No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"Eh...fate, old Wangtou, you don't work the night shift at Huatian Building, why are you all running on the highway in the middle of the night?" Su Che opened the window, and then asked Lao Wangtou to wait with interest. asked the man.

Lao Wangtou and Zhang Shaohua both showed unlucky faces.

"Let's not talk about it, since there have been several ghosts in Huatian Building, the owners have almost run away, and less than half a month ago, the boss of the company on the fifteenth floor of the building...that is, the one from Li Rusong. The ex-wife died behind the bathroom for no apparent reason, and Huatian Building is completely ruined, and now even in broad daylight, few people dare to run into the building."

"The building property had no choice but to start a comprehensive investigation of the potential safety hazards of Huatian Building. By the way, during the period of comprehensive investigation, all the people in our security department were sent to Shuangqing, saying that they would accept some formal security in Shuangqing for a few days. Training, but no matter how I see it, those bastards from the property management company have no good intentions and want to change the security behind their backs! I just want to see who is brave enough to take over this mess!"

Su Cheguang could hear the dissatisfaction in the old Wangtou's irritable tone. It is normal for Huatian Building to have a series of murders that need to be thoroughly investigated. However, he did not expect that Li Rusong's ex-wife died in Huatian Building for no reason. In the bathroom on the fifteenth floor.

In this way, all the parties involved in the supernatural event of borrowing corpses have died one after another. According to common sense, this matter has been completely over.

Su Che turned his head and glanced at An Donglin in the carriage, and said to himself, "Besides the dead client, there is also the ghost who was entangled with Li Rusong, but I guess these ghosts have already been killed by Brother Ji Jiangcheng." They were all wiped out within a few months of special killings, and I wandered around Jiangcheng several times in the past two days, excluding the weird website that affected Guo Yulin, I can’t even find a ghost in Jiangcheng now.”

The thoughts in his mind stopped at this point, and Su Che joked to the old Wangtou in the Jinbei van with a serious face, "The management of Huatian Building actually wants to replace you, is that okay? Old Wangtou, why don't you just pay for Huatian?" Let the real estate company of the building buy it wholly, and then let them know what it means to look down on people with dog eyes!"

That's right, Su Che still clearly remembers that Old Wangtou is an invisible local tyrant who owns several buildings and collects rent.

Hearing this, the old Wangtou shook his head desperately, "This won't work, my old Wangtou can't afford to lose everything in business? It's better to be a security guard honestly!"

"By the way, Master Su, where are you going?" Old Wangtou asked again.

There was a tragic car accident nearby. If Su Che said that the cause of the car accident was caused by evil spirits, he would definitely scare Lao Wangtou and the others to turn around immediately and return to Jiangcheng overnight.

So Su Che smiled indistinctly, and replied with an unfathomable face, "The Ghost Festival of the Ghost Festival is coming soon, and the world is starting to become uneasy again..."

wait...what the hell?Hungry Ghost Festival?The world is not peaceful?

Didn't you just tell me that there are ghosts nearby?

Is this okay?

Chapter 750 I'm really afraid of a ghost suddenly appearing from the road......

The scene of the serial car accident on the expressway obviously couldn't be cleaned up in a short period of time. Accompanied by bursts of screaming ambulance horns, the injured were transported to the hospital through the emergency lane.

Judging from this posture, I am afraid that it will be difficult to resume normal traffic until dawn.

The old Wangtou asked in a panic, "Master Su, you mean...there are ghosts everywhere during the Ghost Festival?"

"The world is not peaceful, and you will always encounter some evil things when you run around. Compared with the surrounding areas of Shuangqing City, Jiangcheng is relatively safe now. If it is not necessary, try to run outside as little as possible." Su Che didn't say anything. die.

But in the eyes of Lao Wangtou and Zhang Shaohua, this was almost the same as admitting on the spot that the surroundings were indeed haunted, and that the trouble was serious.

The blocked traffic resumed, and the No. 714 bus driven by the subdued ghost dodged and moved to avoid the intruding vehicles, and gradually distanced itself from the Jinbei van in which Lao Wangtou and the others were riding.

