No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Chapter 210: The Tank Comes to Dream

Walking into the carriage, I saw the woman who was exuding a burnt smell and wept bitterly.

Mr. J first stopped in his tracks, his mouth grew open, as if he wanted to say something nasty, but when he saw Su Che and Mr. H turning their heads to look at him, he very consciously admitted his cowardice, and found a random seat to sit upright.

Whether it's Mr. H or Su Che, he can't afford to mess with either, so he slipped away.

"Since Mr. J is here, let's bring Old K, Fatty Qian and Little Sweet, and we'll set off for Yangping!" Su Che walked from the burnt smelling woman to the driver's seat and said to the ghost in uniform.

Kuang Cheng and Fatty Qian had already driven away earlier, saying that they were going to pick up Britney. The two met in Jiangdu Garden, subdued the ghost and started the No. 714 bus, and slowly drove away from Qingshan Mental Hospital, heading for the Jiangdu Garden's Wei Tan Association. .

Through the car window, Su Che looked at the No. [-] ward in the deepest part of the Qingshan Mental Hospital. Against the backdrop of the night, the No. [-] ward hidden in the pine forest looked particularly strange.

Buildings [-] to [-] were lit up after nightfall, but Building [-] was like a ghost building with no one inhabited. Until now, no lights were lit, and the whitewashed exterior walls reflected in the night. The faint light, blocked by the woven steel fence, looks very eerie.

I don't know if it's Su Che's illusion, but he can vaguely feel that there seems to be a person wearing blue and white striped hospital clothes lying on the door and window of the third ward from the left on the fourth floor of Ward No. The 714 bus of Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital.

......

It was already early morning when the subdued ghost drove the No. 714 bus to Jiangdu Garden Station.

Kuang Cheng, Fatty Qian and Xiao Tiantian stood on the platform of Jiangdu Garden and waited. Besides, Su Che also met an unexpected person... Long Wenhua.

Long Wenhua froze in place, showing a strong emotion of lovelessness, a pair of hairy legs exposed to the air, shaking tremblingly.

And Xiao Tiantian was radiant, holding the mahogany radio and seven seven eight eight live broadcast equipment, seeing the 714 bus approaching, hurriedly urged Long Wenhua to get on the bus.

crunch.

The door of bus No. 714 opened, Long Wenhua raised his head, and Su Che's figure was reflected in his unrequited eyes. He thought he was dreaming, then rubbed his eyes, and found that it was not a dream, and burst into tears. Voice.

"Brother, I'm so miserable! I slept hazily last night. I never expected to dream of a tank, and I was crushed to death by a tank of several hundred kilograms. Woooooo...this is called me a dragon How will someone meet someone in the future?" Long Wenhua ran away from Xiaotiantian as if fleeing, crying to Su Che.

Su Che was dumbfounded, and asked cautiously, "Is it just a dream?"

"Yeah, it was a dream. When I woke up, I felt as if I was really crushed by a tank. My bones were almost broken. Then Xiao Tiantian from the Ghost Story Association came to my door and forcibly took me from the anorectal department affiliated to the Medical University. Let's go, say that the Guitan Association has a group event tonight, and I want to participate." Long Wenhua said with a sad face.

Su Che patted Long Wenhua's shoulder sympathetically, and comforted him, "It's okay, although Xiaolong you missed the live broadcast of the ghost bus 714, but the ghost bus 714 in Yangping is not inferior at all. Believe me, this time Your live broadcasting business will surely reach a new level!"

Hearing what Su Che said, Long Wenhua suddenly became awkward. He pondered for a while, then made up his mind and said, "Brother, I thought that live broadcasting of spirit exploration is too dangerous. It only took me a few days. How many times have I been oppressed by a female ghost? So I decided to change my career and find a safe job."

"Safe work?"

Long Wenhua nodded fiercely, "Compared to the live broadcast of Tanling, it is unreasonably safe. Yesterday, the owner of a haunted house in Shuangqing contacted me, planning to ask me to be a design consultant for the haunted house. The experience of live broadcasting of spirit exploration, and the recent experience of chasing supernatural events with you through life and death with big brother, it should not be a problem if you think about it."

