No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

It's... so hilarious...

It took a lot of effort to watch all the videos about Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen. What else could Long Wenhua say, he could only give Mr. Su a thumbs up and say, "Brother, you are so ruthless. You really deserve to be a Jiangcheng ghost." See you sad!"

Starting from the Helong Hotel, he only followed Su Che to two haunted places, Anzhen Hospital and Chengnan High-tech Park. Even including the anorectal hospital where the corpse was fraudulent, it was only a very small part of Mr. Su's glorious record.

Thinking of the scene where Su Che was chasing the ghosts to the sky and going down to the ground, and then swearing, Long Wenhua's waist no longer hurts, his legs no longer hurt, and even the pain in his eyes also eased.

"Oh, no wonder the scout from the Xicheng Criminal Police Detachment is looking for Mr. Su. People who don't know think he is acting. Knowing that these are real, I'm afraid the soul will be scared out. The mother and daughter ghosts, the ghosts of the No. [-] Middle School in Chengnan High-tech Park... Not counting the random places he went to, if there were rewards for these cases, Mr. Su might have already made a lot of money Full."

Long Wenhua was quite emotional. He spent a lot of time trying to pretend to be a god, play ghosts and make fake live broadcasts, but it was a waste of money. After several years, he still hasn't made much money by following the enthusiastic citizen Mr. Su in the past half a month.

But after all, not everyone is an enthusiastic citizen, Mr. Su. The mahogany sword that Su Che handed to him in Anzhen Hospital has been broken into two pieces and disappeared without a trace. Any ghost can bring Long Wenhua back to life.

Tanling's bowl of rice is really not tasty, especially under the premise that there are real ghosts.

At this point in his thoughts, Long Wenhua was full of confusion about his future. It would definitely not be a long-term solution to embrace Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen. Besides, the haunted places Mr. Su was involved in became more and more dangerous. My little life will be a fart.

Recalling the words that police officer Zhao with disabled hands whispered in his ear when he left the Xicheng Criminal Police Detachment, he resolutely decided to change his career.

next second.

The phone rang.

According to the caller ID, it was the number of Shuangqing City, the capital of Dongjiang Province.

The headquarters of Xuanlong Media is located in Shuangqing. Long Wenhua connected the phone without thinking much. A middle-aged man's voice came from the phone, "Are you Brother Long, the anchor of Tanling under Xuanlong Media?"

"Yes, I am Long Wenhua."

"Hi Mr. Long, my surname is Yuan, and my name is Yuan He! I opened a haunted house near Daliu Bay in Shuangqing City, but due to aging problems, it needs to be remodeled. I see Mr. Long's live broadcast of various parts of the ghost program. The design is very ingenious and very meaningful, so I want to come to Jiangcheng to learn and communicate with Mr. Long."

Yuan He continued on the phone, "Of course, we won't go whoring for nothing. After the renovation is completed, we will pay you a consulting fee, Mr. Long, which will not be less than six figures. What do you think?"

"No problem. When are you going to leave? How about tomorrow?" Long Wenhua asked impatiently.

Yuan He hesitated for a moment, "I'm sorry Mr. Long, I'm still going through the handover procedures of the haunted house, and I may not be able to spare these few days, or how about Wednesday next week?"

"Yes, yes." Long Wenhua responded repeatedly.

"It's getting late, I'm bothering Mr. Long, you have a good rest, we'll meet next Wednesday and we'll talk in detail." Yuan He and Long Wenhua exchanged a few words before hanging up the phone.

Looking at the call records from Shuangqing, Long Wenhua was overjoyed. Being a design consultant for a haunted house is a good job. I think I, Long, have been to many places that are actually haunted. Designing a haunted house is not easy, what a joke!

The bearded mouth was full of smiles, and Long Wenhua fell asleep holding the phone.

By midnight.

The sleeping Long Wenhua's body suddenly trembled stiffly, dense cold sweat oozes out from his forehead instantly, his eyelids are so tight that no matter how hard he opens them, he can't open them.

The soft and beautiful voice that seemed familiar to him rang faintly in his ears, "Brother Long...Brother Long...I'm Xiao Tiantian...I'm here to find you... .”

