No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

The woman exuding the burnt smell was still tied to the doorpost of the bus, but it was located at a blind spot at the back door of the bus, so Granny Meng didn't see it when she boarded the bus. The woman exuding the burnt smell had a pair of crazed emotions Pupil stared at Granny Meng.

Granny Meng suddenly stood up from her seat, dragged the snakeskin bag containing the dead body, and walked tremblingly to the back door of the bus. She dared not even look at the woman who smelled of burnt body, and made a hoarse voice like sand and stones, "I I got on the wrong bus, I want to get off! I want to get off!"

Su Che sat there with great interest and watched Granny Meng. She looked at the woman exuding a burnt smell. She obviously knew this woman. Originally, Su Che's fishing for big fish was just a word to fool Zhao Tailai temporarily, but it didn't work out. I think the fish will be hooked the next day.

The uniformed ghost driving the No. 714 bus turned a deaf ear and didn't pay attention to Granny Meng's cries.

Seeing that the No. 714 bus did not stop, Granny Meng turned around, looked at Su Che with piercing eyes, and said tremblingly, "Young man, do you know that this bus is a ghost bus? If you want to survive, Just help me force this hearse to stop, otherwise neither of us will survive when the ghosts it wants to pull get on the car one by one!"

"I know this car is a hearse!" Su Che looked at Granny Meng seriously.

"What?"

Granny Meng didn't expect this kind-looking young man to say this at all. She didn't know how to reply for a while, she opened her mouth for a while, and then hurriedly said, "Since you know that this bus is a ghost bus, don't you think it's a ghost bus?" Get out of the car and run for your life with me?"

"Look at me, I forgot to introduce myself to you." Su Che let go of his backpack, pulled out a cold-looking butcher's knife from his waist, and said to Granny Meng with a smile, "The one standing in front of you now is: Professional Psychology A doctor, a part-time takeaway boy, the on-duty principal of Ghost No. 714 Middle School, a non-staff policeman in Nanfeng Ghost Town, the incumbent president of the Ghost Story Association, the owner of the [-] Ghost Bus, a special consultant of Dongjiang Guoan, and an enthusiastic citizen Su gentlemen!"

"So, Granny Meng, do you have any last words to say?"

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[Containment container number: 1424]

[The cremator on the basement floor of Jiangcheng Funeral Parlor (Code Name: Cremator)]

[Containment container details: The material is a high-strength heat-resistant steel structure. After incinerating Ligui ▇▇▇ (file number: JC-2006-0415-3), the whole body emits a strange smell. After measurement, this smell does not exist physically.Experimental results show that when the temperature of the cremator is above 300°C, ghosts below the level of ghosts can be slowly incinerated, and the residual resentment will be completely dissipated within 24 hours; when the temperature of the cremator is between 300°C and 600°C, the incineration efficiency doubles; When the temperature of the cremator is between 600°C and 800°C, the incineration efficiency doubles again; when the temperature of the cremator is above 800°C, the incineration efficiency reaches its peak.Corresponding to its service life of 20 years, 15 years, 10 years, 5 years (currently the device is running at the lowest power)]

[The containment container is a product preserved by Li Gui, and it belongs to the category of 'ghost']

[Note: This container is already in a semi-abandoned state, and it is under the control of Curator Jin, a member of the Fifth Division of Dongjiang Guoan Special Service (code name: Night Watchman). 】

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Listen to Su Che's words, and then look at the uniformed ghost driving the bus, the expressionless Huang Xiaoying, Zhang Yi in a black dress, and the woman tied to the bus doorpost with a burnt smell all over her body.

Under the circumstances, Granny Meng never dreamed that the most terrifying presence in this car was actually Su Che who she thought would become a corpse tonight.

Granny Meng stared at Su Che, and the already eerie bus compartment became even darker. Her wrinkled and withered face frowned, "What were you talking about just now? Tell me your last words, young man, I am Granny Meng." You have crossed more bridges than you have traveled, so you want to kill me?"

With a sneer, she pulled the snakeskin bag containing the dead body, and blood oozed out of the snakeskin bag, and an old man's corpse covered with corpse spots appeared in front of Su Che's eyes.

The moment the dead body appeared, Granny Meng curled up and rolled to the corner of the bus seat. The patterns on the shroud on her body cracked like rotten human skin, and the cold and depressing death wrapped her whole body, full of The wrinkled, withered face instantly dehydrated and shriveled, like a mummy.

But the dead body that was supposed to be lying in the snakeskin bag struggled to get up from the snakeskin bag strangely. It was covered with corpse spots and gave off a rotten stench. With its blue eyelids not yet opened, Su Che raised his hand. When the knife fell, a horrible dead man's head was separated from the body, and viscous corpse fluid and plasma flowed out from the neck of the dead body.

