No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"Where is the exit, where is the exit?"

Long Wenhua trotted all the way, the close-fitting Taoist robe was extremely thin, and the chilly cold wind poured into the gaps of the loose Taoist robe, making Long Wenhua's teeth chatter from the cold.

The corridor ahead became narrow, and a sign dripping with blood appeared in Long Wenhua's sight.

'Hostel Nightmare'

"Night horror at the hostel? Isn't this a project on the second floor of the haunted house? Why did it appear on the basement floor of the haunted house?" An inexplicable sense of horror enveloped Long Wenhua's body, making his already tense nerves even more tense, unknown. The situation brought him an extremely terrifying experience.

"It doesn't matter, if this is the second floor of the haunted house, Wang Nan and Wu Xiu should be waiting for me here. It would be great if I can meet them."

Long Wenhua comforted himself in this way.

Walking along the narrower and narrower corridors, Long Wenhua walked towards the haunted house project of Nightmare in the hostel.

The corridors he passed through at the beginning were not scary, they were just decorated in the style of an ordinary hotel. However, Long Wenhua's tense nerves did not relax, and the extreme sense of terror lingering in his heart did not dissipate in the slightest.

Not long after, the carpet stained red with artificial plasma appeared before Long Wenhua's eyes. The scene in front of him was like a serial murder case, with spattered blood everywhere, and murder weapons discarded after committing the crime. The guest room not far away There was even a bloodied corpse of the victim crawling at the door.

The haunted house project of Nightmare in the hostel occupies a small area, and the corpse of the victim, who was prostrate on the ground and bleeding profusely, suddenly moved and slowly crawled towards Long Wenhua's location.

While crawling, he wailed in painful screams, "Help me, save me...quickly save me..."

Seeing this scene, Long Wenhua was not afraid to be overjoyed. Looking at the corpse of the victim crawling on the ground, he quickly stepped forward to help her up, and asked repeatedly, "Are you an actor in the haunted house? Do you have a walkie-talkie to contact the backstage staff? Now let me tell you, don't be afraid, the haunted house is haunted! It's not a fake one, but a real ghost. We don't have time. We must escape from the haunted house before the ghost finds us, or you They will all be killed by that ghost!"

The haunted house actor who was lifted up by Long Wenhua seemed to be frightened, his body was a little cold, and he stared blankly at Long Wenhua without saying a word.

"Why don't you talk? Do you think I'm lying to you? There's no time to explain. Take me to the backstage to find the staff of the haunted house. I can't stay here any longer!"

Long Wenhua impatiently dragged the haunted house actor from the ground and ran forward in small steps, "You are not scared, are you? You should say something!"

He glanced at the haunted house actor's face, which was pale and smeared with bright red sticky artificial plasma. He stared blankly at the front without any focus in his eyes, as if he was really frightened.

"Come back to your senses, what's your name?" Long Wenhua dragged her and continued to ask.

The haunted house actor's out-of-focus eyes trembled, as if some kind of memory was evoked, and finally he said with a trembling voice, "I... called... Zhang... Wan... Ning..."

Long Wenhua shuddered, he didn't know what happened, he always felt a little uncomfortable, the extreme horror that had been lingering in his heart seemed to be ignited, and there was an unstoppable desire to abandon everything and run away from his mind Emerge in.

But after all, Long Wenhua's courage has been tempered in many supernatural events, and he forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart that he wanted to escape immediately, "Zhang Wanning? It turned out to be you. The one you left in the corridor on the first floor after you used it up." The tape recorder almost scared me to death just now..."

"Don't be afraid, I, Long, have experienced many supernatural events, and I will definitely be able to lead you out of this haunted house!"

Chapter 470 Ghost in the Mirror, White Candle

"It's weird, what is Brother Long talking to himself in the air?"

"Yaoshou, Brother Long won't really see things we can't see..."

"It's really a bit strange, but we can see ghosts even if there are ghosts when Brother Long broadcasts live before!"

"I get it! Brother Long must be looking to seduce the female ghost, so he improvised and put it on for us to play!"

"Brother Long seems to have mentioned someone's name just now... what's his name, is it Zhang Wanning? I'll go and search, and I'll be back soon!"

"Brothers in front, you don't need to search. I've already got it back. Five people including Zhang Wanning, Zhang Hao, Li Ningqi, Qi Sheng, and Gu Siyuan were killed in a major security accident at the Daliuwan Haunted House in the southern suburbs of Shuangqing City on May 2020.520, 21. [-] days later, Yuan Yi, the owner of the Daliuwan Haunted House in the southern suburbs, committed suicide. It seems that the Daliuwan Haunted House in the southern suburbs has just undergone a complete renovation.

