No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"You have already visited the patient, should you go?" The old doorman looked serious, and opened his mouth to push him away.

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"Sick Building No. [-]..."

Standing outside the high wall of Qingshan Mental Hospital, Su Che looked at the ward that was painted white in the deepest part. At first glance, he didn't think there was anything strange about ward No. [-], but when he passed by the old guard One dial.

Su Che instantly realized the unusualness of No. [-] Ward Building. Most of the whitewashed exterior walls of No. [-] Ward Building had faded and faded, and some even cracked and peeled off the wall skin. But the deepest Sick Building No. [-] was as bright as new, as if it had just been renovated.

All the secrets are sealed inside the white courtyard wall of No. [-] Ward Building by the steel-woven iron fence.

The rainy night murderer who caused a sensation in Jiangcheng [-] years ago, the crazy followers of the corpse-eating cult, the chainsaw maniac from Shuangqing, the deranged Twin Lolita, the boss of Tangshan Reservoir, and those who were not told by the guard brother Out of the extremely dangerous psychopaths.

Su Che thought that Dongjiang Guoan might know about the existence of No. [-] ward of Qingshan Mental Hospital, but for some unknown reason, he took a conniving attitude. When he came to Qingshan Mental Hospital, he heard the taxi driver's master say that Qingshan had a mental illness many years ago. There have been little-known but sensational vicious killings in the hospital.

At this moment, Su Che was almost certain that in the No. [-] ward in the deepest part of the Qingshan Mental Hospital, there was probably some terrifying ghost hiding there, and these villains with bloody hands were needed to suppress this terrifying ghost.

"Interesting, the Qingshan Mental Hospital is becoming more and more interesting. The owner of the Tangshan Reservoir can't avoid the No. [-] Ward Building. It seems that we have to find a chance to sneak into the No. [-] Ward Building. Maybe we can find a lot of clues!"

After making up his mind, Su Che turned his head and looked away from the No. [-] ward in the deepest part of Qingshan Mental Hospital.

Kuang Cheng was in a bad mood because he was fooled by the old guard for hundreds of years. Not only did the boss of Tangshan Reservoir not see him, Su Che promised to end the supernatural incident at Tangshan Reservoir, but the conditions for a salary increase were like ducks flying away. , he glanced dangerously at the old guard who was bored in the guard's room, and he had the idea of ​​sneaking into the guard's room in the dead of night and stealing back the money that bribed the guard.

"President, if Ward No. [-] of Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital is really as scary as the guard said, wouldn't it be difficult for us to get in touch with the owner of Tangshan Reservoir?" Fatty Qian said with a broken mouth.

Su Che suggested, "Why don't we temporarily suppress the plan of building a tour group and sneak into Ward No. [-] of Qingshan Mental Hospital tonight?"

Kuang Cheng and Fatty Qian shook their heads like rattles when they heard that they were going to sneak into Ward No. [-], where many extremely dangerous mental patients were detained, and many of them were murderous.

After joining the Ghost Story Association, they followed the good-for-nothing Mr. H, and at most frightened people on the late-night Jiangcheng Ghost Story Radio Station. If they wanted to sneak into the Qingshan Mental Hospital and face the vicious psycho killer in Ward No. [-], who would be able to resist it!

"President, I'm under a lot of mental stress right now. I can't sleep all night. It's time to go on a trip and relax. If I become like Mr. J, the insanity will outweigh the gain. Work and rest, that's right. It's about combining work and rest!" Kuang Cheng looked at Su Che with a sad face, and the blue and white color on his face became a little bit thicker.

Fatty Qian nodded desperately, "That's right, Old K is right!"

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"twenty minutes......"

Li Cheng looked at the mobile phone that was thrown on the ground by himself and made a malicious sound, his face was pale.

He is just an ordinary person who hangs around in various supernatural forums, not to mention his hobbies, he just likes the thrilling feeling when reading supernatural ghost stories, and the evil taste of scaring his friends into panic when he tells ghost stories.

I never thought that one day I would personally experience supernatural events.

There are still [-] minutes before the arrival of the staff of the supernatural event department who claims to be the No. [-] Department of Dongjiang Guoan Special Service. If he does not want to die on the spot after triggering the ghost puppet killing conditions, Li Cheng must persist for another [-] minutes.

The environment that was still full of people just now became audible at this time, and the traces of pedestrians on the road disappeared completely. The hot sun shone on Li Cheng, but he couldn't feel any warmth, as if he was in a mortuary. The dark wind was blowing on his body, and panic and fear emerged from his heart.

boom--

Suddenly something pushed Li Cheng.

He turned his head suddenly, but saw that the surrounding environment changed suddenly. He was standing in front of an old department store. The entire transparent glass closet was filled with dolls in dresses. engraved.

