"I know you want to take care of him yourself, but is this really good for the child? The teachers at the Special Needs Academy are more experienced than us. They have a whole set of scientific methods to help children with rehabilitation training..."
"How do you know I haven't contacted the school for Xiang Nuan?" The woman seemed to have a hidden meaning in her words: "The teachers and doctors in those schools treated Xiang Nuan as an autistic child, but I don't think Xiang Nuan is autistic, although some of his symptoms are very similar to autism."
Chen Ge didn't know how to evaluate this mother. She was very perceptive. If Chen Ge guessed correctly, Xiang Nuan was indeed not autistic. He was just deprived of something by the ghost fetus.
This child is irritable, rigid, unable to communicate, and always shuts himself off in his own world. His behaviors are difficult for ordinary people to understand, and he occasionally does things that hurt others and himself.
He seemed to be in great pain, but no one in the world except his mother could truly understand that kind of pain, and even his mother didn't quite know what he was going through at the moment.
"Xiang Nuan is very afraid of strangers. He has a deep fear of everyone, as if everyone wants to hurt him." The woman went into the house and changed into a base layer of clothes. She held the previous clothes in her hand. The shoulder was stained with blood. It can be seen that Xiang Nuan bit very hard: "I suspect that Xiang Nuan has paranoid delusions, but the doctor told me that this is impossible. Xiang Nuan has not even established the concept of danger, so he will not have the hypothesis of being persecuted."
"Did the doctor tell you how to treat Xiang Nuan?"
"The doctor also suggested that I send Xiang Nuan to a special education school for medication treatment, but..." The woman hesitated for a long time before finally speaking out, "Xiang Nuan often gets sick because of some very small things. He will bite and smash everything around him, showing obvious aggression. Other children in special education schools can recover quickly with the help of professional teachers after getting sick, but Xiang Nuan is different. All teachers and doctors are powerless. Apart from using large doses of medicine, only I can make him calm down."
Putting the bloody clothes into the washing machine, the woman sighed softly: "I have visited all the special education schools in Hanjiang. At first, there were schools willing to accept her. Later, all the schools knew about Xiang Nuan's situation, and gradually no school was willing to help. They were not afraid that Xiang Nuan would hurt the staff and teachers, but they were afraid that Xiang Nuan would hurt herself and would not be able to explain to me. Of course, this may also be their polite words."
The woman and Chen Ge were standing in the bedroom. Xiang Nuan was sitting on the floor, playing with two chopsticks as if no one was around. He placed one chopstick on top of the other, then pulled out the lower chopstick, repeating the process over and over again.
"There are obvious obstacles in verbal communication, repetitive and weird movements, low cognitive function, and few facial expressions. These are all manifestations of autism. What happened to Xiang Nuan?" Chen Ge wanted to figure it out. He looked around the room: "When you went out to work, did you leave Xiang Nuan alone at home? Where is the child's father?"
"Xiang Nuan's father died of illness when he was very young."
"Feel sorry."
"It's been several years. I'm used to it now." The woman squatted beside the bed and dragged out a black cloth package from under the bed. When she opened it, she found hundreds of wooden chopsticks neatly placed inside.
"What are you doing?"
"I told you that Xiang Nuan is different from other children. He doesn't like toys. Instead, he likes to play with wooden sticks and chopsticks. I don't know why. When I'm busy at work, I pour out all the chopsticks and he can play with them all day long." Looking at Xiang Nuan quietly playing with chopsticks, the woman smiled unconsciously: "He's quite cute like this."
"How did you find out that he likes playing with chopsticks?" Chen Ge was somewhat curious about Xiang Nuan's hobby.
"One time when I was eating, I took an extra pair of chopsticks, and I saw Xiang Nuan stick the extra chopsticks into the rice, and then kept staring at the chopsticks."
"Two chopsticks are inserted vertically into the white rice. Usually, the deceased will be given this bowl of rice on the seventh day after his death." Chen Ge tried to interpret it, but the woman rolled her eyes.
"I'll tell you again, I don't believe in those ghost legends."
