No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

[Difficult-level side mission: Guild of Strange Talk, complete! 】

[Don't talk about people during the day, don't talk about ghosts at night, enter the Ghost Story Association before 44 am and crack the secrets of the Ghost Story Association. 】

[Reward distribution: No. 148 Zijin Avenue real estate certificate (finely decorated single-family villa)]

The system's emotional voice rang in Su Che's ear.

Han Jinlin, who was carried by Su Che, lowered his head at some point, his body trembled, and he grinned grinningly, "What's wrong with me?"

At the same time, the pig-faced masked man and the headless red-clothed ghost clinging behind him also came out from behind Su Che. Various ghostly voices could be heard from the black book in Su Che's hand. There were shouts of anger, screams... Countless voices were mixed together, extremely shrill, and mournful for a long time.

The world of "headless ghost" ghost stories covering the entire Jingcheng seems to have integrated the ghost stories of the entire book in this city, almost like ghosts.

"That's it? Should I call you Mr. H or Han Jinlin?" Su Che impatiently slashed Han Jinlin's forehead with a butcher's knife, penetrating three points into the bone, and sticky brains mixed with bone dregs poured out, "Also, what made You have the illusion that you can defeat me by relying on ghosts?"

"Do you understand the truth that soldiers are more expensive than elites?" Su Che threw away Mr. H, who had been slashed in the head by himself, opened his backpack, and threw out the blood-stained high heels and the plastic wrap wrapped around the pale-faced female ghost.

The expressionless Huang Xiaoying appeared next to Su Che, and the pale-faced female ghost approached the pig-faced masked man. Her hateful eyes reflected the pig-faced mask of the masked man, "Did you see my child? He got lost. Long, long... long, long... have you seen him?"

Su Che raised the black book in his hand, and stepped on Mr. H, who had cut his head through with a butcher's knife, "Today, I'll break through this weird book for you to read!"

【File number: HD-JC-2011-0316-01】

[The bizarre death of a sow at Dafa Farm in Jingcheng County, Handong Province (code name: Pig Face Man)]

[Hazard level: C (diffusion level)]

[Behavioral pattern: unknown]

【Whether it can be controlled: Yes】

【Whether it can be eliminated: yes】

[Priority: None]

[Details: On March 2011, 3, Yang Liguo, director of Dafa Farm in the suburbs of Jingcheng County, Handong Province, reported to the police that six old sows in the farm died strangely overnight and their heads were missing.At 16 o'clock in the morning, the Qujiang police station received the police.After investigation, the head of a sow in Dafa Farm was beheaded at one time with a sharp weapon, which was suspected to be done by thieves, and a case was filed for investigation. At 8 a.m. on the 24th, the informant reported that a villager at Wufeng Mountain in the suburb of Jingcheng had witnessed a monster with a pig head and a human body. At 10:24 on the 14th, Zhang San, a member of the 32nd Detachment of the Special Service Team of the Armed Police Force of Handong Province (codename: Nanguo Sword), went to Jingcheng to intervene in the investigation.

At 24:18 on the 24th, Zhang San's investigation reported that suspicious blood stains were found near Wufeng Mountain, and the samples were taken in for laboratory testing; at 23:25 on the evening of the 3th, the test results were basically consistent with the dead sows killed at the Dafa Farm in Jingcheng County; on the 32th At 26 o'clock, the 30nd Detachment of the Special Service Team of the Armed Police Force of Handong Province entered Jingcheng; from the 5th to the 1th, a total of 31 pig-faced people were destroyed, and 4 person was still at large; Qiao found the dead pig-faced man.The case is closed and the file is sealed. 】

[Note: When the key words of the file meet the requirements of Jingcheng, Pig-faced Man, and Tarot Club, the file will be restarted. 】

【Control measures: none】

[Appendix 1 to the file: Old Daoist Zhang San▇ (Member of the Southern Sword of the 32nd Detachment of the Han Dongwu Police Special Police Team. To view this entry, level 33 or above is required)]

[File appendix 2: Situation▇ (Zhang San▇informant, to view this entry requires level 16 authority)]

[File appendix 3: Tarot Society (cult organization, file number HD-B-077)]

(This file was compiled and held by the 32nd Detachment of the Special Service Team of the Armed Police Force of Handong Province (codename: Nanguo Sword).)