Seeing this scene, Granny Meng was terrified, "The aura of the red dress, this butcher's knife has the aura of the red dress!"

Looking at Su Che with a kind face, Granny Meng's old heart couldn't help shaking, she struggled to get up from the corner of the bus seat, and raised her hands above her head, "Comrade Guoan, I surrender! That's right, I am a subordinate member of the cult." , I plead guilty! Take me away!"

"???"

As soon as the butcher's knife in his hand was pulled out of the dead body, he saw Granny Meng surrender at the speed of light, faster than Zhang Mazi, the security guard of the Jiangcheng funeral home. He very much doubted whether Granny Meng had French blood.

"No."

The butcher's knife in Su Che's hand stopped in the air, "Grandma Meng, isn't the speed of your surrender a bit too fast?"

"Ahem, my old woman is in her eighties this year, why don't you surrender sooner or later, why don't you wait until you kill me with a butcher's knife?" A weird smile appeared on Granny Meng's withered face.

"..." Su Che put down the butcher's knife, looked at the old Granny Meng speechless for a while, "You are over eighty years old and stay up late at night, secretly transporting corpses on the ghost bus, I should Do you use old age and strength, or should you use unrepentant to describe you?"

Granny Meng thought for a while, and soon understood the mocking meaning in Su Che's words, and said hesitantly, "Since my old woman started doing this, she knew that something would happen sooner or later. She didn't die on the ghost bus, Just die at your hands."

"If it falls into your hands, at least there will be a good death. If it falls into the hands of those people, there will be no peace after death." The expression on Granny Meng's old face became more and more strange.

"Those people?" Ever since the Ghost Story Association, Su Che has been hearing about the group of lunatics who create supernatural events everywhere. At first they hunted down Mr. H and came to Jiangcheng, but now they seem to be eyeing the people below Lanjiang. That ghost tried every means to revive the ghost below Lanjiang earlier.

Thinking of the few words that Zhao Tailai revealed, ten years ago, in less than half a month, hundreds of people died when they fell from the bridge that blocked the river, and the entire Jiangcheng was almost paralyzed. deadly.

Afterwards, the Fifth Branch of the Dongjiang Guoan Special Service intervened, and paid a huge price of casualties to manage to control the ghost under the Lanjiang River. It was only controlled, but not eliminated.

Now, after ten years, that ghost is on the verge of recovery again.

In addition to Dongjiang Guoan Special Service No. 714, the group of lunatics who are causing supernatural events are also eyeing this ghost. In front of Granny Meng, who was using the 714 road to carry the corpse, it seemed that the lunatics had already started preparing to attack.

"The Hermit..." Su Che silently read the name.

Granny Meng trembled in fear when she heard the name Su Che uttered. Su Che looked at the trembling Granny Meng and asked, "What? You also know the hermit?"

"I know... I know..." Granny Meng nodded in fear, "He is dead, four years ago, but the ghost on his body has remained, and the ghost that ate it the hermit... and put on his skin..."

"It infiltrated the Tarot Society, killed almost everyone, tore them up and devoured them... soon... soon... it will come to Jiangcheng, It wants to swallow that ghost in the Lanjiang River and become an existence above the red clothes!" Granny Meng collapsed on the bus seat and said pauses.

Su Che frowned and looked at Granny Meng, "You're lying."

Granny Meng looked at Su Che in surprise, as if she couldn't believe it.

"Your offline Zhang Mazi has already explained that when you were trading corpses a while ago, you were talking to the hermit. If you said that the hermit killed almost everyone in the Tarot Society, then he would tell you something. hammer?"

Su Che continued, "The woman with a burnt smell said that she was called by the hermit to Jiangcheng to board the No. 714 bus, and you are using the No. 714 bus to carry the corpse. Are you two in the same group?"

Granny Meng's sunken pupils flickered with resentment, Su Che tore up the lie to make her stop pretending, and the shroud embroidered with patterns suddenly tore, and a grimace without facial features floated out of the shroud, facing towards her. Su Che, who was close at hand, attacked.

A wet and wrinkled feeling emerged from Su Che's heart. He shook his head. Professor Yang's whip, which he had prepared earlier, stretched out from his cuffs. The blazing blue electric arcs collided and shattered, and a grid woven by fine electric arcs stood in front of Su Che. , The grimace without facial features was instantly blasted into a plume of black smoke by the fine electric arc.

But just for a moment, the shroud on Granny Meng's body bulged like a balloon, smashing the window glass of the No. 714 bus, and she jumped off the bus.

