No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Su Che raised his eyebrows, but the Li Rusong human skin mask on his face stared coldly, and said provocatively, "No way? No way? You're a big restaurant, even with such ordinary ingredients None? What kind of store is this open? Why don’t you go back to your hometown and sell sweet potatoes!”

Hearing this, everyone else was dumbfounded.

Broken entrails?Congealed blood?Tangled tentacles?Silent eyeballs?

There are other things that sound weird, you call these things ordinary ingredients?

Can't you get some supper that a living person can eat!

The deadly atmosphere continued to spread in the restaurant.

Seemingly seeing the doubt and confusion in other people's eyes, Su Che continued to say with a straight face, "Is your store going to work? If not, just abdicate and let someone else forget about it. Forgive me, Su." , in case my big black dog wakes up overnight and cooks me four dishes and one soup after eating your food, it will not be good for anyone."

Seeing Su Che's serious look, the others wanted to say something more, but after carefully thinking about what Su Che just said, they fell silent again.

You said you want to take this restaurant down, so you have to!Why are you still doing all these twists and turns?

Although evil spirits are around in the eerie and terrifying Yuanjialing, and if you make a mistake, you will die on the spot. You need to be especially careful in this kind of place, but you don't have to make it so outrageous...

"President, it's a ghost. Can it understand what you tell it?" Kuang Cheng whispered to Su Che.

As a result, as soon as he finished saying this, the proprietress of the restaurant stared straight at Su Che and turned her eyes to Kuang Cheng.

Still repeating those four words in the same tone, "What do you want to eat?"

"Are you using this as a repeater?" Pulling Kuang Cheng aside, Su Che met the dead fish eyes of the proprietress of the restaurant, and slapped the counter, "That's what I just said, serve the food quickly!"

Or because of the horrible evil spirit emanating from the human skin mask on Su Che's face, the restaurant proprietress with dead fish eyes finally moved, she got up slowly, and walked into the back kitchen step by step.

The other ordinary passengers finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the hotel proprietress who didn't look like a living person leave.

Tang Xun, who had been trying his best to reduce his sense of existence all night, struggled for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Mr. Su, you don't really want us to use the strange dish name you just reported as supper?"

"It's really weird. What's wrong with the name of the dish I reported? Don't you just want a mandarin duck pot?" Su Che continued solemnly, "This restaurant includes money belly, blood tofu, squid whiskers, sheep's eyeballs, kelp knots, There are no ordinary ingredients for shabu-shabu such as salted pork, hot brains, and tomatoes, and they are also suitable for opening a shop?"

???

Everyone pondered carefully with horrified expressions on their faces, and the names of the ingredients that sounded tingling before were completely right.

This is scary.

After about four or five minutes, the owner of the restaurant, still with dead eyes, came out of the back kitchen at the beginning of the year, and the tone of his voice did not change a bit, "The dishes you ordered are here."

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew out from the well-shielded back kitchen, and then a bald man in chef's clothes with a blue face came out carrying a dish.

Plates of bloody ingredients were placed on it, broken pieces of liver, coagulated dark red blood, knotted intestines, cloudy eyeballs, wooden blocks covered with blood vessel-like lines, curled up A dry stillborn, a bloody brain, a heart bleeding out...

Just by glancing at the dinner plate, ordinary people like Tang Xun, Jiang Gang and Yang Biao felt their stomachs tumbling, their faces turned pale, and they almost wanted to vomit.

On the other hand, Su Che reached forward, pointed at the bald man in chef's clothes and said in a dissatisfied tone, "What are you using to fool us?"

"Are you sure this dish is cooked?"

The bald man in chef's clothes stopped, and the restaurant proprietress with dead fish eyes flickered and appeared in front of Su Che.

The atmosphere in the restaurant became tense.

Su Che repeated without changing his expression, "I ask you, will this dish be cooked?"

Before the two ghosts could make any further moves, Su Che threw off the backpack, pulled out the blood-stained bone-chopping knife wrapped in a pure white wedding dress, raised it high, and swung it at them with all his strength.

Bang!

The two ghosts who were close at hand had no room to resist at all, and were directly knocked over by Su Che on the spot.

Without stopping for a moment, when the two ghosts were dizzy from the pure white wedding dress, Su Che pulled the climbing rope and dragged the ghost who was on the No. 714 bus outside the hotel into the hotel together with the consecrated seat lamp. The rusted boat hook passed the two ghosts through, and then tied them firmly with the way-seeker with climbing ropes.

The consecrated seat lamp hangs above the head, and the faintly warm candlelight shines on the entire restaurant, completely dispelling the cold wind blowing from the back kitchen.

"At your level, you are not familiar with the dishes and you are learning from other ghosts to open a black shop in Yuanjialing? I don't ask how good your cooking skills are, but you should try to learn New Oriental, which doesn't charge any fees for three months. Learn how to be a cook at the culinary school, and then go back to Yuanjialing to harm people!"

