No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Su Che greeted Kuang Cheng and Xu Bin, "Come, come, come and get ready to work."

Kuang Cheng was full of enthusiasm, "Okay, President!"

"Shouldn't I be here tonight to find the ghost that stalked me?" Xu Bin was puzzled, "Why did he suddenly become a corpse thief catching the funeral parlor again? Is it because I didn't wake up or things progressed too fast ?”

Seeing the three of Su Che walking towards the funeral parlor, Feng Shi hesitated for a moment, he still remembered what he had just discussed with Fan Dewei in the security room.

The funeral home is haunted!

"Old Fan, should we go in? After all, there is such a thing in the funeral parlor!" Feng Shi trembled slightly.

"All the corpse thieves have appeared, and a new storm has appeared, how can we stand still!" Fan Dewei rubbed his fingers, full of interest, "There is a bonus of 30 yuan for catching the corpse thief, plus these three weirdos we There are five people, and there is only one corpse thief, so we have a great advantage!"

"Old Fan, didn't you say that the funeral parlor is haunted? The money is earned, but I'm afraid it will be spent!" Feng Shi hesitated again and again, entangled.

Fan Dewei trotted all the way to chase Su Che and the three of them. Feng Shisan's view was ruined with a light sentence, "Brother Feng, I lied to you. If the funeral parlor is haunted, will someone come to steal the corpse? Those ghosts will not let you know." The corpse thief was torn alive?"

Chapter 180 IX Congratulations, I Ticked It

Tap, tap.

After a few loud footsteps, Bai Can's voice-activated lights turned on, and the narrow corridor inside the funeral parlor was gray.

"Where's the corpse thief?"

Panting, Fan Dewei ran into the gray corridor. He chased Su Che and the other three into the funeral home. Unexpectedly, when he ran to the funeral home hall, not only Su Che and the other three, but also the person who appeared in the funeral home hall and was suspected of stealing the corpse. The stooped and short figure was gone.

The white light illuminates the road under Fan Dewei's feet, and the corridor in front of his eyes is very long. On both sides of the corridor, there are morgues, mourning rooms, mourning halls and ashes storage rooms scattered on both sides of the corridor, as well as the underground floor of the funeral parlor. It is the cremation room at the end of the corridor.

The cremation room at the end of the corridor was submerged in darkness. Although the crematorium in the cremation room at the end of the corridor was not turned on at this time, the burning smell in the air seemed to seep into the walls.

No matter where you face, the smell of burnt flesh penetrates directly into the nostrils. Standing at the entrance of the corridor, Fan Dewei noticed that there seemed to be some strange changes in the funeral parlor at night.

Not far from Fan Dewei, the door of the mortuary room was ajar, shaking back and forth, making a creaking sound. He looked at the door that was ajar and swayed back and forth, feeling inexplicably chilly in his heart, and the back of his hand was indiscernible. Dense goosebumps appeared on the ground.

"Couldn't they have all gone to the morgue?" Fan Dewei looked at the gray corridor with cold sweat on his brow. He still knows that there are some taboos that cannot be touched here.

For example, you cannot enter the mortuary after midnight, and the room for storing ashes can only be opened between [-]:[-] am and [-]:[-] pm. As he said earlier, the HR of the funeral parlor confessed that they should not leave the security room casually on the night shift. It's also true, the most important thing is the cremation room at the end of the tunnel...at night, it must not be approached.

Although he didn't know why, Fan Dewei kept all of this in mind for the monthly salary of more than [-] yuan as long as he fished.

At first he heard that being a security guard in a Jiangcheng funeral parlor had to abide by so many taboos, he really thought that there might be ghosts in the funeral parlor, but after more than ten years of fishing, oh no, after more than ten years of senior classes, he really didn't meet any ghosts. What strange things have happened to him, except for the occasional corpse being stolen, as time passed, he gradually became disapproving of the ghost in the funeral home.

"Old Fan, where are those people?" Feng Shi suddenly asked behind Fan Dewei.

Fan Dewei was taken aback, "Brother Feng, can you walk more quietly? You want to scare people to death!"

After complaining a few words, he pointed to the swaying door of the morgue, "They may have entered the morgue."

"The morgue? Old Fan, why don't we call the police..." Feng Shi glanced at the gray corridor with no end in sight, feeling guilty for a while, he really didn't have the courage to enter the gray corridor.

Fan Dewei rubbed the goosebumps that appeared on the back of his hands, hesitated again and again, after all, the temptation of 30 bonus overwhelmed his reason, he looked at Feng Shi seriously, "Brother Feng, as the security guard of the funeral home, can we just sit and watch Are the three suspicious people and the corpse thief casually messing around in the morgue?"

"The bonus is second to none. The main reason is that I cannot just sit idly by because of my sense of justice! How about..." Fan Dewei thought for a moment, "How about we split the 30 bonus? Don't ask me, old Fan. Why split the bill [-]-[-], the question is that there is no middleman to make the difference!"

Feng Shiyi gritted his teeth. Anyway, the three of Su Che had entered the morgue, and the temptation of the large number of people and the [-]-[-] split of the bonus made his courage soar. "Old Fan, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Fan Dewei quickly took out his mobile phone and called the police, "First, let me take out the phone and call the police first!"