Su Che immediately took out the black book, the black mist flowed, and the blood-stained bone-chopping knife appeared in Su Che's hand. He pointed at Granny Meng who jumped out of the car with a deadly throwing knife, "Old woman, eat me!"

Granny Meng, whose shroud was bulging into a ball, abruptly turned around in mid-air, and grabbed the blood-stained bone-slicing knife that flew through the air. Her laughter pierced through the noisy wind and fell into Su Che's ears, "Throw it with the flying knife!" My old woman, didn't the people in Guoan tell you that my Granny Meng has the [-]% attribute of receiving a sword with an empty hand?"

After all, the bulging shroud on Granny Meng's body quickly shrunk. She showed a skill that did not match her age, and quickly ran into the green belt beside the road, disappearing without a trace.

Looking away from the escaped Granny Meng, the cold night wind poured straight into the bus compartment. He looked at the "Qishiwu: The Ominous Knife" strange talk with only the catalog left, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but feel happy , "The tenth owner of the blood-stained bone-slicing knife has been found, but I don't know whether Granny Meng's fate is hard, or the curse of this blood-stained bone-slicing knife is stronger..."

Closing the pages of the book, Su Che yelled at the uniformed ghost who was driving the bus, "The next stop is Tangshan Reservoir, Kuang Cheng will go to the Ghost Story Association to ask people to move forward, we have to catch up as soon as possible!"

[Normal level task: Grimace in the water]

[The long black hair, pale face, and face without facial features have been my lingering nightmare since that night.Arrive at Tangshan Reservoir at night, looking for ghost faces in the water. 】

[Reward: 67-style wooden handle grenade * 2 (a powerful lethal weapon, please use it as appropriate)]

The task refreshed last night appeared in his mind, and Su Che looked at the grimace reflected in the body fluid and blood of the dead body on the ground of the bus, and the grimace that Su Che used Professor Yang's pointer just now to shreds reappeared.

Wet, wrinkled, without facial features...

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The vicinity of Tangshan Reservoir is sparsely populated and weeds are everywhere. Among the weeds taller than a person, there are only a few trails opened by fishermen who come here to fish.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the night wind is rustling.

Peng Hui rode a motorcycle through the weeds, and the back shelf of the car was loaded with large and small bags, including two boxes of detonators that were stuffed to the brim.

Across the weeds, we can see the faint sparkling light reflected from the reservoir at night. It seems that Tangshan Reservoir has been contracted to raise fish many years ago, but for some unknown reason, it casts a large number of fry Death, the boss loses everything.

At first, the boss thought that the villagers near the reservoir had poisoned the fish, and then put a lot of fry into it, and even installed a camera near the reservoir to monitor, but the situation of large numbers of fish deaths did not improve at all.

In the end, the owner of the reservoir failed to start a business and vomited blood. He tried to commit suicide by throwing himself into the river when his debts exploded, but he didn't die.

The contract was signed for a long time, and the reservoir failed to revive after several attempts. Over time, the Tangshan Reservoir was abandoned and became a paradise for fishermen near Jiangcheng.

The above are all rumors that Peng Hui has heard before. He really believed in the evil of the rumor makers. When he came to the Tangshan Reservoir, he failed to catch half of the fish. Instead, he was entangled in horrible ghost faces in the water, and the whole person was almost driven crazy. up.

If he still can't get rid of the grimaces in the water tonight, Peng Hui estimates that he will go to Qingshan Mental Hospital to be with the reservoir owner in all likelihood.

The rustling night wind made his body feel slightly chilled, and Peng Hui's lips were extremely dry and cracked. Whenever he wanted to drink water, the wet and wrinkled ghost face in the water would appear, and the whole glass of water became fishy. It stinks, even if he suppresses his nausea and drinks it forcibly, it won't take long for him to writhe violently in his stomach, vomiting out the rotten fish and shrimp corpses that came from nowhere.

Today, he is completely afraid to drink water, and can only hang his life with glucose injections.

Facts have proved that once a person is pushed to a certain level, no matter if it is a ghost or any other strange thing, he will always fight hard at the end.

For example, Peng Hui, after he contacted Boss Shi last night and asked to buy two boxes of detonators, he rushed to Boss Shi's place early before dawn, traded two boxes of contraband secretly, and then went to Tangshan Reservoir without stopping. Come.

Peng Hui rode his bicycle for a while, and several motorcycles were parked by the side of the road, obviously the mounts left by fishing friends who came to Tangshan Reservoir for night fishing.

Going forward, the road became rough and the motorcycle could no longer carry people. He could only get out of the car and push the motorcycle forward with difficulty.

