No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"It's just a rotten tire of a truck, and you emptied the entire magazine?" Zhang Changhai took a deep breath to calm his mind, and put the gun in his hand back into the gun pouch.

The police officers who came later with guns also breathed a sigh of relief, "Team Zhang calm down, brothers are really nervous for this kind of mission for the first time... But before we stopped, there seemed to be no traffic on the road. The rotten tires of this truck, right?"

"I don't know. The mountain fog at night is too heavy, so I didn't pay attention to it." The police officer who fired the first shot scratched his head embarrassedly.

Several police cars drove up, and several dazzling headlights focused together to slightly illuminate the dark road ahead.

At this time, someone said again, "It's moving, it's moving, the rotten tire in the middle of the road is moving!"

"Just now I clearly remembered that the rotten tire was at least ten meters away from us, and now it is almost in front of the car."

"Really?" Chai Qian also looked warily at the rotten tire in the middle of the road.

Under everyone's gaze, the rotten tire covered with bullet holes in the middle of the road suddenly moved, and then black viscous liquid dripped from the bullet holes, and it flowed all over the ground in a blink of an eye.

The fishy and smelly smell dissipated all of a sudden, and all the people present were not fledgling rookies, they couldn't tell that the black and viscous liquid that flowed all over the ground was clearly blood...

blood of the dead.

Neither Zhang Changhai nor the other police officers expected such a situation to occur at all. Their nerves that had just relaxed tensed again, and the bullets were loaded, and they all pointed at the rotten tires in the middle of the road.

The distance between the two is getting closer.

It was only at this time that everyone present could fully see that the rotten tires that were so tall were indeed tires, but inside the tires were indeed fragmented corpses connected head to toe.

"What the hell is this?"

The police officers who saw this scene were obviously frightened, and quickly drew out their guns and fired.

The strange noise mixed in the dense wind became more and more miserable. Chai Qian subconsciously stroked the carbon pencil growing in his right arm. A look of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but when he saw the broken heads and feet among the rotten tires, The connected corpses were hit by hot bullets, and after more and more black and viscous blood flowed out, they still drew their guns and joined the police officers who poured out firepower.

bang bang bang bang bang...

I don't know how many magazines were emptied, the rotten tires that were devastated finally couldn't bear such fierce firepower and split on the spot, and the fragmented corpses that were connected head to foot melted into large pieces at a speed visible to the naked eye The black and sticky blood dissipated.

With his heart beating wildly, Zhang Changhai filled the magazine with bullets and reloaded it again before he dared to reach out and wipe the cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Finished?" He looked at Chai Qian and asked.

Chai Qian stared at the big pool of blood on the road ahead for a long time, "It's solved!"

"Continue to Mingyun Apartment?" Zhang Changhai asked again.

Chai Qian didn't answer directly, but asked, "How many bullets are left?"

Soon someone was counting the ammunition consumed by all the previous owners.

After a while, the person who counted the consumption of ammunition replied, "Four or five magazines per person."

Hearing this, Chai Qian's face became cloudy and uncertain, and he thought to himself, "The special bullets that suddenly appeared in the bureau can cause obvious damage to ghosts, but the amount consumed by the first ghost is probably enough to fight a round." In local sniper battles, the remaining five or six magazines per capita are simply not enough.”

The mountain road covered in misty mist, the road conditions are completely different from the daytime, and there seem to be countless scary ghosts hidden in the surrounding dense forest.

After thinking again and again, Chai Qian gritted his teeth, and made up his mind, "Leave two-thirds of the ammunition for me, Team Zhang, you go back the same way, and completely block the roads connecting the towns outside the scenic spot. If you fail to come out of Mingyun Apartment, you will report it to the bureau. The hazard level of the wedding dress killing incident has risen to the disaster level. It is suspected that there is a red-clothed ghost that can cause ghosts and ghosts. In addition... there may be a ghost here. A ghost related to Shanglinshan ghost village disappearance incident!"

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"It stinks."

As soon as he stepped into the public toilet on the first floor of the apartment, Kuang Chengcheng was dazed by the stench coming towards him. He quickly covered his mouth and nose and complained in an indistinct voice.

However, what he did not expect was that the cubicles in the public bathroom on the first floor had been demolished, and the floor was covered with fragments of concrete and bricks. Except for the thick dust accumulated because no one had entered for a long time, there was no evidence at all. Dirty stuff that stinks.

"It seems that no one has used this place for a long time. Where did this stench come from? Could it be that the septic tank exploded?" Su Che thought for a moment, and held up the flashlight to scan back and forth a few times, but nothing was strange s things.

