No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

【File number: JC-2012-0813-02】

[The mysterious disappearance of cruise ship Jianghai No. 422 in Jiangcheng City, Dongjiang Province (code name: Yangping Ghost Port)]

[Hazard level: D (restricted level)]

[Behavior: curse]

【Can it be controlled: No】

【Whether it can be eliminated: No】

[Priority: Very Low]

【详情：2012年8月13日20时36分，江海422号游轮从卫星定位航线中消失，包含轮船组工作人员在内，共177人失踪。

At 16:20 on the 36th, the satellite positioning system of the missing cruise ship Jianghai No. 422 was recovered and appeared in the ancient town of Yangping, Lanjiang. 12 passengers on the ship died, 5 people were missing, and the remaining 160 people survived.

On the 24th, the cruise ship Jianghai 422, which was anchored in the ancient town of Yangping, Lanjiang, disappeared mysteriously again, and its whereabouts are still unknown. 】

【Control measures: none】

[File Appendix 1: Ghost Harbor (Viewing this entry requires level 32 authority or above]

Chapter 180 The Seventh Experience of Fishing, Brother Feng, You Have to Learn

The night was deep, thick clouds covered the night sky, and the stars were dimmed.

A dilapidated old-fashioned Alto radiated dim headlights, and the engine roared and drove past the side of the road rapidly, tearing apart the deep haze of the night.

Su Che was sitting in the co-pilot, Kuang Cheng was driving the car, and the tall and thin Xu Bin was sitting in the rear compartment very aggrieved. This shabby Alto couldn't bear his height of more than two meters.

"President, go to the funeral home first tonight and then go to Tangshan Reservoir?"

Su Che nodded, "Go to Tangshan Reservoir if you have time, and tomorrow if you don't have time, don't worry."

Sure enough, Kuang Cheng was more active than anyone else when it came to the issue of salary increase. When Su Che said that he would go to Tangshan Reservoir to explore the road tonight, Fatty Qian and Xiao Tiantian were not interested, but Kuang Cheng didn't say anything. As soon as he said that, he drove his own Alto to be Su Che's driver.

"It's easy to talk about, everything is easy to talk about! Chairman, do you think about the salary increase after returning from Tangshan Reservoir?"

"Salary increases are naturally no problem."

Su Che's affirmative tone made Kuang Cheng happy, and he drove the car on the road with excitement.

"Brother, drive slowly, I'm a little motion sick..." Xu Bin sitting in the back seat was miserable. It was not easy to accommodate his height of more than two meters in the small car, and Kuang Cheng let himself go His driving style almost knocked out his overnight meal.

However, Xu Bin's bitter expression didn't last long. There were fewer and fewer buildings on both sides of the road, and their locations became more and more remote.

Looking at the gloomy night through the car window, a sudden hill appeared on the side of the road, and at the lower left of the hill, the gloomy night outlined the outline of the funeral home.

I don't know if it was Su Che's illusion, Kuang Cheng drove the car close to the funeral parlor, Su Che faintly smelled a burning smell.

"Do you smell anything strange?" Su Che asked after closing the car window.

Kuang Cheng slowly parked the car on the side of the road, looked at the funeral home showing the outline of the building in the night, and answered Su Che, "Funeral homes all smell like this, just get used to it."

"That's the same smell I smelled that night." Xu Bin really couldn't bear the cramped environment in the car, and he couldn't wait to open the door and get out of the car before the car came to a complete stop.

The location of the funeral home in Jiangcheng is not very remote, just two streets away is a newly developed real estate, but most people are more taboo to build a funeral home here, and the occupancy rate is very low.

So at night, there are very few lit houses in the densely populated residential areas, and the places near the funeral home are even more deserted.

There is an antique archway built in front of the funeral parlor, with two miserable white lights hanging on it. Coupled with the deserted environment, it really has a strange and eerie feeling.

However, the three people present were not very friendly. Apart from Su Che, Kuang Cheng sneaked into the zombie group without changing his face, and quickly gained the trust of the zombies, becoming the right-hand man of the zombie king.

As for Xu Bin, let alone, he walked around in the middle of the night and casually took the umbrella handed over by a strange old ghost. Although his legs were shaking uncontrollably now, he definitely didn't look scared.

Su Che patted Xu Bin's shoulder, and covered his mouth before Xu Bin cried out in fright, "The location of the funeral parlor is so remote, how did you find it here?"

After taking a few breaths, Xu Bin calmed down his nervous mood a little. He pointed to the brightly lit place in the distance, "The event location arranged by my goddesses is near the residential area a few streets away."

"The funeral home should have security guards at night, let's go and have a look first." Su Che let go of Xu Bin, and led the two of them to the antique archway not far away illuminated by pale lights.