Brother Long, danger!

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The next morning.

Su Che woke up energetic and full of energy.

Since he came into contact with the patient who died of the 714 bus half a month ago, he hasn't had a good sleep like last night for a long time, especially when he returned to Jiangcheng after his trip to Nanfeng, he was so busy that the sky was dark and the sky was dark.

Fortunately, after taking bus No. 714, his tense heart finally relaxed and he was able to sleep well.

But soon his good mood gradually receded. Looking at the warm sunshine outside the window, he turned his head to look at the ghost in the rented house, and sighed helplessly.

The grumpy sister Xia next door has already given an ultimatum. She couldn't get rid of the ghosts in the rental house before tonight. She immediately called the property management and the landlord to intervene. In order to prevent the landlord from knowing the sad news that the rental house has become a haunted house, he can only keep silent. Run away and settle the ghosts around you.

After dressing and washing, the curtains were drawn, and the bedroom became dark and gloomy.Su Che opened the wardrobe sealed with a special plastic wrap, and the crying of the headless baby ghost suddenly stopped.

I found a toolbox and stuffed the headless ghost baby and the baby ghost's head into it, and threw it in the corner outside the bedroom door.

Looking at the special plastic wraps in the closet, Su Che followed the principle of waste utilization and packed up these once-used special plastic wraps for emergencies.

Taking the backpack back to the bedroom, Su Che began to count the things on hand.

A piece of soul-inducing incense, the only remaining coffin nail, Qiu Lan's diary, the bloody scalpel, Professor Yang's pointer, the black book of the Guild of Ghost Story, Li Rusong's human skin mask, paper tied mourning clothes, 54 styles A Black Star pistol and some bullets, a modified version of the 67-style grenade with a wooden handle......

In addition, Su Che threw the blood-stained bone-chopping knife at Granny Meng as a throwing knife and the paper lantern hanging in the living room.

Su Che already has a lot of items that can deal with ghosts, but he is still not sure that he will be able to retreat after entering Yongxiang. He has an inexplicable creepy feeling about Su Che in Yongxiang.

There are still seven days before the deadline for the ghost marriage mission, he must seize every minute and every second to make complete preparations for entering Yongxiang.

Therefore, going to the ghost port in Yangping is an unavoidable choice.

Putting everything back into the backpack, Su Che sorted out the entries recorded in the memo on the phone again, and then added some content to it.

'No. 016, Ghost Creature: The specific space formed by the ghost in red is inextricably linked to the cause of death of the ghost in red. There are specific rules in the ghost. If you crack the secret of the ghost, you can find a way to kill or control the ghost in red. ? (doubtful)'

'No. 017, Granny Meng: An old woman with a grimace in the water of Tangshan Reservoir. The shroud she wears may be a ghost, and she has an inexplicably dirty relationship with the cult member Hermit. '

'No. 018, Pig-killing Knife: It comes from Deng Butcher's Strange Story recorded in the Black Book of the Strange Story Association, the real strange talk collected by Mr. H, and confirmed by the ghost passenger of the 714 bus. Can a pig's knife become a red dress? '

The memorandum was recorded, and Su Che encrypted it. So far, he has successfully deciphered the manufacturing process of the consecrated mahogany sword. Unfortunately, the materials are limited and he has not been able to actually operate it. However, the tomb of the nameless person who was struck by lightning was successfully consecrated, and Su Che has been confirmed. Che's method works.

However, the technique is still rough, and there is still a big gap between the consecrated mahogany sword that the system obtained from the Yiwu Small Commodity Market.

"It's a pity to use up such a large coffin board. After completing the mission of Ghost Harbor and getting the consecrated amulet, we must study the difference between it and the consecrated mahogany sword so that we can mass-produce it!" Su Che thought to himself.

Putting the mobile phone back into his pocket, Su Che walked to the living room with his backpack, took a few bags of dog food into the backpack, kicked the big black dog that was still sleeping, took the chicken coop and the box where the headless ghost baby was placed. Toolbox, ready to go.

