After the woman's story was finished, Chu Ping glanced at her and seemed to feel that the woman seemed different from before. The panic look just now had disappeared, and was replaced by eyes with a little bit of madness and desire.
"As expected, everyone who comes here is crazy."
Chu Ping sighed again.
"Pah-pah-pah-"
The interviewer with a crying face took the lead in applauding.
"Wonderful, wonderful story. Your story is probably the best story I have heard recently."
Seeing that her story was affirmed by the interviewer with a crying face, the woman didn't have much reaction. Instead, she looked at No. 8 sitting opposite.
Like a child waiting to be praised.
No. 8 seemed to be a little afraid of the Crying Face interviewer, the acting president, so he did not speak, but nodded slightly to express his affirmation.
After receiving No. 8's approval, the woman's happy expression was beyond words.
Chu Ping saw all this clearly, and he couldn't help but start to guess about the relationship between the woman and No. 8.
"These two people should know each other in real life... The woman looks like a pet raised by No. 8, she seems very well-behaved in front of him."
While Chu Ping was thinking about messy things, he suddenly felt as if someone was watching him.
Turning around to look, he realized that No. 8 was already looking at him.
"That newcomer wearing a kindergarten mask, do you have a story to tell?"
After No. 8 came in from Chu Ping, he always seemed to be against him. This made Chu Ping feel a little baffled.
"Have I been recognized?"
Chu Ping touched the mask on his face and made sure it was still intact on his face, and then felt a little relieved.
Chu Ping glanced at the crying interviewer slightly. After all, he was the one he invited. As the acting president, he should always give himself some privileges.
But what disappointed Chu Ping was that the crying face interviewer didn't seem to be planning to give Chu Ping the green light, and seemed to be looking forward to the story Chu Ping would bring.
"Before telling the story, I want to ask a question."
Chu Ping was asking questions on the surface, but in his heart he was thinking about what kind of story he would tell later.
Although Chu Ping experienced a lot of things during this period, most of them were related to the association and the Eastern Suburbs Mental Hospital. Due to the awkward relationship between the Weird Talk Association and Yu Fei, Chu Ping's feelings towards
The content of the story has to be thought about carefully.
"You talk a lot."
Number 8 seemed a little impatient. If possible, Number 8 would have cleared Chu Ping out when Fatty left the room.
The interviewer with a crying face said, "Just tell me."
"How do you treat people in the association? You can't just tell stories."
In fact, Chu Ping had this question from the beginning, but he didn't find a chance to ask it.
The interviewer with a crying face hesitated for a moment, obviously he did not expect Chu Ping to ask this question.
"We will treat them in our own way."
The interviewer's answer with a crying face was very ambiguous, which made Chu Ping's curiosity rise again.
"What way?"
This time the interviewer with a crying face seemed to have guessed the question Chu Ping was going to ask, and answered directly: "We will distinguish the illness classification of the person seeking help. For example, the association once asked a little boy for help because he was not sick, but
The kind of person who always thinks that he is sick, he always feels that there is something wrong with his legs. For his situation, we will formulate a targeted plan, first discount his legs, so that his psychological cognition and
Physical cognitive synchronization and then treatment for him.
In this way, his disease was cured.
There is another kind of person who is really sick, and has a very clear self-awareness, and knows very well that he is sick... In fact, there are many people in this situation, so our treatment plan is to liberate the nature."
Crying Face Mask's words stopped abruptly, and instead he looked up at Chu Ping, as if asking him what type of illness he should have.
"I remember you said before that there is another condition."
Chu Ping could feel the red shadow behind the crying interviewer about to move.
As Chu Ping, who has experienced No. 44 Xingfu Road, he was lucky enough to see the interviewer with a crying face take action. The huge fear caused by the red shadow has not been completely erased from the bottom of his heart.
"There is another type of person who wants to get sick. For such people, we will try our best to meet their requirements, but these people are still in the minority."
After Chu Ping heard this, he secretly glanced at the female newcomer.
"It seems that she falls into the third category. She is indeed a lunatic."
When Chu Ping said this, he seemed to have completely forgotten the fact that he was actually almost a lunatic.
"What will happen if I don't come over today?"
"You seem to have a lot of questions."
The red shadow behind the crying interviewer slowly emerged, and wisps of red threads were baring their teeth and claws at Chu Ping, as if they were about to rush over.
"You can start telling your story."
The interviewer's voice turned cold, as if he was angry because Chu Ping talked too much just now.
"The story I'm going to tell also happened to a friend of mine.
At midnight in the city, a mysterious paradise will open, and that paradise is only open to ghosts.
My friend was just a student. Because of his personality, he was always bullied by his classmates. His parents always scolded him and scolded him. So on that rainy night, my friend ran away from home. In fact, he didn't really run away from home.
, I just want to be alone for a while.
But as if God was joking with him, it started to rain.
My friend was stubborn and didn't want to go home, so he wandered aimlessly on the street in the rain.
I don't know whether my friend's luck was good or bad. At midnight, the heavy rain stopped. At the same time, he also discovered the paradise only open to ghosts.
The park is very large and has complete entertainment facilities. My friend stood outside and watched. He didn't understand why there were people playing inside so late.
The Ferris wheel turned slowly, bursts of laughter came from the carousel, and there was also the clown who kept distributing balloons to the children.
But what my friend found strange was the staff inside the park. Perhaps because of the darkness, the faces of the staff could not be seen clearly, as if they were covered by a layer of mist.
The staff stood upright in the park, like trees arranged neatly, as if they were out of place in this park."
We provide you with the fastest update of "I Have a Promise with the Ghost" by the great master Hu Buguai. In order that you can check the fastest update of this book next time, please be sure to save the bookmarks!
Chapter 312 The Association’s Treatment Methods is free to read.
