No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

The pale light illuminated the gray corridor in the funeral parlor, the entire corridor was covered with pale light, and the ghosts rushing out of the morgue rushed away from Su Che.

The black figure who appeared in the funeral home hid in the corner of the mourning room, watched the densely packed ghost figures rushing out of the funeral home through the corner window in fear, showing a gloating expression.

He knew very well that the Jiangcheng funeral parlor was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. The grievances of countless dead who were burned here gathered together to create this territory belonging to the dead. Eyes full of evil intent spy on any living people who break into the funeral parlor.

"There are at least a hundred ghosts in the morgue, and those three people may have been torn to pieces by the ghosts inside." The black figure smiled ferociously, "Catch me? I won't let you keep the whole body."

"Unfortunately......"

The black figure was very disappointed, and turned from disappointment to anger, "It's a pity that Fan Dewei and Feng Shi are two idiots, it's not good to stay in the security room honestly? If you insist on coming out to seek death, it doesn't matter if you seek death, these two idiots If he died in the morgue, the funeral home will definitely have to investigate, and the matter of stealing the corpse will be delayed again.”

"Hehe." The black figure sneered, and continued to hide in the mourning room, quietly waiting for the ghosts who ran away due to the intrusion of Su Che and others to recover calmly, and then went to the cremation room at the deepest part of the tunnel to steal one or two corpses away .

But soon, the black figures hiding in the mourning room were surprised to find that these ghosts who rushed out of the morgue did not seem to have fallen into madness, but seemed to be repeating in a voice full of resentment with some fear, 'traitor' , 'Twenty-five Boys', 'eat inside and outside' and so on.

"Strange, what's going on?"

With an ominous premonition in his heart, the black figure plucked up his courage and looked up through the gray corridor outside the mourning room outside the corner window.

Two pairs of eyes covered with black bloodshot eyes and turbid and dilated pupils were flashing through the corner window of the mourning room. A chilling cold wind penetrated through the crack of the mourning room door and blew on the black figure with biting coldness.

The heart skipped a beat, and the black figure couldn't help trembling, "Damn it, aren't these ghosts looking for me?"

"How is it possible!" The black figure shook his head, throwing his unrealistic thoughts behind him, "They only need to go crazy for a while and they will calm down. Those three outsiders plus Fan Dewei and Feng Shi are enough to fill them up." Feast on their appetite!"

Before the black figure came back to his senses, he heard the sound of crazy slamming on the door. The two wooden doors fixed by hinges in the mourning room slammed. Wiping the sweat from his brow, the black figure murmured, " Fortunately, when I hid in the mourning room just now, I locked the door, and they should leave after they find that they can't break the door."

"It's really strange, what happened in the morgue, these ghosts are like crazy."

The black figure only heard the loud noise of Su Che kicking open the door of the mortuary, and then saw them file in, followed by the ghosts in the morgue opening their coffins, smashing the stainless steel mortuary cabinet and making a loud noise .He was sure that anyone who stepped into the morgue would end up wiping their necks and waiting to die in the face of hundreds of ghosts.

The sound of ghosts banging on the door in the tunnel was much quieter, and the black figure took a deep breath, "It seems that these ghosts have gone crazy enough, those three people plus Fan Dewei and Feng Shi's two unlucky ones must be torn to pieces by them .”

The black figure covered his mouth and let out a neurotic suppressed laugh, chaotic, mad, and hoarse.

But in the next second, the black figure could no longer laugh.

The two locked wooden doors of the mourning room suddenly made a loud noise, and the black figure hiding in the dark only saw two fire axes painted with red paint strike the two wooden doors of the mourning room from the outside passageway. Sawdust splattered.

"No way, they even took out the two fire axes outside the cremation room. This is definitely aimed at me!" The black figure stared dumbfounded at the fire ax that was still hacking the wooden door, feeling a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart. .

But he smiled ferociously, "I already knew that there would be an accident on this day, and I have already left the way of retreat!"

He pulled out a body bag from the corner that was covered in dark yellow corpse fluid and soaked in dark blood and gave off a stench, and without thinking about it, he unzipped it and lay down in it.