......

The clock hanging on the wall was ticking, the pale energy-saving lamps were scattered on the ceiling, and the security room at the entrance of the funeral parlor was extremely silent.

Two pairs of rolling eyes observed the gloomy funeral hall outside the security guard through the open window. Feng Shi, as the new security guard of the funeral home for less than a week, was his first night shift.

Few people pass by the funeral home at night, and the work of the night watch is extremely boring and boring.

To be honest, if it weren’t for the basic salary of [-] yuan plus [-] subsidies and overtime pay for this job, the total monthly income would be at least [-] yuan, Feng Shi might have run away with a bucket .

"Old Fan, I heard that a corpse was stolen from the funeral home some time ago?" Feng Shi looked away from the gloomy funeral hall.

Fan Dewei glared at Feng Shi, "When you have nothing to do at night, go out to patrol, don't ask nonsense."

Looking at Fan Dewei's vicious gaze, Feng Shi shrank his head. It was deserted enough just to watch in the security room of the funeral parlor at night, and if he was asked to go out to patrol alone, wouldn't it scare a person to death?

But thinking of the rumors he had heard, Feng Shi felt as if a cat's paw was scratching his heart, and his heart itched unbearably.

Seeing Feng Shi scratching his ears and cheeks in pain, Fan Dewei sighed, "Brother Feng, it's not that I, Lao Fan, won't tell you, but that this matter is really a little tricky. Listen to my old Fan's advice, the security guards of the funeral home want to stay for a long time. Don't inquire about things you shouldn't know, even if you know, you have to pretend to be deaf and dumb. Otherwise..."

At the end, Fan Dewei glanced cautiously at the security room, and said in a low voice, "It's not going well."

"There is such a thing in the funeral parlor?" Feng Shi gasped and said in disbelief.

Fan Dewei nodded silently, "Didn't the HR who recruited people at the funeral home tell you? Don't leave the security room casually when you are on the night shift. From six to eight in the evening, just guard the door and prevent living people from entering the funeral home. Every two days off, one month's salary is too high. Don't you think it's strange that Wan's job requires only this little?"

"No wonder the wages of the day shift in the funeral parlor are so much less than the night shift..." Feng Shi muttered to himself.

Fan Dewei told Feng Shi in the tone of a person who has been there, "Based on my Lao Fan's more than ten years of experience in the industry, you don't need to worry at all, Brother Feng. Close the doors and windows and sleep until dawn. Everything else has nothing to do with my Lao Fan. Brother Feng, you have to learn from the experience of fishing!"

After finishing speaking, Fan Dewei closed the doors and windows of the security room, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, put on his earphones, and lay down on the folding bed for rest, silently watching the drama.

Feng Shi looked at Fan Dewei's aboveboard fishing, and his conscience ached, "Old Fan, really don't let us care about anything? Isn't this a bit bad, what if someone breaks into the funeral home?"

Fan Dewei said angrily, "If you want to find something to do, go out and patrol. My old Fan has been a night shift security guard in a funeral home for more than ten years, and I have never seen a living person wandering around here at night!"

After a while, Fan Dewei thought for a while and added, "However, when I was on the night shift a few days ago, I actually saw a very tall Hanhan. It rained for a while that night, and he was standing outside the funeral parlor. Walking around and getting drenched all over, I thought he was going to break in, but I didn't expect him to walk away for a while and then leave."

"So, Brother Feng, you can do whatever you want, as long as you don't run out of the security room!"

"..."

It took a long time for Fan Dewei to see Feng Shi respond after he finished speaking. He looked away from the phone screen, pulled off the earphones and looked at Feng Shi.

At this time, Feng Shi was staring at the monitoring computer screen in the security room, "Old...Old Fan, you said that tall Hanhan, is he the one in the monitoring? "

Chapter 180 Brother Feng, I lied to you

Passing through the antique archway in front of the funeral parlor, the smell of burning fire in the air is getting stronger and stronger.

The pale lights reflected the light from the antique archway, illuminating the front of the funeral home into a white scene. Xu Bin smelled the strange smell in his nostrils, and his expression was very unnatural, "Look, the funeral home is square and square. Look at the semi-circular hill behind it, does it look like a tomb?"

Standing in front of the funeral home, the whole picture of it appeared in front of Su Che and the three of them. After Xu Bin described it, Kuang Cheng looked suspiciously at the funeral home and the hill behind it.

"Don't tell me, you don't feel it when you stand in other places, but when you walk in front of the funeral home and take a closer look, it really looks like a grave bag! President, what do you think?" Kuang Cheng looked up and down the funeral home in front of him, and gradually recognized Xu Bin's statement.