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Chasing the hunched and small figure into the funeral home, Su Che stopped suddenly as soon as he entered the corridor of the funeral home. He turned his head and looked back, and found that there was a gray area behind him, and the exit leading to the funeral home had disappeared.

"Ghost? That's not right, this is not a ghost!" The white lamp shone from the ceiling above his head, making it extraordinarily gloomy.

Not far away, the door with the morgue sign hanging on it shook back and forth and creaked, Kuang Cheng said in a hoarse voice, "President, something is wrong, I can see clearly that the figure just did not enter the morgue at all." Suddenly, it disappeared!"

"I saw it too." Xu Bin weakly agreed, and then he said not very sure, "Also, I can smell that strong smell of wax oil. That ghost must be here!"

"You smell wax oil?" Su Che sniffed, only the burnt smell permeated the tip of his nose, and there was no wax oil smell that Xu Bin said, "Can you still smell it now?"

Xu Bin nodded, "Although it has dissipated a lot, I can still smell some, and it came from the morgue!"

"It seems that the figure just now wanted to lead us into the morgue." Su Che looked at the door of the morgue, which kept shaking back and forth, and pulled out a butcher's knife from his waist. I knew it would happen when Xu Bin looked at it. With such eyes, he knocked on the door of the morgue, "Hello, is there a ghost in there? I'm here to deliver food!"

crunch... creak...

The only response to Su Che was the creaking sound of the door shaking back and forth.

He knocked on the door of the morgue again, "Are there really no ghosts in there? Then I'll come in!"

Su Che took out the paper lantern from his backpack, pressed it against the door of the morgue that was shaking back and forth, opened a gap and stretched the paper lantern in, "I really came in!"

After all, he waited for a while, and then stretched the paper lamp directly into the morgue.

In the next second, a skinny hand covered with corpse spots suddenly stretched out from the morgue, the shiny black nails were extremely smelly, and collided with the paper lamp that Su Che extended into the morgue.

The shining candle flame flickered a few times, and the butcher's knife in Su Che's hand slashed along the crack of the open door, cutting off the skinny arm covered with corpse spots and extremely smelly.

Immediately afterwards, a scream of endless pain sounded from the morgue.

Su Che kicked open the door of the morgue, "Are you here to play fishing? Congratulations, I'm hooked!"

In the dim morgue, a corpse with a severed arm fell on the clean ground, covered in corpse spots. It was obvious that he had been dead for a long time.

A cold and terrifying wind blew out from the mortuary, the mortuary cabinets filled with three walls trembled violently, the muffled sound of hammering on the doors of the cabinets resounded from time to time, and mournful murmurs of pain diffused from the densely packed mortuary cabinets. out.

"It...I saw it!" Xu Bin looked at a mortuary cabinet in the morgue in fear. In his sight, the corpse of an old man covered with a strong smell of wax oil covered his body. Bai Bu lay quietly in the morgue, his head twisted at a strange angle, and he showed a miserable and piercing smile.

Chapter 190 That's Just a Corpse, Not a Pig

"Good guy, the entire morgue is full of ghosts. In terms of numbers, it is even more outrageous than the 714 bus, but fortunately, they are all ordinary ghosts, not even ghosts."

Like the sound of stormy waves hitting the coast, the mortuary is constantly echoing. The dark mortuary is crowded with densely packed corpses. The white lights on the ceiling turn faintly green, reflecting eerie ghosts on the ground. .

The morgue on Su Che's left side was suddenly smashed open by a dull impact. A decomposing male corpse stretched out a big arm from the morgue and tried to grab Su Che's arm from the side. Su Che didn't even bat an eyelid , with a wave of the pig-killing knife in his hand, he ruthlessly cut the big flower arm into two pieces.

In the morgue, there were bloody holes in the morgue, and the corpse of the rotting male with colorful tattoos was obviously stunned by Su Che's lightning-fast killing knife. , It retracted into the morgue in horror, lay down tremblingly and locked the door of the morgue.

Pulling out the pointer, the blazing blue arc illuminated the dim mortuary. Su Che kicked the stainless steel flat bed in the middle of the mortuary until it clanged loudly. The sound of Su Che kicking the stainless steel flat bed echoed.

"Aren't you very fierce just now? You all wanted to uncover the coffin, why are you so cowardly now?" Su Che's right hand slaughtered pig knife and left hand lightning whip, in the gloomy morgue, it seemed that the god of war was alive.

Seeing that the ghosts in the morgue stopped causing trouble, Su Che followed Xu Bin's gaze to the old man's mortuary cabinet that smelled of wax oil all over his body, pulled out the morgue cabinet with a bang, and pointed at The old man with the dead body in the cabinet said to Xu Bin, "Is it the ghost you saw that night?"

The corpse of the old man, whose body exuded a strong smell of wax oil, trembled in fear.

"That's right, that's it!" Xu Bin stepped forward to identify the old man's body in the morgue.

