No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

But as soon as he raised his head, through the faint light of the candle in Dean Yu's hand in front of him, he immediately saw not only Huang Jian, but even Zhao Yue, who was not far from him, had a considerable distance from him.

The cold air blowing from the back of his neck did not weaken at all, but became more and more piercing. His brain, tortured by hunger, woke up instantly, and a terrifying thought rose from the bottom of his heart, "They are all in front, so who is blowing behind me? "

Fatty Qian's voice immediately attracted the attention of the three people in front. Qi Ping and Zhao Yue turned their heads, their hearts trembled, their hands and feet were cold, and they squeezed out a sentence, "Behind... there is something behind you... ..."

"Brother, don't be afraid, there is just a big hole in the throat standing behind you, the blood is bleeding from the whole body, it looks like a mummy, it's not very scary!" Huang Jian said this .

Fatty Qian swallowed, and the petunia flower bud in his hand slowly pointed at himself, the hunger from the starving ghost in his abdominal cavity was extremely strong, "I wasn't too scared at first, but what you said made me nervous instantly. okay?"

"Mummy?" Fatty Qian turned his head and saw a person in a hospital gown lying on his back. The face with his mouth open to the extreme contained the fear he experienced at the last moment before he died. Mood swings, leaving only pure malice, staring at himself with a terrifying expression.

Seeing the extremely open mouth of the mummy wearing a hospital gown on the back, the hunger that erodes Qian Fatty's nerves all the time can no longer be tolerated, and the slightly protruding abdomen seems to transmit the frequency of fetal movement, and the irrational hunger swallows him. Fatty Qian's brain said, "Hungry, I'm so hungry!"

A tragic shout echoed in the corridor, and the continuous sound of gnawing and chewing was transmitted to everyone's ears. The faces of Qi Ping and Zhao Yue turned pale instantly. They never thought that there was someone like Fatty Qian hidden in their team metamorphosis.

vomit!

Qi Ping and Zhao Yue, who had already vomited out their stomachs when they saw the bloody and terrifying scene in the guard room of No. retching.

After a long time, the entire mummy with a large hole in its throat was eaten up by the starving ghost parasitic in Fatty Qian's abdomen, and his brain, which was filled with irrational hunger, came back to consciousness.

The slightly full stomach immediately made Fatty Qian realize what the parasitic starving ghost in his abdominal cavity had done just now, and a very disgusted expression appeared on his thin face.

"It seems that most of the ghosts in Ward No. [-] can't pose a threat to the starving ghosts parasitic in your abdominal cavity. You, Fatty Qian, stay in the rear!" Su Che looked away from Fatty Qian, and entered following Dean Yu's footsteps. Go to the second floor of Ward Building No. [-].

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The second floor of Ward No. [-] is darker than the first floor. Walking up the steps to the second floor of Ward No. [-], Su Che's eyelids twitched slightly, and he subconsciously grasped Professor Yang's pointer in his hand.

Although Dean Yu was leading the way, Su Che did not slack off. After Dean Yu's rough narration, Su Che figured out the past of Sick Building No. [-].

But many new doubts appeared in front of his eyes. With the level of protection in Ward 106, it was impossible for the crazy members of the corpse-eating cult to open the heavy iron door with empty hands and no tools.

Walking out of Ward 106 earlier, when Su Che looked back, he saw that there were many potholes on the outer side of the heavy iron door of Ward 106, which was almost the same as breaking the latch of the kick door leading to the second floor of Ward [-]. The traces are consistent.

In this way, Su Che guessed that it was very likely that someone broke open the heavy iron door of Ward 106, and then broke open the lock leading to the iron door on the second floor of Ward No. The second floor of Ward Building No. [-].

Immediately afterwards, there was the desolate scream of the crazy cultist of the corpse-eating cult.

Dean Yu couldn't hear him, and only people like Su Che who came from outside No. [-] ward could hear his screams.

