No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Looking at the sarcasm barrage that appeared from time to time in the live broadcast room, Long Wenhua's face remained unchanged.

Can you continue to waste money if you want to lose face?

He had an innocent expression on his face, "The last time I was in Yangping, I only said that I would quit the spirit world, and I didn't say that I would not broadcast live!"

"I'm sure you won't believe me if I say it. I've risked my life to broadcast live to you recently. There's absolutely no fake elements. I almost finished it a few times. Isn't it worth it for the audience to take the plane that doesn't cost you money? The rocket brushes up?"

Regarding Long Wenhua's shameless behavior, the audience in the live broadcast instantly exploded.

"Brother Long, let me tell you, can you still have some face? What's wrong with you, come to be a beggar on the Internet? This job is not bad, but it's pretty bad!"

"Swipe, swipe, I have already started to swipe. I have swiped the report button several times. Everyone thinks that I did the right thing? The light of righteousness shines on the earth!"

"As long as Brother Long is willing to donate your white ass, not to mention free airplanes and rockets, even villas and mansions are not a problem. I have reserved the door for you at Home Inn 505, come quickly!"

puff......

Long Wenhua almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood. Although he had already expected the level of sand sculptures from netizens in the live broadcast room, he still had no idea about the sand sculpture comments that frequently appeared in the live broadcast room.

"You said that in my live broadcast room, my painting style was quite normal when I pretended to be ghosts, but since I really hit ghosts in the Helong Hotel, why has the painting style of the whole live broadcast room become more and more sandy?" Thinking of it He was not popular because of Tan Ling, but because he was famous in the world of Tan Ling because of being raped by a female ghost, Long Wenhua wanted to cry a little.

But now is not the time to be self-pitying. You must not give up the bad money that you should have. Long Wenhua coughed twice, and then said, "Don't worry, audience masters. Although Brother Long, I have made up my mind to leave the dangerous live broadcast world of spirit exploration, but my The footsteps will not stop. Now there is a haunted house owner in Shuangqing City who has taken a fancy to my talent, Brother Long, and invited me to Shuangqing as a consultant for the construction of haunted houses. Let me lead everyone to uncover the mysteries of haunted house construction and return to us The original intention of entering the science live broadcast room!"

Before Long Wenhua finished speaking, the audience in the live broadcast room started a new round of swiping.

"Talent? Talent that has been persecuted by female ghosts one after another? I'm leaving my words here. Even Brother Long went to Shuangqing, but he couldn't escape the clutches of all kinds of female ghosts. Friends of female ghosts are definitely not empty words!"

"Compared to Brother Long, I think the haunted house should dig Wang to be a construction consultant. If he can chase ghosts to heaven and earth, he must have a lot of experience in haunted house construction!"

"Brother Long has passed away. Didn't you see that the last time you forced the king to go to the grave village without bringing Brother Long? Now is the era of Brother Cheng!"

"Are you talking about the brother Cheng who was stuck in a bloody hole by a zombie when he debuted? To be fair, he is worse than Brother Long. He has lost so much blood, and he doesn't know if he is going to die!"

"Don't be six basic exercises, don't be six basic exercises, it's just the effect of the show."

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After turning off Long Wenhua's live broadcast room, Chen Ruiguang looked through the car window at a slightly empty and gloomy alley by the side of the road, and the iron road sign nailed to the wall at the entrance of the alley silently explained where it was.

'Laundry Lane'

Ever since he learned about Granny Meng and Xixi Lane from the Jiangcheng Crematorium video on the Spiritual Forum, he and Zhao Tailai rushed back to the team with slightly improved health and devoted themselves to the first-line investigation of Xixi Lane.

He glanced at Zhao Tailai. Old Zhao, who had lost a lot of blood, was still pale, dragging his empty sleeves and staring at the direction of Laundry Lane intently.

"Before Long Wenhua's live broadcast in Yangping Ghost Harbor, I saw Granny Meng being chased and killed by a group of ghosts. She should have escaped from Jiangcheng, and combined with the remarks of Mr. Su and others on Jianghai No. 422 ghost ship , Granny Meng is probably dead!" Zhao Tailai said slowly.