Seeing the No. 714 bus getting farther and farther away from them, Old Wangtou shouted in a very complicated mood, "That's what I said, but we have driven two to three hundred kilometers away from Jiangcheng, who knows if it will be possible to turn around and go back?" I will run into ghosts on the way!"

Hearing the sound, Su Che glanced back, and said solemnly, "Indeed, this possibility cannot be ruled out, so you'd better find a service station to rest for the night, and turn around and return to Jiangcheng at dawn tomorrow morning."

It's a pity that Su Che's voice was drowned out by the noisy engine roar and tire noise of the surrounding vehicles, so that the old Wang only saw Su Che's mouth move a few times, but couldn't hear clearly what Su Che said.

"What should I do? At first, I didn't think there was anything wrong. After he said this, I think this series of car accidents seemed to be caused by ghosts. Otherwise, how could I meet Master Su by such a coincidence? You know, as soon as he appears , it means...there is definitely a ghost nearby!" Zhang Shaohua, who accidentally guessed the truth of the matter, has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

Subconsciously, Old Wang pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep puff. Looking at the 714 bus that was going away, he made up his mind and said, "What else can I do? I can only catch up. Who knows what's wrong with this highway?" Things? Staying with Master Su is better than being alone."

Fang Bo, who was driving, didn't say anything when he saw this, and hurriedly speeded up to catch up with the No. 714 bus ahead.

On the contrary, the two security guards with unfamiliar faces in the car were full of doubts, and their minds were full of words such as ghost festival, troubled times, and beating ghosts that Old Wangtou and Su Che had said just now.

"It's so evil, can't it be true?"

The further the No. 714 bus drove forward, the more Su Che felt a little abnormal. The traffic was blocked successively and the conversation with Lao Wangtou and others was delayed a lot. Now it has passed 11:30, and it is less than the hour in the morning half an hour.

And it was less than half an hour, which happened to be the time to drive from the place where the serial car accident happened to the Shanglinshan Tunnel at normal speed.

"Isn't it a bit too coincidental? But there must be a monster if things go wrong. We need to enter the Shanglinshan Tunnel at the hour of the morning, but the vehicles behind... have to find a way to make them stagger this time. Just do it."

The vehicles driving away from the scene of the serial car accident are like time bombs, which greatly increase the probability of accidents. Fortunately, the road behind the scene of the car accident has been blocked by the high-speed traffic police, and it will definitely not be released within a while. .

The night outside the window receded rapidly, and the faint mist gathered and dispersed, dispersed and gathered again, just like the miasma that often appears in the mountains and forests when the weather changes.

Of course...if there weren't those tragic death scenes of car accident ghosts appearing from time to time in this faint fog.

After seeing the strange situation in the night outside the window, the eyes of everyone in the Ghost Story Association in the car immediately became alert.

"What's going on tonight? Why do these car accident ghosts appear more frequently than when we ran into them the last two times?" Xiao Tiantian's pupils shrank, her face oozing with dark yellow grease pressed against the car window, staring at the car A car accident ghost who appears from time to time in the fog outside.

Su Che carried the coffin board to the back door of the bus, then waved to the big black dog who had finished eating the dog food, "It may be because the Ghost Festival is getting closer and closer, and the ghosts around Shuangqing City have felt the festival in advance atmosphere."

Under the dim light of the No. 714 bus, the street sign printed with the words "Ten kilometers ahead, Shanglinshan Tunnel" flashed away from the side of the expressway.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the carriage suddenly became tense. After two days of peace, the unknown terror will strike them again.

Looking up and looking ahead, Su Che seemed to be able to see through the heavy night, and saw the intersection of light strips reflecting the words "Shanglinshan Tunnel" carved on the outer wall of the tunnel.

"We're going to the Shanglinshan Tunnel soon, and it's only ten minutes before the hour in the morning. It's time to do something." Su Che stroked the big black dog's head, and then took out a dozen of compressed air from his backpack. petrol can.

Skillfully destroyed the nozzle of the compressed gasoline tank, took out the lighter and ignited it directly, and threw it out from the back door of the No. 714 bus.

Bang!

A large group of flames exploded instantly in the middle of the expressway, and at the same time, the big black dog barked continuously under Su Che's signal, which caused the hearts of other drivers on the driveway who had just come out of the scene of the serial car accident and their nerves were still tense. The alarm bell rang, and the double flashes came on one after another.

