Chapter 240 Are you here to run for president? (2)
"No. 4, before you speak, I need to remind you."
The first man sitting on the right side of the table turned to look at Chen Ge: "All the stories you tell here must be true. We have our own methods to verify it. If you are making it up, you will suffer corresponding consequences."
punish."
"I understand the rules."
"let's start."
Chen Ge thought for a while and prepared to tell his first story.
"This is a real thing that happened to my friend."
"My friend's surname is Wang. He loves his wife very much, but his wife mysteriously disappeared a few months ago."
"He called the police, searched for his wife on the streets, and posted missing person notices in every corner of the city."
"Everyone felt that he was very pitiful. After the police who assisted him visited and investigated, they also found that he loved his wife very much, almost to the point of doting on her, so they understood his behavior very well."
"But sympathy is sympathy. There are not so many fairy tales in this world."
"After searching for half a year, there is still no news about his wife. The police have given up long ago and are treating her as a missing person. He is the only one who continues to search. This seems to be the only motivation for him to survive."
"He went out very early during the day with a missing person notice and didn't come back until late at night."
"He kept repeating it for a long time, until one day, the hard work paid off, and he suddenly received a message from his wife."
"help me……"
"It was sent from his wife's mobile phone. There were only three words, but it made him feel extremely scared!"
"There is a secret buried in his heart that he has never told outsiders. In fact, his wife's disappearance was caused by him. He killed his wife and hid her."
"He goes out searching every day and exhausts himself, just to numb himself and alleviate the guilt in his heart for his wife."
"But he didn't expect that his dead wife would actually reply to the message."
"He hurriedly took out his wife from the mezzanine of the partition of the old house, drove her and buried her in a remote suburb."
"I thought this matter would end here, but who knew something even more terrifying happened."
"Whenever he wakes up from his sleep, his wife's clothes will appear next to his bed, as if his wife had been here at night!"
"How could the person he buried with his own hands come back?"
"After waking up, he took his tools and headed to the suburbs to send his wife to a farther place."
"But no matter what he does, every time he wakes up, he will find that his wife's things always appear inexplicably."
"His wife seemed to come to life and would run to him when he fell asleep."
"He is getting more and more scared, and he always receives messages from his wife on his mobile phone, but he has no memory of these messages at all. They were all sent after he fell asleep."
"The situation is getting worse and worse. Sometimes when he wakes up in the morning, he will even find that he is wearing the same clothes as his wife when she died."
"He was about to collapse. He felt that the problem still lay with his wife. He drove to the place where his wife was buried and moved her for the last time."
"In order to prevent his wife from coming back to him at night, he came up with a very crazy way. He built his wife into the wall of an old abandoned house."
"Seeing his wife blending into the wall, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his wife would finally stop coming to him."
Chen Ge stopped abruptly at this point: "My story is over."
"It's over?" People on both sides of the dining table were listening intently: "What happens next? What happened to your friend in the end?"
Chen Ge told the story of Wang Qi. He wanted to say that my "friend" finally met me and is now in the police station.
"Have you not finished telling your story?" The man sitting first on the left was a little irritated.
"That's all I know. Any further talk is just fabrication." Chen Ge changed his voice, which sounded a bit old.
Halfway through the story, the man on the left of the table exchanged glances with the others, and they all looked at the fifth man on the left.
The man's whole body was covered in a black robe, with no trace of skin exposed, making him very mysterious.
Sensing the gazes of others, the fifth person on the left said calmly: "I can't see through him, but his story should be true."
"It's a good story, but I don't like this feeling." The first person on the left put his left hand on the table, which seemed to be the way they voted.
Eight of the remaining nine people put their left hands on the table, but the man who liked Chen Ge's mask did not express his opinion.
"One vote abstained, and nine votes agreed. It seems that tonight's staple food has been decided." The man on the left laughed sinisterly, and the other people looked at Chen Ge with evil intentions.
Chen Ge called Zhang Ya in his heart, but there was still no response. He felt that if he didn't do something, something bad would happen.
"Don't worry, this is just my first story." Chen Ge was very calm, and the human skin mask on his face twisted into an ugly smile: "I said, I have many more stories."
The three newcomers in front of them all breathed a sigh of relief, but then became nervous again after hearing what he said.
"Many stories?" The man who liked his mask looked at Chen Ge: "The rule of the Ghost Stories Association is that if you tell three completely true and recognized ghost stories, you can make a request or choose to quit. If you can continue
Tell us two true and strange stories, maybe we will have a new perspective on you."
His statement was also affirmed by others. Only the first man on the right hesitated slightly: "No. 10, you seem to value this newcomer very much?"
"I just think he's interesting."
The men in black robes on both sides of the table seemed to have their own numbers. They never called each other by name, not even by pronouns.
"It is not easy to tell completely true ghost stories. Ordinary people may have collapsed after experiencing it once or twice." The man on the first left took back his left hand: "I hope he is not stupid enough to make it up."
Chen Ge did not interrupt the conversation between several men in black robes. He was just stalling for time.
"Tell me your other stories."
"My second story is still a true incident that happened to my friend."
Chen Gexian tells the story of a young boy, Fan Yu, who witnessed his parents fall into a well and lived with his murderer's aunt and a house full of ghosts.
Then the story of Pen Xian and the girl with depression was told.
He found that Zhang Ya still hadn't woken up, so in order to delay time, he told the story that Men Nan's sub-personality always dreamed of washing her hair at night, and the monster was getting closer and closer.
Finally, he stood in Xu Yin's perspective and told the story of falling in love with a girl and being brutally tortured.
Several stories were completely true. After all were told, all the association members present fell silent.
What kind of life experience is this?
Friends are either crazy or perverted, and one of them will die tragically every few years. The most important thing is that something happened to each of them, and this guy is still running around telling stories. Is he the real mastermind behind this?