"I'm such a genius, I left behind early!" Lying in the body bag, the black figure thought cheerfully.

bang——

After a loud bang, the two wooden doors of the mourning room were completely smashed by the fire axe, fell off from the fixed hinges, and hit the ground heavily, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

The pale light in the corridor entered the mourning room, the light was gloomy and dim, and many ghosts who had already crowded outside the mourning room swarmed in, and their extremely vicious eyes scanned back and forth in the mourning room.

Here.

There was no trace of the black figure.

Just about to leave the mourning room, the ghost whose big flower arm was cut in two by Su Che yelled at Chao Di's body bag hidden in the corner of the mourning room, and all the ghosts' vicious eyes fell to the corner of the mourning room body bag.

The black figure held his breath and waited anxiously in the body bag. To be honest, the smell in the body bag soaked in corpse fluid and blood was very unpleasant.

But in order to avoid being rounded up by hundreds of ghosts in the morgue, no matter how bad the stench was, he had to endure it.

"Perseverance, persistence is victory!" The black figure silently encouraged himself.

The mourning room was shrouded in complete silence. Just when the black figure thought the ghost had left, he found gusts of dark wind blowing on his face through the body bag, and the body bag he was hiding in suddenly rose into the air.

Kick, step, smash, hit, press...

At this moment, the black figure felt as if he had been hit by a dump truck, and his whole body was in severe pain like it was about to fall apart.

Countless black scars are all over the body, and the black figure still can't figure it out, "How did these ghosts find me?"

I don't know how long it took, the black figure was beaten to the brink of death by the gang, and the ghost who hadn't enjoyed himself dragged him out of the mourning room, and kicked him fiercely on the body bag wrapped in the black figure like kicking a football. A beautiful arc was drawn in the air, smashing through the door of the morgue, and sliding into the morgue with all fours upturned.

The zipper of the body bag was slowly unzipped, and when the figures of Su Che, Fan Dewei and Feng Shi appeared in front of him, he muttered to himself like crazy, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, stop!" The hundreds of ghosts in the mortuary failed to kill you? They even helped you catch me? I don’t believe it, I must be dreaming, I must be dreaming.”

Hearing the black figure whispering like crazy, Su Che grabbed him by the collar and pulled him out of the body bag, "Sure enough, you are the one who wants to lead us to the morgue, right? Now we're in, you Is there anything you want to say?"

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"Would you believe me if I said it was a misunderstanding?"

The black figure knew it was hopeless to escape, and tried to quibble.

Su Che held him by the collar, and made a gesture towards the many ghost mortuaries that had completed the goal of laying the corpse, "I threw you to the ghost, and I said it was a misunderstanding, do you think it's okay?"

"Wait!" The black figure was dejected, "I admit it, I only have one question now, why did the ghost in the morgue help you catch me, it's unscientific!"

"If you don't help me, why don't you help me, the thief who stole the corpse?" Su Che chuckled, "Maybe they were moved by my enthusiasm. Do you have any objections?"

When Su Che finished saying this, the densely packed morgues in the room all shook, and the morgues where they lay their bodies were arranged and combined, and a line of words appeared, "We have already caught this young boy for you, you Should we go?"

"What's the rush, we haven't revealed the true identity of this corpse thief yet, everyone here must be very curious!"

The morgues were arranged again, "Not really."

Su Che turned a deaf ear, he put the butcher's knife back into his waist, and grabbed the black cloth covering the black figure's face.

A pockmarked face emerged from under the black cloth. The moment Fan Dewei saw this face, he exclaimed, "Zhang Pockmark, didn't you quit your job? I knew that there were surveillance cameras everywhere in the funeral parlor, and no thieves were caught. The thief of the corpse, no wonder, it turned out that there was an insider who committed the crime! Is there something wrong with you? Why are you stealing this thing?"

Su Che glanced back and forth between Zhang Mazi and Fan Dewei. To be honest, he didn't expect that the so-called corpse thief in the funeral parlor was actually committed by the security guards.

