No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

So Su Che at this time, as long as others look at him, he will be paralyzed from fright. This guy is not a person, even if he said that a fierce ghost came out of the cage, people would believe it.

"President, who are you?" Kuang Cheng struggled to swallow his saliva with his Adam's apple. The combination of the paper mourning clothes and Li Rusong's human skin mask was so terrifying that he even thought that the person standing in front of him was not a human being, but A horrifying, irrational ghost.

Su Che put his backpack on his back, and the wrinkled human leather mask on his face made him speak in a low voice, "Masquerade party, of course you have to wear makeup to participate, how about you, old K?"

"Me?" Kuang Cheng couldn't figure it out, "I'm not wearing a mask either!"

"Isn't it enough to show your frightened look on the weird talk radio station that night? Are you out of your mind?" Su Che said angrily.

"Oh!"

Kuang Cheng suddenly came to his senses, and took out a bag of medical blood that was steaming cold, bit it open with his teeth, and drank tons of headaches.

After a while, Kuang Cheng's pale face suddenly turned blue and black, black hairs as hard as iron pierced through the pores of his skin and came out, orangutan red light emerged from Kuang Cheng's darkened eyes, and sharp fangs protruded On the lips, the smell of formalin became stronger, and even a rancid smell gradually spread.

"So you have to be stained with blood to become a black zombie!" Su Che was quite curious about Kuang Cheng's half-human, half-corpse existence.

Kuang Cheng ignored Su Che's words, and after a while, the strange smell of formalin and rancid smell on his body subsided slightly, but the bloodthirsty scarlet light in his eyes did not dissipate even a bit.

"I can't control myself now, President, take it easy, and don't beat me to death." Kuang smiled wryly on his black-haired face, hiding his lingering struggle.

Su Che took a deep look at Kuang Cheng, who had turned black and stiff, and said in his heart, "When I return to Jiangcheng, I should put on the agenda to control the ghosts on the members of the Ghost Story Association. Since I can't eliminate the ghosts on them, I will use them It shouldn't be difficult, the River Lane Bridge...Yong Lane...Sick Building No. [-]...and the real estate certificate for the villa on Zijin Avenue in Shuangqing City, things are getting worse and worse. Too much, I'm going to be bald all day long by myself, it's time to arrange some helpers!"

"How long can you hold on, old K?" Su Che continued to ask.

"If I enter the world of ghost stories on the third Sunday of this month and get nothing, the poison of the corpse will flow into my brain, and I will completely become a zombie." Kuang Cheng said in a deep voice.

After getting the black book of the Ghost Story Association, Su Che once asked Mr. H how to open the Ghost Story World, but Mr. H didn't know much about it, and only said that Han Jinlin's setting for the Ghost Story Association was like this. Only on the Sunday of the third week can you enter the world of strange stories, unless... Han Jinlin is in a state of madness and out of control, only then can the members of the association enter the world of strange stories that is a hundred times more dangerous than usual, eliminate the weirdness, and let Han Jinlin become silent in it again The only day of sanity.

However, Su Che's behavior of successively including real ghost stories into the black book has already put Han Jinlin on the verge of losing control.

"Is that so? I know." Su Che remained silent, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

......

The two and a ghost groped up from the cabin on the seventh floor of the cruise ship, and there was no one around. When they arrived outside the dance hall on the tenth floor, loud and noisy voices flooded into their ears.

The door of the dance hall was ajar, and there was not even a waiter guarding it. Su Che did not push the door in a hurry, but walked slowly to the ajar door, and looked in through the slightly open door. Almost all the passengers All gathered here, the atmosphere of carnival enveloped the entire hall, and the strong smell of blood diffused from the crack of the door, but the carnival passengers inside were completely unaware of it.

Slap... Slap...

It seems that a gust of wind blew past, causing goosebumps to appear on Su Che's arms under the paper-wrapped mourning dress, and his hairs stood on end. After two abrupt footsteps, a strange figure appeared strangely under the glass chandelier hanging outside the ballroom. A weirdo in a black trench coat.

The light from the glass chandelier shone on it without shadows...

Three dice were thrown and held in scarred palms.

