No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Soon, the shadow of a little girl hanging in mid-air by a rope from top to bottom was reflected on the wall of the ward, and the fair and beautiful faces of the twin girls instantly became distorted and hideous. They looked up at Su Che and murmured unconsciously, "Daddy!" Brother, can you come in and play with us?"

"Principal Yu, they are so cute. If I punch them, they will cry for a long time, right?"

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After several practice sessions, An Donglin's post-traumatic stress disorder, Wu Liang's ghost port syndrome, the pale-faced female ghost's paranoia of treating other people's children as her own, and the hand and foot deformity of the hanged man were cured one after another. strange disease...

Of course, Su Che has a lot of experience in treating mental illness.

Hearing Su Che's words, Dean Yu was full of question marks.

Before he could react, a gust of wind blew past him, and he heard a roaring gunshot.

In the flames, the shadow of the little girl hanging in mid-air by ropes reflected on the wall of the ward trembled violently, and a hot bullet was buried on the wall of the ward.

"Doctor Su, aren't you a doctor? Where did you get the pistol?" Dean Yu was a little confused. He had been a psychiatrist for decades, and it was the first time he saw a psychiatrist as fierce as Su Che.

As Su Che walked forward, he said calmly, "Is there any rule that says that psychiatrists cannot be equipped with guns to treat diseases? I don't know if you have heard a sentence, Dean Yu?"

"What?" Dean Yu still hadn't recovered from his bewilderment.

Su Che tilted his head and smiled, "I can't cure a mental illness, can I not cure a mental illness?"

At this moment, Dean Yu only felt the pain in his teeth. Did this doctor Su from Ward No. [-] have some misunderstandings about the treatment of psychiatrists?

Su Che clenched Professor Yang's pointer in his hand, and a blazing blue arc spread out, making a buzzing sound.

The blazing blue electric arcs that collided and shattered spread in the air, weaving into a large net composed of fine electric arcs. The twin girls with fair-skinned twisted faces shivered in fear, and the shadow of the little girl trembling violently on the wall of the ward reappeared strangely. Variety.

A crooked body, stained clothes, a bloodless and pale face, and a slightly open mouth that seemed to be murmuring someone's name in a low voice.

The little girl showed deep vicious emotions, and its body seemed to grow out of the wall.

His eyes lingered on the little girl who appeared on the wall of the ward, and Su Che did not stop walking. The blazing blue electric arc flickering from Professor Yang's pointer in his hand accumulated energy and became brighter and brighter.

As Su Che kept approaching, the little girl on the wall of the ward struggled frantically, but the bullet that sank deep into the wall of the ward was like a spike, nailing the little girl to the wall of the ward, a pair of short gray-white arms grabbed the air, 109 The door of Ward No. [-] swung back and forth, making a creaking sound.

A chilly breath rushed towards the face, and in Dean Yu's sight, Su Che's white coat shoulders had at some point put two gray and white short arms on the shoulders.

"Doctor Su, there is something on your shoulder!" Dean Yu reminded him hissingly.

Su Che didn't say a word, the energy accumulated by Professor Yang exploded violently, and the whistling blazing blue arc buzzed with the sound of thousands of birds singing.

The blazing blue electric arcs erupting from the silver-white metal tip of Professor Yang's teaching whip continued to output, and they staggered forward in mid-air, like a long knife completely made of interlaced electric arcs, slashing fiercely at the little girl who was sunk deep in the wall of the ward body.

A piercing female voice could be heard faintly screaming, and Dean Yu could clearly see that the two gray and white short arms that climbed onto the shoulders of Su Che's white coat were covered with scorched black marks as if they had been split by high-voltage electricity.

The cold feeling on the shoulders dissipated in an instant, and the little girl on the ward wall looked at Su Che with more vicious eyes, and a pair of gray and white vicious arms appeared from behind Su Che, as if trying to push him towards the ward wall.

What was even more sinister was that the twin girls who were hugging each other and curled up in the corner of the ward also climbed up from the ground, their ferocious and distorted faces became dull, and the viciousness in their eyes was no different from the little girl on the wall of the ward.

"I'm here to help you treat your illnesses, and the doctors won't make trouble!" Su Che shook his head and sighed.

If it were any other psychiatrist, he might be intimidated by the little girl on the wall of the ward and the girl with twins in front of him, but it was a pity that it ran into Su Che.

Dr. Su is determined to cure all mentally ill patients in Ward No. [-].

Bang!

"Left hook, right hook!"

He punched a girl with twins, and then Su Che drew out his gun and shot, aiming at the little girl whose whole body was burnt by the blazing blue electric arc on the wall of the ward, and emptied the entire magazine.

The white walls of the ward were covered with traces of electrocution and gunshot wounds. Su Che didn't stop until the little girl who was tied up and hung in mid-air disappeared completely.

"Huh." Su Che exhaled foul breath, looked at Dean Yu and said, "It's done, this patient has been cured, Dean Yu, let's continue to treat other patients in Sick Building No. [-]!"

Dean Yu: "..."