Su Che didn't stop the movement of his hands, and he threw cans of lit compressed gasoline one after another, bursting into groups of fireballs that were extremely conspicuous in the night.

Finally, under the force of the fireballs that exploded one after another, the vehicles following the No. 714 bus drove into the emergency lane to stop one after another.

Looking at the flames that exploded on the expressway from time to time, Lao Wangtou and others on the Jinbei van were all sweating in their hearts.

"The formation is so big that I can't even take care of the other vehicles around, and I don't know how fierce the ghost Master Su is dealing with..." Old Wang smoked his first cigarette, and quickly Continue with the previous one to ease your panic.

Zhang Shaohua nodded in agreement, "This ghost must be more vicious than the ghost that was dealt with at Huatian Mansion Huihun Night back then!"

Fang Bo's hands touching the steering wheel trembled slightly, and the tragic scene of Sun Lin's tragic death in the electronic control room of Huatian Building was constantly replaying in his mind, which stimulated the beating heart in his chest almost to his throat, "Zhang Captain, Old Wangtou... Let's have a discussion, why don't you stop chasing? I'm really afraid that a ghost will suddenly appear from the road..."

Before he finished speaking, the Jinbei van seemed to hit something, and there was a muffled bang from the bottom of the car.

"What's wrong?" the others in the car asked in unison.

Fang Bo looked forward, and was immediately frightened by the scene in front of him, his face turned pale, and he lost his mind, "I...I...I seem to have bumped into someone..."

Three to four meters in front of the Jinbei van lay a dark figure, the blood flowing quickly stained the ground red, a pair of bloodshot eyes, wide open and looking obliquely into the Jinbei van.

Chapter 750 IX The Ghosts of Shanglinshan Tunnel

Zhang Shaohua and the other two security guards with unfamiliar faces sat in the car and looked at each other, and no one dared to speak for a while.

"Don't panic." At the critical juncture, the old Wangtou made up his mind and said aloud, "Look again, is it a human or a ghost?"

Fang Bo rubbed his hands nervously, his palms covered with cold sweat, "Let me see...I'll see again..."

"It's foggy again, my vision is so poor, I can't see clearly... blood, a lot of blood, the ground is stained red with blood..." Fang Bo looked over in fear, At the same time, he kept muttering in panic, "Don't blame me, you ran onto the highway by yourself, and I didn't want to hit you..."

When the sights of Lao Wangtou, Zhang Shaohua and the other two security guards with unfamiliar faces moved slowly, and were about to fall on the black figure hit by the van on the road, they seemed to see the joints of the hands and feet of that black figure suddenly twitched. Bowing up, a pair of bloodshot eyes seemed to be able to penetrate layers of fog, arousing the deepest fear in people's hearts.

"Damn it, Fang Bo, you knocked its arms and legs out of order!" a security guard with a strange face yelled.

The old Wang patted Fang Bo's shoulder violently, and hurriedly urged, "Hurry up and drive, hurry up, our group of people have been running on the highway for so long without encountering anything, but why do you want to drive?" The crow's mouth provoked that thing, do you think something will happen immediately?"

"Ah... how could I have imagined that I was just saying that I was afraid that the ghost would suddenly appear from the road, but it would actually appear!" Fang Bo slammed the accelerator pedal, and the Jinbei van accelerated rapidly.

Another security guard with a strange face then said, "It's coming up, it's about to catch up with us, speed up, speed up and get rid of it!"

Old Wangtou and Zhang Shaohua looked back subconsciously, and they only saw a bloody short-haired woman crawling on the road at an exaggerated speed with anti-bow and misplaced hands and feet, but this was not the scariest part.

The most frightening thing is that the people in the van can still clearly see its distorted face bleeding from all seven orifices, especially those eyes that are dying. , attracting the attention of Fang Bo who is driving the Jinbei van all the time.

His thoughts came to a standstill, and all his reason seemed to be swallowed by the eyes of death. Although the distance between the short-haired woman and the Jinbei van had been gradually distanced, it had obviously affected the living people in the car.