Chen Ruiguang pressed the bullets that had just been imitated for a few hours, and did not know how many times the special bullets sent by Su Che were effective, and the special bullets that were not used up last time were pressed into the magazine alternately.

"The bullets have already been fired, when will the operation start?" Chen Ruiguang raised his head and asked.

Zhao Tailai's pale face showed a serious look, "We will act immediately when the Jiangcheng Armed Police Corps arrives for support."

"What we are going to face this time is extremely dangerous cult members, they may produce some weird things, just like those you have experienced before, so this time we are an annihilation operation, regardless of life or death! I am repeating, this time we are an annihilation operation, regardless of life or death!"

Zhao Tailai's tone gradually turned cold, "In 10 minutes, the municipal vehicles will block the laundry alley on the grounds of repairing the leaking gas pipeline. We put on municipal uniforms and enter the laundry alley under the pretense of dismissing irrelevant personnel. The snipers from the Armed Police Corps and The commando team is ready, we will start to act immediately, and if we find any abnormal situation, we will immediately call for support!"

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As a student of Jiangcheng Medical University, Guo Yulin has always sneered at the theory of ghosts. After all, as a medical student in anatomy class, she has dissected a lot of small animals and the general teacher, so she does not have a strong fear of the dead.

However, things have changed not long ago. Since going to Nanfeng Town for a class activity, Guo Yulin often wakes up in the middle of the night, covered in cold sweat, every time she recalls that unusual night.

Narrow and cramped alleys, severely decomposed corpses covered in maggots, and zombies full of fangs, the horror of Nanfeng Ghost Town appeared in her dreams almost every night.

"What's wrong with me? Didn't I just go to Nanfeng Town for a friendship trip with my classmates on weekends? Why did these pictures appear in my dreams?" Guo Yulin remembers very clearly that the Chen's ancestral hall in Nanfeng Town that night A bizarre murder case happened outside. A gorgeous woman died inexplicably in the stinky ditch outside the Chen's ancestral hall.

Guo Yulin, who was used to seeing corpse specimens, did not feel too frightened by this, and the police from Nanfeng Town Police Station who arrived soon took control of the scene. It was just an investigation, and they were released at dawn the next morning without any suspicion.

But why...

"I have this kind of strange nightmare every night? Nanfeng Ghost Town, Old Wangtou, and the young man who couldn't see his face and called me a primary school girl. What's going on?" Guo Yulin's mind was full of Puzzled.

Waking up from a dream again, the bedroom window was gray and the air was humid and hot. Seeing that the rainstorm was approaching, Guo Yulin felt an indescribable feeling of depression.

Jiangcheng Medical University had its summer vacation half a month ago. Guo Yulin, who had been having nightmares for a long time, was in a trance, and was about to go out to Jiangcheng Third People's Hospital to find a psychiatrist to diagnose and treat her frequent nightmares.

After simply washing up and changing clothes, Guo Yulin turned her head and glanced out the window.

Suddenly, a chill came down my back, and my whole body seemed to be frozen, and I couldn't even lift my feet.

She can clearly feel...

From nowhere, a pair of eyes stared at him.

Chapter 350 Mr. Su, did you go to Qingshan Mental Hospital last night?

This feeling was so strong that Guo Yulin's hairs stood on end, and her upper and lower teeth couldn't stop shaking.

In the end, the trembling teeth even caused the whole body to tremble.

Guo Yulin became anxious. This uncontrollable fear was almost exactly the same as the Nanfeng ghost town nightmare she would have every night.

Do not!

This kind of fear is stronger than the fear brought to her by Nanfeng Ghost Town.

The confused brain was unable to think, the stiff neck twisted slowly, and a strange figure was reflected in Guo Yulin's pupils.

The bungalow downstairs in the old community was originally built as a warehouse. After simple decoration, it was rented out to others to open shops. Guo Yulin vaguely remembered that she was facing two small restaurants with poor sanitation. In the middle of the restaurant is an alley full of sewage.