"What do I think?" Su Che put the butcher's knife on his waist, "Of course I see with my eyes! Don't talk nonsense, the surveillance is shooting at you two, do you have any sense of anti-reconnaissance?"

What?Anti-reconnaissance awareness?

Kuang Cheng glanced around for a few times, and soon found the infrared cameras set up in the corners of the funeral parlor and the antique archway were blinking red. He immediately pulled away and approached Su Che's position, disappearing from the monitoring range of the infrared cameras.

"Aren't we doing this a bit like black and evil forces meeting in the middle of the night to engage in criminal activities?" Xu Bin belatedly followed Kuang Cheng out of the monitoring range of the infrared camera, muttering faintly.

Kuang Cheng, who was standing behind Su Che, glanced at him, and said to himself, "Our Ghost Story Association is almost listed as an illegal organization by the note, so we can't be considered a black and evil force?"

"Stop muttering, the two of you were captured by surveillance cameras just now, as long as the security guard on duty is not blind, he must have spotted you both."

Su Che heard the sound of closing the front door of the funeral home. Two security guards of medium height, one slightly fat and the other slightly thin, quickly walked out of the funeral home.

The two security guards pointed at Su Che and the three of them, speeding up and trotting over.

As soon as the two parties met, Fan Dewei shouted loudly, "What are you guys doing? Hanging around outside the funeral home in the middle of the night, looking for excitement and going to other places!"

Xu Bin seemed startled by Fan Dewei's loud voice, he could not hold back a word for a while, Kuang Cheng pulled Xu Bin over, and said hoarsely, "Can't we go for a walk at night?"

"Walking?" Feng Shi stared at Kuang Cheng incredulously, "How many of you are walking in front of the funeral parlor in the middle of the night? Are you kidding me!"

"We just like to find a place where no one is walking, why?" Kuang Cheng said confidently.

At this time, Feng Shicai found that Kuang Cheng's face was pale and pale, and his body exuded a strange pungent smell. After thinking about it, he seemed to have smelled this smell from the morgue when he joined the funeral home.

Formalin!

This word came to mind in an instant, Feng Shi's face turned pale immediately, he quietly pulled Fan Dewei's clothes, and said in a low voice, "Old Fan, something is wrong, he smells of formalin!"

"The smell of formalin?" Fan Dewei turned his head to look at Kuang Cheng, and said something that made everyone's hair stand on end, "You...you are the corpse thief?"

"?" Kuang Cheng's pale face showed a puzzled expression. Although he often sneaked into the Jiangcheng Medical University's underground gross teacher's specimen room to steal formalin, he had never done anything to steal a corpse. When did I steal a corpse?"

A gust of cold wind blew by, Fan Dewei swallowed hard the saliva stuck in his throat, and quietly stepped back, "You guys...couldn't be that thing?"

"What is that thing?"

"ghost......"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, the three of us are all human, but..." Kuang Cheng laughed hoarsely, "We just came to the funeral parlor to find ghosts, now You can always rest assured!"

"So you came to the funeral parlor to find ghosts..." Fan Dewei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and took a breath, "I should have said it earlier..."

His breath was suddenly sluggish, "Wait!"

"Are you coming to the funeral parlor to look for ghosts?" Fan Dewei's voice suddenly increased by an octave, "This reassures me! Hurry up, if you don't leave, I will call the police!"

Su Che interrupted suddenly, "There are corpse thieves in the funeral parlor stealing corpses late at night? Are you sure it's someone who stole the corpse?"

"It's not that people stole the corpse, so it's still a ghost?" Fan Dewei said to Su Che angrily, "Can you go away, or I will call the police if you don't!"

Before Fan Dewei's voice fell, Su Che caught a glimpse, and found a stooped and short figure in the dimly lit and gloomy hall of the funeral parlor.

"How many people are on duty at night in your funeral home?" Su Che walked up to Fan Dewei and asked.

Before he had time to see Su Che's face clearly, Fan Dewei felt his body being pushed away by the young man who was talking. Looking at the back of Su Che walking towards the funeral home with his backpack on his back, he hurried forward to stop him.

"What's the matter with you, the more I talk about you, the more you do it..." Fan Dewei's gaze shifted from Su Che to the funeral parlor hall, and the hunchbacked and short figure appeared in his eyes.

Su Che stopped and asked again, "How many people are on duty in your funeral home at night?"

"Originally there were four people, but recently two of them asked for leave due to family business, and the schedule couldn't be arranged. Tonight, it's just me and him keeping watch." Fan Dewei looked at the rickety and short figure who quickly disappeared into the hall, and felt a sudden shock in his heart. With a flicker, "Could it be... that figure is the corpse thief?"

"Isn't this nonsense?"