She dumped all the chopsticks next to Xiang Nuan and let him play with them by himself: "Usually when I take him to the reservoir, I will take out all the chopsticks for him and put them all over the room. I forgot to do that this morning because I left in such a hurry."
Xiang Nuan was playing with chopsticks in the bedroom alone, very focused. Chen Ge took this opportunity to ask the woman many questions, but he didn't get much.
Compared with other children chosen by the ghost fetus, Xiang Nuan has never been exposed to any external stimulation. His life is very simple, and he has only come into contact with a handful of strangers.
Chen Ge was unable to judge the most desperate thing in the child's heart, so he had no way to gain the upper hand in the world behind the door.
In the evening, Chen Ge left the woman's house and returned to New Century Park.
Tonight is the last night of the Nether Embryo Four-Star Trial Mission. Life or death depends on today.
In a last-ditch effort, Chen Ge put all the evil ghost employees into a comic book. In addition to the obsession with not having any fighting power, he even did not let go of the white cat.
"The world behind the door is woven from the memories of the person who pushed the door. The fundamental reason why all evil spirits appear is because of obsession, and obsession itself is a memory containing strong emotions. So when entering behind a certain door, the red-clothed person and the evil spirits will be bound by the rules behind the door. Only by getting rid of the restrictions of the memory behind the door can they appear in the world behind other people's doors. But the white cat is not within this range. It is just a cat. The rules against evil spirits behind the door cannot restrict it at all."
Normally, Chen Ge felt that it was too dangerous behind the door, and there was no need for the white cat to take risks with him. Besides, he didn't think a cat could help him turn the tables, but Ying Tong's scene behind the door woke him up.
Any help behind the door must be strived for. Besides, the white cat has swallowed the blood prepared by the Ghost Story Association for Red Clothes. Chen Ge always feels that the potential of this cat has not been stimulated yet.
"You stole the precious blood of the Ghost Story Association and got a huge benefit. Now I am the only member of the Ghost Story Association. It's not too much to ask you to do a favor, right?" Chen Ge found a bag to put the white cat in, but he was surprised to find that the bag he used before could no longer fit the white cat: "You seem to have grown bigger?"
When I saw the familiar white cat with a backpack, I wanted to run, but I was still a step too slow.
"I know you won't let me take it all on my own."
Carrying two backpacks, Chen Ge walked out of the staff lounge. He entered the toilet cubicle, looked at the mirror with cracks on it, and then looked at the cubicle door that was sealed with wooden boards.
“What is coming will come. There is no need to be afraid. Fear will only disturb your heart.”
After saying that, Chen Ge lowered his head and looked at his own shadow. It was pitch black there, and he couldn't see anything even with his Yin pupil.
After swallowing Ying Tong's clay sculpture, Chen Ge's shadow changed again. Zhang Ya seemed to have reacted, but she also seemed not to be fully awake.
"I can't care less."
After walking out of the horror house, Chen Ge stood at the door. After hesitating for a moment, he stopped and took out the key to the haunted house door from his pocket and placed it above the guardrail.
"I have a life-and-death relationship with those employees, and I can trust them completely. Even if something happens to me, they will probably know what to do."
Chen Ge took all the evil ghost employees away, but there were still a lot of regrets and obsessions left in the haunted house, such as the students of Muyang Middle School, the students of the Psychic Ghost School, Xiaoxiao's parents, etc.
This is the home they found with great difficulty, and Chen Ge doesn't want them to be homeless again.
After walking out of New Century Park, Chen Ge stood on the roadside and was about to take a taxi when he suddenly felt a chill on his back. He turned his head and saw a young man wearing a baseball cap across the road.
The brim of his hat covered the upper half of his face; his eyes and nose could not be seen, but his mouth with a strange smile could be seen.
"No smile? Your height and build seem different from the No smile I saw last time!"
Chen Ge reacted very quickly. Without any hesitation, he reached into his backpack and pressed the switch of the repeater.
The light from the street lamps was distorted, and the noisy road became much quieter.
The young man in the baseball cap did not expect that Chen Ge would summon the man in red the moment he saw him, not caring about the surrounding environment at all.
The smile on his face froze for a moment, and he quickly hid in the crowd and wanted to leave, but Chen Ge even summoned the man in red, so how could he let him escape again?
