported her body with her limbs.
"Remember this movement, this is a frog. I will ask you again in the next class." The female teacher asked Wenwen to return to her seat and continued the class.
Wenwen brushed the dust off her hands, stood up and lay down on the table again, staring at the water bottle. The bottle had not been touched by anyone, but the water surface inside began to shake by itself, and a black hair that had sunk to the bottom of the cup floated upwards.
The morning classes ended quickly, and after lunch, the rehabilitation school began to organize students to take a nap.
Wenwen was still arranged in the corner. She didn't cry or make a fuss. She held her water bottle and schoolbag and walked to her bed obediently.
She threw her schoolbag at her feet and placed the cup of water next to her pillow.
About half an hour later, when the children fell asleep one after another, the teacher on rounds entered the room.
When she walked to Wenwen, she found an uncovered water cup next to the child.
"Why is there still a hair in here?" The female teacher picked up the cup, poured the water in it into the bathroom, and then put the cup on the cabinet next to the bed.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the children were woken up one after another. When Wenwen opened her eyes, she first looked at the water cup on the bedside, but she saw nothing.
She looked everywhere anxiously and finally found that the cup was placed on the cabinet, but the water in it had been poured out.
“Bang!”
Wenwen threw the water cup to the ground, and there was no hair in it. Wenwen burst into tears loudly.
At this time, the female teacher named Xiaozhu was talking to the male teacher. The two of them were leaning close to each other, talking and laughing.
They were chatting happily when they suddenly heard Wenwen crying. The female teacher was a little impatient: "It's her again. I suspect this girl doesn't have congenital dementia, but acquired mental illness."
Pushing open the door, the woman walked to the girl. She had no idea what was wrong with Wenwen and there was no way to communicate with her.
After she cleaned up the quilt crumbs on the floor, she saw that Wenwen was still crying, so she took Wenwen out of the room and locked her in another room.
"Don't disturb the other children. Calm down first. I'll come find you when you've cried enough."