Thinking of this, Su Che was even more curious about Zhang Mazi's purpose for stealing the corpse. After all, the funeral home after midnight is full of terrifying unknown dangers. There are hundreds of ghosts in the morgue alone, not to mention the deeper tunnel The mourning hall, the ashes storage room, and even the cremation room at the end of the tunnel.

Su Che didn't feel the existence of ghosts from Zhang Mazi, that is to say, Zhang Mazi is just an ordinary person, and an ordinary person dared to go to the haunted funeral parlor to steal the corpse...

Really bizarre.

"Tell me, why did you come back to steal the corpse after you resigned from the funeral home?" Su Che looked back at the three walls in the morgue that were full of morgue cabinets, and then added, "You know there are ghosts in the morgue, and more than One, have you come in?"

Zhang Mazi thought for a while, then sighed, "For money."

"For money?" Su Che frowned, "You stole the funeral home's corpse and sold it for money, is it a shady marriage?"

"No, not only female corpses, she buys all corpses, and I don't know why she buys so many corpses." Zhang Mazi explained with a bitter face, he was dying after being beaten by ghosts in the morgue, and his voice was broken.

"From last year to now, the funeral parlor has lost more than a dozen corpses one after another, all because of you?" Fan Dewei gasped. He really couldn't imagine that Zhang Mazi, who had been on vigil with his partner, was secretly stealing corpses. The act of selling.

Zhang Mazi shook his head, and continued to speak with difficulty, "It's not all about me. I only stole once when I was working..."

"Wait." Su Che interrupted Zhang Mazi, "Please explain what happened."

"I..." Zhang Mazi spoke several times, but there was no follow-up. It took him a while to make up his mind to explain, "When I was patrolling the night shift, I bumped into a thief who broke into the funeral parlor and stole the corpse. He paid me [-] yuan as a favor, but I didn't expose him, and just turned a blind eye and let him go. When he fled, he was in a hurry, leaving a card with his contact information in my hand, and I kept it. Did not throw.

At the end of last year, I became addicted to gambling. I lost all my salary one after another. I owe a loan shark with rolling interest.

I can't repay this debt with my salary. Seeing that the interest rate has become more and more in debt, I was forced to do nothing, so I used my crooked brain... After several rounds, I found the person on the card, and she told me that the price for a corpse is [-].Then he also explained to me some taboos such as which places the funeral home can enter and which places cannot enter..."

After a brief pause, Zhang Mazi laughed self-deprecatingly, "I was still funny at the time. She, an outsider, has less experience than me, a person who worked as a security guard in the Jiangcheng funeral home. Unfortunately, I never expected that the funeral home after midnight It is a completely different world from the funeral home during the day.

That night, I saw with my own eyes a corpse writhing and climbing on the ground in the half-closed door of the morgue. The dead body saw me, it ran out of the morgue...

I was terrified half to death, and remembered her telling me to find a body bag and lie in a body bag when I saw something weird, and not come out until it was all over.I did as I did, and I escaped from that corpse. Then I walked to the cremation room on the basement floor of the funeral parlor as she said, and found a corpse at random and brought it back to her.

She very readily gave me [-] yuan. "

"In this way, I gambled during the day and kept vigil at night. When I ran out of money, I would steal corpses and sell them. The rumor of the corpse thief made the funeral home panic, and I was afraid that I would be caught one day, so I quit my job.

But I am very familiar with the funeral home, and I know that the security guards at the funeral home at night will not leave the security room casually, so as long as I escape the surveillance of the security room, I can enter and leave the funeral home at will to steal corpses and sell them for money. "Zhang Mazi resigned to his fate and confessed everything about stealing corpses and selling them for money.

Feng Shi and Fan Dewei were stunned when they heard it, and thousands of words merged into one sentence, "Gambling dogs will die!"

"You never asked, why did that person ask you to collect the corpse?" Su Che stared at Zhang Mazi's facial expression. At this time, there was no sign of fear on Zhang Mazi's face, it was all the annoyance after being caught. And crazy, if Su Che hadn't threatened to throw him to feed the ghosts, he would have risen up and resisted [-]%.