Viscous red liquid dripped from the eye sockets of the ghost dolls on the entire wall, and flowed between the glass closets, staining them red.

The rusty shutter door suddenly slammed loudly, as if someone was kicking the shutter door frantically in an old department store.

bang——

There was a loud noise, and huge dents suddenly appeared on the rusty rolling shutter door, and there was a tooth-piercing sound of metal friction, as if something unknown was smashing the door curtain with a huge object in the department store.

bang——

There was another loud bang, and the rolling shutter door with huge dents shattered, and a huge ax covered in coagulated blood and broken human remains was slammed out of the rolling shutter door.

Looking in through the rolling shutter door, a delicately carved doll in a western costume stood inside the door with a huge ax in hand, showing a sinister and strange smile to Li Cheng.

"Big brother, the game has started!" The doll in the dress twisted its joints in a weird posture, and walked out of the department store step by step with a huge ax crookedly. It was very slow, but the degree of blood it displayed made people Li Cheng was terrified, "As long as I kill my elder brother, he will be by my side forever, right?"

The coupled mandibular joints kept opening and closing, and the strange clicking sound turned into mourning words in Li Cheng's ears. He looked at the huge ax in the doll's hand that did not match its size, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva laboriously. Shouting in horror, he turned and ran.

The weeping dolls in dresses in the closet twisted their necks neatly, with a sinister smile on their sluggish faces, and looked in the direction of Li Cheng's escape.

"Catch...get him back...eviscerate him...decapitate him...remove his bones... .to be our...companion?"

The road ahead is long, and the streets are lined with low Japanese-style buildings. Li Cheng feels as if he has come to an island country in the East.

But he didn't have the slightest mood to appreciate these strange sights. The doll in a suit who was chasing after him walked extremely slowly, but strangely followed him at a fixed walking frequency, unhurriedly.

Just like a cat playing with a mouse, it will never stop until it kills the mouse.

"Hanako, the relationship between us is life and death, is it necessary to kill them all like this?"

"Look, I bought two more bottles of Liuwei Dihuang Wan and Huiyuan Shenbao Tablets just now, let's continue the fight tonight!"

"Don't chase, don't chase! Let me go, let me do whatever, please, Hanako!"

Li Cheng's miserable cry echoed in the low Japanese style buildings.

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When night fell, a rusty and mottled bus slowly drove by the side of the road outside the high wall of Qingshan Mental Hospital. The body was covered with wet aquatic plants, as if it had just been fished out from the bottom of the river.

In the brightly lit doorman's room, the old doorman who asked Kuang Cheng to extort bribes during the day yawned boredly. He obviously didn't see the extra 714 bus that came out of the roadside of Qingshan Mental Hospital.

Feeling the sudden coldness of the surrounding environment, he glanced anxiously at the whitewashed No. [-] sick building hidden in the depths of the pine forest, and mumbled something in his mouth.

On the No. 714 bus, the uniformed ghost sat in the driver's seat and drove honestly. Su Che and Mr. H sat in the compartment, waiting for Mr. J to escape from the Qingshan Mental Hospital and board the bus.

"President, this woman looks familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere before!" Mr. H whispered beside Su Che.

As a fish that slipped through the net hunted by the Tarot Society, Mr. H has some impression of a woman who exudes a burnt smell.

It has been almost three days since Su Che hacked to death the ghost in red on the No. 714 bus with a butcher's knife, and grabbed the woman who smelled of burnt body. At this time, she was tied to the handrail and she was already dying.

The entangled madness in the rice-grain-sized pupils has not diminished at all, but the eyes looking at Su Che are full of inexplicable fear, and even a little submissive.

The female ghost in white shirt beside her stood blankly, motionless, her scorched hideous face made the same movements as a woman exuding a burnt smell.

"Have you seen her?" Su Che took out the compressed biscuits he bought earlier from his backpack, and asked Mr. H curiously.

Until now, Su Che didn't even know the name of the woman who smelled of burnt body. Although she was tied to the armrest by Su Che, she always looked at Su Che with inexplicable fear in her eyes, but He never spoke, as if suddenly dumb.

Mr. H suddenly mentioned that he had seen a woman with a burnt smell before, and Su Che couldn't help but feel happy.

Thinking back in his mind for a moment, Mr. H stared at the woman who was smelling burnt and said, "When I was in Jingcheng, she followed those lunatics."

"By the way, if I remember correctly, Han Jinlin is also from Jingcheng, right?" Su Che interrupted and asked.

Mr. H nodded, and when he talked about Han Jinlin, he had a worried expression on his face. After hesitating again and again, he said in a low voice, "President, you have included three real ghost stories into the black book these days, and Han Jinlin's state is not quite right. It may get out of control again after a while, President, you'd better prepare in advance and recruit new people to enter the strange talk to weaken its power."

"Is it troublesome?" Su Che asked.

