Chapter 241: Who Is the Chairperson?
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
The room was extrely quiet. Even the two who liked to critique the most were quiet. The atmosphere around the dining table was weird. The ten black robes looked at one another, and they seed to be communicating with gazes.
“If that’s not enough, I have other stories.” Chen Ge was buying ti for Zhang Ya. He was not interested in the other mbers; he only had one target that night, which was to capture Zhu Xiu.
“You still have other stories?”
The dining table fell silent again. The first man on the right scratched his head before turning to the fifth person on the left. “No. 5, are all his stories real?”
Everyone then turned to this most mysterious No. 5. The black robe fluttered slightly, and a gender-neutral voice ca from the mask. “I cannot detect any signs of deceit in his words.”
Five ghost stories, all real... what kind of ‘amazing’ life had he led?
“Looks like we have to redo the judging.” The man on the left moved his gaze to fall on the three other new mbers. “All of your stories are amazing, but we can only keep three new mbers.”
He placed his left hand on the table and extended one finger. The second vote had begun. Other people ca to the decision equally quick. Six of them extended one finger.
“You got more than half of the votes.” The man on the left turned to No. 1. “I’m sorry, No. 1, but you can leave now.”
“Leave?” No. 1 started to panic and wanted to say sothing but was cut off by the man on the left.
“You can co back next Wednesday.”
The alert No. 1 was sent out of the room. The birdman had been waiting. When he saw it was not Chen Ge, he was rather surprised.
“Follow .” The birdman led No. 1 away and closed the door.
When the door shut, the first man on the left finished his sentence. “Provided you can survive until the next Wednesday.”
The mont he said that, there was screaming from the corridor and then sothing heavy fell on the floor. No. 2’s legs shook. Earlier, four people had picked him. If there were two more votes, he would have been the one outside.
“Don’t worry, the new mber lives on in another form.” The first man on the left softened his voice. “Welco to the ghost stories society. You will be respectively No. 11, 12, and 13.”
Chen Ge ca in last, so his number was 13. The blood in the shadow behind him grew obvious. Chen Ge, who had survived the first wave of danger, slowly relaxed. The ghost stories society was the hidden mission for the Third Sick Hall. It was related to the world behind the door, and the reward was probably n Nan’s main persona, a Red Specter who could control the opening and closing of the ‘door’.
“I have a question,” the woman who was now No. 12 said. Her emotions had always been light. “The flyer says that I can find a way to soften the pain, so how do I do that?”
“Don’t worry, everyone here has once been in depths of pain. We’re all patients, and the purpose of building this society is to help everyone seek salvation.” The man on the right stared at the woman. “When you tell us three real ghost stories, we’ll find a way to help you according to your situation.”
Chen Ge listened quietly. He had initially thought that this society was a bunch of madn playing with themselves, and he did not expect that it would have such a deep aning behind it.
“How do you expect real ghost stories to happen so often?” When the woman was speaking, she turned to look at Chen Ge with slight alert.
“Ghost stories surround us—you haven’t been paying attention. All the words written on the flyer are real, and many mbers have sought salvation with us. There was once a mber who had been tornted by her stepfather since she was young. She was whipped and drowned, making her fear water very much. After she ca to us, her illness was fixed, and she no longer feared water.”
“How did you cure her?”
“Very simple, we forced her stepfather underwater and had her personally destroy the phobia in her heart.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes, it is that simple. Every one of us is sick, but we suffer from different conditions. The reasons for our illnesses are different. Don’t worry, when it’s your turn, we’ll draft a solution designed for you.” The man on the right’s voice was calm and confident. Chen Ge imagined a trustworthy face under that mask.
“You already know the condition. Once you can tell three real ghost stories, you can demand sothing from us, or you can choose to leave.” The man laughed and added with humor, “And it’ll be real that ti.”
“Three ghost stories?” The woman lowered her head to think.
Listening to their conversation, Chen Ge was shocked. This is not therapy; it’s murder! Then again, only mad n would co up with these therapy thods.
Chen Ge’s gaze swept over everyone at the table. The patients from the Third Sick Hall were probably among them!
The devil from Room 10 and Wu Fei from Room 9, these two were probably the founders of the ghost stories society. They themselves were patients. In fact, Room 10 was filled with records of the devil’s suffering. In a way, no one could empathize with these crazy people more than them.
Since dicine could not solve their pain, they would provide treatnt themselves, using the crazy thod to give crazy people their salvation.
“Every new mber is given the right to ask a question.” The man looked at No. 2 and Chen Ge. “Which one of you would like to go first.”
“I’ve run into so trouble recently. I have the police on my back.” When No. 2 said so, he raised his head to look around. No one reacted; this seed to be sothing common here.
“I can probably guess your problem, another man pushed to the wall.” The man on the left leaned against the back of his chair. “We cannot help you solve that problem, but the society can provide you a place to stay. We can even let you stay forever.”
No. 2 nodded, slightly disappointed.
The room turned back to Chen Ge. “What is your question?”
“My question is simpler.” Chen Ge felt a chill run down his spine. He did not expect the monsters behind the door to work together with the patients from Third Sick Hall to organize sothing like this. After a long pause, he directly stated, “I want to know who the society’s chairperson is.”
“The chairperson?”
The black robes went silent once more. They looked at one another, and in the end, it was the first man on the left who spoke. “Change your question.”
“You cannot tell ?” The more they wanted to hide it, the more interested Chen Ge was.
“It’s not that,” the man on the right said. “We know the chairperson is among the ten of us, but which of us it is, we ourselves do not know.”
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