There are various indications that someone arrived at the No. [-] ward before Su Che and the others entered the No. [-] ward. This person who smashed the door and released the crazy believers of the corpse-eating cult may have been lurking in the hospital even before Dean Yu died. In No. [-] sick building.

"No wonder Dean Yu has accidents without warning in No. [-] ward..." The more Su Che thought about it, the more excited he became.

The windows of the corridor on the second floor of the No. 204 ward were nailed to death with wooden strips. The candle in Dean Yu’s hand burned brighter and brighter, illuminating a large space. The front stretches, and finally stops abruptly in front of No. [-] ward.

"Something happened, something happened!" Dean Yu's voice was more anxious than before, and he didn't stop after entering the second floor, he just followed the warm blood on the ground and stopped at the open door of No. 204 ward forward.

Dean Yu was stunned, his body even trembled, and new blood oozes from his bloody back.

The candle held in his hand was burning at an astonishing speed. In just a few breaths, the candle in Dean Yu's hand burned two-thirds of its length.

Su Che, who was walking quickly, slapped Dean Yu's shoulder with a slap, waking up the stunned Dean Yu. He burned two-thirds of the length of the candle in his hand to stop the momentum of burning out.

The dimmed candle light illuminated the dark room 204. A steaming corpse was half kneeling on the ground, with its hands stretched forward, as if embracing something. Instead of smearing the painting with blood, the rotting corpse made exactly the same movements.

The throat of the corpse was cut open with a sharp weapon, and the hot blood sprayed from the main artery covered the entire wall, but only in front of the opened door of Ward 204... there was only a small amount of blood stained on the ground.. ....

This corpse in a strange posture is the cadaver cult member who escaped from Ward 106. He has a strange expression on his face. Long, even Su Che and others will come here.

The people behind Su Che came one after another and packed the small corridor to the brim. Qi Ping took a deep breath, "Dean Yu, he, he, he..."

Dean Yu's bloody back was reflected in his eyes, so that the words that Qi Ping had already spoken suddenly stopped.

Qi Ping was scared out of his wits, the Dean Yu who was talking to him just now was a dead person, he dared not look at Dean Yu again.

Fortunately, Dean Yu's condition is very bad, and he didn't pay much attention to Qi Ping, whose face changed drastically. On the contrary, Huang Jian, who is mentally ill, looked at the corpses of the crazy believers of the corpse cult with pity. It's a pity that you died when your head was hammered."

When two-thirds of the candle he held was burned, Dean Yu's facial expression became dull at a speed visible to the naked eye. The things that belonged to the living were quickly passing away from him, and the parts that belonged to the dead were quickly occupying his body.

"Dean Yu, are you okay?" Su Che said in a low voice beside Dean Yu.

After a while, Dean Yu replied with a dull look, "It's okay."

The candle flame flickered a few times, then burned down a little.

Su Che stared deeply at the candle in Dean Yu's hand, his face became more serious. As he guessed, there were other people sneaking into Sick Building No. [-] besides them.

Now, the crazy believers of the corpse-eating cult died after he cut off their throats and neck arteries. The scalding blood spattered the entire wall of ward 204, and then placed it in the same way as the mural on the wall of ward 106. The purpose is not simple.

"He wants Dean Yu to become a ghost, and not just an ordinary ghost!" Su Che shifted his gaze from the candle to Dean Yu's dull face, and his thoughts quickly diverged, "To mess with Qingshan Mental Hospital's treatment of him what is the benefit?"

"Most of the troublesome supernatural events in Jiangcheng have now been resolved, leaving only Yongxiang in the private middle school in the south of the city, and... that thing under the Lanjiang Bridge. If you mess up the Qingshan Mental Hospital and create a horror There may be more than one ghost, so it can restrain Dongjiang Guoan who is about to attack the thing under the Lanjiang Bridge as much as possible... In this way, the most likely ones are those lunatics from the Tarot Society ...Oh, by the way, there is also the hermit who was identified as a traitor by the lunatics of the Tarot Society!"

Su Che touched his chin, "Then who is it?"