Zhang Mazi said in a pleading tone, "I know I was wrong, please forgive me just once, just this once, I will never dare to come to the funeral home to steal corpses and sell them for money!

"Forgive you?" Fan Dewei broke Zhang Mazi's fantasy with righteous words, "If I spare you, who will spare those heartbroken victims whose bodies were stolen by you? What awaits you is the severe punishment of the law." !"

Then he looked at Su Che with a sneer, "My good man, are your hands sore? Do you want me, Lao Fan, to help you?"

"How much is this guy's bounty?" Su Che guessed what Fan Dewei was thinking without even looking at him.

Fan Dewei rubbed his hands, "Not much, not much, just one, two, three, five, six, seven, eight, nine, nine..."

"How much is it?"

"Three hundred thousand."

Hearing Su Che and Fan Dewei start talking about how much bonus they could get if they arrested him, Zhang Mazi became extremely desperate. He began to confess in a self-destructive manner, trying to find a chance of survival. Her name is Granny Meng, and she lives in Xixi Lane! The casino, yes, and the casino, the casino is in the Qinglongzhai Villa near the Tangshan Reservoir, I’ve told you everything I know, can I count myself surrendered?”

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Zhang Mazi's confession made the matter even more confusing. There seemed to be some connection between the Jiangcheng Funeral Home and the 714 bus.

Because when Su Che was chasing the No. 714 bus last night and passed Xixixiang Station, an old woman in a shroud was standing on the platform of Xixixiang Station in the torrential rain. There was a snakeskin bag under her feet. corpse.

It is obvious that this old woman in a shroud is probably the Granny Meng who Zhang Mazi said was collecting the corpse. Last night, Granny Meng tried to board the No. 714 bus from Xixi Lane Station with the collected corpse.

But because of Su Che's intervention, the No. 714 bus driven by Li Zhiwen drove past Xixi Lane Station, and Granny Meng couldn't get on the bus.

Thinking of this, Su Che laughed playfully, "Bus No. 714 is in the black book in my hand, there is something to play tonight!"

"What else do you know, tell me all about it."

Knowing that he will be handed over to the police who are about to arrive, Zhang Mazi is obedient, "I also know something about the funeral home."

"what do you know?"

Fan Dewei was very curious. Even though he had worked as a security guard in the Jiangcheng funeral home for more than ten years, he knew very little about the Jiangcheng funeral home. Thinking that the funeral home is haunted is just a rumor.

"I overheard this incident last time when I stole the corpse and handed it to Granny Meng for money. Granny Meng seemed to be talking to someone at that time." Zhang Mazi shook his head and continued with a mournful face, "They said, Jiang Cheng The dead people accumulated in the cremation room of the funeral parlor are no longer enough. They may delay the layout of the reservoir. They also said that the national security has intervened and they must withdraw from Jiangcheng as soon as possible. I can't understand the words."

Regarding Zhang Mazi's words, Su Che was skeptical. After all, Zhang Mazi was a tool to steal the corpse, so it was obviously unlikely that such a secret conversation would be overheard by him.

Zhang Mazi also saw that Su Che didn't believe his words, so he hurriedly explained, "I swear, I didn't lie!"

Su Che released Zhang Mazi from his hand, threw it to Fan Dewei, and finally asked, "After entering the funeral parlor, the exit from the corridor has disappeared. How did you get out?"

"After three o'clock in the evening, the exit will appear again." After thinking for a while, Zhang Mazi continued to speak in an uncertain tone, "Grandma Meng once told me that there is another door in the cremation room of the funeral home. I can only go out through that door if the exit of the corridor does not appear after three o'clock in the morning, but... I have never seen that door in the cremation chamber."

Su Che and others walked out of the morgue amidst the murmurs of hundreds of animals lying in the morgue. He looked back at the exit of the corridor. The white light shone from the ceiling, and there was a gray area everywhere. The entrance is blocked by a wall.

At least before three o'clock in the morning, they couldn't leave the funeral home through the exit of the corridor. Su Che took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It was now past eleven thirty at night, and it was not yet midnight, and it was still far away from three o'clock in the morning.