No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

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Ye Bin really didn't know what language to use to describe everything that was happening before his eyes.

Watching Su Che with numbing scalp pour the rotten and stinky dishes into the corpse king's belly, the black air spouted from its mouth made Ye Bin's back swish, and his beating heart couldn't help but twitch stand up.

Ye Bin gritted his teeth, because his own life was at stake, the ruthlessness in his heart was aroused, he picked up the chopsticks and sent a large piece of braised fish fillet to the corpse king's mouth.

"Stable brother!" Su Che praised Ye Bin.

As a large number of rotten and smelly dishes entered the corpse king's stomach, its shriveled and gray abdomen swelled up to a degree visible to the naked eye.

"Whoa...wow..."

Such a powerful stimulus even the corpse king, who is not a taboo of meat and vegetables, had a strong reaction. The belly bulging like a pregnant woman in October became more and more towering, and there was a low whimpering sound as it rolled.

"Here we come!" Su Che's voice appeared next to Ye Bin's ear, Ye Bin's hands trembled in shock, and the chopsticks in his hand fell into the black lacquered coffin.

Turning his head to look at Su Che, Ye Bin suddenly saw a crumpled plastic wrap pulled out from Su Che's hand at some point, covering the corpse king's mouth gushing black air.

At this time, the stagnant cold and gloomy feeling in the room floated again, and the weird evil spirit watching Ye Bin seemed to have shifted its target and went straight to the corpse king.

And the corpse king, who was nailed to death in the black lacquered coffin by Su Che using coffin nails and blood-colored steel wires, obviously also felt the strange evil spirit of the diverted target, and the rancid corpse gas escaped and permeated the black lacquered coffin.

Bang!

The uncovered coffin board was snapped shut, and the water droplets condensed on the floor tiles in the room, the rotten smell filling the room, and the sound of bare feet stepping on the floor stopped abruptly at this moment.

On the contrary, the black lacquered coffin whose panels were slammed shut by Su Che began to vibrate violently. The heavy black lacquered coffin undulated on the tile floor, and the coffin fungus that burrowed into the tile crack disappeared strangely.

After a long time, when the pale coffin fungus under the black-lacquered coffin appeared again, the black-lacquered coffin, which was undulating and vibrating violently, gradually returned to dead silence.

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The system's emotional notification echoed in Su Che's mind. He shrugged to Ye Bin and said, "It seems that this ghost is fierce, and was taken care of by the corpse king!"

Ye Bin almost knelt down to Su Che, he hesitated for a while, then looked at the dishes in his hands that still had a strong smell, and even had an inexplicable feeling, "Is this the way to solve it?"

"The ghost that entangled you has been dealt with, but whether it is completely eradicated or not, I have to go to the supernatural post on Fishing Bar to draw a conclusion!" The black book appeared in Su Che's hand, faintly Black mist emerged from the yellowed paper of the black book, and soon engulfed the black lacquered coffin where the corpse king lay.

Glancing at the bloodshot faintly emerging from the yellowed paper of the black book, Su Che secretly sighed, the time for Han Jinlin, who was trapped in the world of ghost stories by Mr. H, to recover is getting closer.

Ye Bin watched all the strange movements in the room disappear, and his heart was finally relieved. However, he soon remembered that besides being entangled by the strange evil spirits of the fishing bar, he seemed to have also provoked the drowning ghosts of Lanjiang.

"Brother Zhou Tan, and those drowned ghosts in Lanjiang!" Ye Bin said weakly.

Su Che was a little surprised, but soon recalled that when he went ashore, Ye Bin was entangled by the drowned ghost of Lanjiang, and asked him to lead the way to the grave village.

He pondered for a moment, then waved his hands and said, "It's all right, as long as you don't go fishing at night, the drowned ghost can still go ashore to trouble you, can't it?"

"But you didn't say that at the beginning!" Ye Bin's face turned bitter, and he murmured, "Don't let me fish, it will kill me!"