Bang!

A sudden loud noise woke up Su Che who was thinking. It was the sound of slamming on the iron door. The direction of the sound seemed to be the stairwell not far from Ward 204.

Su Che's speed was very fast, and he released his short-distance sprint skill with all his strength, and he rushed to the stairwell in a blink of an eye.

A burly figure with long hair and shawl, pale and sickly skin, this man's eyes are narrow and long, revealing a crazy look.

He stood in a strange posture, staggering as if he was about to fall at any time, Su Che looked down at his legs, and could see that the kneecap of his left leg seemed to have been severely injured, it was abruptly shorter than his right leg .

tick... tick...

The narrow and cramped stairwell was filled with light mist in an instant, and the man with long hair and shawl licked his dry lips with a pierced tongue. The corners of his mouth were slightly opened, revealing a cruel smile.

"What a beautiful life, is this a gift to welcome me to be reborn?" Narrow eyes squinted at Su Che, a dagger with wet dripping waterdrops inexplicably appeared in the hands of a man with long hair and shawl, his movements were gentle And with some kind of wonderful sense of ritual, "I will break open your chest and abdomen, keep your internal organs in a safe place, and sew them into the plush dolls in the department store on the street. What do you think?"

"Slowly, the children who bought this doll will definitely wonder why this doll is completely different from the previous dolls. The sutures and the completely rotting internal organs appeared in front of their eyes, and the thrilling and fearful emotions are really fascinating, it's simply...it's perfect!" The man with long hair and shawl said to himself.

Su Che took out Professor Yang's pointer from his sleeve, pointed at the man with long hair and shawl in front of him, "Uncle, your hobbies are disgusting, you seem to be seriously ill, why don't I treat you first?"

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Seeing Su Che's unusual reaction and the pointer he suddenly took out, the long-haired man's crazy eyes flickered slightly.

As the rainy night murderer who caused a sensation in Jiangcheng sixteen years ago, he especially enjoyed the terror experienced by the victim before his death. The more the victim screamed and the more scared he was, the more excited he was.

But Su Che's bland reaction made him hesitate for a while, his eyes glanced at the white coat Su Che was wearing, and he murmured to himself, "Are all the doctors in mental hospitals with such strong psychological qualities these days?"

His tongue licked his dry lips, and a fishy-sweet taste swayed in his mouth. He looked at Su Che with all his attention, and vaguely felt an inexplicable dangerous breath on Su Che.

"It's really strange. He's not just an ordinary doctor in a mental hospital. Why does he feel more dangerous to me than those lunatics?" After a short contact, the long-haired man became more and more wary of Su Che.

Noticing that the long-haired man's state had changed, the madness in his eyes had stagnated, and a kind smile appeared on Su Che's face.

The narrow stairwell became more and more humid, and the diffuse mist condensed on the ceiling above the head and dripped down, like a hazy drizzle.

Fatty Qian was entering the No. [-] ward, saying that the starving ghost parasitic in his abdominal cavity found that there were many ghosts in the No. [-] ward. It seemed that he was not lying.

At this moment, Su Che couldn't help thinking about why the people of Dongjiang Guoan locked these extremely dangerous mentally ill patients who were even haunted by ghosts in No. [-] ward.

After all, in Su Che's view, the best solution is to shoot this group of seriously ill mental patients full of blood and debts.

"Uncle, what do you think, do you want me to treat your illness?" The smile on Su Che's face became more and more kind.

But in the eyes of the long-haired man, this was the harbinger of Su Che's imminent attack. Although he couldn't understand why the young psychiatrist in front of him gave him a strong sense of danger, he decided to act first.

There was a hazy drizzle in the stairwell, and the dagger held by the long-haired man suddenly emitted a stench of rotting internal organs. Su Che could hear a woman's screaming and vicious curse coming from the blade of the dagger.

