No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

[Hidden side mission: twins in one body]

[The cycle of life and death is endless, we live, they die!The death of the hermit seems to have released a more terrifying evil spirit, take the hell train to find Guan Tong, and stop it! 】

Flipping through this hidden side mission that I saw for the first time in my mind, Su Che's faint premonition became stronger, "Good guy, if the hermit is dead, he has to find the Tarot Society and send it to the Fool." The last big gift bag!"

The spoon killer, the blood-stained bone-cutting knife, and the unknown evil spirit released by the hermit's death, the joy of buying one and getting three free really made Su Che a little curious about what kind of sparks would be produced when they collided.

The thoughts in my mind stop here. I found the three passers-by who were already pale with fright, and repeatedly told them to keep up with the pace of their group and not to run around. After experiencing the Hell Train All Night Project, they will Get them back to safety.

As for Tang Xun, he stared at Yuan He's head with a livid face, even though he scratched his head, he couldn't figure out why Yuan He could still speak with only one head left.

"Su...Mr. Su, is this head...is it a living person or a dead person?" Tang Xun trembled.

Yuan He was full of complaints and couldn't vent, he stared at Tang Xun and shouted, "You're just dead, I'm alive and well."

After comforting Tang Xun and the three passers-by, Su Che found a relatively spacious place and took out the black book. Layers of black mist filled the air, and the heavily corroded No. 714 bus emerged from the black mist.

Opening the door, he picked up An Donglin, who had been in the No. 714 bus for a day, and took the opportunity to retrieve the many contraband that he had hidden in the car because he had to go through the subway security check.

Tang Xun was almost looking at the ghost bus that appeared in an unreasonable way with numb eyes.

Feelings, you really drove to the Shuangqing self-driving tour to engage in team building!

False Late Night Ghost Story Fan Association: impromptu ghost stories, logic full of errors and omissions, lying in bed in the dead of night and being scared by ghost stories and trembling, showing the breath of the weak all over the body.

Real Late Night Ghost Stories Association: Chasing real and terrifying urban ghost stories, united and friendly association members, well-equipped with contraband and even their own means of transportation, boldly sneaking into the scene of supernatural events and smashing ghosts and snakes, one glance at the past I know it's not easy to mess with.

Stand tall!

It's so outrageous!

The Type 54 pistol was loaded, the two powerful Type 82 oval grenades were loaded, the blood-stained high heels and the long-handled umbrella were placed within easy reach, and the trumpet flowers were thrown to Mr. Xun and three passers-by shouted, "What are you still doing? Get in the car, and you will be attacked by ghosts that pop out from nowhere. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Chapter 530 If you haven't eaten... just come and punch me, Su!

The last train on Metro Line [-] brought Su Che and his party to the platform, which can be said to be old and dilapidated.

The cold and unpleasant smell in the air became more and more intense. Su Che and his party walked along the long and dark corridor, the wall paint peeled off from wall to wall, and the concrete pillars revealing the rusted steel bars flashed past their eyes.

Soon they found an anomaly on a staircase marked 'to the manual ticket office' floor.

A thick layer of coagulated dark brown blood stains was deposited on the stairs going straight down, and the cold and unpleasant smell came from this.

On the other hand, there were many fragmentary marks on the dark brown coagulated blood stains on the stairs, from which Su Che could even distinguish the leather shoe footprints left by the old man who died just now because of the kid's backlash.

As Su Che and his group approached, bundles of long black hair suddenly emerged from the dark brown blood stains solidified on the steps, like kelp swaying in the sea, gushing over from the steps.

Su Che waved Professor Yang's pointer subconsciously, and the blazing blue arc disappeared in a flash.

However, these bundles of long black hair spouting from the stairs are just a phantom, passing through the blazing blue arc, passing through the bodies of Su Che and his group, and finally disappearing in the empty railway tunnel on the subway platform.

"Do you want to go up? Chairman!" Kuang Cheng hesitated as the bundles of long black hair rushed towards him and then disappeared strangely.

