No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

It seems that if you want to leave the funeral parlor, you have to go to the cremation room at the deepest part of the corridor.

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The sound of dense footsteps sounded, and Su Che and his group walked slowly in the gray corridor in the funeral parlor.

Memorial Room...

mourning hall...

The columbarium...

Feng Shi swallowed his saliva, and wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, "Old Fan, I remember that when I joined the job a few days ago, when the manager took me to understand the funeral home, I walked this road very quickly. What happened today? It's been four or five minutes, and we haven't even seen the shadow of the cremation room."

"Don't tell me I haven't noticed it yet. It's true...it's very fast from the morgue to the cremation room during the day, but now..." Fan Dewei grabbed Zhang Mazi's shoulder and looked at Hui In the depths of the misty corridor, white lights intertwine with the gray environment, and the burnt smell in the air seems to be more intense.

click...

In the dead and silent corridor, apart from the dull footsteps, the crisp sound caused by the metal bolt being moved was very clear.

Su Che stopped, and he found that the place where the metal latch was heard seemed to be the ashes storage room they passed by just now.

"You watch them, I'll go back and have a look." After Su Che instructed Kuang Cheng, he tiptoed without making any movement and walked to the door of the ashes storage room.

click...

There was another crisp sound of the metal latch being pulled, and the door of the ashes storage room in front of Su Che seemed to move.

Looking into the room through the glass of the window, there is nothing inside, only the various urns placed on the wall reflect the faint light from the window.

Bang!

With a loud noise, Su Che kicked open the door of the ashes storage room.

The urn stored in the room was deserted and deserted. In a blink of an eye, many dim and fuzzy silhouettes of human figures suddenly appeared in the room, and a faint resentment lingered in it.

Seeing Su Che kicking in the door, the fuzzy human silhouettes in the columbarium instantly became a mess, and the already dim silhouettes were extinguished like a candle in the wind.

"It's not even a ghost." Su Che looked at the dim and blurry human silhouette in the ashes storage room and shook his head, then turned and closed the door, found the fire ax that was thrown on the ground just now, and bolted the door.

He now began to understand why Fan Dewei hadn't run into a ghost once after working as a security guard in the Jiangcheng funeral parlor for more than ten years.

The harm of these ghosts was not even as bad as Zhang Mazi's continuous stealing of corpses.

After dealing with the remaining grievances in the ashes storage room, Su Che and others continued to walk towards the cremation room deep in the corridor, and the dense and dull footsteps sounded again.

"President, are you okay?" Kuang Cheng asked Su Che in a hoarse voice.

Su Che replied, "It's okay. There should be no danger here. An ordinary person like Zhang Mazi can come here one after another to steal the corpses. When we find the door of the cremation room, we will leave the funeral home and go to Laundry Lane."

Kuang Cheng nodded and followed Su Che silently.

"Mr. Su, what about me?" Xu Bin twisted his face. Since he hadn't entered the funeral home, the development of things tonight seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"Why did it become like this...whether it's about bumping into a ghost, being caught in the ghost talk association, or coming to the funeral parlor to find clues, obviously I came first, but all of this, how come it seems Does it have nothing to do with me?"

"You?" Su Che almost forgot the existence of Xu Bin who had been silent all this time, he blurted out, "I burned the oil-paper umbrella, and I hacked to death the ghost that entangled you. When you come back from the funeral home, you should go Go wherever you want."

After saying this, after a long downhill, a heavy iron door covered with scorched black marks appeared in front of Su Che.

Cremation chamber, here we come.

Chapter 190 The Fourth Fully Automatic Burning Ghost Stove

The nameplate with the words 'cremation room' conveyed a scalding heat, and the smell of burning fire had grown to an exaggerated degree after Su Che saw the nameplate.

Su Che glanced at Zhang Mazi, "Come here."

Although the iron door of the cremation room has been locked, the burning smell can still penetrate through the cracks in the iron door, soak into the walls of the corridor, and spread to the entire funeral home, even in places far away from the funeral home. Vaguely smell this smell.

"Big...Brother, what can you do with me?" Zhang Mazi timidly walked up to Su Che and asked.

Su Che pulled him to the iron door of the cremation room, "The door is locked."

"I understand, I understand." Zhang Mazi took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, "I have spare keys!"

As he spoke, he went forward and used the key to unscrew the iron door of the cremation room.

Fan Dewei and Feng Shi stared dumbfounded at the scene in front of them, and began to understand why Zhang Mazi could use funeral parlors to steal corpses and sell them for money as his wealth code...

"Sure enough, the inner ghost is really terrifying."

As the heavy iron door of the cremation room was pushed open by Zhang Mazi, a faint heat mixed with the smell of burning fire sprayed out from the cremation room, Su Che frowned subconsciously, this smell seemed to be entangled with the funeral home There is no longer any separation.

He looked into the cremation room. Two old-fashioned crematoriums were placed deep in the room. At this moment, there was movement in the crematorium, reflecting the glowing fire, as if something was crawling in the crematorium.

