My House of Horrors

Chen Gong had never seen a woman like that before. She was a little unusual.

Her appearance hardly reveals any imperfections, and this is also the most terrifying place.

Chen Gong recalled the presentation of the case of Han Bao, a patient living in room 6 suffering from physical deformity phobia.

Always exaggerate physical defects and strongly believe that some parts of your body do not look good, even by taking extreme actions.

It was said in the case that the perfect woman in front of her had tried to sever her fingers during her stay because she could not symmetrically repair her nails.

She had the most perfect appearance, but that heart had long since become different from a normal person, not so much a beautiful woman as a monster in the most beautiful skin.

Since her appearance, the atmosphere in the house has changed dramatically and all the lights have been turned off.

In the dark, a small, dry, skinny child climbed out of her feet, all connected to her by a faint silk.

“These are your battles?” Chen Song took a step backwards, he swept his eyes and found that there was no red coat, his suspended heart fell back into his stomach: “There are a lot of children, raising so many children, it is also a heavy burden on you. ”

“They used to be my children, so I could make them obey.” Han Bao's words were very thoughtful. She looked at the children on the ground and Li Zheng, and her eyes were filled with pain.

“Kid?” Chen Gong looked at the kids, and one or two of them had faces that were roughly similar to Han Bao's. He figured out something and felt a chill: “Looks like you're really sick. ”

“Yeah, if I'm not sick, how can I be with these filthy things and talk to you stinking people?” Han Bao broke his arm with his fingernails, all the wounds were neat, the blood seeped out, and there seemed to be a cruel aesthetic: “I hate all the dirty things, but the world itself is dirty. The best I can think of is to destroy this filthy world with these filthy things. ”

The blood drips, and the red line between her and those kids becomes more obvious.

“I don't know what you've been through, so I'm not qualified to comment on what you've done, maybe you have a reason to, but that doesn't mean you're right.” Chen Guo pressed the repeater switch and reached out and grabbed the hammer handle of the crushed skull hammer: “I can understand that you are talking about people in the association who are crazy and want to relieve their inner pain and choose to heal themselves, but you are using the wrong treatment. ”

“Treatment?” Han Bao pulled the red filament in his hand.

“You're too tired to live. It's time to put it down. ”

“Are you calm? I bet you're scared, pretending to be calm, trying to wait for the cops to rescue you, right?” Han Bao thought he had seen Chen Song's trick. He stopped talking to Chen Song and commanded the children on the ground to rush towards him.

Meanwhile, Qiao Zhuang also picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table, but he consciously didn't come near Han Bao, like a servant to go around the other side.

“Other than that ghost lying on the shoulder of a cop, you can handle whatever you want.” Chen Gong leaned back against the wall, and there was no way back, but he looked like he was in no hurry.

Talking to the air naturally, it's like being scared crazy and talking to yourself.

The ghost children crawled on the ground, quickly and in many quantities, and as they approached, a bloody red figure appeared quietly, stepping on the ground into black smoke.

Xu Yan's hands drooped low and the wound seeped blood, dropping along the red coat.

“Red?! Didn't you fall asleep in your red coat?” The blood line between Han Bao and the ghost child began to tremble, and her ghost children were afraid and afraid emotions passed on to her, making her speak without much thought.

“Looks like you recognized me long ago.” Chen Song was a little surprised. After all, he was the first to see Han Bao.

But just to think about it, there are only two people left in the Weird Talk Association. The chairman will definitely tell Han Bao the information about Chen Song.

“You've always had two red coats on you!” Han Bao's blood silk shivers are even more powerful, as if those kids were trying to break free.

“Yeah, I never said I only had one red coat, either? ”

Chen Gong asked Xu Yan to deal with Han Bao. He took the broken hammer out of his backpack, held his hands tight, and wrapped blood wire around his slender hammer.

“The space is narrow and the hammer is a little too big to be applied. Forget it, I won't count that much. ”

Faced with his fitness coach, Chen Song dared not carelessly, flipped the comic book, and summoned English teachers, gamblers and Zhou.

The situation changed momentarily, dying with a huge fruit knife and a cold sweat: “Who are you? ”

“I'm a haunted house.” Chen Gong glanced out the corridor: "There can be no more delays and everything must be taken care of before the police arrive. ”

Chen Gong and the three ghosts in the comic book simultaneously shot at each other, and soon there was a man screaming in the room and a broken bone.

There was an opening sound in the hallway, and it seemed that the neighbors in the vicinity wanted to come and check it out. Chen Gong quickly ran to the door and, under the stare of despair, unlocked the anti-theft door.

“Now at least nobody will be able to save you until the police arrive. ”

Chen Guo first used Yi's ability to drag the mobile ghost into the comic book, and then stopped taking care of Xu Yan, leaving him to do it.

Now that the Pronunciation no longer eats ordinary ghosts, he follows Chan's instructions and hunts down the kids in the house.

Those ghost children were connected to Han Bao's blood, and every time she was killed, her body would show a baby's fingerprint.

Far apart, Chan Song can feel a strong resentment from that handprint, and Han Bao's children most want revenge is actually her.

“They are your children, and you should not impose your misfortune on them. ”

Chan Gong looked at Han Bao, and sometimes beauty is also a sin, because the world still has lust and ugliness where the sun can't shine.

The reason why Han Bao was driven insane was unclear, but he knew that every lunatic had a bad memory behind him, which was the root cause of their collapse.

It is also because of that painful and indelible memory that they seek redemption through more insane and cruel means.

Han Bao has more and more baby fingerprints on him, and those dead ghost children seem to want to drag their mother into hell with them.

Blood silk broke. When the last child ghost was killed by Xu Yan, Han Bao finally couldn't bear it. She fell to the ground with her head in her arms. A child's hand mark appeared on the original perfect five officials.