Chapter 130 Six You Are Really A Waste

Mr. H was stepped on by Su Che, he immediately resisted, but he quickly found out that Su Che's foot was like pouring steel, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't shake it.

"Damn, who are you?" Mr. H couldn't believe that he would be so powerless in the face of this mysterious newcomer.

Su Che pulled out the butcher's knife that had cut into Mr. H's head, and brought out a large amount of blood stains. The blood-stained white and yellow brain flowed out from the terrifying wound on Mr. H's head, "Me? I'm just a mediocre It’s just an enthusiastic citizen of the strange Jiangcheng, you can call me Mr. Su!”

"To be honest, I'm still a little curious about who you are, Mr. H from the Guild of Ghost Stories? Or the book friend who led Han Jinlin to create the Guild of Strange Stories? Or are you Han Jinlin himself?"

Su Che calmly looked at Mr. H with a ferocious face. Behind him, the pale-faced female ghost opened countless venomous eyes, shining with dim red light, and surrounded the pig-faced masked man and the girl clinging to his back from all directions. The headless ghost in red got involved in the dark stone alley.

"Did you see my child? He was lost for a long time... a long time... did you see him?"

A voice full of malice and resentment echoed around the pig-face masked man. He was cut in half by Su Che with a butcher's knife. The pig-face mask was covered with blisters, redness, swelling and pus, and a crazy and bloodthirsty distorted expression appeared on his face.

Mr. H looked past Su Che who was close at hand, and fell on the pale-faced female ghost and the pig-faced masked man. When he saw the pig-faced masked man covered with slender and vicious eyes, he let out a creepy shriek. scream.

"Ha... haha, who am I? Guess!" Mr. H laughed nervously, and with a bang, Su Che stabbed Mr. H's head again, "Guess, I can't guess." Guess?"

Huang Xiaoying, who was beside Su Che with an expressionless face, frowned, as if frightened by the bloody scene in front of her, she slowly moved back from Su Che's side, but she didn't expect a dirty little boy to stand behind it.

The little boy was covered in filth and filth, and exuded a rotten smell similar to the rotting kitchen waste that had been piled up in the garbage dump for many days. His grey-brown face revealed fierce emotions, and its eyes were surprisingly big. It occupies almost a third of the face, with no pupils, only pale and protruding whites.

"Sister, I don't have any friends...can you stay and be my friend?" The little boy who smelled bad looked at Huang Xiaoying pitifully and said.

Huang Xiaoying stood at the same spot with a blank expression on her face. The little boy who smelled bad smelled and walked forward. A weird smile that seemed to be there suddenly appeared on her expressionless face, and her blood-stained high-heeled shoes clattered.

The ferocious emotion on the little boy's taupe face was suddenly suppressed, as if he felt something extremely terrifying, he turned around and wanted to escape, but a long white, slender, bloodless arm had already grabbed it.

"Friend... friend?" Huang Xiaoying tilted her head and smiled, the little boy was so frightened that she was about to cry, "Big sister, I mistook someone, I was just joking."

The high-heeled shoes with light yellow and scarlet patterns unknowingly turned blood red, just like the legendary red embroidered shoes, the smell of rust overwhelmed the bad smell on the little boy's body, and the bloody lines extended from Huang Xiaoying's slender arms to the little boy's body, Into the little boy's eyes full of whites.

An extremely small pupil appeared bloodshot from the boy's eyes, and the fierce emotion on its face gradually condensed. Huang Xiaoying held it in her hand, like a puppet on a string making mechanical and rigid movements.

"Giggle..." Huang Xiaoying smiled strangely.

At this time, Mr. H, who had two terrifying knife wounds on his head, finally understood what Su Che said about the fact that soldiers are more expensive than elites, "How can you drive these unconscious ghosts... Unless you are like those people... No! No! No! Impossible! Those people are crazy and can no longer be counted as human beings, but you are different from them!"

"What are you forcing Lai to do?" Su Che's third knife landed on Mr. H's head, "Tell Han Jinlin to come out and talk to me, get out of here!"

Being violently suppressed by Su Che one after another, Mr. H started to go crazy, "It's the same outside, and it's also in the strange talk, can't you let me finish my sentence?"