"Don't...don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Fang Bo howled hysterically, and the steering wheel in his hand suddenly turned to the left, intending to crash into the isolation guardrail in the middle of the expressway.

"Are you crazy? Do you want to kill us all?" Zhang Shaohua quickly grabbed the steering wheel in Fang Bo's hand, and the old Wang tried again to pull Fang Bo away from the driving seat.

It's just that at this time Fang Bo was already delirious due to the influence of the short-haired woman. He shook his hands indiscriminately, convulsed all over, and foamed at the mouth like a shofar attack.

"Quick, get him out of the driver's seat, or we will all be killed by him." Zhang Shaohua tried his best to control the driving direction of the Jinbei van, and shouted to the two unfamiliar security guards who were a little scared.

The reaction of the two security guards with unfamiliar faces was delayed by half a beat. When Zhang Shaohua called out to them for the second time, he cooperated with Lao Wangtou and dragged Fang Bo to the back seat of the van.

Zhang Shaohua quickly sat in the driver's seat and stabilized the steering wheel with his hands. The vehicle was shaking left and right on the highway. If Su Che hadn't just ignited the compressed gasoline tank and forced all other vehicles to stop, this Jinbei van, which was out of control but not completely out of control, would have caused even more serious problems. serial car accident.

The speed of the car was getting faster and faster, but Zhang Shaohua could clearly see through the rearview mirror of the van that the woman with short hair and blood all over her arms and legs was still chasing after them.

"Fang Bo passed out." This was the voice of one of the security guards with a strange face.

Zhang Shaohua didn't dare to look back, and even turned the van's rearview mirror to one side, panting and asked, "Is he still alive?"

"He is still alive, my old bones were almost tossed half my life by him." The old Wang collapsed weakly, instinctively pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it tremblingly, and took a deep breath.

About seven or eight minutes later, the rusty No. 8 bus appeared in front of the van.

Zhang Shaohua and Old Wang Tougang in the van showed joy in catching up with Su Che. A tunnel entrance outlined by bright light strips appeared at the end of the fog-shrouded expressway.

'Shanglinshan Tunnel'

Zhang Shaohua had an ominous premonition in his heart, "Old Wangtou, I feel that the Shanglinshan tunnel in front is a bit evil..."

"At this time, do you care if it is evil or not? If you want to save this life and not be killed by that dirty thing chasing us, just drive faster and catch up with Master Su!" The old Wangtou shouted .

With one foot on the accelerator, the tachometer of the Jinbei van was directly pulled to 7200 rpm, and a strong smell of the engine exhaust pipe being burnt spread instantly in the van.

Wisps of mist outside the window and the outline of the protective fence receded rapidly, and the air flowing into the car seemed to thicken, with a faint lingering fishy smell.

Except for Fang Bo who passed out, the others in the van were very familiar with this smell...

Because this fishy smell was exactly what they had smelled in the bathroom on the [-]th floor of Huatian Building some time ago, the smell of blood and blood all over the floor.

At exactly one o'clock in the morning, the No. 714 bus and the Jinbei van following it drove into the Shanglinshan Tunnel one after another.

The howling wind poured into the car from all directions, giving people the feeling that a sealed plastic bag was placed between the mouth and nose, making it difficult to breathe.

After entering the Shanglinshan Tunnel at midnight, the members of the Guitan Association, Yuan He, Jiang Gang, Tang Xun, and even Su Che in the No. 714 bus underwent earth-shaking changes.

Rows of low buildings appeared, blue bricks and black tiles, wooden pavilions, mossy courtyard walls, narrow and narrow dirt roads, this is a remote village shrouded in layers of night.

In front of everyone's eyes, whether it was the asphalt-paved highway or the weird Shanglinshan Tunnel, they all disappeared.

Sure enough, as Su Che had guessed before, when they drove into the Shanglin Mountain Tunnel at midnight, what they had to deal with was a red-clothed ghost with a ghost.

As the wind blows, more and more paper money floats and falls, and there is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere. Looking towards the village, in the dark corners of the houses, there are piles of paper money for ghost festival sacrifices. The work, an exaggerated face painted with watercolor paint, is blown by the wind.

Jiang Gang and Tang Xun couldn't help shivering, and the atmosphere in the carriage became dead silent in an instant.