Su Che glanced at Mr. H, "What's the matter with the flower bud?"

"There is no movement, the person who came here just now should not be a ghost." Mr. H was very aware of the role of the morning glory that Su Che gave him, and responded repeatedly.

Su Che was the first to go up the stairs that were thickly covered with dark brown blood, "Our own people came down from here just now, maybe there may be new discoveries on it."

There is no elevator that is common in subway stations nowadays, only stepping up the stairs, the dim light on the platform completely disappears, Su Che lights up the strong flashlight, and uses the light of the flashlight to scan around.

The space is not big, the artificial ticket office is built in the most conspicuous position, and the surrounding area is empty, except for a thick layer of dark brown blood stains deposited on the ground, there is no abnormality found.

"How many people would have to die to cover the entire subway station with blood, even spilling to the bottom platform." The scene in front of him made Su Che speechless.

Following the footsteps left by the old man, the height gradually rose. Su Che and his group carefully searched the manual ticket office, staff rest room, storage room, and bathroom they passed by. They were all empty, let alone clues. , Not even a ghost was found.

Finally, the old man's footprints disappeared in front of the exit of the subway station blocked by the reinforced concrete structure.

bang——

I kicked on the reinforced concrete wall blocking the exit of the subway station. The dull sound echoed in the narrow exit space, and the rebound was strong, which fully proved that the wall was not a fake.

"Is there a completely abandoned subway station on Shuangqing's side?" Su Che asked to himself.

It's a pity that there are no locals in Shuangqing at all in the Guild Talk Association, and naturally they don't know anything about this subway station blocked by reinforced concrete. Yuan He even said bluntly, "Mr. Su, don't look at me, I'm in Shuangqing I haven’t heard of the abandoned subway station after hiding in the past few years.”

No one knew, only the reinforced concrete wall of unknown thickness stood in front of everyone.

Su Che repeated the same trick, calling out Huang Xiaoying with blood-stained high-heeled shoes, and let him try to pass through the reinforced concrete wall in front of him to find out what was going on outside the wall.

Suddenly, at the moment when Huang Xiaoying was about to touch the reinforced concrete wall, the lights came on, and a gust of cold wind mixed with a bone marrow chill came in from outside the reinforced concrete wall.

Immediately afterwards, the reinforced concrete wall that was originally blocking everyone disappeared strangely, and a ghostly city appeared in front of everyone, completely silent in the darkness, lined with endless silhouettes of houses and buildings.

And Huang Xiaoying, who wanted to penetrate the reinforced concrete wall, bumped into the invisible air wall firmly, and her forehead, which did not have the slightest blood color, showed a corrupt color, and her figure faded slightly, as if she had been subjected to certain pressure. degree of trauma.

despair.

The blood-stained high-heeled shoes fell to the ground, and the shivering Huang Xiaoying resolutely ran away and disappeared.

"Outside, it seems very dangerous." The morning glory in Mr. H's hand shrunk its buds silently, as if he felt something extremely terrifying was approaching.

"En." Su Che glanced at the time, half an hour had passed before he knew it, and it happened to be early in the morning when the reinforced concrete wall disappeared.

He said in a deep voice, "Retreat to the subway platform first, there seems to be something coming towards us outside."

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but in the city surrounded by endless houses and buildings outside the platform, some strange things emerged. His eyes were cold, and even Qiu Lan, who had been hiding in the word “two” for a long time and would not take the initiative to show up, It is also conveying to Su Che the information that the city outside the subway station has horrors beyond imagination.

While covering the retreat of the members of the Ghost Story Association, Su Che took out a powerful Type 82 oval grenade from his backpack, and was ready to throw it out of the strange city outside the subway station at any time in case of an accident.

Fortunately, everyone's retreat was very smooth, and no dangerous mistakes occurred in the middle. Su Che had a strange feeling that as long as he was in this subway station, before the hell train arrived, he would be in a relatively safe situation.