In broad daylight, the blood-stained high-heeled shoes and the long-handled black umbrella that kept lingering in the living room stayed where they were. Su Che thought that he might as well take them all away, so he took them with him and opened the door with a big bag and a small bag. out.

The gloomy living room of the rented house finally regained some popularity after Su Che took away all the ghosts. The plaque and moss clinging to the corner of the wall quickly disappeared and shriveled into dark brown stains.

Before closing the door, Su Che took a last look at the rental house, and he didn't know how long it would take to come back after going to Yangping.

Going downstairs with big bags and small bags, I was very excited to see the big black dog in the bustling morning market downstairs. It obviously hadn't seen so many people when it was wandering around the No. 77 haunted house in Nanfeng Town, and some people tended to go crazy.

Hou Zhihui, the owner of the breakfast stall, saw Su Che walking out of the community with big bags and small bags, and quickly put down the business at hand and came over to say hello, "Doctor Su, this is you, are you going on a trip again?"

"The neighbors next door said that my pets are disturbing the people, so I help them find a place to store them, and take a long trip along the way." Su Che replied.

After finishing speaking, Su Che added, "Uncle Hou, how is your nephew's condition? Has it improved?"

"Doctor Su, you are amazing. Xiao Liang came back from your house yesterday. Although he can't remember some things clearly, all his symptoms have disappeared, and he is now exactly like a normal person!" Hou Zhihui said happily, "In the future There are also mentally ill patients, I will definitely introduce you to Dr. Su! Hey...Do not rush away, Dr. Su, I will treat you to breakfast!"

Hearing Hou Zhihui's shout, Su Che ran in small steps, and soon disappeared before Hou Zhihui's eyes. He couldn't help but sighed, "Doctor Su is really a warm-hearted guy. It's also confiscated, and I won't charge him for breakfast in the future!"

Fleeing to the side of the road and stopping a taxi, Su Che stuffed the big and small bags on hand into the car. Su Che felt a little helpless, "It's not enough to have a relative who is evil, Uncle Hou, do you want everyone around you to be haunted by ghosts?"

The cousins ​​Hou Zhihui and Hou Xiaolin still think that Wu Liang is a mental disorder caused by strong stimulation, but they don't know that bumping into evil is the true portrayal of Wu Liang.

"Hey, isn't this the young man who claims to be the bus driver?" A slightly familiar voice came to his ears, and the chubby Mediterranean taxi driver looked at Su Che with a mocking expression, "I have another A new urban legend, I don’t know if you’ve heard of it!”

Sitting in the co-pilot, Su Che looked at the fat Mediterranean driver speechlessly, feeling that he and every taxi driver he took had met many times, it was really a bad relationship.

The fat Mediterranean driver looked at Su Che cheerfully, regardless of whether he agreed or not, he said directly, "This new urban legend is Xiao Hu, the night shift driver, who encountered a ghost asking for directions at night in the Qingshan Mental Hospital!"

After telling the name of the story, the fat Mediterranean driver asked, "By the way, where are you going, young man?"

"Qingshan Mental Hospital." Su Che said silently.

"???"

The overweight Mediterranean driver was full of question marks.

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"The Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital is located in the suburbs of Jiangcheng City. It was first built at the end of the last century, and has been expanded many times since then. Together with the Psychiatric Department of the Third People's Hospital, it is called Jiangcheng's twin stars in the field of psychiatry."

"The Psychiatric Department of the Third People's Hospital mainly accepts and treats mild mental illness patients, while Qingshan Mental Hospital adopts a fully closed management system to provide rehabilitation services for aggressive severe mental illness patients. Some time ago, the Third People's Hospital was rumored to be closed due to haunting.

But this is nothing to Qingshan Mental Hospital. Many years ago, there was a vicious murder in Qingshan Mental Hospital. Since then, the prevention and control of Qingshan Mental Hospital has become more stringent. psychopaths, but... ghosts...

Young man, you probably don't know these little-known urban legends, do you? "

While driving, the fat Mediterranean taxi driver talked to Su Che, showing his profound knowledge, and wanted to save face from Su Che.