In this alley full of sewage, the figure she saw turned her back.

"This is a corpse!"

Guo Yulin's heart beat faster, and even her breathing became difficult. She yelled frantically in her heart, "This is a corpse!"

A chill came to my heart.

I don't know if it's because of having nightmares about Nanfeng Ghost Town for a long time, Guo Yulin gradually got used to the gaze staring at her from nowhere, and also got used to the chill that hit her heart.

"Ghost! That figure in the alley downstairs is a ghost!" Inexplicably, such thoughts emerged from the bottom of Liangtou's heart. Even Guo Yulin was frightened by her incredible premonition. She asked herself, "Why do I have such thoughts? ?”

The figure in the alley downstairs seemed to have caught Guo Yulin's sight. He raised his head and glanced at the old residential building in front of him.

But suddenly, a blood-stained bone-cutting long knife appeared without warning on the roof made of simple planks. With a clicking sound, the heavily corroded simple plank roof shook.

The blood-stained bone-splitting long knife placed on the roof of the simple plank slammed down due to a sudden vibration, pierced straight into the sky of the figure in the alley, and finally pierced out from the lower jaw with white brains and coagulated blood .

Reasonably speaking, the hermit deeply believed in the saying that the most dangerous place is the safest place, otherwise he would not be able to return to Laundry Lane where Granny Meng was hiding.

But this time, Goddess of Luck didn't seem to favor him again, or in other words, escaping from that man surnamed Chu had exhausted the last luck in his life.

The hermit stretched out his hand again, and pulled out the blood-stained bone-slicing knife that exploded his head. With the help of the last remaining consciousness, he carefully looked at the blood-stained long knife on the knife, with a strong ominous breath It even made him feel terrified, "This is the third time, whether I wear it by my side or throw it away, it will always appear inexplicably..."

"What the hell is this knife?"

Originally, the hermit thought that the 22 gold-rimmed Tarot cards of the Tarot Society were the weirdest things in the world. After seeing the rules of the 22 gold-rimmed Tarot cards, he resolutely defected from the Tarot Society, even if he became Monsters who are neither human nor ghost are not hesitated.

But today, he saw this even more evil blood-stained long knife from the man who took away the ghost bus of No. 714. He obviously used the owner of the fish pond of Tangshan Reservoir to lure out the man from No. [-] ward of Qingshan Mental Hospital. Horror ghosts.

But the blood-stained long knife still found his hiding place, and launched surprise attacks on him one after another. If he hadn't become a monster that was neither human nor ghost, he might have been killed by this blood-stained long knife. Hacked.

The body fell heavily on the ground of the alley where the sewage was flowing. The coagulated blood and white brains melted into the sewage on the ground from the wound caused by the blood-stained bone cutter.

After a while, the sewage that melted into the coagulated blood and white brains seemed to turn into a swamp, and the hermit's lifeless body sank into the sewage bit by bit.

After a while, the blood-stained bone cutter also disappeared.

Guo Yulin sees everything in her eyes.

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After running around all night, by the time Su Che returned to the rental house with his bags on his back, the sky had already begun to light up.

A few days ago, he went back and forth between Yangping Ghost Harbor and Fenzhai Village in Nanhe County. Next, go to Seongnam Private Middle School to recharge your batteries.

Today's weather is very bad, Su Che went back to the rental house and lay down on the bed for a long time, when he was awakened from his sleep by the muffled thunder that exploded outside the window.

He rubbed his astringent eyes and got up from the bed, took another shower, and then sat in the living room watching the rainstorm outside the window, feeling a little strange.

"Gah, I feel inexplicably uncomfortable not having to go to work. I really want to go back to work and fish!" The more he thought about it, the worse he got, Su Che took out his cell phone and called Director Zhao.

After a few short rings, the phone was connected, Director Zhao's slightly tired but not angry voice came from the microphone, "Xiao Su, you have done a good job, ever since a patient in the psychiatric department of the Third Hospital was kicked off by a doctor The news about the three ribs got out, and now my office door is about to be knocked open!"