The bright flashlight tore through the darkness, and went down the old road. The way back was much faster than when we came here. At least there was no need to search those empty rooms again, so it only took less than 5 minutes. Su Che and his party People retreated to the lowest subway platform.

But the picture that appeared in front of them had to slow them down.

I don't know when, except for Su Che, members of the Guitan Association, Tang Xun and three passers-by, the empty subway platform was filled with crowds. They crowded together unconsciously, as if they were waiting for someone who was about to enter the station. Hell train.

"Ghosts...the whole platform is full of ghosts."

Gulu gurgling bowel sounds, Fatty Qian's mouth twitched, but the parasitic starving ghost in his abdominal cavity also shuddered seeing this scene, this... can't finish it...

"Thanks to putting them in the ghost bus in advance, otherwise they would have to be torn to pieces by these ghosts." Su Che thought to himself.

The number of ghosts appearing on this subway platform is even more than the ghosts he killed with a hand grenade in the Lanjiang of Yangping Ghost Port. One has to wonder if all the ghosts of Shuangqing have gathered in this subway station Here comes.

"Boss Yuan, do you feel anything after seeing this scene?" Su Che asked Yuan He in a low voice.

Yuan He shook his head again and again, "Don't dare to think about it, don't dare to think about it at all, who would dare to think about it?"

The shoes of Su Che and his party stepped on the tiled pavement of the subway platform, making a clattering sound. The breath of living people is undoubtedly the most attractive thing for ghosts.

Almost at the moment when they stepped down the dark brown blood-stained stairs to the subway platform, the ghosts waiting for the hell train looked at them in all kinds of strange and intrusive postures, and a large amount of eerie chill swept over menacingly, and the subway platform was already bleak. The dim lights flickered momentarily.

"Good evening, everyone! Have you eaten? Is the food good?" Su Che reached out and rummaged through his backpack for a while, and put on Li Rusong's human skin mask on himself, "If you haven't eaten... come here Eat me, Su, with a punch!"

Chapter 530 Which Brainless Guy Drives the Green Leather Train to the Subway Tunnel

Just after midnight, as the last train entered the station, Shuangqing Subway Line [-] closed on time and officially ended its operation.

However, this does not mean that the relevant staff in Metro Line [-] will be able to go home from get off work. On the contrary, after a day of normal operation, the routine line maintenance and commissioning work has just begun.

As the maintenance personnel of Shuangqing Metro Line [-], Deng Yuanqing put on the reflective clothing, hard hat, toolbox, and went to the inspection point, ready to start the day's work as usual.

"Have you heard that a passenger who took the last subway on Line [-] disappeared mysteriously today?" It was Feng Zhi who was speaking, and he was a maintenance person in the same team as Deng Yuanqing.

Following behind the two, Jia Mu, the group leader in charge of recording the work log, quickly said, "Shh, Feng Zhi, please concentrate, don't make any trouble."

"Hey, our maintenance team has been doing this for all these years, but you still can't trust me, Feng, Leader Jia? Don't worry, I promise there won't be any mistakes." Feng Zhi chuckled.

Suddenly, he continued in a low voice, "This is the absolute latest first-hand news from me. It used to be rumors without evidence, but this time the monitoring team saw it with their own eyes. Those passengers just boarded the bus from Qingyuan Road North. It disappeared from the carriage before reaching the second platform."

"Hiss..." Deng Yuanqing gasped, and his tone was slightly dissatisfied, "Old Feng, you are enough, what are you talking about at night, are you afraid you won't be able to sleep at night? Hurry up and repair the seven kilometers. After the road section is over, I am in a hurry to go back to catch up on sleep!"

Feng Zhi laughed twice, and the slightly dim subway tunnel quickly became quiet, except for the three people walking and the sound of the maintenance equipment rubbing against the track.

The seven-kilometer maintenance journey is neither long nor short. According to the usual speed, it would take more than three hours on foot to complete the seven-kilometer journey.

But tonight, because of what Feng Zhi said about the mysterious disappearance of passengers on the last subway line [-], the three of them walked much faster than before. Only an hour later, the seven-kilometer maintenance section had been covered by them. Two thirds of the way.