"Good guy, Brother Long is playing for real! I shouldn't call Brother Long a master of live broadcast scripts, a fake legendary professional, and a grandson of Long Jie who will be hired again. I'm guilty, and I repent."

"If the Daliuwan Haunted House is really haunted, wouldn't we be able to see Brother Long being crushed by a female ghost again? Good!"

"The focus of the sand sculpture netizens is really barren and strange. Doesn't anyone care about the safety of Brother Long? Brother Long, run, the people around you are not people, but ghosts!"

At this time, Long Wenhua didn't have the mood to pay attention to the information in the live broadcast room. He only had one idea in his mind, and that was to escape from this haunted Daliuwan haunted house as soon as possible.

What's more, he was still wearing the consecration robe, thinking that no ghost would dare to approach him. After all, he had seen the power of the consecration robe before. Among the little ghosts in red clothes whose limbs had been amputated and only their torso was left, those ghosts filled with solidified plaster swarmed towards him. None of the dead bodies dare to approach him, let alone the ghosts in the Daliuwan Haunted House right now.

Dragging the staff of the haunted house who claimed to be Zhang Wanning and ran forward, just after running out of the haunted house project of Nightmare in the hostel, a door not far in front of him was suddenly blown by the wind.

The cobweb-covered door slowly opened, sealing most of the corridor in front of it. Inside the door was a dead corridor that spiraled upwards, leading to nowhere.

Long Wenhua shuddered, and his neck shrank unconsciously.

"Where should I go now? There must be something wrong with this open door, but the corridor ahead has no end... If I keep running, I might be trapped here to death." Long Wenhua stared at the room. In the dead silent corridor spiraling up inside the door, the body seems to be frozen, and the messy thoughts in the mind continue to emerge.

The gloomy wind blowing from the spiraling upward dead corridor lingered in the corridor, and the scraps of paper that came from nowhere were scattered and scattered, scratching Long Wenhua's bearded and vicissitudes of life, as if there were lifeless corpses stuck to him In front of him, with stiff and cold fingers across his cheeks, the temperature of his body dropped sharply, and the chill spread along the large vertebrae to the back of his head.

Keeping the forward posture without moving, Long Wenhua's tense nerves had reached the extreme, his sense of hearing seemed to have become extremely sharp at this moment, there were sudden bursts of pattering footsteps in the spiraling upward dead corridor Voice.

The chilly wind lingering in the corridor seemed to be getting stronger, and Long Wenhua felt as if something had touched his shoulder, and it was chilly, like the chill brought by rubbing broken ice against his skin in midsummer.

About ten seconds later, the sound of pattering footsteps from the dead corridor became clearer and heavier, Long Wenhua's stiff body gradually regained his ability to move, and what he did immediately turned his head back suddenly. .....

Zhang Wanning's pale face stained with artificial plasma was stuck to the back of his head, and the chilly feeling just now was the touch of artificial plasma dripping from Zhang Wanning's cheeks and onto the back of his neck.

Zhang Wanning's dull and lifeless eyes widened in Long Wenhua's pupils, and the sound of pattering footsteps coming from the dead corridor was getting closer and closer, almost walking in front of him.

At this time, Long Wenhua realized that Zhang Wanning, the actor from the haunted house, was dragging. It was obviously a long and square mirror. His hand reached into the mirror and grabbed Zhang Wanning. The cold touch was extremely real.

"You you you you you..." Long Wenhua was inexplicably terrified, and was so frightened that he stuttered, "You are not a human...you are a ghost!"

His body was pushed forward violently, and Long Wenhua fell down defenseless, and the sky spun, and the long mirror showing Zhang Wanning's figure behind him burst with a bang, and the shattered dregs of the mirror splashed Long Wenhua all over.

From the perspective of the audience in the live broadcast room, we can see that the dark environment behind Long Wenhua was shattered like glass, and the shattered residue seemed to be attracted to Long Wenhua's back. Sweep, sweep.

The sharp mirror fragments pierced through the thin fabric of the consecration robe and pierced into the skin of Long Wenhua's back, and the blood oozing from the wound quickly stained the mirror fragments red.

However, this is not what pained Long Wenhua the most...

What made Long Wenhua feel the most pain was that a certain part behind him seemed to have a fatal attraction for these burst mirror fragments, and it had endured the greatest amount of care for the burst mirror.

This feeling can be perfectly described in four words.

pregnancy!Do not!like!die!

Long Wenhua already felt that his buttocks had lost consciousness, and the dense mirror fragments pierced through the fabric of the clothes and pierced into the flesh. Fortunately, his chrysanthemum injury has not fully healed and he is still wrapped in a bandage, otherwise he will suffer a fatal blow.

