It was the first time that Chen Ge saw such a woman. She was abnormally beautiful.

There is almost no flaw in her appearance and body, and that is also the most terrifying thing.

Chen Ge recalled the case introduction about Han Baoer, the patient living in room 6 who suffered from body dysmorphic disorder.

They always exaggerate their physical flaws, strongly believe that some part of their body is not good-looking, and even take extreme actions to this end.

The case mentioned that this perfect woman wanted to cut off her fingers while in hospital because she couldn't trim her nails symmetrically.

She has the most perfect appearance, but her heart has long become different from that of a normal person. Rather than saying she is a beautiful woman, it is better to say that she is a monster in the most beautiful human skin.

Since she appeared, the atmosphere in the house was completely different from before, and all the lights were turned off.

In the darkness, skinny children crawled out from under her feet, each of them connected to her by a faint blood thread.

"Are these what you rely on?" Chen Ge took a step back. He scanned the area with his eyes and found that there was no red clothes. His heart dropped back into his stomach: "There are a lot of them. It must be a heavy burden for you to raise so many little ghosts."

"They were all my children, so I can make them obedient." Han Baoer's words were very meaningful. She looked at the little ghosts on the ground and on Li Zheng's body, her eyes full of pain.

"Child?" Chen Ge looked at the little ghosts. One or two of them had faces similar to Han Baoer's. He vaguely understood something and felt a chill. "It seems that you are really ill."

"Yeah, if I wasn't sick, why would I be with these dirty things, why would I talk to you stinking people?" Han Baoer scratched her arm with her nails. All the wounds were neat and tidy, and blood oozed out, looking at a kind of cruel beauty: "I hate all dirty things, but unfortunately the world itself is dirty. The best way I can think of is to use these dirty things to destroy this dirty world."

As the blood dripped, the red line between her and the little ghosts became more obvious.

"I don't know what you've been through, so I'm not qualified to comment on your actions. Maybe you have your reasons for doing this, but that doesn't mean you're right." Chen Ge turned on the repeater and reached out to grab the handle of the skull crusher. "You guys in the Ghost Story Association are all crazy. You want to relieve your inner pain and choose to heal yourself. I can understand that, but the treatment you use is wrong."

"Treatment method?" Han Baoer pulled the red bloodshot in her hand.

"You're living too hard, it's time to let go."

"You are quite calm? I guess you must be very scared and pretend to be calm in order to wait for the police to rescue you, right?" Han Baoer thought she had seen through Chen Ge's tricks, so she stopped talking to Chen Ge and directed the little ghost on the ground to rush towards him.

At the same time, Qiu Meng also picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table, but he consciously did not approach Han Baoer, and went around to the other side like a servant.

"Except for the ghost lying on the policeman's shoulder, you can do whatever you want with the others." Chen Ge leaned against the wall. He had no way to retreat, but he didn't look anxious at all.

He spoke calmly to the air, as if he was a frightened madman, talking to himself.

Those ghost children were crawling on the ground very fast and there were a lot of them. When they were about to surround them, a blood-red figure quietly appeared and stepped on the little ghosts on the ground, turning them into black smoke.

Xu Yin's hands hung down, blood oozing from the wounds, dripping down his red coat onto the ground.

"Red clothes?! Isn't the red clothes on you falling asleep?" The blood line between Han Baoer and the ghost children began to tremble. Her ghost children were afraid, and the emotions of fear were transmitted to her, causing her to blurt out without much thought.

"It seems that you have recognized me a long time ago." Chen Ge was a little surprised. After all, it was the first time he met Han Baoer.

But on second thought, it made sense. There were only two people left in the Ghost Story Association, and the president would definitely tell Han Baoer about Chen Ge's information.

"You have always had two red clothes on your body!" The bloodshot threads controlled by Han Baoer trembled even more violently, as if those little ghosts wanted to break free.

"Yeah, I never said I only have one red dress, right?"

Chen Ge asked Xu Yin to deal with Han Baoer, and he took out the skull crusher from his backpack. He clenched his hands, and blood was swirling on the ferocious hammer head.

"The space is narrow, and it's a bit difficult to use such a big hammer. Forget it, I won't worry about it."

Facing a fitness coach who was much taller and bigger than him, Chen Ge did not dare to be careless at all. He flipped through the comic book and called out the English teacher, the gambler and Lao Zhou.

The situation changed in an instant. Qiu Meng tightly grasped the palm-sized fruit knife, sweating profusely: "Who are you?"

"I'm just a haunted house owner." Chen Ge glanced outside the corridor and said, "We can't waste any more time. We must handle everything before the police arrive."

Chen Ge and the three ghosts in the comic book attacked at the same time, and soon the room was filled with the screams of men and the sound of bones breaking.

There was the sound of a door opening in the corridor, as if a nearby neighbor wanted to come over to check. Chen Ge quickly ran to the door and locked the security door under Qiu Meng's desperate gaze.

"At least now no one can save you before the police arrive."

Chen Ge first used Yan Danian's ability to drag the cell phone ghost into the comic book, and then ignored Xu Yin and let him do it.

Now Xu Yin no longer eats ordinary ghosts. He follows Chen Ge's instructions and chases those little ghosts all over the house.

Those ghost children were connected to Han Baoer by blood, and every time one was killed, a baby's handprint would appear on her body.

Even though they were far away, Chen Ge could still sense the strong resentment in the handprint. In fact, the person Han Baoer's children wanted to take revenge on the most was her.

"They are your children. You shouldn't impose your misfortune on them."

Chen Ge looked at Han Baoer. Sometimes beauty is also a sin, because in this world where the sun doesn't shine, there is still selfishness and ugliness.

Chen Ge was not quite sure why Han Baoer was driven crazy, but he knew that behind every madman there was a painful memory that was the root cause of their collapse.

It is precisely because of the painful memory that cannot be erased that they will use more crazy and cruel means to seek redemption.

There were more and more baby handprints on Han Baoer's body. Those dead ghost children seemed to want to drag their mother into hell as well.

The blood threads broke one by one, and when the last child ghost was killed by Xu Yin, Han Baoer finally couldn't bear it anymore. She fell to the ground holding her head, and the handprints of children appeared on her originally perfect facial features.