"Big...or small?"

Su Che looked at it, it looked at Su Che, the weird man in black windbreaker under the glass chandelier repeated the action again and again, throwing the dice again and again, clenched his hands, and repeated the sentence, "Big... ...still small?"

Su Che didn't move, and neither did it.

Suddenly, Su Che walked up to the strange man in black windbreaker frightened by the glass chandelier, and the bright light projected on Su Che, dragging a long black shadow.

Snapped!

The three thrown dice fell back into the hands of the monster in the black windbreaker, and the pupils covered by the high-necked windbreaker were gouged out, leaving only bloody black holes, and he said to Su Che, "Big...or small? "

Su Che's gaze has been fixed on the only exposed palm of the monster in black trench coat. There are dark scars on the second phalanges of his five fingers, as if they were cut off by a sharp blade and then spliced ​​together abruptly.

Seeing this, Su Che said with a slightly mocking tone with a smile, "I'm an old gambler, even though Chuqian has five fingers cut off and still loves to gamble so much, it's hard to change her nature even if she becomes a ghost."

The weird man in the black windbreaker suddenly stopped throwing dice. Su Che's words had obviously stimulated it greatly. Its bloody black eyes sprayed dirty blood, and its mouth sewn to death under the windbreaker let out a hoarse roar. To Su Che who is close at hand.

However, Su Che had been prepared for a long time, and pulled out the butcher's knife with lightning speed. The cold and watery blade reflected the light of the glass chandelier, and the black windbreaker stretched out his scarred palm to open the butcher's knife in front of Su Che. , but in the next second, Su Che brandished the butcher's knife, and its five stiffly spliced ​​fingers broke off at the same root.

The three dice soaked in blood and the five fingers of the monster in the black windbreaker fell to the ground paved with blankets. The rancid blood stained the blanket, and the smell of the butcher's knife in the red clothes made the monster in the black windbreaker want to escape.

Su Che's short-distance sprint skill was fully released, and he quickly became a bolt of lightning in front of the weird man in black windbreaker. He said in a serious tone, "Throwing dice to guess the size is just an old-fashioned game. You like to gamble so much, why don't we play some exciting games? "

"How about the big Russian turntable?" Su Che took out a Type 54 pistol and loaded it, "There is still one bullet in the magazine of this pistol, let's point it at our own heads, each pull the trigger once, and take turns to see who has better luck , You haven’t seen this kind of gameplay, have you? Is it exciting to stab?”

"I see that you have all five fingers broken, and you are a disabled person, so I reluctantly let you come first."

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"President, can you do something that a human being should do?"

Kuang Cheng was powerless to complain, and regardless of the fact that he took out a 54-type pistol and played Russian roulette, the problem was that this ghost finger in a black windbreaker was cut off by Su Cheqigen, and it held a bare palm Play a lonely Russian roulette.

And as long as this ghost's brain is still normal, it won't believe Su Che's nonsense, take a loaded Type 54 pistol and slam it in the head.

However, the fact is such nonsense. In the state where Kuang Cheng and Uncle Wei were speechless, the strange man in a black windbreaker made a gesture of throwing dice, and his mouth sewn up with thick thread grinned strangely, "Da... ..still small?"

"You said you agreed? That's a good relationship!" Su Che put the loaded Type 54 pistol on the ground, smiling unabated, "Come on, let's start!"

As soon as Su Che finished speaking, the weird man in the black windbreaker let out a sneer laugh with a strange grin on his mouth. He picked up the pistol with his randomly spliced ​​left hand and pointed at his head covered by the collar of the black windbreaker.

The index finger pulls the trigger, the loaded firing pin triggers the primer, and there is a gunshot. The hot special bullet instantly penetrates the head of the weird man in the black windbreaker.

The mouth sewn shut with thick thread opened and opened again, "I... lost..."

Black smoke billowed up, and the monster in the black windbreaker gradually drifted away like ashes from the place pierced by bullets.

"Definitely." Looking at the strange man in the black windbreaker who had vanished into thin air, Kuang Cheng held back for a long time before finally uttering these two words.

