No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Su Che kindly responded to the proprietress of the hotel, "Go out and have something to eat, don't worry, proprietress, we will definitely not run around tonight!"

Walking out of the hotel, there were significantly more pedestrians on the street than the previous two days. Since the three victims who died of the evil curse of the North Gate in the car accident the night before, only Uncle Wen died yesterday morning.

As for the criminal gang of battery thieves formed by Liu Dacheng and his other two members, who died mysteriously during the process of stealing batteries last night, it has not attracted much attention since the burning of the north of Baiping Town in the middle of the night yesterday.

The fear of the residents of Baiping Town that the evil curse of the North Gate had penetrated into their bones finally subsided a little.

Through other people's discussions, Su Che easily knew that the soaring fire that ignited in the north of Baiping Town last night did not cause casualties. Dare to brave the night to go out to put out the fire, but anyway, when the raging fire is about to burn him, the chance of escaping is quite abundant.

After eating breakfast and lunch together, Su Che withdrew to the northernmost part of the road that runs through Baiping Township. His eyes passed over the charred and ruined walls caused by the fire, and he landed on the construction site of the wall foundation that cut off the road a few tens of meters away. .

"Old Zhu, you guys move very quickly." Su Che found Zhu Yuan who was wearing a helmet and was supervising the work at a glance.

Zhu Yuan quietly took Su Che aside, and said with a wry smile, "I can't help it, time is running out, who knows what troubles will happen during the Ghost Festival, it's better for everyone to get rid of Beimen Xie as soon as possible."

"By the way, Mr. Su, do you think there is room for improvement in this high wall that blocks the entire north of Baiping Town?"

"No, no, you are stronger and more professional in building walls." Su Che waved his hand.

Hearing Su Che's polite refusal, Zhu Yuan showed surprise, since Su Che didn't come to guide the construction of the wall to kill Beimen Xie, did you come to find me to have fun?

Sighing, Zhu Yuan continued, "Hey...Mr. Su, don't think I'm scaremongering. Around [-]:[-] this morning, Tan Zhou, who was taking in the ghost at the construction site of the ghostly incident, Affected by the Ghost Festival, the ghost eyes lost control, and the corpse poison entered the brain again."

"What? Something happened to Zhou Tan?" Su Che was deeply surprised.

Zhu Yuan nodded silently, "Two hours ago, Tan Zhou was rushed to Zhoujia Village in Dongjiang City. That was the place where he was attacked by walking corpses, and his eyes were gouged out by walking corpses and ghost eyes grew."

"Although the ghost eye's supernatural incident involves a lot, Zhou Tan is not the only one who has had this kind of situation, but it's always right to go back there, at least the thing is still near Zhoujia Village, I just don't know if Zhou Tan can survive this time ......"

"That thing?" Su Che continued to ask.

"Well, it's not a secret. The sixteen excavators and eight mud tank trucks that were mobilized to dig up Mrs. Zhou Tan's walking corpse, took seven or eight tons of steel bars and dozens of square meters of concrete to seal it. Into the sarcophagus."

"This supernatural incident was dealt with by your night watchmen from Secret Service No. [-]."

Su Che didn't expect that his idea of ​​using reinforced concrete to build a tomb for zombies had already been put into practice. Presumably, the walking dead old lady Yi had already cried aloud.

"By the way, have you never tried mixing concentrated hydrochloric acid and concentrated nitric acid to synthesize super-acidic corrosive liquid aqua regia to dissolve zombies? You should be able to obtain this thing easily, right?" Su Che suddenly asked with great interest.

"........"

Zhu Yuan found that every time he talked with Su Che, he always felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Big brother, can I call you big brother? Also as a living person, why can you think of these vicious underworld operations so logically?

You really don't consider opening an underworld office in Shuangqing?

After all, dealing with ghosts is as simple as eating and drinking. Even the Fool, the leader of the cult organization Tarot Society, has been forced into a traitor by you. If you start an office that uses underworld operations to persecute ghosts, you must be more comfortable than at home. More!

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Continue to go around Baiping Town a few times, after all the twists and turns of last night, at least on the surface, Baiping Town now does not seem to have the weird atmosphere that was almost like a ghost before.

Su Che rushed back to Anchen Hotel before it was completely dark. He even ran into Lao Liu who was ruthlessly cooking with a bowl. The other party quickly put down his rice bowl and greeted him warmly after seeing Su Che enter.

"We will be busy tonight, and there may be some troubles. I hope you can take care of me, Old Liu." Su Che stepped forward and said bluntly.

Today is August [-]rd, which is also the Sunday of the third week of August, and it is the day when members of the Ghost Story Association enter the World of Ghost Story once a month.

So it is very necessary for Su Che to warn Lao Liu in advance, so that he will not mistakenly think that the hotel is haunted again.

Old Liu picked up his job and was stunned for a while, then looked out of the hotel with horror, "Are you going to be haunted again tonight?"

"Old Liu, don't worry, how could it be haunted again? Today we will have some team building activities, it's very safe!" Su Che explained.