Peng Hui came to the bank of the reservoir and looked at the vast water surface. His pale and weak face outlined hysterical anger. He unloaded two boxes of detonators from the motorcycle rack, and the frustration and fear of being haunted by ghost faces in the water for more than a month surged. In my heart, I will blow up the grimace under the reservoir to the sky later!

There are several incandescent lights on the shore of the reservoir. Under the illumination of the incandescent lights, the sparkling water surface reflects the mountains around the reservoir, but under the water surface, it is as black as ink, like a deep pool. The scenery, the messy aquatic plants attached to the bottom of the water, surged with the waves, like a drowned water ghost hiding in the bottom of the water.

Holding two boxes of detonators, Peng Hui walked to the shore with heavy steps. Not far away was a tent built by a fishing friend. The bright lights were shining brightly. He huddled in the tent with only his head outside, concentrating on Waiting for the fish to take the bait.

Peng Hui who suddenly emerged from the weeds on the shore frightened him. He quickly waved the flashlight and shot a beam of light on Peng Hui. He was relieved when he saw that it was a fishing friend, "Brother, it's already midnight , you are too late for night fishing."

"Big brother, listen to my advice, you can't fish at night in Tangshan Reservoir!" Peng Hui walked to the tent with two boxes of detonators in his arms, and said with a serious face.

The fisherman was a little surprised. He glanced at Peng Hui curiously. At this time, Peng Hui was pale and had swollen eye sockets, with thick dark circles under his eyes, and his mental state was extremely poor, like a drug addict.

"Stop! Don't come over here!" The fishing brother dropped the fishing rod in his hand, pulled out a stick from the tent and stared at Peng Hui vigilantly, "Who are you?"

Peng Hui stopped, "I'm also a fisherman, you may not be able to tell me, brother, I came to Tangshan Reservoir for night fishing a month ago, and I ran into an evil spirit. Today I'm here to fight to the death with that ghost, it didn't die It's me who dies!"

The surface of the reservoir was cold and a gust of wind blew, and Peng Hui and his fishing brother met each other's eyes. Neither of them answered the conversation, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

It wasn't until the fishing brother saw the two boxes of detonators that Peng Hui was holding on his chest that he said quietly, "I caught you frying fish in the reservoir, so there's no need to make up such a lame excuse. Listen to me, brother!" Persuasion, frying fish is fun for a while, and you are in prison with tears! Come on, let me lend you a fishing rod, wouldn't it be nice to go fishing together at night?"

Holding two boxes of detonators, Peng Hui squeezed out an ugly smile, and explained, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, you will know how powerful it is when it comes out, brother, stay away, so as not to affect you!"

The old fishing brother suddenly became curious. Apart from fishing, the most frequent chat among fishermen was all kinds of strange experiences. Some fishermen had caught four or five meters long anacondas, and some Some fishermen have caught the remains of murder victims, and some fishers have become evil and stole the fishpond owner’s calf...

On the contrary, he only heard about the experience of encountering ghosts during night fishing. Since a certain angler posted on the fishing bar that he saw two corpses while fishing at night in the Lanjiang River, the fishing bar has been haunted recently. The rumors of the news became more and more loud, and many people reported that they smelled a strange fishy smell after seeing those two photos.

Now seeing with his own eyes the fisherman who caught evil at night, he asked Peng Hui curiously, "My name is Quan Miao, what's my brother's name?"

"Peng Hui." Peng Hui briefly introduced, put the two boxes of detonators on the shore, opened the lid and looked at the sparkling water, waiting for the grimace in the water to appear.

Quan Miao did not let go of the swinging stick in his hand, picked up the fishing rod he had dropped, and then asked, "Brother Peng Hui, you said that you caught a ghost at night in Tangshan Reservoir a month ago, can you tell me your story?" Is it? Oh, by the way, I don’t know if you go fishing or not, there have been more and more rumors about the haunted fishing club recently, and it seems that it all started with a post from a Lanjiang night fishing brother!"

"Lanjiang night fishing?" Peng Hui frowned, feeling that the matter was not simple.

Quan Miao nodded, "Yes, night fishing in Lanjiang, a fisherman uploaded two photos he took on the post bar, two corpses of a man and a woman floating in the middle of the Lanjiang River, one said that the female corpse looked like She's pretty and has a good figure, but it's a pity that it's a corpse..."

"I was also there on the night when Lanjiang was haunted by ghosts." Peng Hui said in a deep voice, "I hacked two ghosts to death that night!"

"???"

Quan Miao heard Peng Hui boasting, and was speechless for a while, "Brother Peng Hui, you are quite good at bragging, you really are a fisherman from Tieba!"

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