"It's strange. Every time I come here, I can see corpses covered with white cloths. Why is there no corpse here tonight?" Zhang Mazi pushed open the iron door and looked at the empty cremation room, feeling a little numb in his head. .

Su Che glanced left and right, and found that the cremation room located on the basement floor of the funeral parlor was like a cement box embedded in the ground. The two crematoriums were close to the cement walls that had been burnt black, and the whole room was completely a secret room. The door that Zhang Mazi mentioned naturally does not exist.

"You see, there is no such door at all. How about we wait until after three o'clock in the morning and then go out through the exit..." Zhang Mazi heaved a sigh of relief. He knew that the funeral parlor must be crowded with people. The police, if you go out by yourself, you will definitely be punished by the law, so you especially cherish your last free time.

Su Che looked straight at the two crematoriums that reflected the glowing flames, as if something was crawling, put his hand on the handle of the butcher's knife, and grabbed Professor Yang's pointer.

A few steps forward, when he reached the cremator, Su Che opened the cremator and looked at the ghost twisting and crawling in the flames of the cremator, and asked, "Excuse me, may I ask you the way?"

The burning smell spewed out from the cremator opened by Su Che, and the exhaust fan on the ceiling in the cremation room turned slowly, drawing out the increasingly intense burning smell.

In the crematorium, it was burnt beyond recognition. The ghost, like fried prawns, was covered in sparks, like charcoal. It looked at Su Che standing outside the crematorium with resentment, and stretched out its charred hand to grab Su Che. , trying to drag him into the crematorium and burn him to death.

"Hey, I'm going to make trouble if I ask you for directions. Even Li Gui dares to be so arrogant. Who gave you the confidence?" Su Che shook his head, and Professor Yang's pointer in his hand flashed a blazing blue arc. The charred ghost in the crematorium instantly looked like dead wood struck by lightning, and a cluster of open flames rose up, instantly burning it into a fireball.

A horrific scream came out from the crematorium, and Zhang Mazi, who was still opening the door, trembled in fright, "This man, why is he scarier than a ghost? No wonder the ghost in the morgue helped him catch me. Who can stand..."

In just a few seconds, the ghost that had been charred by the incinerator turned into ashes all over the place.

He repeated his tricks and went to the second cremator. Su Che didn't open this cremator. He knocked on the thick heat-insulating glass on the cremator. After the ghosts in the cremator were alarmed by him, Then asked, "Some people say there is another door in this cremation room, do you know where it is?"

Through the thick insulating glass, the scorched ghost in the cremator hooked his hands towards Su Che, and a chilly wind mixed with the smell of burning fire blew out from the cremator, and murmurs came from his ears. Whispering, "I died so badly..."

In the crematorium, the charred ghost suddenly turned into a cute girl with a delicate body, and was frantically beating the heat-insulating glass in the burning crematorium, "Who will save me... help me......"

The ghost in the crematorium was apparently unaware of who it was encountering.

Su Che looked at the cute girl who was calling for help in the heat-insulating glass, and silently pushed the switch of the cremator. He only heard a few dull sounds of the machine starting up, and a dazzling light came from the thick heat-insulating glass, and the fiery flames burst into flames. When it came out, the ghosts in the crematorium were burned everywhere.

"Now you have five seconds."

A ferocious flaming grimace was attached to the heat-insulating glass in the crematorium, roaring and wailing crazily. Seeing that Su Che remained unmoved, it began to slam into the heat-insulating glass, making loud noises.

"What? You don't think it's strong enough? You want to get angry?" Su Che saw the ferocious face hitting the heat-insulating glass, and suddenly realized, "Then I will help you!"

Push the electric gate to the maximum, and the flames in the crematorium have turned orange. At this time, the ghost in the crematorium finally panicked. It desperately slapped the heat-insulating glass, pointing at the rattling rows of the morgue. air fan.

"Wouldn't it be better to explain it earlier? You don't understand the simple truth of being lenient when you confess, and strict when you resist?" Su Che returned the electric gate to its original position. After a short period of intense fire, the crematorium had long been destroyed The body of the charred ghost has shrunk by a large circle.

After only a while, it was completely incinerated in the crematorium.

In the next second, two brand-new ghosts appeared in the cremator out of thin air. Through the thick insulating glass, they stared at Su Che standing outside the cremator. Su Che stared at them. After a few glances, I felt as if I had seen these two ghosts in the morgue.

The slight fire in the cremator quickly burned them all black, but they didn't notice it. Su Che whispered to himself, "Automatic burner? Who made this thing, it's interesting."

Without studying the cremator too deeply, Su Che hurriedly walked to the exhaust fan that was whirling in the corner of the cremation room. Comparing the size, it was just enough to fit an adult.

"It looks like the door to go out is probably the exhaust fan." Su Che found two stainless steel flat beds for carrying the corpse, pushed them under the exhaust fan, took out the climbing rope and wrench that he had prepared earlier from his backpack, Remove the exhaust fan and take the lead in drilling in.

Fan Dewei and Feng Shi stared blankly at Su Che removing the exhaust fan, Zhang Mazi was even more speechless, "You are more professional in feelings than I am."