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It didn't take Su Che any effort to subdue the two ghosts. As he guessed, this restaurant he had seen with his own eyes in the world of ghost takeaway and ghost talk was not easy.

"This light has little effect on these two ghosts, but at least it can suppress evil spirits in a normal way." Yingying looked at the two ghosts who were tightly tied together with the way-asking ghost and bathed in the lighted seat lamp. In the candlelight, there was no black smoke from being burned like other ghosts, Su Che said bluntly to the members of the Ghost Story Association beside him.

Xiao Tiantian stared at the two ghosts, gritted her teeth and made a strange sound intertwined with multiple tones, "Could these two ghosts also be the evil spirits of Yuanjialing?"

"It doesn't look like it. They are related to the red-clothed ghost from Ghost Takeaway, so they shouldn't be the evil spirit from Yuanjialing." Su Che replied simply.

In the ghost talk world of ghost takeaways, Britney saw the hermit appearing around Zeng's fast-fried restaurant with her own eyes, so she naturally regarded the hermit as the culprit of the ghost takeaway incident, but as Su Che brought them A series of events experienced in Shuangqing.

Judging from the information we have so far, it is not only the hermit who has completely cooled down in the ghost outside incident, Yuan Yi, the former owner of the Daliuwan Haunted House, also played a disgraceful role in it.

At this time, Su Che's attention has shifted to other places.

"By the way, Fatty Qian, do you know exactly where your master went to Shuangqing before the accident, and who did you meet?"

Fatty Qian shook his head when he heard Su Che's question. Obviously he knew very little about his master's whereabouts. He pondered for a while before he said uncertainly, "Master didn't say who he was looking for before going to Shuangqing. It should be just It was a temporary idea, and there was no accident on the way, so I think this matter is probably the work of the hermit."

"Things are getting more and more complicated, maybe I'm thinking too much." Su Che thought to himself.

The back kitchen of the hotel is very noisy, and there are sizzling frying sounds and the sound of frying dishes colliding with spatulas, as if there are other chefs working in the back kitchen.

Su Che pressed the pure white wedding dress and the blood-stained bone-cutting knife wrapped in it on the three ghosts, in case the power of the consecratory seat lamp was not strong enough to make them revive, then he took out Professor Yang's pointer and approached the kitchen, walked In front of the back kitchen door, forcefully lift off the tightly covered back kitchen curtain.

In an instant, what came to the face was not the smell of cooking, nor the gust of wind that had appeared before, but a sour and stinky rotten smell.

"No one, and no ghosts to be seen."

The lights in the back kitchen of the restaurant are dim, and there is no trace of anyone or ghosts at a glance, only the sound of deep frying and cooking can be heard.

Professor Yang's pointer flashed a blazing blue arc, and Su Che's other hand silently held the handle of the butcher's knife.

A few steps forward, there is an unlit stove, but the waste oil in an iron pan on the stove is tumbling, exuding a sour and rotten smell, and there is a scalding heat wave that can be clearly felt, but it can make people I felt a strange feeling of chills in my bones.

Fried objects with unclear outlines were floating in the iron pan, rolling along with the gutter oil. Seeing this scene, Su Che felt nothing but a little unappetizing.

"The people from the Health Bureau came over and looked at it and called it an expert. They have to write you a notice of suspension and rectification with tears in their eyes."

Su Che pinned the butcher's knife to his back, grabbed the white coat on his body, and held the handle of the iron pan. It felt cold to the touch, as if he had touched a freezer in a morgue, and he shivered unknowingly.

"This chill can no longer be described by a portable air conditioner like coffin nails. It needs a refrigerator."

After leaving the stove, the waste oil tumbling in the iron pan did not stop there, and remained as it was.

However, the deep-fried food tumbling with the gutter oil reveals the whole picture in Su Che's sight. It is a piece of dark brown meat. Apart from the same strong sour and rotten smell, Su Che can even see the meat The block was wriggling convulsively.

Kuang Cheng first volunteered to follow Su Che into the back kitchen of the hotel, his gaze kept scanning back and forth, and then he dragged Fatty Qian in as well.

"These are... the meat of the red-clothed ghost from Ghost Takeaway."

"Ouch, this smell is really smelly, even worse than the public toilet in the abandoned apartment building we went to earlier."

Fatty Qian and Kuang Cheng spoke out one after another.

Undoubtedly, among the various rotten and spoiled ingredients that appeared in this restaurant, the most indispensable thing is the cooked minced meat of the red-clothed ghost from the ghost takeaway.

Su Che was not in a hurry to put down the iron pan in his hand, he always felt that this thing was quite evil and might be useful, so he handed it to Kuang Cheng, "Old K, take it first, Fatty Qian, come with me. "

"No problem, President, you can leave it to me!" Kuang Cheng assured, patting his chest.

But when he just took the iron pot from Su Che's hand, his face changed. This pot... is really something that a living person can hold by hand?