"Keep working harder, and we can leave work early tonight." Jia Mu encouraged Feng Zhi and Deng Yuanqing. He clearly knew that there are still many maintenance personnel working in the tunnel of Shuangqing Metro Line [-], but he was inexplicable in his heart. Feeling weak, it was as if the three of them were on an isolated island in the ocean, and an indescribable uneasiness was growing deep in their hearts.

Continued to walk along the track for four to five minutes. Feng Zhi, who was pushing the maintenance equipment on the track, suddenly stopped, his nose moved slightly, and he said, "Group leader Jia, Lao Deng, do you smell something in the air? A strange smell?"

"What smell? Old Feng, don't scare me!" Jia Mu looked at Feng Zhi suspiciously, subconsciously took a deep breath, and a faint smell of blood floated into his nose.

"It has a strange smell, rusty..." Jia Mu glanced around suspiciously, and soon his pupils slowly shrank a little. When did there appear pools of fresh blood extending forward.

Deng Yuanqing's eyes widened, his face was as pale as paper, and he stretched out his fingers tremblingly to point at the pool of blood. He couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time, "Blood... the track is full of blood!"

"Something happened, please contact the chief controller." Jia Mu's face was also pale, but he didn't lose his ability to think.

Feng Zhi pressed the walkie-talkie hanging on his waist, but couldn't contact anyone for a long time. "There is no signal, the walkie-talkie has no signal, and the master control cannot be contacted."

"Our location is not far from the next platform, so go directly to inform them." Jia Mu made a decisive decision.

The further you go, the more mottled blood will be left on the track.

"With so much blood, no passenger was killed by a subway train in the tunnel, right?" Jia Mu's first thought was that a passenger would break into the tunnel and be smashed into pieces by the fast-moving subway train.

After all, things like suicide by lying on the rails occasionally happen, and most of them will be discovered and dissuaded in time, but it is inevitable that there will be fish that slip through the net and be directly smashed by the speeding subway train. Suffering from meat-eating phobia.

Looking around, he could only see mottled blood stains along the track, but did not find the body crushed by the subway train that was preset.

"It's... not bad, I didn't see the corpse..." Deng Yuanqing suppressed the desire to vomit, pretending to be calm.

Jia Mu and Feng Zhi threw down the maintenance equipment and carefully avoided stepping on the mottled blood stains along the track. The concrete sleepers of the subway track were covered with blood stains, extending forward, and there was no end in sight.

"Why haven't you reached the next platform yet?" Jia Mu turned around and asked Feng Zhi, only to suddenly realize that the maintenance equipment they had thrown on the track just now... had disappeared strangely.

Feng Zhi also saw this scene, "Those urban ghost stories on Metro Line [-]...couldn't all be true... right?"

"What kind of strange urban tales?" Jia Mu was older and didn't know much about these strange urban tales popular among young people.

Feng Zhi swallowed hard, "It's those who leave a message in the complaint section of the subway official website... unmanned platforms without staff and passengers, hell trains that are still rumbling at [-] o'clock in the morning, and those The dead who sneaked into the subway line [-] in the dead of night and took the hell train..."

The tunnel with flickering and dim lights seemed to have no end. The bright headlights on the helmets on the heads of the three people could not illuminate the depths of the tunnel that was always shrouded in a layer of haze. Not spinning around in place.

Feng Zhi's voice was relatively loud at first, but the more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and in the end there was even an inaudible murmur left.

The initial fear gradually faded away, and Jia Mu's mood gradually calmed down. He began to carefully calculate how far the three of him had traveled during this time. As a result, he accidentally discovered that the distance traveled by himself and others was already far away. Exceeding the established seven-kilometer maintenance section.

"It's not right, it's so wrong! We've been walking for half an hour. According to our speed, we should have walked through the entire inspection section long ago, but now... it doesn't look like we've reached the end of the inspection section. We... ..Could it have hit a wall?"