Su Che picked up the pistol and took off the magazine. The last bullet was fired just now, so there is no bullet in the magazine at this time. Su Che did not lie to the weird man in the black windbreaker. There is really only one bullet in the magazine of this gun bullet.

After refilling the magazine, putting away the Type 54 pistol, Su Che turned and went to the ball hall.

Pushing open the door, the air temperature suddenly became cold, and a strong smell of blood rushed to the face, and then spread to the entire cabin.

In an instant, the surrounding environment seemed to have been washed by decades of time. The bright and beautiful woolen carpet was covered with brown blood stains, and rotting corpses could be seen everywhere. The old color, cracked wall paint, and the smell of blood in the air seemed to melt Into the whole ship, can no longer tell each other.

A pool of scarlet blood gathered in the low-lying part of the ballroom, and the short white figure flashed away, passed through the faded door, and ran into the corner passage on the left side of the ballroom.

The next second, the loud and noisy voice flooded into the ears again, the carnival passengers in the hall, the harsh music, and the atmosphere of shoulder-to-shoulder crowding stopped for an instant, and a series of gloomy, terrifying and malicious eyes all fell on the people who opened the door. Su Che and Kuang Cheng who entered.

Li Rusong's human skin mask exudes a cold and suffocating breath, and the paper-wrapped mourning clothes make Su Che look like an evil spirit. At first glance, he is not a human being, let alone Uncle Wei, an old ghost who has been around for decades.

After a short silence, the ball hall fell into carnival again.

Su Che glanced at the time. It is now [-]:[-], and there is still some time before the dance at [-]:[-]. After eight o'clock, the whole ship will turn into hell, but what is the white figure I saw when I opened the door just now, blood pool? White shadow?"

"President, there are so many ghosts...so many ghosts...the whole hall is full of ghosts!" Kuang Cheng's teeth trembled.

In the eyes of Kuang Cheng, the masked and carnival passengers in the dance hall at this time were all bloody and resentful ghosts who were cut in two from the waist, crawling dragging their intestines and viscera.

Even though he joined the Ghost Story Association and went through many ghost talks, Kuang Cheng was able to sneak into the zombie crowd without changing his face, and became the right-hand man of the corpse king like a fish in water, but the picture that appeared in front of him was still too terrifying. The corpse poison spreading in Kuangcheng's body got out of control on the spot.

"I saw it, why panic! Everyone is a ghost now, and it's more fierce than you!" Su Che said in a low voice.

Snapped.

Uncle Wei, who had been silent all this time, was even more unbearable. His deeply drooping head fell off his neck with a snap, and rolled onto the dance floor with a grunt.

Uncle Wei's headless body was like a headless fly, chasing his head and rushing into the dance floor, and soon disappeared. Su Che followed Uncle Wei and headed for the corner passage on the left side of the ballroom. I want to see what the white figure that ran away just now is.

"Hey, slow down, President, wait for me." Su Che and Uncle Wei entered the dance floor one after another, and Kuang Cheng hurriedly chased after Su Che's back.

The rumbling heavy metal music is deafening, and the passengers who have been killed for many years are still stranded here, repeating the tragedy of the year day after day.

As soon as he entered the dance floor, the already strong smell of blood became even more stench. Su Che glanced at Kuang Cheng who was following behind, and kept his hands on the handle of the butcher's knife and the pistol without Panasonic.

Fortunately, the combination of Li Rusong's human skin mask and paper mourning clothes was already fake. He could feel the faint aura of the red dress on Su Che's body. Torn to shreds by his ferocious hair.

But Kuang Cheng didn't have such luck as Su Che. Although his black and stiff features were extremely obvious, the beating heart of a living person still attracted the attention of many evil spirits. A pair of slender women's legs followed closely behind Kuang Cheng, and the fragmented body with only half of the skeleton dragged along the ground, pulling out a long bloodstain.

Kuang Cheng obviously found the ghosts that were staring at him, but he didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements. There were ghosts pretending to be normal in front of him and behind him.

Fearfully squeezed out of the dance floor and came to Su Che's side, Kuang Cheng hadn't had time to soothe his nerves and take a breath before he was dragged forward by Su Che into the corner passage on the left.