"Why don't I go back to the hospital today and take the patients to explain to them?" Su Che tentatively asked in order to satisfy his desire to go back to the office to catch fish.

Director Zhao's voice suddenly became louder, "Don't, Xiao Su, don't go back to the hospital, don't you think the troubles are not big enough now? But don't worry, when the matter is resolved, I will do it without you saying Called you back to work!"

As soon as the words finished, Director Zhao hung up the phone, leaving Su Che looking at the torrential rain outside the window in a mess.

Sleeping and unable to sleep, and unable to go back to the hospital to fish, Su Che had no choice but to take out his backpack and start counting the remaining items at hand.

A piece of soul-inducing incense, Qiu Lan's diary that has not been moved for a long time, Professor Yang's pointer, the black book of the Guitan Association, Li Rusong's human skin mask, paper mourning clothes, some special bullets, a Type 54 pistol, and a paper lamp A cup of tea, a pot of trumpet flowers, a boat hook covered with red rust...

Oh, by the way, there is also the bald chicken that was caught from the Qingshan Mental Hospital last night. Su Che's hope of finding Brother Chicken is all pinned on it.

Looking at the huge soul-calling banner standing in the living room, Su Che really didn't know how to use this thing. After all, even the black book of the Guild of Ghost Story couldn't put it in. It can be seen that there must be something in this soul-calling banner. Strange effect.

[Spirit-calling Banner: Weird-looking handicraft, which has a certain collection value, and may have some peculiar effects. The maker's seal has been erased, and only the word 'Lin' can be vaguely seen. 】

Su Che looked at the system's evaluation of the soul-calling banner thoughtfully.

I used the memo to file and classify the newly acquired items, and wrote a lot of coping methods and conjectures about the ghosts I encountered so far. After I finished my work, it was already noon.

The torrential rain outside the window didn't seem to stop in the slightest, but Su Che received a phone call that he didn't expect. Looking at the long string of 0 phone numbers on the phone screen, he thought for a moment and pressed the connect button.

"Mr. Su, did you go to Qingshan Mental Hospital last night?"

Chapter 350 Seven I wonder if you have any intention to transfer the corpse king in your hand?

"You discovered all of this?" Su Che asked in a surprised tone.

The deep and hoarse male voice on the phone seemed to have anticipated what Su Che wanted to say. He sighed and said, "There are specific resettlement measures for the remaining villagers of Fenzhai Village in Nanhe County. Those villagers have been poisoned by corpses for a long time. Corroded, they have turned into half-human, half-corpse existences, but...it seems that for some unknown reason, they have not completely turned into zombies..."

"I know what's going on!" Su Che said mysteriously, "Now I have a corpse king in my hand, and a strange fungus grows under its coffin, which seems to have a restraining effect on corpse poison!"

The deep and hoarse male voice was silent for a long time, as if frightened by Su Che, it took a long time before he spoke out slowly, "Mr. Su...you were talking just now...you controlled yourself Only corpse king?"

"No! It's not what you think at all. This corpse king volunteered himself for me to study entirely out of repentance for his sins!" Su Che said.

The deep and hoarse male voice found that he couldn't keep up with Su Che's brain circuit at all, so he could only say with great melancholy, "I understand, Mr. Su, you don't need to explain, I understand everything! Let's put aside the matter of the corpse king, this time I will contact you Mainly for your work permit, and about the will of Dean Yu of Qingshan Mental Hospital."

"Last night, during the supernatural incident in the Qingshan Mental Hospital, Detective Zhou from the Secret Service Division [-] brought back President Yu's will. There are two guardianship rights that will be transferred to your name, Mr. Su, but we still need to carry out the investigation on the two guardians. The harmless confirmation will take about half a year... With all due respect, Mr. Su, I can ask you what you did to those extremely dangerous and seriously ill mental patients in Ward No. [-] last night? They are now Status...well...how should I put it...Mr. Su, you just treat them as scared and stupid!"