Enduring their nausea, Kuang Cheng and Fatty Qian went into the public toilet and searched thoroughly. They saw nothing but broken concrete bricks.

Kuang Cheng said in a low voice, "There is really nothing suspicious inside. Of course, it is not ruled out that there may be something under the bricks and concrete, but if the three of us want to clean these up, I am afraid that it will not be enough for a whole night."

"Go to the second floor." Su Che turned and walked towards the stairwell leading to the second floor.

The iron handrails spiraling up in the stairwell have been corroded and tattered, and the stairs are covered with dark brown rust, which is indistinguishable from the peeling wall skin and mixed together.

Going up to the second floor of the apartment, Su Che quickly discovered the strangeness. He took a step back and took back the foot that had just stepped on the balcony on the second floor of the apartment, and whispered to Kuang Cheng and Fatty Qian, "Shh, this apartment There were footsteps in the building other than ours."

The two held their breaths and listened attentively. Indeed, as Su Che said, they could hear faint and noisy footsteps, but as they continued to listen, the noisy footsteps suddenly disappeared again, and the apartment building quickly disappeared. The deathly silence was restored again.

"Fatty Qian, did you hear where the sound of footsteps came from just now?" Kuang Cheng turned to Fatty Qian and asked.

Fatty Qian shook his head blankly, "The sound of these footsteps is strange. The starving ghost in my stomach has no appetite for it. This is the first time I have encountered such a situation."

"En?" Su Che glanced at Fatty Qian curiously.

In his impression, the starving ghost parasitic in Fatty Qian's belly can even eat such things as ghost takeaway, and now there are ghosts it dare not eat?

Just as the three of them spoke a few words, noisy footsteps sounded again. Su Che silenced Kuang Cheng and Fatty Qian, and quietly looked out to observe the balcony on the second floor of the apartment.

The doors of the six apartments on the second floor were ajar, and the aisles were also covered with dust, and scattered on the dust were the strange footprints that Su Che had discovered earlier.

"There is a pair of inward footprints in front of each room, but no out footprints. That thing can only move forward but not backward?" Su Che straightened up, gently beckoned Kuang Cheng and Fatty Qian to enter the corridor, and handed over the flashlight. At the same time as Kuang Cheng, he took out a bottle of Motorov cocktail and was ready to ignite and throw it away at any time.

Moving on the dusty ground, Su Che glanced over the half-closed doors, and roughly observed the entire second floor of the apartment, and finally found something strange in Room 206, which is near the public toilet.

It was a closed window facing the door. It was impossible to see what was going on in the dark environment, but when the flashlight held by Kuang Cheng shone through the closed window, the bright light suddenly It was dark for a while, as if the light through the window was blocked by something.

"There are ghosts in this room." Fatty Qian gasped.

Su Che waved his hand at him, "Isn't it a ghost? What's all the fuss about?"

Then he walked quickly to the door of Room 206, knocked on the door and said, "Hello, the rent collector of the apartment, when do you want to settle the rent you owed for the past few years?"

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

There was still no movement in room 206.

Su Che's tone became more and more dissatisfied, and he continued in a tone of hating iron but not steel, "If you don't talk, you can pretend that there is no ghost in the room? Recently, the Ghost Festival is coming, and people are burning Ming coins and paper money everywhere. Pick up some paper money in two steps and come back, as for the rent owed to the apartment for several years and can't pay it? What a useless ghost!"

"I'll give you five seconds now, if you don't come out, I'm going to attack by force!"

crunch--

The half-hidden door of Room 206 opened with a creak, and the penetrating wind gushed out instantly, making the unsuspecting Kuang Cheng and Fatty Qian shiver involuntarily.

"Five!" Su Che said directly after pondering for a moment.

"It seems that you, a ghost, have never repented. You refused to pay the rent today. You still use this kind of low-handed means to intimidate the apartment employees. It is unbearable. I will eat my righteous debt collection and burn it. bomb!"

After igniting the Motorov cocktail in his hand, Su Che raised his hand and smashed it into the door that opened with a creak.

A full bottle of diesel mixed with sugar particles, rubber fragments, and consecrated mahogany swords exploded in an instant, burning most of the room into a fireball within a few seconds.

The floor began to make a strange sound, which was the noisy footsteps just now.

The raging flames quickly burned the wooden floor, and on the wall near the closed window in Room 206, three silhouettes, two large and one small, appeared, as if three people had been built into the living room. The wall is normal.