Taking advantage of this gap, Su Che glanced up at the top of the freezer in the back kitchen. This time, instead of suddenly falling down like a ghost takeaway ghost talk world, a skinny and mummified corpse died of a ghost takeaway. He immediately stepped forward to open the freezer. cabinet door.

The blazing blue electric arc flickering from Professor Yang's pointer became even brighter. Su Che squinted his eyes slightly and looked inside the freezer. Inside the sticky stuff, it looks more disgusting than a piece of meat rolling with waste oil in an iron pan.

"How is it? Looking at these, does the starving ghost in Fatty Qian have an appetite?"

Gollum.

There was a sound in the abdomen.

Fatty Qian subconsciously closed his mouth tightly, but he opened it uncontrollably, blood-red saliva flowed out from his mouth, and his eyes gleamed with an unbearably strong appetite.

Seeing this, Su Che smiled nonchalantly, turned around and walked away from Fatty Qian.

The starving ghost living in Fatty Qian's abdomen couldn't bear it anymore, he rushed straight into the freezer, tore off the sticky stuff on the frozen minced meat, smashed the solidified ice, and grabbed pieces of broken meat. The meat was stuffed into his mouth, and he even pouted his head while biting the frozen minced meat and licking the sticky things.

Fortunately, the back kitchen of the hotel was well covered, otherwise Yang Biao, Gu Fei and Shen Jingfen outside would have been more terrified when they saw Fatty Qian like this.

"President, President, who can withstand this pot... please take it away quickly!" Kuang Cheng complained while holding the iron pot that was still boiling with waste oil.

Before Su Che took over the iron pot from Kuang Cheng, he went back and forth to observe the small back kitchen carefully several times.

"The corpse of the red-clothed ghost left in the freezer of this hotel is not much, only about a quarter of the corpse, and most of the rest are in No. 148 Zijin Avenue..." Will Putting together the clues found along the way from Jiangcheng to Shuangqing, Su Che has already guessed the relationship between this restaurant and the red-clothed ghost at No. 148 Zijin Avenue.

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The commotion from the back kitchen of the hotel was obviously not small, coupled with the faint stench lingering in the nostrils.

Tang Xun and Jiang Gang wanted to see clearly what was going on in the back kitchen, but because the three ghosts tied into rice dumplings by Su Che in the restaurant stood in front of them, they were afraid that accidents would happen when they passed by them.

It feels like a cat's paw is scratching in my heart, and I feel uncomfortable all over. It is most appropriate to describe their state of mind at this time by saying that they are both foody and playful.

When Su Che, Kuang Cheng, and Fatty Qian came out of the back kitchen, they couldn't wait to come forward and ask what was in the back kitchen. Su Che only said that he saw spoiled and rotten ingredients in the back kitchen, and didn't say anything about the food in the freezer. The frozen body of the red-clothed ghost was eaten and wiped clean by the starving ghost parasitized in Fatty Qian's abdomen.

"President, pot, pot!" Before they finished speaking, Kuang Cheng was impatient to hand back the iron pot in his hand to Su Che.

Su Che rubbed his chin, "Old K, with your passive sabotage attitude, it's hard for me to raise your salary!"

Although he said so, Su Che still took the iron pot from Kuang Cheng, and then took out his mobile phone to check on Long Wenhua's situation while studying the pot.

Xiao Tiantian was looking left and right to observe the still quiet street outside the hotel. After hearing Long Wenhua's voice in the live broadcast room from Su Che's mobile phone, she quickly turned around and walked over, watching the live broadcast room screen on the screen of Su Che's mobile phone.

"Yo yo, isn't this Brother Long? I remember that before we came to Shuangqing, he was still in the anorectal department to recuperate from his injuries. After only a few days, he started to look for ghosts and start live broadcasting. He is really dedicated!" Kuang Cheng said with emotion. .

Xiao Tiantian coughed a few times, looked at the screen of the live broadcast room on the phone screen and said, "There seems to be something wrong. Why does the environment in the live broadcast room feel like the mountain road we passed before entering Yuanjialing?"

At this time, Long Wenhua's entire face was soaked in sweat in the screen of the live broadcast room, panting, he ran desperately in the long and narrow mountain path shrouded in dense fog.

The viewers in the live broadcast room who knew the cause and effect knew that he was being chased by an evil spirit with a bloody mouth on his face, and the viewers in the live broadcast room who didn't know where he was, thought he was running a marathon live.

"I'm going to die, I've been running for more than half an hour and the roadside hasn't changed at all. This road really has no end, right?" Long Wenhua said out of breath.

Blessings are unparalleled, and misfortunes do not come singly.

The chasing evil spirit seemed to be tired of the cat chasing the mouse. It opened its mouth wide open, revealing a mouth full of fangs that were as sharp as sawtooth. Less than one meter away.

The remaining small half of the Consecrated Peach Wood Sword was hot to the touch, without Long Wenhua thinking too much, he knew that the distance between the invisible evil spirit behind him and him was close at hand.

He took a deep breath, moved his sore and numb legs vigorously, accelerated and continued to run towards the long and narrow mountain road.