My House of Horrors

Chen Ge's Supernatural Phenomena Research Institute already has four members, Wang Yicheng, whose legs and feet are not good, Zhang Ju, whose face is disfigured, looking for the weekly map of the art club, and Zhu Long, who is impulsive and does not move.

Each member has a distinct personality. If Chen Ge is really a school teacher, then their community must be very interesting.

Unfortunately, this is not the case. Chen Ge wants to get useful information from them, but he does not want to use those children completely.

As far as he can, Chen Ge will help these students recall those lost memories and try to take them away.

Through the square, several members of the Supernatural Research Society gathered together.

Everyone looked at each other and there was a very rude vocabulary in their minds. This association is like an orphanage. All members are students of other associations.

"White teacher, don't tell me, this is all members of our community." Zhou Tu originally wanted to join the art club, and added a society like this, he felt like he was pit.

The atmosphere was awkward, and Wang Yicheng and Zhang Ju, both of whom had defects in their bodies, had their eyes turned away. They dared not answer. Zhu Long did not matter, and even became more curious about the association.

"You guessed it, but I suggest you pay attention to your tone. After a while, you will find out how lucky it is to join this club." Chen Ge’s voice is full of pride: "Everyone in this community is personally invited by me. Everyone here is different. My society does not need ordinary people, only extraordinary people can join."

Zhou Ping heard Chen Song’s words and turned his eyes. If he had not signed the application form on the entry section, he would probably leave immediately.

"I know that you still don't believe what I said, and doubt the meaning of our community." Chen Ge looked at several students: "I don't like to use words to convince others. After starting the club activities, I will use the facts. Restore a real world for you."

Chen Ge’s serious expression is not like a joke, and several students are quiet.

"Before I let you see the real world, I want to ask a question, what is the world in your eyes?" Chen Ge wants to know the past of these children and see if they can find out from their memories. The clues.

Wang Yicheng’s first opening, he once again told his past, followed by Zhu Long, followed by Zhang Ju.

Before going to high school, Zhang Ju was just a very ordinary child. He studied hard and was admitted to a good university. His life trajectory has been arranged until the end of the college entrance examination.

That night he and his friends went to sing, the karaoke fire broke out, and Zhang Ju and his friends were trapped in the box.

When he was rescued, his cheeks and scalp were burned, leaving a scar of sputum.

Zhang Ju has been at home for two months, receiving psychological counseling and treatment, and finally adjusting his mentality. He chose to face himself again and come to the university to report.

This story is very inspirational, but Chen Ge has heard some questions from it.

“Do you remember what happened when you were hospitalized for treatment?” It is reasonable to say that this memory should be the pain in the heart of Zhang’s heart, but he did not have any fluctuations in his expression when he spoke, as if this happened to someone else. On the body, and he is just a bystander.

Regarding his experience in hospitalization, Zhang Ju said that the interruption is continuous, Chen Ge can see that the other party is not deliberately concealing, it is really impossible to remember.

"Zhang Ju was in the holiday after the end of the college entrance examination. When Wang Yicheng told his story, the memory of the last holiday was very vague, and Zhu Long was also the same."

Chen Ge looked at the children in front of him. He had a guess in his heart. These students did not forget what happened in the last summer vacation, but they died in the summer vacation.

Obsession with all the memories, whether it is good or bitter, has all been preserved, so they will remember a lot of things that happened before, but they have forgotten that summer vacation.

"White teacher, are you not feeling well?" Zhou Tu, who is very smart and knows how to look at it, found that Chen Ge didn't look very good after listening to the stories of several students. He quickly asked: "Or today's club activities. Even if you are, go back to rest early."

"I have already known a few of them in the past, what about you?" Chen Ge's expression returned to normal.

"I am very ordinary. I usually study, draw, eat, sleep, and I haven't even talked about love. I really have nothing to say." Zhou Tu spread his hands and he felt that he was the most normal one in this club.

"You didn't tell me, have you been repeating a dream recently?"

"That should be said here?" Zhou Tu apparently did not want to tell his secrets to so many people.

"I won't force you. If you think you can say it, you can't say it."

"There is nothing that can't be said..." Zhou Tu also wanted to rely on Chen Ge to find the art club. In his opinion, this strange supernatural research society is just a stepping stone: "I came to the school to report earlier, since moving into the dormitory. Every night, I always dream of the same dream. I dreamed that I was sitting in a studio with a wall full of oil paintings. The atmosphere was very depressed. There were another 12 people around me. We were all painting. ""

“The oil painting room? There are thirteen painters in it?” Chen Ge thought of the scene he saw in the night school experimental building. He found that he might really be a treasure this time. Zhou can dream of oil painting indoors. Something shows that he used to go to that place before, and even personally created a painting, but for some reason, he forgot all of these things.

"Yes, that dream is getting clearer and clearer, it seems like I have experienced it myself, but I have no impression at all." Zhou Tu slowly lowered his head: "This feeling is very uncomfortable, I wake up every morning. At the time, I was holding a pen to restore this dream. I tried to paint something in my dream, but I couldn’t find the oil painting material, so I always wanted to report to the art club."

After listening to Zhou Tu, Chen Ge nodded. After he indulged for a moment, he said: "If I said that I have seen you dream about that scene, do you believe it?"

"have you seen?"

"Yes, it's in this school!" Chen Ge is very sure: "If you really want to go, I can take you over, but you have to promise me a condition."

"What conditions?" Zhou Tu’s voice changed, only he knew how incredible the dream was.

"From now on, you have to listen to me. This is the premise that I will take you in the past."