As Su Che said, if you enter the world of ghost stories, even if you are entangled by ghosts in the world of ghost stories, you will not die easily. However, Han Jinlin in the world of ghost stories is on the verge of losing control, so there is no guarantee that it will cause any trouble.

Old Liu rubbed his hands nervously, "So that's it, anyway, there are no other guests in the hotel, master, you just take it easy, since everyone is not going out tonight, then I will close the hotel first!"

Back on the second floor of the hotel, everyone from the Ghost Story Association had been waiting for a long time. Even An Donglin, who sneaked off the No. 714 bus last night, sneaked into the hotel without knowing when.

"Except for Mr. H and Mr. J who is still recuperating in Jiangcheng, everyone is here!" Seeing Su Che's figure, Xiao Tiantian muttered in a low voice.

Kuang Cheng also said afterwards, "It's getting late, let's start pulling people through the strange talk radio station immediately."

Su Che also didn't talk nonsense. It was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening, and there was not much time left including the radio station broadcasting strange stories.

"Did anything unusual happen to the newlyweds upstairs today?" Before that, Su Che asked Kuang Cheng.

Kuang Cheng shook his head, "They rested in the room all day, and they even ordered takeaway from the hotel owner for three meals."

"Bring the newlyweds upstairs tonight to avoid accidents." Su Che thought for a while, and quickly made up his mind.

Kuang Cheng responded naturally, "There shouldn't be too many vacancies in the association. It's not a problem to find a few spectators like you did when you joined the association last time, President."

Take out the old mahogany radio and prepare the equipment for broadcasting. Tonight's weird talk radio broadcast will take longer than usual in the morning.

After making all the preparations, she turned on the old mahogany radio, and after a moment of musing for a moment, Xiao Tiantian slowly spoke the usual opening line of Jiangcheng Weird Radio Station in a soft and sweet voice:

"This is Jiangcheng Weird Talk Radio Station. It has been going on for ten years without interruption, and is committed to bringing you the most thrilling, bizarre and terrifying urban strange talk. Hello everyone, I am the host Xiao Tiantian!"

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Even though it was the end of summer, the sky was still dark and very late. Jiang Gang stood by the radio and waited hard for the sound of the Jiangcheng strange talk radio station to appear.

If he hadn't been forced to do anything, Jiang Gang would not have made such a bad move.

Ever since he discovered the Jiangcheng Ghost Story Radio Station, it was the Jiangcheng Late Night Ghost Story Fans Association who had given him a ride to the Daliuwan Haunted House in the southern suburbs. He has been running around looking for Su Che and his party these days.

It's a pity that things backfired. He almost drove a taxi through the entire Shuangqing City during the daytime. He even drove countless times around the Daliuwan Haunted House in the southern suburbs and the subway station where Su Che and his party first appeared. There was no trace of Su Che and his party.

So much so that when he sees that the sky is getting dark now, he feels like a death row prisoner who is about to go to the execution ground and be executed after autumn, and he falls into a deep anxiety that can't be stopped all day long.

If you want to save your life, you have to rely on the Jiangcheng strange talk radio station that only appears in the middle of the night.

"This is Jiangcheng Weird Talk Radio Station. It has been going on for ten years without interruption, and is committed to bringing you the most thrilling, bizarre and terrifying urban strange talk. Hello everyone, I am the host Xiao Tiantian!"

"..."

The familiar soft and sweet voice came out from the radio. Tonight's Jiangcheng Weird Talk Radio Station broadcasted a little earlier than before. Jiang Gang didn't think too much about it. After all, in his eyes, the whereabouts of Su Che and the group were erratic. It doesn't make any difference whether the show airs earlier or later.

On the contrary, he heard the soft and sweet female voice from the radio, and his uneasy mood finally calmed down.

Listening to the ghost story told by Jiangcheng Ghost Story Radio Station as usual, Jiang Gang yawned a little, relaxed, and fell asleep with his eyelids raised.

This is impossible. He needs to drive a taxi to look for Su Che and his party during the day. After the ghost talk radio broadcast is over in the middle of the night, he must concentrate on guarding against Yuan Yi, the former owner of the Daliuwan Haunted House who wants to kill him. , The time to relax and catch up on sleep is only a few short hours broadcast by Jiangcheng Weitan Radio Station.

But tonight’s Jiangcheng Ghost Talk Radio program seems to be a little different. After listening to the weird story told by the radio station at the beginning, Jiang Gang didn’t hear the specific story clearly. He only remembered Yiwu, Shangzhan, Taomujian vocabulary like that.

The soft and sweet female voice from the radio continued to sound.

"That's the end of the strange story about "Yiwu Shangzhan" tonight, and then let's enter the link of randomly connecting radio listeners!"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

There was a burst of emotional applause from the machine.

beep!beep!beep!

Soon the phone rang on the radio.

"Random connection audience?"

Jiang Gang, who was half asleep and half awake, muttered unconsciously.