Long Wenhua couldn't tolerate the injury to his lower body and felt sorry for himself. He fell heavily on the ground, and a pair of black and orange sneakers appeared in front of his eyes.

Again, this is also a mirror.

But Long Wenhua couldn't see his own shadow in the mirror. The pair of black and orange sneakers walked up to Long Wenhua and stopped, standing quietly in front of him.

Breathing suddenly became rapid.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Four seconds.

Five seconds.

Long Wenhua didn't look up.

The black and orange staggered sneakers standing quietly in front of him didn't move either.

Seeing this weird scene, the audience in the live broadcast room used barrage body protection one after another.

The camera held tightly by Long Wenhua faithfully recorded everything that happened. From the spinning state, the dark environment behind Long Wenhua was seen like glass bursting, and then whirled and fell to the ground, aiming at Long Wenhua. Wenhua ahead.

A long and narrow mirror at the height of a person is completely presented in the eyes of the audience in the live broadcast room. However, what is strange is that Long Wenhua can see a pair of black and orange intertwined sneakers standing in front of him, but what the audience in the live broadcast room see is... ...

One...no, four white candles in a straight line...

Chapter 470 Then I'll Come to You...

When Su Che saw four white candles lined up in a straight line from the screen in the live broadcast room, the screen of the phone that stayed on the dialing page of Long Wenhua's phone began to flicker frantically, and the eye-catching red light filled the entire phone screen.

The raindrops falling from the sky made a crackling sound on the umbrella surface, Su Che gradually stopped, the old functional phone vibrated, and the phone rang.

The screen of the live broadcast room that appeared in Su Che's line of sight froze for an instant, but the four white candles lined up in a straight line were still flickering, and a depressive and cold atmosphere emanated from the screen of the live broadcast room.

Putting the mobile phone that was watching Long Wenhua's live broadcast into his pocket, Su Che took out the old functional phone that was held in the hand holding the umbrella, and looked at the screen of the functional phone that was flashing crazily and eye-catching red light.

Incoming calls do not show a phone number.

Su Che glanced left and right, and when he saw no one around, he pressed the worn-off answer button on the keyboard of the old functional phone without the slightest hesitation.

beep...

There was a busy tone.

"Hey?"

When the phone was connected, Su Che spoke first, "Who are you? Do you need anything from me?"

There was silence for a long time, and suddenly a man's voice that was cold and without any emotional fluctuations came out, "It's me, Long Wenhua."

"Oh, so it's Xiaolong. What do you want from me?" Su Che asked eagerly.

"Help me" The cold voice of the man on the other end of the phone suddenly became panicked and frightened, "Help me...help me, I'm in the Daliuwan Haunted House...there are ghosts here, come and save me help me!"

Hearing these words, Su Che felt happy immediately, and said in a blank tone, "Xiaolong, you may have found the wrong person. You are in Shuangqing City and I am in Jiangcheng. Even if you are haunted by such a distance, I will not be able to rescue you. Ah, why don't you just call the police!"

The phone fell silent again, as if it was stuck.

After a while, the cold man's voice on the other end of the phone continued, "Is that so... Is it really not convenient for you to come and save me?"

His tone became more and more strange, conveying a sense of eerie eerieness.

"Since it's inconvenient for you to come to Daliuwan Haunted House to save me, then I'll come and find you..."

The same chill that Su Che felt from Long Wenhua's live broadcast room suddenly emerged.

Su Che opened his mouth, "What! There is such a good thing? You delivered it yourself?"

beep...

The phone was hung up.

The flickering red light on the screen of the old functional phone quickly disappeared, and Su Che suddenly turned his head to look to the side.

In his line of sight, the hazy rain curtain illuminated by the dim street lamps seemed to be blocked by something, revealing a transparent curtain of human height. The ground and a pair of black and orange sneakers are obviously a mirror.

The call was not made by Long Wenhua himself, but by a ghost.

Even in the midst of a supernatural event that blocked the signal, Long Wenhua was able to continue the live broadcast. This was entirely due to the fact that Su Che used the mobile phone ghost Chen Chen in the old functional phone to tamper with his live broadcast equipment, using the old functional phone as a signal relay The station spreads to the outside world.

So when the screen in the live broadcast room showed the mirror reflecting four cypress candles lined up in a straight line, the ghost in the mirror that was happening in the haunted house in Daliuwan in the southern suburbs inevitably spread to Su Che along the phone signal.

"It's a bit like the ghost in the psychic game Mirror Soul." Su Che instinctively felt that the human-tall mirror in the rain curtain was somewhat familiar.