As a senior fisherman, if he doesn't fish for a day, Ye Bin feels as if there are ants crawling on his body, and he feels uncomfortable all over.

However, recalling all the strange things he has experienced since Lanjiang night fishing, Ye Bin could only sigh deeply, "I won't fish anymore, this time I really won't go fishing at night anymore, if I go night fishing again, I'll be a dog!"

......

After getting rid of the weird and evil spirits that entangled Ye Bin, and repeatedly inspecting his home, he was asked to cook a few more fish-based dishes, and after confirming that the dishes would not turn sour and stinky strangely, Only then did Su Che and the members of the Ghost Story Association leave Ye Bin's house.

After searching for a long time, he couldn't find a car to go to Yundingshan Hot Spring Hotel, so Su Che had to charter a tourist bus to go to Yundingshan Hot Spring Hotel.

At first, the bus driver saw the strange appearance of the members of the Ghost Story Association around Su Che, and refused to carry passengers for a while, until Su Che said that these people were members of the Ghost Story Lovers Association of Jiangcheng Ghost Story Radio Station, and they came to Nanhe County for group building tours. The bus driver let Su Che and others get on the bus with suspicion.

After getting on the bus, the bus driver cheerfully pocketed the full amount that Su Che paid him, and said cheerfully, "It doesn't matter whether it's money or not. Uncle, I mainly see you tourists traveling all the way to Congjiang City." It’s not easy to come to Nanhe, as Nanhe people, we can’t disappoint the tourists who come here because of the name!”

"By the way, uncle driver, do you know any horror stories with real backgrounds here in Nanhe? The more real and scarier the better!" Su Che smiled nonchalantly, and began to ask the bus driver.

Driving the bus through the streets, the driver of the bus thought hard for a while before he said with some uncertainty, "Fenzhai Village..."

"We've already inquired about this, and we went to the graveyard village yesterday for a field trip, and it's just so-so, not too scary." Su Che quickly stopped, and continued to ask the bus driver, "Apart from the weird talk about the graveyard village, Any other urban ghost stories?"

"Except for Grave Village..." The bus driver was silent for a while, then said quietly, "The only thing worth talking about is the life-buying money that caused a lot of trouble a few years ago..."

Buy life money!

Everyone in the Ghost Story Association immediately became vigilant, and Su Che said with great interest, "Life money? It's interesting, uncle driver, keep talking!"

"Speaking of this is quite evil, if you want to hear it, I can tell you about it." The bus driver paused, and then said, "About five years ago, there was a rumor about buying life in Nanhe River. Horror legends, the source of the story is no longer known.”

The bus driver narrated the urban strange talk about buying his life for money.

One day five years ago, someone accidentally picked up blood-stained paper money, and the urban ghost stories about the money for life gradually spread quietly. However, in the end, the bus driver knew the origin of the money for life. Unknown, just know that there is this thing.

The bus driver was still rambling on, but Su Che's mind was far away, until Long Wenhua's loud shout woke Su Che up instantly, "Woman, that strange woman is by the side of the road!"

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Putting down the tablet in his hand, Chen Ruiguang pinched his swollen temples.

After enduring the penetrating injury of the severe shoulder pain and dealing with the finishing work of the ghost's night attack on the Xicheng Criminal Police Detachment, three full days have passed.

Three days!

Do you know how Chen Ruiguang spent these three days?

do you know?

He is watching supernatural videos of Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen, every day!

As the only unlucky person who was honorably injured in the supernatural incident of the red-clothed ghost attacking on the 714 bus, Zhao Tailai was sent to the emergency room early due to severe blood loss, and was finally rescued. He was living in the same ward with Chen Ruiguang.

Idle is also idle, Zhao Tailai dragged his pale face and disabled arms, watching the tablet computer screen in Chen Ruiguang's hand from a distance.

"Long Wenhua really didn't have a single word of truth in his mouth. He told me that he didn't know Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen. Instead, he followed him into Yangping Ghost Harbor and boarded the notorious ghost ship. "Zhao Tailai hated Long Wenhua so much.