After Su Che, everyone filed into the exhaust fan duct, and only Kuang Cheng was left staring at the ghost that was slowly being burned in the fully automatic ghost burner, "It's too scary. If I really become a zombie, I would rather He was hacked to death with the butcher knife in the president's hand, and he didn't want to be burned to ashes here!"

Chapter 190 Five Do You Have Any Last Words To Tell?

Thick clouds piled up on the sky, gloomy and oppressive, unable to penetrate a ray of light.

Wearing a shroud, Granny Meng stood on the deserted Xixi Lane platform. Her hunched back almost bent her whole body, and her wrinkled and withered face showed a little uneasiness.

The time quietly passed the early morning and jumped for another ten minutes, but the No. 714 bus that was supposed to appear at Xixi Lane Station did not arrive for a long time.

Granny Meng stared at the dark winding road with her dry eyeballs sunken deep in her eye sockets. The whole road was extraordinarily gloomy, exuding an indescribably strange feeling.

"Is there anything wrong with that hearse?"

Last night, Su Che chased the No. 714 bus with a car. She saw it clearly. Although she didn't know who was driving the old Alto, she was able to chase the No. 714 bus and escape without thinking. It is not easy to know the existence of the Alto car.

But she still had a little thought, "There is a red-clothed ghost on the hearse, even if you can't win, you can hide in the ghost, after all, the only one that can kill the red-clothed is another scarier red-clothed... .Besides, that person is also in the hearse, so there should be no problem."

Minutes and seconds passed, and a few more minutes passed.

The street lamps scattered with yellow lights on both sides of the road suddenly flickered, and a thick darkness like ink gradually eroded from a distance, engulfing everything on the roadside, the asphalt paved road slowly corroded and cracked, the trees began to wither, and the reinforced concrete The poured bus platform peeled off at a speed visible to the naked eye, exposing the heavily corroded iron frame.

"Here we come, the hearse is here!" Granny Meng couldn't hide her excitement, holding the snakeskin bag oozing blood in her skinny palms, waiting for the No. 714 bus that was about to pull into the platform.

Ding--

The Laundry Lane station is here. Passengers who get off, please get off from the back door. Please be careful when you open the door. Please go well when you get off. The next stop is Jiangjunfen North Station.

The rusty No. 714 bus issued a cold electronic beep.

The front door of the bus creaked open, and Granny Meng saw the door of the No. 714 bus open. She struggled to carry the dead body in the snakeskin bag and boarded the bus through the front door.

But soon, she found something was wrong, "Hey, wait a minute. The ghost driver of the hearse... When did it change to this ghost wearing a big cap and a traffic police uniform? Could it be that the previous ghost driver was Did you kill the man who chased the hearse last night?"

The subdued ghost is sitting upright, with a bloody and horrific face that is extremely serious. Life in the black book is difficult, and it cherishes the rare opportunity to show off.

The pupils that were burning with rage turned slowly, looking at Granny Meng, who was dazed outside the car door and hadn't boarded the car for a long time, the subdued ghost said gloomily, "If you want to get in the car, hurry up, if you don't get in the car, get out."

"It's strange, why does it always feel like this hearse has changed a lot." Granny Meng hesitated for a while.

The ghost in uniform stared at Granny Meng outside the car door, the burning anger in his pupils almost condensed into substance, Granny Meng shivered suddenly, and the shroud he was wearing conveyed a penetrating death intent, the face of the ghost in uniform was clearly The solidified dirty blood started to flow again, dripping down from the horrible face, and the stench was suffocating.

"What's the matter, an old woman wearing a shroud casually popping up on the street these days can kill me, am I really a waste?" The burning anger in the uniform ghost's pupils trembled violently, and it quickly withdrew from Granny Meng. From the gaze, from the shroud worn by Granny Meng, the subdued ghost felt a terrifying death intent.

Seeing the ghost in uniform look back, Granny Meng was relieved. The shroud on her body was the basis for her daring to get on the 714 bus. Ordinary ghosts dare not approach her at all, and even the red-clothed one on the bus was very fond of her. For fear, as long as I don't act hostile, I can always get off the car safely.

After struggling to get into the car with a snakeskin bag, Granny Meng subconsciously observed the environment in the car. There were very few passengers tonight, only a kind-looking young man with a backpack on his back. Beside this young man, a pair of blood-stained high-heeled shoes Wandering around, there was a woman in a black dress standing quietly holding a long-handled black umbrella.

From the pair of blood-stained goose yellow high heels, Granny Meng could see a female ghost with an expressionless face, but from the woman in a black dress holding a long black umbrella, Granny Meng could hear a very faint heartbeat However, she saw that the woman in the black dress was clearly not a human being, but a ghost.

In the huge bus compartment, only the kind-looking young man with the backpack on his back was human. Granny Meng's wrinkled withered body quickly showed a slight sneer, "Another corpse can be found tonight."

He found a random seat and sat down, the subdued ghost closed the front door of the bus, and slowly started the car.

It took a lot of energy for Granny Meng to drag the snakeskin bag containing the dead body into the bus. She panted a little, and looked back a little. A figure at the corner of the back door of the bus suddenly changed Granny Meng's face.