"Okay, tell me, I'm listening." Su Che withdrew the butcher's knife, glanced at Mr. H's head, as if he was thinking about where to drop the knife next time.

"Don't you want to know who I am?" Mr. H stared at the pig-killing knife in Su Che's hand in fear, "I am Han Jinlin and not Han Jinlin, since that book friend passed the information of the Ghost Story Association to Han Jinlin, I already have an independent consciousness and personality in Han Jinlin's mind."

"As the world view constructed by the Guitan Association's book becomes more and more perfect, Han Jinlin is like a burnt out candle, and I am thriving in his body."

"I understand, old Han, you have spent ten years with Kavinka's schizophrenia, so you took the initiative to split a personality to help you think of ideas and write books!" Su Che nodded thoughtfully, "This is a classic case , I have to record it and study it carefully!"

"..." Mr. H suddenly fell silent, "My existence itself is a kind of strange talk, which was artificially released and spread. If you simply understand it as schizophrenia, there is nothing wrong with it. I am indeed Han Jinlin's split personality. !"

"Wait, artificial release?" Su Che interrupted Mr. H roughly, "That book friend?"

Mr. H acquiesced to Su Che's statement, "They are consciously creating urban ghost stories, and then snatching those weird things that appear because of urban ghost stories, such as this book!"

Pointing to the black book in Su Che's hand, Mr. H continued, "When I replaced Han Jinlin for more than ten years, they have been chasing me, Jingcheng, Pinglin, Shuangqing... until Jiangcheng, and later because of Some accidents, I escaped from their pursuit."

"Man-made supernatural events?" Su Che smelled abnormality from Mr. H's words. If what Mr. H said is true, then this group of people are indeed no different from lunatics. Once a terrible supernatural event is detonated, the resulting The consequences are definitely more terrifying than the mother and daughter ghosts in Anzhen Hospital turning into red clothes.

Mr. H was still staring blankly at the black book in Su Che's hand, and murmured, "It took me more than ten years to find 52 strange stories, most of which are fictional, and I have tried my best to recruit members to join them. Illusory strange tales are transformed into real ones, searching for weirdness from strange tales, you will be taken advantage of without realizing it..."

"There are 52 ghost stories in more than ten years, an average of less than five per year, minus the fictional ghost stories, probably not even three per year on average, you are such a waste!" Su Che mockingly looked at H Sir, as far as his experience in the past half month is concerned, it is estimated that he is richer than Mr. H in ten years.

Mr. H shook his head, "It doesn't matter anymore. From the time you got this book, the result is already doomed."

Chapter 130 Seven How about, sir, join our association?

"Master President! We have a vice president, eight official members and two cats of the Ghost Story Association, and we are looking forward to you!" Mr. H, who had three terrible wounds on his forehead and was still gushing out his brain, held Su Che's hand The thighs couldn't stop howling, "Looking forward to the stars and looking forward to the moon, I finally look forward to you!"

Run if you can't beat it, kneel if you can't run away.

It can be said that Mr. H grasped the essence of this sentence. He hugged Su Che's thigh and said with a burst of sorrow, "I am so miserable, President, you don't know how bad those people are, and they all want to eat me alive , do you think I am easy?"

"I, a newcomer who just joined the association for less than a day, became the president like this. Doesn't it have a bad influence?" Su Che instinctively tore off Mr. H's hand that was hugging his thigh, and kicked him aside.

Mr. H shook his head desperately, "There is absolutely no such thing, you have pierced through the entire ghost story world, who dares to say no to you?"

"Does it sound like an imperial appointment when you say that?" Su Che waved his hand, "I think you'd better hire someone else!"

"You said that I am a psychiatrist, a part-time takeaway boy, a non-staff member of the Nanfeng Police Station, the loving principal of the No. [-] Middle School, and an enthusiastic citizen of Jiangcheng, Mr. Su. How did I suddenly become the president of the Ghost Story Association?"

Su Che said with emotion, "I'm not humble either."

"After unanimous research and decision by all members of the association, you must be the president of the Guild Story Association!" Mr. H nodded firmly.

"Okay then, I will reluctantly take over the burden of the president!"

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In the gray and foggy space, a long time has passed.