The stagnant madness in the eyes of the long-haired man surged out like a tide, and the woman screamed and cursed the dagger from his hand. The entire abdominal cavity was cut open and all the internal organs were taken out. The woman with wet hair covered her head and face crawled out from the stairway and walked towards Su Che. He stared at his dark pupils.

One second, it had just climbed out of the stairway, and the next second, it was in front of Su Che.

Nailless and bare fingers approached Su Che, as if they wanted to grab his feet. The long-haired man wielding the dagger brought a wet mist. It was when Su Che, who hadn't reacted, opened his stomach and bled all over the place.

Su Che took a step back slowly.

Stab it!

The zipper of the backpack was torn open by Su Che, and the radiance from the paper lamp candles shone out from the gap of the opened zipper. The woman who screamed viciously and cursed in front of Su Che suddenly screamed, followed by It was trembling like an electric shock.

Hiding in the dark stairwell at a faster speed than attacking Su Che, staring at the shining paper lamp in the backpack behind Su Che with dark eyes, trembling with fear.

The long-haired man had already arrived in front of Su Che, and the wet mist brought by the dripping dagger rushed towards his face. The madness gushing out like a tide complemented the ferocious smile on the long-haired man's face. The rainy night murderer who caused a sensation seems to be back again.

Then......

Then he felt an unbearable pain from his lower ribs like lightning, and immediately devoured the pain-sensing nerves all over his body.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Heart-piercing screams.

Su Che grabbed the long-haired man's lower ribs with five fingers in his left hand, and slapped the long-haired man's face with his right hand, making him dizzy. Sew the viscera into the doll, right? Don’t talk nicely and suddenly attack the attending doctor, right?”

After three big blows in a row, the long-haired man almost doubted his life, and even felt that the face he was slapped lost all consciousness, and it no longer belonged to him.

He snatched the dagger dripping from the long-haired man's hand, put it in front of the paper lamp and illuminated it with a shining candle, only to see the woman hiding in the dark corridor seemed to be on fire, emitting black smoke and screaming again and again .

Not long after, the drops of water dripping from the blade of the dagger were dried by the fire of the paper-wrapped candle, and the screams of the woman in the dark corridor stopped abruptly.

The candles in the paper lanterns danced a few times and became brighter.

"Now I'm asking you, can you still cure the disease? If it doesn't cure the disease, I will treat you!" Su Che threw the rapidly decaying dagger on the ground, and the blade of the dagger, which was gradually covered with rust, broke into several sections in an instant.

Obviously, the long-haired man was frightened, he was frightened, timid, frightened.

This psychiatrist is terrible, mom, I want to go home!

"Uncle Murderer, what's wrong with you?" Su Che asked

The long-haired man replied weakly, "Sick? What's wrong? I'm not sick!"

"En?" Su Che's five fingers on his left hand strengthened, and the heart-piercing scream of the long-haired man became more and more miserable, "I'm sick, I'm sick! Doctor, whatever disease you say I have, I will have whatever disease !"

"Very well, I just like your cooperative attitude. Although you are all extremely dangerous and severely mentally ill patients, I think our doctor-patient relationship can be very harmonious!"

Su Che changed the subject, "Who released you just now?"

The long-haired man who heard the sound fell silent for a moment, and refused to answer for a long time.

"Doctor Su, I think his resistance is quite strong. Why don't you let me try? I have determined to be a doctor since I was a child. Although I became a patient who was studied by a doctor by accident, it's not much worse. I His professional level is definitely enough!" Huang Jian said quietly behind Su Che.

The long-haired man looked at Huang Jian, who was wearing a hospital gown, and the hammer in his hand.

Huang Jian didn't stop talking. Holding the hammer he picked up from nowhere, he eagerly stared at the long-haired man's head, "A human head is much stronger than a walnut. A walnut will shatter when you smash it. It takes at least five or six blows on the head to open the scoop, just let me smash it once, please Doctor Su, I really can't help it, I feel like there are ants crawling all over my body!"

Qi Ping and Fatty Qian hurried forward and dragged Huang Jian away who was talking nonsense.