He was silent for a long time, opened and closed his mouth a few times before speaking, "Dr. Su, are you sure you are a psychiatrist, not an orthopedic doctor?"

"I specialize in treating mentally ill patients!" Su Che said with a straight face as the twin girl in a hospital gown was knocked unconscious by the hammer.

What else can Dean Yu say? Even the ghosts that appeared behind Su Che could not stop him from treating mentally deranged patients. He seemed to understand why Dr. Su in the No. How dare a ghost provoke this evil star?

"Well, Dr. Su, you really cured their mental illness?" Dean Yu was still trying to struggle.

Su Che threw the twin girls who had been knocked unconscious to the hospital bed, "If it's true, how can someone from me, Su, not be able to cure their mental illness! Huang Jian and Zhao Yue, are you right?"

"Yes, yes, what you said is correct, I have no objection!" Facing Su Che, who was more energetic than himself, Huang Jian dared to sing a different tune, and stood outside the door of ward 109 and said repeatedly.

Zhao Yue was still immersed in the fear brought about by the bloody wound behind Dean Yu and did not speak.

And the starving ghost parasitic in Fatty Qian's abdominal cavity is already very hungry and thirsty!

The acid water flowing back from his stomach lingered in Fatty Qian's throat, and the ghosts that appeared in front of him one after another did not give him a bite to eat. He immediately turned his eyes like a hungry wolf to the old man asking for directions wriggling in the dark corridor.

Gaba Gaba.

An eerie chewing sound echoed in the darkness.

At the same time, in the Xicheng Criminal Police Detachment of Jiangcheng City, members of the Fifth Division of Dongjiang Guoan Special Service who had withdrawn from the Third People's Hospital had already used this place as a temporary office.

"Captain Zhou, the results of the test on the composition of the bullets donated by Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen, have come out." A member of the Special Service Division [-] wearing the vest of the Xicheng Criminal Police Detachment whispered in Zhou Tan's ear.

Zhou Tan stopped what he was doing, his ghost eyes covered by dark blindfolds were still a little itchy, since the last time he looked directly at the shining paper lanterns in the ghosts in Chengnan High-tech Park, his eyes that had turned into ghost eyes The eye doesn't know what's going on, and it often emits an itching like a wound healing.

"Since the ingredients have been tested, how is the imitation work going? We will soon cut off the Lanjiang River, and then the things under the Lanjiang Bridge will be completely exposed. After ten years of precipitation, no one knows What is the situation, if the bullet is imitated fast enough, it may be able to provide a lot of help to the Brothers of the Sixth Secret Service who set off first!"

As soon as Zhou Tan finished speaking, he heard a rush of footsteps outside the door, and the news that came later made Zhou Tan clenched his fists.

"Captain Zhou, something happened in Qingshan Mental Hospital!"

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The spooky and haunted rumors that spread in Jiangcheng a few days ago seem to have come to an end with the resumption of work of the Third People's Hospital, so that many people in Jiangcheng still have just begun their nightlife in the middle of the night.

Xu Hai was driving a taxi on the road. It was his turn for the day shift today, and he should have gotten off work. However, he did not expect that the taxi driver in charge of the night shift would ask for leave. After the break, he went on to work on the front line of the taxi night shift.

The night is as quiet as water.

While driving, Xu Hai was bragging with the friends in Jiangcheng's old driver exchange group. After all, the night shift was too boring, and he would fall asleep soon after talking to no one.

"The Jiangcheng Ghost Talk Radio seems to be on the air again tonight. Does anyone who listens know what ghost story is being told tonight?"

"What? The ghost talk radio station is rebroadcasting tonight? @吴大姐, tell me the ghost story about the ghost talk association again!"

"Having said that, have you noticed that there have been fewer new supernatural ghost stories shared by night bus drivers recently? Have everyone's creativity dried up?"

"Big Sister Wu has transferred to the day shift, so I'm afraid she has already rested by now!"

"I listened to a piece of Jiangcheng Weird Talk radio station tonight. It seemed that there was another broadcast accident when they just started, and they hurriedly downloaded it. I have to say that the voice of Jiangcheng Weird Talk Radio host Xiao Tiantian is really nice. She must have grown up. It's beautiful!"

"Don't make me laugh, but anyone who has seen Brother Long's tragic experience knows that Xiao Tiantian is known as a tiger tank. Brother Long is a tall and strong man, and his whole body is paralyzed after being hit by the Xiao Tiantian tank. .”

"You fart, Tank Tiantian is not the same person as the host of the Ghost Story Association, Xiaotiantian!"

"..."

Xu Hai looked at the two people in the old driver's exchange group who were arguing about whether Xiao Tiantian was Xiao Tiantian, coughed a few times, and tried to persuade him, "Calm down, Long Wenhua, that little bastard!" Duzi is acting in a script, he used to take my Lao Xu’s taxi before, my old Xu is very clear about these things, so please stop arguing!”