Su Che was sitting upright, and he always had a strange sense of déjà vu when others talked about the urban legend of the Third People's Hospital.

It is obvious that the Third People's Hospital is haunted and closed, but Su Che always wants to refute and clarify to this middle-aged Mediterranean taxi driver——

The Third People's Hospital is not haunted at all!

These are all gossips from people with good intentions, but in fact there is no such thing at all.

Because the ghost passengers on the No. 714 bus that haunted the Third People's Hospital have been slaughtered by him, and now there are not even ashes left. Your claim that the Third People's Hospital is haunted is a real rumor.

"Uncle driver, what you said has something to do with the urban legend you want to talk about?" Su Che smiled, and his mother was very critical.

The plump Mediterranean driver was all smiles. This young man who knew all the ghost stories among taxi drivers had never heard of this new urban legend. He ignored the problem that Su Che's terminal was the Qingshan Mental Hospital, and it was time for his performance.

With a smile on his face, the fat Mediterranean driver looked serious, "Young man, don't believe in evil! Those of us taxi drivers who work night shifts all the year round, who hasn't encountered some weird things? It's better to believe it than to believe it. what!"

"Xiao Hu is a new driver. He has just joined the job not long ago. He is a young man who is bold and does not believe in evil and is not afraid of ghosts. That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the sky was full of wind and clouds late at night. He saw that a heavy rain was coming. A strange male passenger stopped him. Report the name of his car, he is going to Qingshan Mental Hospital."

The fat Mediterranean driver glanced at Su Che, with a strange and scary smile on his lips, pretending to be mysterious.

Su Che's curiosity was aroused, and he began to listen carefully to the story told by the fat Mediterranean driver. Even the big black dog in the back seat was attracted by his story, his dog eyes widened, and he looked at him with a hachihachi look. Tongue out.

Satisfied with the performance of one person and one dog, the fat Mediterranean driver went on to say, "If it were us experienced drivers who heard that this passenger was going to a remote place like Qingshan Mental Hospital in the middle of the night, there are eight out of ten Even if I want to go, I will contact the taxi driver on the same road in advance in the WeChat group, and travel with me. It is not for other reasons, just for insurance, even if there is no evil, but if there is a car robbery The gangsters also have a care.

But after all, Xiao Hu is a stunned young man who has just joined the job. He only saw a big business approaching him, so he put the passenger in the car without thinking about it, and drove to Qingshan Mental Hospital by himself.

On the way, Xiao Hu talked to the passenger one after another, but the passenger always ignored him.

Only then did he realize that something was wrong. He observed through the rearview mirror that the inside of the leather jacket of the passenger in the rear seat seemed to be wearing the kind of restraint clothes that mental patients would wear.

Xiao Hu had no idea that when he was observing the passengers in the backseat, the passengers in the backseat were also observing him.

The bloodshot pupils were full of crazy and chaotic emotions, as if the passenger had been strongly stimulated, he kept repeating the strange content that Xiao Hu couldn't understand in a low voice.

Oops!Shouldn't I be carrying a severely mentally ill patient who escaped from Qingshan Mental Hospital?

At that time, Xiao Hu had this thought in his mind, and found that the passenger on board might be a dangerous and seriously ill mentally ill patient. Xiao Hu immediately tried to save himself. After all, even if the mentally ill passenger in the back seat killed him, it would not break the law.

Sneakily lifted the cover of the alarm, Xiao Hu planned to press the alarm button immediately if the severely mentally ill passenger in the back seat behaved strangely, and contacted the nearby taxi driver brother through the WeChat group to rescue him.

However, all of Xiao Hu's actions were seen by the severely mentally ill passenger in the back seat. He smiled strangely and asked Xiao Hu in a gloomy tone, do you want to call the police?

At this point, Xiao Hu was stunned. He found that the seriously mentally ill passenger in the back seat suddenly took out a fruit knife. The blade of the fruit knife was covered with old and new blood. Scum, Xiao Hu knew it was a murder weapon at a glance. "

Speaking of this, the fat Mediterranean driver panted softly, and said the long paragraph above in one breath, which made his worrying lung capacity a little overwhelming.