"You have to find me at this time? Do you think your life is too long?" Chen Ge was also determined: "If one red-clothed man can't catch you, I will summon two. If two are not enough, I will summon five. Even if a hundred demons parade at night today, I will catch you."
The ghost fetus mission brought a lot of pressure to Chen Ge, and he was not in a very good mood now.
Ordinary people cannot see the red clothes and the evil spirits, they just feel that the temperature of the whole street suddenly drops.
Carrying two large bags, Chen Ge chased after the young man. When he saw him running into the alley, he was no longer worried.
This kind of dark alley with few people is Chen Ge’s favorite. Here he doesn’t have to worry about anything.
"When I chase you, you should run to a crowded place. It would be best if you hide in a police station and never come out again."
Soon the young man was forced into a corner. He still had a smile on his face, but that smile was a little scary.
There was no confrontation, no questioning. The moment Chen Ge caught up with Bu Xiao, he wanted to let the red-clothed man enter his body.
Rather than asking the other person to speak up, he would rather explore it himself in this way.
A monster like Buxiao is neither human nor ghost. Chen Ge has always wanted to figure out what the other party is, so he certainly doesn't want to give up this rare opportunity.
Chen Ge's posture frightened the young man. He seemed to want to say something, but couldn't open his mouth.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."
After Xu Yin and Men Nan entered the young man's body, the young man's facial features were distorted, and the upturned corners of his mouth slowly returned to normal.
He fell to the ground weakly against the wall and soon lost consciousness.
"This guy is a far cry from the one who didn't smile in the cursed hospital."
As the young man fell, a medical record fell out of his pocket.
Compared with the fashionable dress of young people, this tattered medical record seems out of place and must be from many years ago.
"He*, died at 12:00 a.m. on *th day of *th month of *th year. Cause of death: Sudden heart attack due to excessive shock in the haunted house."
"Those who have received the medical records please hand them over to Chen Ge within three days, otherwise you will be the next one."
This medical record is very similar to the boring curse game that used to happen on the Internet, where if you don’t forward it, something bad will happen. It’s written in a very scary way.
Chen Ge has few friends so no one has ever forwarded something like this to him. He has always hoped that someone would forward it to him so that he can lead the ghost employees and work backwards to send a "blessing" to the first person who wrote the curse, so that the other person will know what backlash means.
"He should be the surname of the young man. He died from being frightened while visiting a haunted house. It was written on the back that the medical record should be handed over to me three days after receiving it. My name is on it. The other party's initial target should be me."
"Is he planning to confront me directly? Is he warning me? Or does he want to cooperate with me?"
Chen Ge has met several Bu Xiaos, each with different abilities, but they also have something in common. All of them are extremely treacherous and cunning, and their strength is also very strong. Cooperating with them is undoubtedly courting death, and you never know when they will sell you out.
After a while, Xu Yin and Men Nan left the young man's body. Xu Yin went straight back into the repeater, while Men Nan stayed where he was.
"Did you see the problem?" Chen Ge checked the young man's body and found nothing abnormal.
"This young man has a lot of yin energy. Before Xu Yin and I entered his body, there was another ghost in his body. But that guy was too cunning. When you called us out, he had already left and directly abandoned this young man."
"Does this mean that this young man is possessed by a ghost?"
"Almost. It seems that this young man's mission is to deliver this medical record to you. Once the medical record is delivered to you, their goal will be achieved." Men Nan analyzed the problem clearly and he had the most flexible mind among the people in red.
"I don't want to make enemies with the cursed hospital for the time being. I didn't expect them to come to me on their own initiative." Chen Ge opened his backpack and placed the medical record on his red high heels. Before he opened his mouth to speak, he found that the handwriting on the medical record began to twist, like hair bending and folding, and finally there were only five words left on the whole paper - You die tonight.
Without Chen Ge's call, the red high heels appeared by themselves. Her hand, wrapped in bandages, grabbed the medical record and tried her best to change the handwriting on the medical record.
Her body slowly became illusory, as if after paying a huge price, the word "you" on the medical record was erased.