"However, I, Long, always do things from the beginning to the end. This trip to Yangping with you guys, let's regard it as the end of my live broadcast career of exploring spirits!" Long Wenhua looked at Su Che, and didn't know that he was the last one. Has Bo's idea of ​​running away with bad money been seen through, and he asked cautiously, "Brother, is Yangping dangerous? I'm not healed from an old injury now, I'm afraid I can't stand it!"

As he spoke, Long Wenhua glanced down, indicating that his chrysanthemum injury was still not optimistic.

Su Che thought for a moment, "This trip to Yangping is considered to be a group building for the Guild Story Association. First, we will go to Yangping Ancient Town for a day, then watch the fireworks show, and then go to Ghost Harbor to buy tickets and take the Jianghai No. 422 cruise ship. A trip of two days and two nights!"

"That said, it doesn't seem to be very dangerous...Brother, I'm going!" Long Wenhua resolutely said.

After confirming that the trip to Yangping wasn't too dangerous, Long Wenhua finally breathed a sigh of relief. The nightmare of being crushed by tanks last night was too thrilling, which made him sleepless all night. He walked to the seat behind Su Che and sat down. , he yawned, his eyelids were clenched, and after a while, there was the sound of even breathing.

While Su Che, Long Wenhua, and Long Wenhua were talking, other members of the Ghost Story Association had already boarded the bus. After Su Che gave the subdued ghost the command to drive, it drove the No. 714 bus along the road out of the city at high speed.

The woman exuding a burnt smell was stunned in the corner of the back door of the bus, murmuring some incomprehensible whispers in a hoarse voice.

The big black dog was lying on the tool box containing the headless ghost baby in the last row of the carriage, staring at the woman who smelled of burnt body together with the little hen locked in the chicken coop.

After a long time, the woman exuding a burnt smell said hoarsely to herself, "My name, my name is Bai Jing."

She seemed to have figured it out, and said slowly, "In my eyes, he is a very good person, kind, gentle, handsome, and sunny, just like a gift from God, allowing me to feel the truth when I fall into hell. Feeling a little warm, it is no exaggeration to say that he is even my everything."

"He is a doctor, a doctor in the burn department. I was severely burned at the time, as if I was in hell. The burnt smell filled my senses, and the tearing pain stimulated my nerves all the time."

"I really couldn't live anymore. My sister and my father passed away one after another. My whole world was dark without a single ray of light. Then I committed suicide."

"He rescued me. Under his hands, the pains that tormented me disappeared miraculously. Although I was still covered in burn marks, pus from the infection was everywhere, and the stench was unbearable even to myself, But he didn't realize it, just like carefully carving a work of art, he grafted my skin and recovered..."

"But... the fire-scorched skin on my body is very strange. No matter how many times the skin is grafted, when it is about to heal, it will always crack again and turn into a scorched appearance again."

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Bai Jing said something that surprised Su Che, "I don't know if it's my illusion, but I seem to see the shadow of my father from the hermit...really , it seems like...but he is obviously dead...this may be my illusion..."

"Afterwards, I followed the hermit, starting from Jingcheng, passed through many cities, and finally came to Jiangcheng. He disappeared for a long time a few years ago, and he began to look a little different from him when he came back. He said that he would completely heal the ugly scars on my body, and let me sit on the hearse to death, but after that, he never appeared again..."

Chapter 210 Grandpa, you should know Ghost Harbor, right?

At around three o'clock in the morning, Subdued Ghost drove the No. 714 bus to Yangping. Su Che got off the bus with his bag on his back, followed by everyone from the Ghost Story Association.

Long Wenhua watched the rusty No. 714 bus covered in black mist, gradually disappearing into the black book in Su Che's hand, and his mouth was big enough to stuff three eggs.

"Brother, could this book in your hand be the storage ring in the legendary cultivating immortal novel?" Long Wenhua said, his sleepiness gone, and he looked at the black book in Su Che's hand with wide eyes.

Su Che stuffed the black book back into his backpack, and said to Long Wenhua, "Xiaolong, don't read any novels. You have to believe in science. How can there be a storage ring in this world? There are ghosts in this book, and there are more than one Just, do you want to see it?"

Long Wenhua originally wanted to complain that he had seen ghosts so many times, how can there be any science to speak of, but when he heard Su Che say that there was more than one ghost in the black book, he immediately froze. Something horrible is hidden in this black book.