The female ghost who was broken in two still didn't give up. Her slender legs and torn upper body followed the two into the corner passage. Two beams of blazing blue arcs flashed, and her slender legs and torn upper body were instantly twitched crazily by the electricity.

Then came the flash of the butcher's knife, and the female ghost passenger who had been cut in two was immediately tainted by the faint scarlet mist on the blade of the butcher's knife, and was chopped into several sections and dissipated in black smoke.

The color of the faint scarlet mist seems to have become a bit darker again.

Su Che stuck out half his head from the corner passage, and looked at the dance floor full of ghosts. Uncle Wei's figure in cotton clothes was particularly conspicuous on the dance floor. His head fell to the ground like a ball, and was kicked by the ghosts in the dance hall. Kicking it over, the headless body shuttled back and forth exhaustedly on the way to find the head, "Forget it, let Uncle Wei slowly find the head here first."

"Let's go find another ghost!" Su Che retreated back to the corner passage, and said to Kuang Cheng.

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"Another ghost?" Kuang Cheng, who had just recovered from the oppressive environment of the dance hall full of ghosts, had not had time to breathe a sigh of relief when Su Che's words made his mind full of question marks.

Feeling like looking for a ghost is like looking for an old friend you haven't seen for many years, Kuang Cheng held back the words that came out of his mouth, and quickly followed Su Che who had gone away.

The aisle of the cabin less than one meter wide is narrow and low, and a fist-sized lighting lamp is hung every four or five steps from the cabin roof. The dim light against the mottled rust is as hazy as a mist.

From time to time, there are weird sounds, rustling whispers in the ear, and there seem to be black shadows on the water outside the porthole. When Kuangcheng intends to observe carefully, there is nothing, as if The delusion of his old eyesight.

Weird and depressing.

This narrow and low cabin seems to have no end. Su Che has been walking for a long time, but the white figure is still hovering not far from Su Che. Whenever Su Che quickens his pace, the speed of its wandering becomes faster. , whenever Su Che slowed down, it even stood still for a while.

It seems to want Su Che and the two to lead to the surface of the water.

At this time, not only Su Che, but also Kuang Cheng who came after him also noticed this weird scene, and said in a low voice, "President, it seems to be deliberately leading us out of the ballroom!"

"Old K, you just found out?" Su Che stared at the white figure intently, "There are not only ghosts on this ghost ship, but also a group of lunatics, this is their territory!"

"Crazy?" Kuang Cheng subconsciously thought of the woman who was tied up by Su Che on the 714 bus. She exuded a strong burnt smell, and her pupils entangled with crazy emotions shrunk to the size of pinheads, which made him daunting.

After thinking for a while, Kuang Cheng asked in a low voice, "Is that woman on the bus with the lunatic on the boat?"

On the night of solving the red-clothed ghost on the 714 bus, the three members of the Ghost Story Association left early, so they did not know the identity of the woman who was exuding a burnt smell.

It wasn't until the night when I took the No. 714 bus to Yangping that I learned some information from the murmurs of the woman who smelled burnt all over her body.

"The woman on the bus exuding a burnt smell is called Bai Jing, and she is closely related to another man code-named Hermit. Oh, by the way, Granny Meng who committed suicide in Ghost Harbor is also one of them. The name seems to be...Tarot Club, it feels like a second grader, and it doesn’t sound strange to talk about the association!”

Su Che stopped, "I suspect that this ghost ship was created by those lunatics."

"The ghost ship with the red clothes and countless ghosts is a man-made supernatural event?" Kuang Cheng took a breath, and said dully, "This group of people is too crazy, too scary."

"Compared to this group of lunatics, our Ghost Story Association is as harmless as a little white rabbit. After all, we only broadcast ghost stories in the middle of the night to scare people!" Kuang Cheng came back to his senses and said seriously.

Su Che said solemnly to Kuang Cheng, "So we got on the ghost ship Jianghai No. 422 this time, just to catch all these lunatics. Old K, do you have confidence?"

"..." Kuang Cheng was silent suddenly, "I feel that this operation is very dangerous."

"Then about the salary increase..." Su Che said lightly.