Mr. H, the vigorous newcomer and experienced vice president, has not come out of the ghost story for a long time. The members of the ghost story association are all in a state of mind, especially Mr. J who wakes up leisurely. So much so that now he is hiding behind the Roshan-like Britney like an ostrich.

"Isn't something wrong with Mr. H? You haven't come out for so long, it's almost dawn!" Xiao Tiantian's soft voice was full of worry.

Although Mr. H is always gloomy, he is only three points like a human being, and seven points like a ghost, which is more treacherous and unpredictable than the half-human, half-corpse Mr. K in the association.

But he can always find funds to fill the vacancy of the association's funds, pay full wages for everyone, buy five insurances and one housing fund, and paid annual leave. It would be a pity if such a big dog dies in strange stories.

"I think Mr. H will meet newcomers in the world of ghost stories in all likelihood. I guess Mr. H is probably going to have a big head now!" Mr. K speculated gloatingly.

Fatty Qian interjected untimely, "I think you'd better pray that Mr. H can come back safely, otherwise the association's capital chain will definitely be broken, and everyone will pack up and go back to each house..."

"What's the matter, can't the income of our strange talk radio station still not be able to maintain expenses?" Xiao Tiantian was a little dissatisfied.

Fatty Qian sneered, "Originally, it should be enough, but because a certain two people threatened the audience with death one after another, the radio station was reported by a large number of listeners, and the sponsors ran away. Do you still have the face?"

"Why did we move the headquarters of the association to the unfinished building in Jiangdu Garden? Don't you have any idea?"

Xiao Tiantian tried to quibble, "Isn't Old K and I just trying to introduce new people to the association? Even low-intensity ghost stories like hitting ghosts can't last, how can you become a member of the association and go deep into the world of ghost stories?"

Long Wenhua sat in the last row and listened to the quarrels of the members of the Ghost Story Association, his expression became more and more strange, and the sense of strangeness that the Ghost Story Association had built up in his heart was gradually collapsing, "Well, Miss Tian, ​​your association is short of funds Really? Why don't you come to me if I donate a little to you?"

Xiao Tiantian, who was like a meat mountain, instantly turned her attention to Long Wenhua in the back row, her sweet tone was somewhat flattering, "This newcomer, are you rich?"

"I've made some money recently, not too much..." Long Wenhua's popularity soared after he was raped by a female ghost in the Helong Hotel, and then went through the experience of visiting Anzhen Hospital overnight. The mouth is full of oil.

Xiao Tiantian slapped Long Wenhua on the broad back, and he coughed continuously, "As expected of the man my mother likes, I, Xiao Tiantian, will come to you tomorrow, wash it up and wait for me!"

The pungent stench and the greasy fat kept swaying in front of Long Wenhua, he resisted the urge to vomit, "Sister Tian, ​​please spare me, I really can't stand it, I have to go to the anus and intestines tomorrow The department is recuperating, another day, we will see you another day!"

"Then it's settled! We'll see each other sometime!" Xiao Tiantian slapped Long Wenhua on the back a few more times, which made him tremble.

Walking back to the front row, Xiao Tiantian proudly said, "The funding problem has been solved!"

Mr. K gave a thumbs up, "Sister Tian, ​​you are awesome!"

At this moment, the gray mist suddenly boiled violently. Seeing this familiar scene, members of the Ghost Story Association sat down in panic.

Not long after, the boiling mist gradually dissipated, and the stepped room was gradually revealed.

At the bottom of the room, two figures shrouded in black mist stood there. It didn't take much thinking to know that it was Mr. H and the fierce newcomer who didn't look like a person.

"I'll make an announcement for everyone." Mr. H raised his hand, and the noisy room suddenly fell silent, "The newcomer has broken through all the ghost stories, and according to the established rules, he has automatically become the president of the ghost story association for this session! "

After saying this, noisy whispers came from the quiet room again. Mr. H glanced at Su Che in embarrassment, "Everyone be quiet, let the new president speak a few words for everyone!"

The cold female voice came from the corner of the room, reminding all the members of the Guitan Association that there was a note in this group of newcomers... "I advise you not to join illegal organizations, this is obviously a kind of Unwise choice."

"Sir, no problem!" Su Che nodded in agreement, "As the new president of the Guild of Ghost Story, I announce that the Guild of Strange Story will be disbanded from now on!"