Mr. Long has been frightened enough recently, and finally came to Yangping for a vacation and bumped into ghosts?

Think about it or forget it.

Yangping is an ancient town adjacent to the Lanjiang River. Since ancient times, it has been the place where the river transportation from Shuangqing to Jiangcheng must pass. The banks of the river gather into a small town.

Nowadays, Yangping’s river transportation is almost no longer used, and it can only be developed into a tourist attraction. Therefore, although Su Che and others arrived in Yangping after three o’clock in the morning, the lights here are still brightly lit all night long.

It is completely impossible to see that there is a creepy ghost port here.

There is only one street in Linjiang in Yangping Ancient Town, which is paved with neat bluestone slabs. Various decorated Ming and Qing style wooden buildings are scattered on both sides of the street. Dim street lights illuminate the whole street. A figure can be seen walking among the buildings next to the road.

"At three o'clock in the morning, there are so many people. Sure enough, Yangping is much safer than Sick Building No. [-]!" Kuang Cheng was extremely grateful that he and Fatty Qian rejected Su Che's proposal to sneak into Sick Building No. [-].

Fatty Qian echoed in a low voice, "Yes, there are so many people here, even if it's haunted, it's definitely not evil!"

"You two are really useless, one is half human and half corpse, and the other is a parasitic starving ghost who is afraid of ghosts?" The mentally ill Mr. J looked at the Yangping Ancient Town in the night in a nervous way, trembling all over his body, looking gloomy With a wry smile, he said to the two, "Yangping... actually smells like No. [-] Sick Building..."

Kuang Cheng and Fatty Qian were taken aback and gasped, "Sick Building No. [-]? It's not so exaggerated!"

"Stop muttering, find a homestay that is still open, and then I'll go find out the news!" Su Che walked into Yangping Ancient Town with his bag on his back, followed by a big black dog with its tongue sticking out.

Everyone looked at Su Che who walked into Yangping Ancient Town in dismay. After a while, he disappeared.

"Well, it's more than three o'clock in the morning, and there are still open homestays?" Long Wenhua asked in surprise.

"Should... yes?" Kuang Cheng wasn't sure.

Su Che took out Leon's petunias. The huge buds had been placed in the gloomy living room for a long time, and they were slightly sluggish. If he hadn't tidied up the things at hand today, he would have almost forgotten about this petunias.

Entering Yangping Ancient Town, the sluggish petunia flower bud instantly became extremely energetic, and slowly turned the flower bud to guide Su Che in the direction.

Following the direction guided by the trumpet flowers, Su Che walked alone in the streets of Yangping Ancient Town. The shops on both sides had long been closed, and only the faint street lamps swayed with the night wind blowing from time to time, and the lights swayed.

Different from Nanfeng where Su Che had been to, Yangping Ancient Town has a strong commercial atmosphere. After walking for a few minutes, Su Che found a strange place.

Every fourth house on the side of the river, there will be a path leading to the river. Without any lighting, it is dark and difficult to see clearly, which makes people feel daunted.

"Sure enough, it's similar to what Wu Liang said. There are many small ports in Yangping, but I don't know where the ghost port is." Su Che thought to himself.

Yangping Ancient Town is not big, there is only one main road along the river bank. Su Che quickly walked the entire main road, the morning glory still pointed straight ahead, and he had already left the range of Yangping Ancient Town.

Su Che thought about it, anyway, he will rest during the day tomorrow, and there is still a lot of time, so he continued to follow the direction pointed by Trumpet Hu.

Not long after, the bluestone road paved from Yangping Ancient Town was broken, and the surrounding buildings became dilapidated. The old wooden houses were hung with big locks, and there was a thick layer of dust and decayed dead leaves. Together, it looks deserted for a long time.

"It's like two worlds inside and outside the town, there really is a problem."

The surrounding area was pitch black, and Su Che didn't see a single living person in the vicinity, which was even more outrageous than Nanfeng Town.

Going forward, the morning glory adjusted its direction slightly. Su Che finally stopped in front of the door of an old courtyard. The high wall built with railings in front of the door was in disrepair for a long time, and it was seriously faded. There were even many gaps. As he stood, the faint light shone through the cracked cracks in the wooden door to the cold ground outside, which was a bit gloomy.

Su Che knocked on the door.