Chen Ruiguang stopped kneading his temples, and his expression was indescribably strange, "To be honest, Comrade Zhao, I think Long Wenhua really doesn't know the true identity of Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen. I have detained him once before you He didn't reveal any useful information after being bombarded by me for [-] hours. For this kind of person, either he has received extremely cruel professional spy training, or he really doesn't know anything about what you want to ask. "

"I think Long Wenhua is in the second case." Chen Ruiguang said his conclusion after a pause.

Zhao Tailai withdrew his gaze from the tablet in Chen Ruiguang's hand, raised his head with an ugly smile on his face, shook his head and said, "That being said, Long Wenhua is a fucking talent, no matter how terrifying and supernatural Events befall him with jaw-dropping comedy!"

"Our burial institutions are short of such talents!" After Zhao Tailai finished this sentence, after a moment of silence, he whispered in a voice that only he could hear, "Vigil for the living, bury supernatural events... .There are fewer and fewer old faces in the bureau. It's not a problem to continue like this. It's time to make a change..."

Zhao Tailai muttered silently to himself, but Chen Ruiguang answered the phone. It was the short-haired policewoman who Chen Ruiguang asked her to watch the update progress of the supernatural forum video. Her voice was a little excited, "Chen Tou, the enthusiastic citizen has updated the video again!"

Quickly picking up the tablet that he put down just now, Chen Ruiguang skillfully found the supernatural forum where the video was uploaded, and flipped through the posts at a glance.

Soon, a user name named 'Nobody understands the supernatural number 4 better than me' and the high popularity of top posts came into Chen Ruiguang's attention.

"Captain Chen? What's the matter, so urgent?" Zhao Tailai got up from the hospital bed, walked to Chen Ruiguang and asked curiously.

Chen Ruiguang answered Zhao Tailai's question while clicking on the post, "Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen, has updated the video again!"

As soon as you enter the post, it will be the replies to the top posts of sand sculpture netizens.

"It is well known that a hand grenade is equal to an atomic bomb dropped by hand."

"Fishing is strictly prohibited in the reservoir area!"

"What a quick butcher's knife, what a ruthless coffin nail! These two sentences are really cool. If I didn't know it was said by a ghost, I would have thought it was a line from a martial arts novel!"

"Damn it, a dead body is worth [-] oceans these days. I have a bold idea."

"Bold idea? Sorry, I have an immature suggestion, can you tell me your address? You made money selling the corpse, and I got a bonus for exposing and reporting you. What is this called? This is a win-win situation! Who are we No loss!"

"Hey, economics has picked up a ghost. I met you two talented people. According to your theory, there is an infinite cycle of stealing corpses for money and exposing and reporting. Wouldn't it be possible to become the world's richest man soon? There are you in a small supernatural forum! The two crouching dragons and phoenix chicks, the old man feels ashamed."

"Why are you all focusing on strange things? Am I the only one who is counting how many female ghosts King Bi has entangled? I seriously suspect that King Bi wants to be the modern Ning Caichen!"

"Shut up! Others have tried, but I am the only one who succeeded. Come and fencing with me."

"Brother Long: Dead ghost, don't!"

"Brother Long is dead, now is Brother Cheng's time!"

"..."

According to the past practice, Chen Ruiguang clicked directly to see only the poster, and blocked the happy comments of these sand sculpture netizens.

Four videos appeared in Chen Ruiguang's line of sight, and he couldn't help but sigh, "Good guy, Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen, treats bumping ghosts like water and food!"

"Captain Chen, do you think it's nonsense for the ghosts in Jiangcheng to carry coffin boards and escape overnight? As far as I know, since the appearance of Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen, almost all the supernatural events that have been put on the table in Jiangcheng have been covered by him alone! "Zhao Tailai was not feeling well, and always had the illusion that he was about to lose his job.