"The house was burned down for you, let's see how you continue to default on the rent." Su Che said righteously.

Kuang Cheng's scalp was numb seeing Su Che's operation, and he thought to himself, "It's a good thing that Mr. Su was recruited into the Ghost Story Association at the beginning. The lair will be burned down by him."

"President, since we have prepared so many incendiary bombs and cluster bombs made of high-pressure gas tanks, why not just blow up this abandoned apartment building? Anyway, there are no other living people living here!" Kuang Cheng said. The mind is going off track at a rapid pace.

Su Che said seriously, "Xing, there are more and more judges these days."

"?"

Kuang Cheng didn't hear anything at first, but after careful reflection, he immediately noticed something wrong.

"Good guy, Mr. Su, you killed ghosts and set fire all the way from Jiangcheng to Shuangqing. Everyone knows everyone. If you want to be sentenced, you will be sentenced first." He slandered in his heart.

The raging flames caused by the Motorov cocktail in room 206 gradually diminished. Professor Yang's pointer hidden in his sleeve fell into the palm of his hand. Su Che picked up a half brick that fell from the balcony, and walked into the room first.

Su Che glanced left and right, the only remaining layout in the room had been burnt to nothing, even the dusty wooden floor had been burnt through, exposing the uneven concrete floor.

Judging from the things in the room that have not been completely burnt, this room should be an apartment where a young man lives. There are posters of female stars who have been blackened and scantily clad on the wall. shoe.

Su Che directly skipped all kinds of sundries in the room, raised half a brick in his hand, and threw it at the three silhouettes, two large and one small, on the wall next to the window.

With a muffled bang, half a brick easily smashed through the wall that seemed to have three silhouettes imprinted on it, and then fell into the weeds growing randomly outside the apartment building.

"It's strange. I thought the ghost in this room was a corpse built into the wall. It turns out that there is no corpse inside the wall." Kuang Cheng's tone was rather surprised.

There was coolness in Su Che's eyes. Under his gaze, the wall that had just been pierced by half a brick actually looked like a wounded person, with bloodstains oozing out with a faint smell.

"There's something wrong with this wall!" Fatty Qian shouted.

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Su Che, Kuang Cheng, and Fatty Qian stared at the wall with faint smelly blood stains oozing out from the stubbornly burning flame.

"President, why don't we try to throw the consecrated mahogany sword over there?" Kuang Cheng suggested in a low voice.

Before he could finish his words, Su Che had already taken practical actions. He quickly pulled out two of the one-time consecrated mahogany swords carried by Kuang Cheng and Fatty Qian, and threw them one after the other towards the wall with the outlines of three figures branded on them.

boom!

As soon as the two one-time consecrated mahogany swords thrown by Su Che touched the wall, they exploded with astonishing heat, penetrating into the wall like hot knives cutting butter.

Fatty Qian said one after another, "It's moving, President, look, the three figures on the wall have moved!"

As Fatty Qian said these words, an indescribable atmosphere enveloped the steaming room after being baptized by Motorov cocktail incendiary bombs.

However, this is not the weirdest thing. The weirdest thing is that the three figures, two large and one small, suddenly moved on the wall near the window, as if they were alive.

Or crawl, or move, or climb...

In a blink of an eye, they got out of the open door of Room 206 along the ceiling and slipped into the corridor of the balcony.

"What the hell is this? A one-time consecrated mahogany sword can't eliminate it, and the starving ghost living in Fatty Qian's abdomen has no appetite. It's interesting." Su Che became interested in an instant.

After chasing out of room 206, the three figures who slipped into the balcony aisle of the apartment had disappeared. Su Che did not rush up to the third floor of the apartment, but went to the public toilet on the second floor to take a look.

Just like the public toilet on the first floor of the apartment, the public toilet on the second floor of the apartment has also been demolished, leaving concrete and brick residue on the floor, and the unspeakable stench still filled the air, but Su Che only took half a step back , the distance was less than ten centimeters, and there was nothing blocking the front, so the unspeakable stench could not be smelled.

and......

Su Che noticed that the public toilet on the second floor of the apartment was compared to the one on the first floor, and even the flies and bugs that often appeared in the dirty places were gone, except that the dust was still all over the floor, it was really clean and a bit strange.

[Nightmare Hidden Side Quest: Bloody Wedding Dress]

[The night is late, the pure white wedding dress is floating on the window, the next person to die... Who is it?Find the abandoned wedding dress and survive till dawn. 】