The person who opened the door was an old man in his 60s. He had a bad attitude at first, but after Su Che took out a few bright red hundred-yuan bills and said that he was a tourist who missed the business hours of the hotel and wanted to stay overnight, he was very polite. He invited Su Che into the yard, turned on all the lights in the yard, and even poured a cup of hot tea for Su Che.

"Young man, you brought this beast with you when you travel?" The old man fell asleep after being woken up by Su Che, and sat in the yard chatting with Su Che.

Su Che glanced at the big black dog that was following him, "The wild dogs I picked up on the road followed me for some reason, and I couldn't drive them away."

"Very good, the dog is rich, it means you want to get rich, young boy." The few hundred yuan bills that Su Che took out were obviously not light, the old man said cheerfully.

The two chatted for a few more words, Su Che pretended to ask casually, "Old man, I think this side is only a few steps away from Yangping Ancient Town, but they behave very differently. I think the buildings here also have a lot of history. Why didn't it develop?"

The old man was stunned with a cheerful expression just now, got up and went back to the room to rummage through the boxes to find a bong, lit the dry smoke and smoked for a while.

"You are still young, you are still young, there are some things you don't understand, it's getting late, go to bed earlier." The old man who had just chatted happily with Su Che suddenly changed his face after smoking a pipe, and hurriedly urged him to go to bed early.

However, Su Che was unmoved at all, holding the hot tea that the old man handed over just now, his voice was very calm, but his eyes were a little scary, "Grandpa, you should know Ghost Harbor, right?"

bang.

The old man shook his hand, and the bong in his hand suddenly slipped and fell to the ground, sparks flying everywhere.

Chapter 210 The Sixth Corpse Fisherman

"Why are you asking this? Young man, I don't know where you heard the rumors about the ghost port, but I advise you to put away your curiosity. Once you go to that place, you won't be able to come back!"

The old man hurriedly picked up the bong that fell on the ground and was full of sparks, his eyelids twitched wildly, and his expression flustered.

Slowly putting down the teacup, Su Che smiled slightly, "Old man, you really know Ghost Harbor!"

At this time, the old man suddenly realized when he saw the smile on Su Che's face, "Young boy, you lied to me?"

"Don't say it so harshly. I, Su, just use the right method at the right time to guide you to tell the truth, that's all. It's just a simple psychological hint." Su Che stood up, folded his arms and looked at the old man.

Holding the bong, the old man was a little speechless, he looked at Su Che indignantly, and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing Su Che's frown, he felt a chill in his heart for no reason, and immediately said, "Young boy, why did you find a ghost port? That port... many people died... .We are deliberately not mentioning this place name here, for fear of breaking a taboo."

"I treated a patient who escaped from a ghost port a while ago, and then..." Su Che took out the wet and crumpled boat that appeared strangely in his living room after Wu Liang left. He said to the old man, "Ghost Harbor has already sent me an invitation, so I naturally accepted the invitation to come here and use my length to explore its depth!"

Looking at the wet ticket in Su Che's hand, which was almost soaked in water, the old man squeezed the bong in his hand, he was very nervous and scared, "I just heard that the old man at home mentioned that place, but don't know where it is."

"Don't you want to know that we are very close to Yangping Ancient Town, but there is no development?" The old man knocked on the bong, refilled the tobacco, took a puff, and exhaled the smoke before he said, "I live outside Yangping Ancient Town. We are unwelcome aliens, you may have heard the story of the Yellow River corpse hunters, but in the Lanjiang... there are corpse hunters too."

"Old man, are you still picking up corpses at this age? Are you afraid that you will not be able to get up if you fall into the river?" Su Che asked in surprise.

The old man was choked by Su Che's words, and the smoke from his cigarette hit his throat so hot that he could not stop coughing, pounding his chest desperately, and it took a long while to recover.

"Don't interrupt me, young man!" The old man said madly after breathing smoothly, "Old man, my father was a corpse hunter in Lanjiang back then, driving a flat boat, returning at dusk to morning, picking up those souls who died in vain from Lanjiang, and calming them down. their resentment."

"Walking in and out of the Lanjiang River to retrieve corpses for many years, although we can save a lot of money, those of us who retrieve corpses outside Yangping Ancient Town often don't live long, and our bodies are not clean. My father died in his early thirties." The old man silently smoked a pipe, talking to Su Che without saying a word.