Su Che knocked on the stainless steel mortuary cabinet, and said to the terrified old man's body, "About Xu Bin's accusation, do you have any opinions to express?"

Seeing the butcher's knife and pointer in Su Che's hands, the corpse of the old man in the morgue was only trembling and did not dare to make a sound. It was obviously panicked.

The densely packed mortuary cabinets in the entire morgue booed collectively. Su Che fished in the opposite direction and hacked to death the sneak attacking corpse hiding behind the door of the morgue, and then chopped off the big flower arm that had been raised from the coffin. The ghosts in the morgue trembled in fear.

"Stop, what do you want to do to that corpse?" The morgue door that was closed just now was suddenly pushed open. As soon as Fan Dewei and Feng Shi entered the door, they saw Su Che staring at a corpse with a butcher's knife in his hand. Subconsciously shouted, "That's just a corpse, not a pig, leave the corpse under the knife!"

Fan Dewei's shout broke up the chilling atmosphere in the entire morgue. Under Su Che's oppression, the trembling ghosts became arrogant again, and one after another opened the coffins from the morgue, mixed with various rotten smells. With the smell of formalin diffused.

Kuang Cheng rested his forehead and sighed, "Until now, haven't you discovered that the morgue you saw wasn't the morgue of the funeral parlor at all?"

"..." Fan Dewei was stupefied by fright. Countless ghost figures emerged from the mortuary cabinet, eerie and irrational eyes cast on him, although he didn't quite know what was going on here. Something happened, but Van der Weil was sure of his sudden appearance, it seemed... bad thing...

"I've worked in a funeral home for more than ten years and haven't seen a ghost. Who would have thought that I would encounter ghosts within a few minutes of following you, and there were more than one ghost? What should I do now?" Fan Dewei wailed in despair with a mournful face.

"What else can I do, let's make cold salad."

Su Che slashed down with the butcher's knife, knocking down the old man who smelled strongly of wax oil, and pulled Xu Bin back slowly.

The ghost who emerged from the morgue was very concerned about the butcher's knife and pointer in Su Che's hands, and turned their vicious eyes to Fan Dewei and Kuang Cheng, ignoring the shining paper lanterns and threw themselves at them viciously .

As a result, when they were halfway, they began to regret it. The light scattered by the paper lamp was like strong acid to them. Sudden death.

"Actually, there's no need for us to have such a stiff atmosphere." Su Che pulled Xu Bin into the range of the paper lamp, and confronted the ghosts who emerged from the morgue, "Let's do it." How about a deal?"

The vicious eyes were fixed on Su Che, and a penetrating chill swept over him. Su Che said calmly, "Help me catch the figure who slipped away just now, and I won't catch you all in one go. That's a good condition, isn't it?" ?”

"Big...Big brother, aren't you a bit too optimistic? There are at least a hundred ghosts here." Fan Dewei found that he could no longer keep up with the brain circuit of the young man in front of him. Facing the dense crowd of scary ghosts, Shouldn't the first consideration be how to save your life from their hands?

And now, this young man actually swears to hundreds of ghosts that he wants them to help him find the figure that slipped away from the morgue just now, otherwise they will be wiped out...

"It's so outrageous, I must be dreaming!" Fan Dewei muttered to himself, "It must be that the ghost story I told just now scared Feng Shi, and made me start having nightmares myself!"

Su Che turned his head, looked at Fan Dewei behind him and smiled slightly, "There are hundreds of ghosts, but not even a single ghost, let's sprinkle water!"

As Su Che's words fell, the chill in the mortuary became even colder. The dense ghost shadows stared at Su Che with extremely vicious eyes, but they did not dare to approach the range illuminated by the paper lamp. On the mortuary cabinet, the stainless steel mortuary cabinet was smashed continuously.

"Incompetence and fury, that's it? That's it?" Su Che's mocking attitude was full, "I'm only counting by dozens, if you don't give an answer, I won't take your ashes away!"

"I'm starting to count."

"ten!"

Just as Su Che opened his mouth, the dense ghost shadows froze for an instant. Didn't you say you want to count by dozens?

Feelings only have the number ten?

At this time, Professor Yang's pointer in Su Che's hand was already flickering with blazing blue arcs, and a terrifying and strange aura radiated out along with the blazing blue arcs.

Right now, the main entrance of the morgue is blocked by Su Che, and hundreds of ghosts are surrounded by him alone, unable to beat or run away.

What can they do?

They are also desperate!

Who ever heard that hundreds of ghosts would be surrounded by one person, but such a nonsense thing just happened.

thump.

dong dong.

After pouring out the last anger towards the stainless steel mortuary, dense ghost figures lined up the crooked and twisted handwriting of 'OK' on the wall of the morgue.

Su Che carried the paper lantern to get out of the way with the other four people, opened the door of the morgue, pointed to the outside, and shouted, "Come on!"

The incomparably suppressed ghosts and ghosts roared, and countless ghosts rushed out of the morgue, crazily drilling into the gray corridor.

They were extremely eager to catch the short, stooped figure who led Su Che to the morgue.

They can't wait to tear this hateful guy who eats inside and out into pieces!

Chapter 190 Now that we are here, do you have anything to say?