"Watch the video, watch the video." The piercing wound on Chen Ruiguang's shoulder convulsed, and his brows were wrinkled in pain.

Clicking on the first video, what Chen Ruiguang saw was the inside of a rusty bus. Such a familiar feeling almost instantly let Chen Ruiguang know that the video of the inside of this rusty bus was the ghost in red The 714 bus that attacked the supernatural event.

The parties involved in this kind of supernatural event watched their nesting doll experience experiencing supernatural events from a third perspective, and there was an indescribable subtlety.

So Chen Ruiguang turned off this video and clicked on the second video.

The Jiangcheng funeral parlor under the pale street lights came into view. As the video played, Chen Ruiguang finally understood what sand sculpture netizens said about a dead body sold for [-] yuan, and a reward of [-] yuan for reporting. What the hell is going on.

"Grandma Meng? Laundry Lane?" Chen Ruiguang frowned and repeated the two nouns before opening the third video.

In a dark room, the young man's fingers are wrapped with a red thread as he faces two lit white candles. As time goes by, the colors of the two white candles are turning red strangely, and the faintly visible word '囍' emerges in the pan. On the white candle with a red tide, the green flames, the red wedding dress...

This video is filled with a strange and terrifying color from beginning to end. Of course, this is based on the premise that there is no sound in the video. If Chen Ruiguang heard what Su Che said at that time, he might spit out a mouthful of old blood.

At the end of the video, Zhao Tailai's expression was extremely solemn, "The red-clothed ghost, another red-clothed ghost! This Mr. Su won't provoke all the red-clothed ghosts in Jiangcheng, right?"

Open the fourth video, in just five seconds, the flames soaring into the sky, the strong shock wave generated by the explosion swept across, the mushroom cloud rising into the sky was extremely dazzling, and the terrified and helpless expressions of those ghost faces in the water that were blown up made people feel ashamed. People not only feel eerie and scary, but also have an inexplicable urge to laugh.

"The mushroom cloud has come out, did Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen, steal a tactical nuclear weapon somewhere?" Chen Ruiguang was dumbfounded, not daring to believe it.

You know, Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen, has a criminal record. He didn't know where to get the ID of Dongjiang Guoan Zhou Detective, so he dared to pretend to be a member of the Guoan Special Service Team in front of Chen Ruiguang, the tiger of Jiangcheng's serious crime team, and let him hide it. Successfully escaped!

Thinking about it this way, it is not so unacceptable for enthusiastic citizens to create a detonator that can detonate a mushroom cloud.

Chen Ruiguang and Zhao Tailai looked at each other.

At this moment, a piece of news that popped up on the tablet suddenly attracted their full attention.

"At 10:16 in the morning, there was an accident on the Shihezi Bridge. A car lost control and hit the bridge, causing a series of car accidents. So far, the car accident has caused 4 fatalities, 6 serious injuries, and 17 minor injuries. Jiangcheng Times reports in real time Do you pay attention to the latest developments of the Shihezi Bridge accident?

At the same time, Zhou Tan's voice came from the communicator in Zhao Tailai's ear, "File number: SQ-2010-11-A, code name: Pendulum Clock of Death. The file has been transferred to your database, the one under the River Lane Bridge The ghost is about to break free from the blockade, and the operation is tentatively scheduled to start on August 8th, we are blocking the upper reaches of the Lanjiang River, exposing all the things at the bottom of the Lanjiang River, so that we can move more easily!"

After a moment of silence, Zhou Tan's tone showed a kind of heroism, "We didn't deal with this matter ten years ago, which caused it to be left in Jiangcheng for ten years. It's time to put an end to the unfinished business of that year!"

A few traces of abnormal flush appeared on Zhao Tailai's pale and bloodless face, "Our Secret Service [-] will be ready to arrive on time and help you clean up the obstacles...the rest...just please You guys..."

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When Long Wenhua yelled, the woman who was walking on the side of the road seemed to feel Long Wenhua's gaze. His walking speed gradually slowed down. That car window.