Just a few seconds after he finished his muttering, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated without warning, and immediately rang an electric bell.

"Who's calling?" Jiang Gang was awakened from the half-dream state in an instant, and subconsciously took out the phone from his pocket.

The dazed mind didn't even make Jiang Gang think too much, so he slid the answer button directly, "Hello, who is it?"

"Hey, who is it?"

The two voices appeared at the same time, and Jiang Gang was so scared that he lost all sleep.

"Hello!" Two soft and sweet female voices came from the radio close at hand and the microphone of the mobile phone next to the ear.

An unbelievable thought rose from the bottom of Jiang Gang's heart, and he hurriedly asked, "Are you Jiangcheng Late Night Ghost Story Fans Association?"

"Eh..." Xiao Tiantian was stunned for a moment, then she remembered the vest Su Che of the ghost story association 'Jiangcheng Late Night Ghost Stories Association', which seemed to have been used before, "Hello, lucky listeners, we are right !"

As soon as Xiao Tiantian's voice fell, Jiang Gang's hoarse cry for help immediately sounded on the radio, "Great, I finally found you! My name is Jiang Gang, and I was the one who drove you a few days ago." Taxi driver! I'm being stalked by Yuan Yi, the former owner of the Daliuwan Haunted House in the southern suburbs, save me, come and save me!"

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In the guest room of Anchen Hotel, everyone in the Guild Talk Association looked at each other in blank dismay. The taxi driver Yuan Gang who appeared out of nowhere's voice for help caught them unexpectedly.

Dude, this counts as a broadcast accident, right?

Absolutely!

However, the strange talk radio station has been overturned more than once or twice. Xiao Tiantian, Kuang Cheng, and even Fatty Qian have long been accustomed to this.

After all, the biggest broadcasting accident of the ghost story radio station was that Kuangcheng lured Su Che to the ghost story association, which eventually led to the serious consequences of the ghost story world being penetrated by Su Che alone, and all the members of the ghost story association were wiped out.

But this is not necessarily a bad thing, at least the small treasury left by the stingy Mr. H was taken away by Su Che, and now the wages of everyone in the Ghost Story Association are supported by the small treasury that Mr. H has accumulated in his own pocket, and the treatment has naturally increased all the way.

In less than a month, the second round of salary increase is about to be celebrated.

"Mr. Jiang, don't panic for the time being. We can talk slowly if you have anything to say." Xiao Tiantian tried her best to calm Jiang Gang's faint emotions of collapse and loss of control.

Jiang Gang took several deep breaths of air before he slowly hallucinated the emotions that were on the verge of collapse and out of control, "Speak slowly...speak slowly...OK...I will slowly Say......"

"The thing is like this. Four days ago, that is, the morning of the second day after I drove you, the weather was very bad, and it was raining lightly. I just packed the taxi and prepared to take the first order of the day.

It was about six o’clock in the morning. When I was driving a taxi past an unknown taxi stand covered with small advertisements for psoriasis, I saw a man in a windbreaker waving at me at the bus stop. When I took a taxi, I parked the car on the side of the road without thinking about it. "

"As soon as the man got in the car, he asked me to take him to the haunted house in Daliuwan. At that time, he was the only one in the car, and there were no other taxi drivers around. Of course I didn't dare to do this business. He got out of the car. After the event, I remembered that the person who asked me to take him to the Daliuwan Haunted House looked very familiar. I took out the newspaper and looked at it, and I realized that there were only a few people who asked me to take him to the Daliuwan Haunted House. Yuan Yi, the former owner of the Daliuwan Haunted House who committed suicide a month ago!"

Speaking of this, Jiang Gang paused for a long time, panting violently to cover up the uneasiness and fear deep in his heart.

"Afterwards, I was glad that I didn't put Yuan Yi in the car. Who would have thought that I would dream of him that night..."

"He was horrifying in the dream, his whole face was thin and distorted, as if all the flesh and blood had been sucked out, leaving only a layer of human skin covering the skeleton. When did I, a poor taxi driver, see this posture? I was so scared that I immediately kowtowed to him dozens of times, and promised to call the police to clear up his grievances, but he refused to let me go, he wanted to kill me!"

"Now you are the only ones who can help me. Yuan Yi didn't dare to approach me as soon as he heard the sound of your radio broadcast. Now only you can save me. Please help me..."

Jiang Gang begged bitterly.

Hearing Jiang Gang's begging voice, Xiao Tiantian had no choice but to look at Su Che, who nodded calmly.

Just like that, Xiao Tiantian continued to speak with a soft and sweet voice, "Okay, we have received your request, and I am also very grateful to Mr. Jiang for sharing with us the real urban ghost story he encountered... "

After connecting with Jiang Gang, Xiao Tiantian continued to randomly connect with another radio listener. This radio listener did not disclose his name or other information, but said that he was in the living room of his hometown recently, every night and early morning Around one or two o'clock, you will see a square face, from the chest down to the abdomen, all hollow and transparent, like a glass-like ghost.