This was the first time that Chen Ge had seen a woman like this; she was unnaturally beautiful.
Her face and body were flawless, and that was the scariest thing about her.
Chen Ge thought back to Han Bao 'er's case. This patient in Room 6 suffered from Body Dysmorphic Disorder.
She would exaggerate the flaws of her body, and she strongly believed that certain parts of her body were ugly. In fact, she would even resort to extreme measures.
According to the case, this perfect woman had tried to chop off her own finger when she was hospitalized because she could not get her nails to be symmetrical.
She had the most perfect appearance, but her heart was different from a normal person's. Instead of calling her a beautiful woman, she was more like a monster wearing the skin of a beautiful woman.
Ever since she appeared, the atmosphere in the room changed, and all the lights were switched off.
In the dark, thin children crawled out from under her feet. They were all connected to her by a thin blood vessel.
"So, these are what you're relying on?" Chen Ge took a step back. His eyes scanned the area, and when he realized that there were no Red Specters, his heart that had been hanging in the air fell back into place. "There are so many of them. Raising so many ghosts must be a heavy burden on yourself."
"They were once my children, so I can make them listen to me." Han Bao 'er's words had a deeper meaning. She looked at the children on the ground and on Lee Zheng, and her eyes were filled with pain.
"Children?" Chen Ge looked at the children, and one or two of them looked similar to Han Bao 'er. He seemed to understand something, and he felt a chill run down his spine. "Looks like you're seriously ill."
"Yes, if I'm not ill, why would I be with these dirty things, and why would I talk to you people who give off Foul Odor?" Han Bao 'er used her nails to cut open her arms. All the wounds were neat, and blood leaked out. There was a cruel beauty to it. "I hate all dirty things, but the world itself is dirty. The best way I can think of is to use these filthy things to destroy this filthy world. "
The blood dripped, and the red line between her and the children became clearer.
"I don't know what you've been through, so I'm not qualified to comment on what you've done. Maybe you have your reasons, but that doesn't mean you're right." Chen Ge pressed the play button on the recorder and reached out to grab the handle of the hammer. "The people in the Society of Strange Tales are all mad. To relieve the pain in your heart, you choose to heal yourself. I can understand that, but the method you're using is wrong."
"Cure?" Han Bao 'er pulled at the red thread in her hand.
"You're tired of living. It's time to let it go."
"You seem to be quite calm. I'm guessing you must be very scared, and you're pretending to be calm to wait for the police to save you, right? " Han Bao 'er thought she had seen through Chen Ge's trick, so she didn't waste any more time talking to Chen Ge. She directed the ghost to charge at him.
At the same time, Qiu Meng picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table, but he did not get too close to Han Bao 'er. Like a servant, he walked to the other side.
"Other than the ghost on the police officer's shoulder, you can do whatever you want with the rest." Chen Ge leaned against the wall. He had nowhere to run, but he did not look worried at all.
He spoke calmly to the air as if he had gone mad from fear and was talking to himself.
The ghost children crawled on the ground. They were fast, and there were many of them. Just as they were about to surround Chen Ge, a blood red shadow appeared and stomped on the ghost on the ground until it turned into black smoke.
Xu Yin's hands were lowered. Blood leaked out from his wounds, and it dripped down his red shirt to the ground.
"A Red Specter? Didn't the Red Specter on you go into hibernation? " The blood thread between Han Bao 'er and the ghost children started to shake. Her ghost children were afraid, and their fear was transmitted to Han Bao' er. She blurted out without thinking.
"Looks like you recognized me already." Chen Ge was surprised. After all, this was the first time he had met Han Bao 'er.
However, on second thought, it made sense. There were only two people left in the Society of Strange Tales, so the chairperson would have told Han Bao 'er about Chen Ge.
"You've always had two Red Specters on you!" The blood thread that Han Bao 'er controlled shook even harder like the ghosts were trying to escape.
"Yes, but I never said I only had one Red Specter."
Chen Ge had Xu Yin deal with Han Bao 'er while he took out the hammer from his backpack. He gripped it with both hands, and the scary-looking head of the hammer was covered in blood vessels.
"The space is small, and I can't use such a large hammer properly. Oh well, I'll let it slide."
Facing the fitness trainer who was much taller than him, Chen Ge did not dare be careless. He flipped through the comic and summoned the English teacher, the gambler, and Lao Zhou.
The situation changed in an instant. Qiu Meng gripped the palm-sized fruit knife tightly, and cold sweat poured down his face. "Who are you?"
"I'm a Haunted House owner." Chen Ge glanced down the corridor. "We can't waste any more time. We have to deal with everything before the police arrive."
Chen Ge and the three ghosts attacked at the same time. Soon, the room was filled with the man's scream and the sound of bones cracking.
There was the sound of a door opening in the corridor. It sounded like the neighbors were coming to investigate. Chen Ge rushed to the door, and with Qiu Meng's despairing gaze, he locked the door.
"Now, at least before the police arrive, no one will be able to save you."
Chen Ge first used Yan Danian's power to drag the phone spirit into the comic. Then he ignored Xu Yin and let him do whatever he wanted.
Xu Yin was no longer feeding on normal ghosts. He followed Chen Ge's order and chased after the children.
The ghost children were connected to Han Bao 'er's blood. Whenever one was killed, a baby handprint would appear on her body.
Even from afar, Chen Ge could feel the heavy resentment from the handprints. The person Han Bao 'er's children wanted revenge the most was her.
"They are your children. You shouldn't have forced your misfortune on them."
Chen Ge looked at Han Bao 'er. Sometimes, beauty was a sin. In this world, where the sun did not shine, there was selfishness and ugliness.
Chen Ge did not know why Han Bao 'er had gone mad, but he knew that every madman had a painful memory behind them. That was the root of their madness.
It was precisely because of that painful memory that they couldn't erase that they used even crazier and crueler methods to seek redemption.
The baby handprints on Han Bao 'er's body increased. The dead ghost children appeared to want to drag their mother to hell with them.
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