"Everyone take the night bus at night and tell ghost stories to refresh your mind, but don't get caught up in it. How can there be ghosts in this world! You saw that the little nonsense was amazing last time, and he was a mental patient with a murder weapon and a fruit knife ready to kill him. It’s the ghost asking for directions on the nameless alley again, didn’t many people in the group rush over to rescue Xiaohu that night? Did the mental patients see it? Did the ghost asking for directions come across it?”

"Old Xu, don't believe in evil, I really met a wicked young man, I still can't recall what he looked like, and the police took me to make a record! And... ..you may not believe it, but it was raining the day I left the day shift some time ago, and I really seemed to see that ghost bus on the side of the road!" The person who spoke was a person named Lao Zhu who had already transferred to the day shift.

Xu Hai smiled disapprovingly, "The non-existent guest, I know, maybe the young man in your car committed some crimes, as for you can't remember what he looks like, it's easier to explain, old man Zhu, you have prosopagnosia and the face of the public! As for that ghost bus... Old Zhu, are you sure?"

Lao Zhu’s voice, which has been transferred to the day shift, is a little uncertain, “I can see very clearly that the face of the driver in the driver’s seat of the ghost bus has been soaked in water. Eyeballs! But when I drove the car over and looked back, the ghost bus disappeared!"

"Look, it's nothing if you say it." Xu Hai chuckled, "To be honest, my old Xu has been telling ghost stories to solicit customers for so many years, but I haven't encountered a ghost once. How come you have so many weird experience?"

This voice has been sent out for a long time, but there is no reply. Xu Hai looks at the phone screen from time to time, muttering in confusion, "It's strange, why everyone is silent, did I say something wrong?"

After a few minutes, no one in the old driver's exchange group replied to his words. At this time, Xu Hai's heart couldn't help but thumped, and his heart was a little hairy.

After carefully scanning the phone screen a few times, he was relieved when he saw the no signal icon on the top of the phone.

"It really scares people to death. I scare myself when I have nothing to do. It turns out that the mobile phone has no signal. I thought it was haunted!" Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, Xu Hai stepped on the accelerator of the taxi, wanting to pass through this place quickly. section of road with no signal.

A few minutes later, the signal icon at the top of the phone screen still showed no signal. Xu Hai frowned, realizing that the matter was not simple.

"I've been driving one or two kilometers away, how could there be no signal yet, it's unscientific!"

Xu Hai's complexion was getting worse and worse, the palms holding the steering wheel were sweating, the vest was wet, and the beating heart in his chest hung instantly.

"Could it be that you really hit a ghost? It can't be so unlucky! Let you have a crow's mouth! Let you have a crow's mouth!" Full of remorse, he stretched out his right hand and slapped himself twice on the mouth. Scan both sides of the road.

After a period of observation, Xu Hai really found out that something was wrong, no matter whether he was driving faster or slower.

At the left front of his taxi, there is always a figure of a man walking by the side of the road unhurriedly.

At this time, Xu Hai was completely panicked. He pressed the alarm button under the steering wheel like crazy, but it didn't work at all.

Moreover, the figure of the man walking in front of his taxi on the left seemed to slow down, slowly leveling with the window of his taxi.

The moment he saw the face of a man walking by the side of the road, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck Xu Hai's head, waking up his panicked brain with a bang.

The palms and back were quickly soaked in cold sweat, Xu Hai struggled to smooth his heart that was about to jump out of his chest, and said in a voiceless voice, "How could it be you?"

The man walking on the side of the road at the same level as the car window slowly turned his head, a face that made Xu Hai feel extremely familiar and terrified, silently approaching the window of the car that was moving at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour.

The clothes on the man's body were barely tidy, but the trouser legs and shoes on his lower body were worn out. Through the severely worn uppers, Xu Hai could see his blood-bubbled feet, the freshly flowing blood and the already stained feet. Blood scabs stained black by the mud were mixed together, and the deformed leg bones pierced through the muscles and exposed the skin, which was white.

"Xiao Hu, didn't you go back to your hometown? Why are you still staying in Jiangcheng?" Xu Hai was frightened, and opened his mouth to the face stuck outside the car window with cold sweat streaming down his face.

The expressionless Xiao Hu pressed his whole face against the car window, and his cold voice reached Xu Hai's ears without any hindrance, "How do I get to Majia Lane?"

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Xu Hai's entire face became stiff. He looked at Xiao Hu's face that was pressed against the window glass. It was pale and bloodless, and the black blood vessels extended along the temples and entered the pupils. It doesn't even look like a living person.

It was pitch black outside the car, and it was so quiet that it made people feel a little creepy. Xiao Hu's face was getting closer and closer, and the whole pale face seemed to cover half of the car window like a puddle of mud.

boom! boom! boom!

The car window was knocked, Xiao Hu stared at Xu Hai with eyes full of black blood vessels on his face like a puddle of mud, and the coldness enveloped the entire taxi compartment.

"How to get to Majia Lane?"

As Xiao Hu repeatedly asked for directions, Xu Hai fell into an ice cave.

His palms were already completely drenched in cold sweat, looking at the mud-like face on the car window, Xu Hai's heart was beating wildly, and he even felt out of breath.