Chapter 0433 Number Three

　　The section of the treatment program written on the photo, Chen Ge looked and felt familiar: “When I first received an invitation to the Weird Tales Association, one of the members told me about this, all the photos posted on this wall are of people killed by the Weird Tales Association?”

　　Densely-packed photographs were plastered all over the room, the vast majority of which were taken after the victims’ deaths, the photographs documenting the scenes at the time of their deaths.

　　”Weird Tales Association, victims, underground corpse vault, core area completely fortified by corpses ……”

　　A thread connected in Chen Ge’s mind, and his eyes widened, shocked at the mastermind behind the scene’s masterstroke.

　　”The owner of the underground corpse vault is the president of the Weird Tales Association! He needed to use a large number of corpses, so he went to help the lunatics in the Third Sickness Building, healing them in a more maniacal way, making them his helpers, and in generating one Weird Tales and curing one member after another, he transported all of the people who had died in Weird Tales and constructed his own kingdom of corpses!”

　　The third sickbay was abandoned five or six years ago, and that’s when the old dean disappeared after entering the door.

　　In terms of time, the Weird Tales Association had been active in the shadows of this city for five or six years, and they never touched hard with the police, but just used a bizarre, unexplorable way to leave countless strange tales in this city.

　　Chen Ge took down another photo from the wall, the victim was a woman with a hot body who looked to be in her mid-twenties, and there were a few words written underneath that photo of her as well.

　　”Wednesday, patient number 107.”

　　”Diagnosis: anorexia, depression.”

　　”Treatment plan: decreased estrogen and thyroid hormone secretion, elevated corticosteroid hormones, patient #107 is suffering from a double oppression physically and mentally, and investigations have revealed that she has been teased and fooled by her ‘best friend’ since she was a child because of her size. It is recommended that a special appetizer be prepared for the patient with the ingredient being that best friend of hers.”

　　”Follow-up feedback: patient 107 has been successfully cured of anorexia, depression is in mild remission, but is suspected to be suffering from a new psychiatric disorder, with the condition of being able to cook all her favorite things in a pot.”

　　”Treatment plan: to be determined, it is recommended to reabsorb as a member of the association to start a second treatment.”

　　Those illnesses and treatment plans written in the narrative on the second photo reminded Chen Ge of the radio anchor who had come to the Weird Tales Association with him in the first place – Lychee.

　　The story that radio anchor told on Wednesday night was related to cooking and swallowing.

　　”The treatment of the Weird Tales Association is indeed a bit unreliable, they are not curing the patients, but making demons, forcing the living into the abyss step by step.”

　　Lychee was a good example, she started out as an anorexic and developed all the way back to becoming a monster straight away.

　　Standing in the middle of the room, looking at the picture on the wall, Chen Ge suddenly felt that the craziest person was actually the president of the Weird Tales Association.

　　After doing so many crazy things, he was still able to remain absolutely calm and sane, writing new diagnostic programs, the world in this person’s eyes seemed to already be different from normal people.

　　”A large portion of Jiujiang’s annual missing persons are estimated to be here.”

　　Each photo represented a victim, but most of these victims were also to blame, such as the middle-aged man who abused his child and pressed him into the sink, or Lychee’s childhood “best friend”.

　　All deaths happen for a reason, and they have a reason to be killed, but it’s a reason not for the law, but for the patients themselves.

　　Those who live are the patients’ lifelong demons, and an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth is the most direct and brutal form of treatment.

　　In the beginning, the Weird Tales Society may have really just been a mutual aid organization for the mentally ill, but as time went on, everything changed.

　　The mad ones were not cured, and their sick worldview was gradually recognized as they wallowed in the darkness, believing themselves to be the truly sane ones.

　　Sane, crazy people with their own perceptions were the most terrifying, and the Weird Tales Association itself happened to be composed of such a group of crazy people.

　　Chen Ge swept his gaze over the photos, as if he could see a painful, struggling past, and could see another completely different earth.

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

　　Knowing that the white cat had made a discovery, Chen Ge pressed his palm on the wall that was completely covered with photographs, and after half a day of fumbling, he finally found a hidden door handle.

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

　　If the room outside was similar to an exhibition room, this room inside should be where the president himself worked.

　　Two tables were placed side by side, filled with various materials and books, and everything was tidied up in a well-organized manner.

　　The clean and tidy environment would even make one forget for a moment that this was in the middle of an underground corpse vault.

　　Casually flipping through those materials and notes, the president’s words were beautiful, but reading them would make people cold, there were all kinds of strange stories recorded inside, and behind every strange story there was often a prediction of a person’s life.

　　”These should be all the crimes committed by the Weird Tales Association over the past five or six years.”

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

　　”There’s another door?”

　　Chen Ge walked over and moved the bookshelf out of the way, and just as he had guessed, there was another door behind the bookcase.

　　Pushing the door open, this time, the white cat did not go in, but instead barked at the door, as if it was trying to tell Chen Ge something.

　　Seeing that the white cat was behaving abnormally, Chen Ge didn’t rush in, he stood at the door and looked inside.

　　There was a double bed in this innermost room, and there were several photographs pasted on the wall directly opposite the bed.

　　The first one was taken in a certain summer, it was old, and there were three not-so-old children in the photo.

　　The girl looked pure and lovely, she stood in the middle of the two boys, looking rather helpless to discourage the two boys who were having a heated argument.

　　The second photo was taken one winter, the three children, who had grown up a little, were standing underneath a certain apartment building.

　　The girl looks at the burning apartment building and cries out as she tries to rush into the building, only to be stopped by the two boys and the adults around her.

　　The third photo is much clearer, the three children have grown up, the girl is getting more beautiful and is sitting between the other two with a big grin on her face holding her textbook.

　　One of those two boys was chatting with the girl, while the other, slightly more mute, moved farther away as he craned his head to look at the cup on the table.

　　The photo was taken from the side, just enough to see the shallow figure of the girl reflected in the boy’s cup.

　　The fourth photo was a wedding photo, the mousy boy was nowhere to be seen and only two people were left in the photo.

　　The last photo hangs right next to the wedding photo, the girl is the only one in the frame, it is a black and white posthumous photo.