Mr. H looked weird, "It's very troublesome. I said before that Han Jinlin is the scariest ghost story in this book. When it falls into madness, the first thing it looks for is me. If it doesn't tear me alive, it won't let it go. !President, you don’t want to lose your most loyal vice-president, do you?”

"Don't change the subject, I'm asking you about this woman!" Su Che ruthlessly interrupted Mr. H's intention to change the subject.

Mr. H muttered in a low voice, "President, you can't ignore death. Whether my little life can survive this month depends on you. This woman... I only know that she and a woman named Hermit I am closely related to the lunatic, at that time I only thought about escaping from Jingcheng, and I had other things to worry about.”

"Okay, I've repeatedly confirmed the fact that you're trash. It's too embarrassing for you to sit quietly and don't talk!" Su Che looked at Mr. H and shook his head. Mr. H who lost the black book really deserved it. It's shameful to be responsible for the Guitan Association, and there is no one who can do it like a ghost.

Abandoning Mr. H, Su Che walked up to the woman who was tied to the armrest of the carriage with a burnt smell all over her body, untied the rope that bound her, and placed the compressed biscuit in her hand in front of her.

The woman who had been starving for three days and exuded a burnt smell was so hungry that she grabbed the compressed biscuits that Su Che handed over, retreated to the corner of the back door of the carriage and gnawed furiously, looking at Su Che with fearful eyes from time to time.

"Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, making me, Su, look like a mad kidnapper. Obviously you are the accomplice of the vicious cultist, with blood on your hands, making it look like you are the victim."

cough cough cough.

The woman who was gnawing on compressed biscuits suddenly stopped, her bloodshot and entangled pupils covered in long hair trembled violently, and the female ghost in white shirt next to her ignited sparks again, wrapped in raging flames, and the dark eye sockets conveyed unforgettable emotions resentment.

"No, I didn't, I didn't kill...you lied to me...you lied to me..." The woman smelling burnt sprayed out chewed compressed biscuit crumbs , The scorched and sticky lips tore out horrible brown shreds of meat, and dark yellow pus flowed out.

There is a play!

Seeing that the woman exuding a burnt smell finally spoke, Su Che continued to press, "I'm lying to you? You follow the hermit, don't you know who he is? They are all lunatics, creating supernatural events everywhere. Spreading fear, countless innocent people were killed by them, as their accomplice, don't you have a little blood on your hands?"

Su Che's voice echoed in the ears of the woman who smelled burnt all over her body, she covered her ears and whispered desperately, "No, no, that's not what he said..."

"Him?" Su Che mocked, "Is he a hermit?"

"You would listen to a lunatic's lie. You really don't know what it means."

Huddled in the corner of the back door of the bus and struggling to stand up, the crazy look in the rice grain-sized pupils gradually became crazy.

"You are not allowed to slander him like this, he won't lie to me, he certainly didn't lie to me..."

As she spoke, a more intense burnt smell emerged from the woman who was exuding a burnt smell. The female ghost in white shirt beside her was almost burned into a pillar of fire, and the cracked skin was oozing with muddy blood.

"Kill him, sister, kill him!" The woman exuding a burnt smell yelled hysterically.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The female ghost in white shirt next to the woman exuding a burnt smell did not make any movement, she turned her head to look at the female ghost in white shirt who had been burned into a pillar of fire in disbelief, and continued to roar hysterically, "Sister, move, you Quick! Kill him, kill him, kill him..."

However, the white-clothed female ghost who had been burned into a pillar of fire still did not move, and the scene was extremely embarrassing for a while.

"Your sister said that you are about to become a ghost, and she asked me to save you." Su Che said quietly.

The hysterical roar of the woman exuding a burnt smell suddenly froze, and she looked at the white-clothed female ghost who was burning into a pillar of fire beside her in disbelief, her eyes slowly turned red under her long hair, and she held back her tears and stared fiercely. Looking at Su Che, "You are lying to me, my sister is dead, how could she ask you to save me?"

Su Che pointed to the traces of blood written on the bus floor. Although it became a little blurred, it was still possible to see what was written.

"Save my sister."

"That man is not human. He wanted to kill my sister. I have been protecting my sister."

"For me, suicide is not acceptable, he wants my sister to become a ghost."

"There is no time, save my sister, please, she is about to become a ghost."

Lines of distorted and crooked ugly handwriting instantly caused the woman who smelled of burnt body to collapse emotionally. She clutched her burnt face and cried out heartbreakingly.

At the same time, Mr. J, who slipped out of the Qingshan Mental Hospital, saw the No. 714 bus parked on the side of the road at a glance, and he boarded the bus through the front door without any ideological obstacles.

He even looked at the rut marks on the uniform ghost's face with interest, "Hiss... Big brother, you have a hard head, and the dump truck ran over your face without crushing your head."

The subdued ghost looked dazed.