No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"I have already retrieved the recording of the alarm call, which saves me trouble. Please Captain Yan, you can call out the recording of the alarm call and play it again." Zhao Tailai said bluntly.

Captain Yan hurriedly set off, "It's easy to say, I'll do it right away."

In less than two minutes, the recording of Luo Gaojie's alarm call was in front of Zhao Tailai and Hong Shan.

Press the play button, and there is a faint current noise.

After a while, the voice of the police officer came out.

"Hi, hello, this is the Wang County Police Reception Center. May I ask if you need help?"

On the other end of the phone, there were bursts of intensive footsteps and violent panting.

"I... I'm at Jieguan Pavilion on the outskirts of the city. My name is Luo Gaojie... My name is Luo Gaojie!"

Luo Gaojie's voice was a little hysterical. He didn't even wait for the police officer on the phone to answer, and he continued on his own, "I live at... 3...35 Jicheng Street ...Yesterday, I asked a few colleagues to have a rubbing meal...Don't come here...I want you not to come here! I took a picture of you, and I took a picture of you, do you know? Believe it or not...believe it or not...uh...beep beep..."

"Luo Gaojie's call to the police was completely drunk and nonsense. At that time, the police officer who answered the call thought it was him calling the police maliciously, so he hung up the phone directly." Captain Yan explained with a wry smile.

He originally thought that Zhao Tailai would skip this irrelevant alarm call after listening to the recording of the alarm call and his own explanation, but he didn't expect that Zhao Tailai's face darkened instantly, and he hurriedly started to leave.

"Hurry up, hurry up and investigate all the social relations of Luo Gaojie in the company he works for. The list of colleagues who had dinner with him yesterday must be handed over to me before dawn. We have to go first. About Jicheng Street The blockade of No. 35 and its surrounding areas is all handed over to you, Captain Yan!"

At this time, Captain Yan hadn't realized what Zhao Tailai had heard from the recording of the suspected malicious call to the police, so he was taken aback, a little dazed.

Hong Shan sighed, and before catching up with Zhao Tailai, he briefly reminded Captain Yan, "Since Luo Gaojie is already dead, what did you say you invited your colleagues to dinner yesterday?"

"Of course it's a ghost!"

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The coffin road outside the barren village is not long, but even so, it took Su Che and the three of them less than half an hour to complete this coffin road.

Fortunately, An Donglin and Xiao Tiantian in the No. 714 bus found that the three of Su Che did not act rashly after carrying the coffin for the funeral, so there was no accident along the way, but the funeral procession of ghost villagers in front of the three of Su Che Slower and slower, delayed for a long time.

"Look, this coffin road has finally come to an end!"

Although Su Che and Kuang Cheng didn't feel anything, Long Wenhua felt that the coffin filled with one-time consecrated mahogany swords on his shoulders was getting heavier and heavier, and it was even more pressing on him when he was about to reach the end of the coffin road. Almost out of breath.

Gritting his teeth, he finally insisted on finishing the coffin road. Seeing a fork in the road ahead, Long Wenhua barely heaved a sigh of relief.

But he immediately realized that the situation was not right. He could only see faint lights flickering in the winding fork road ahead, illuminating the outlines of hundreds of houses, large and small, generally presenting a terrain with two sides high and the middle low, and the high places are densely packed. The houses are crowded together, and the lower part is a long dark alley shrouded in the shadow of night.

Looking at this place from a distance, Long Wenhua subconsciously thought of the straw rope that he got from the hanged ghost in Yangping Ghost Port, and even had a weird feeling of being strangled by the neck, almost suffocating.

At this moment, the ghost villagers in the funeral procession stopped abruptly, not taking half a step forward.

"Ahead is the Majia Lane that the wayfinder is looking for." Su Che said while pointing at the Majia Lane in front of him.

Kuang Cheng took a few glances from a distance, as if he was very curious about the place that the ghost asked for directions always talked about, "Wang County is really evil. It looks like there is nothing weird on the surface, but in fact it is full of ghosts. It’s even more outrageous than the previous Jiangcheng, this Majia Lane can be seen as a haunted house just by looking at it from a distance.”

When the three of them exchanged a few simple words in low voices, the 714 bus following behind also drove out of the coffin road, stopped behind the three of Su Che who were carrying the coffin, and took the winding mountain road leading to Majiaxiang. Completely blocked.

The moment the No. 714 bus drove out of the coffin road, Long Wenhua immediately felt the coffin that weighed him down on his shoulders suddenly lighten, as if something strange had left the coffin.

When he whispered his thoughts to Su Che and Kuang Cheng, Su Che replied speechlessly, "Did you realize? The ghost villagers who left the deserted village along the way walked more and more slowly, and they were killed." Nie Hailin, who was killed by the website, was at work here, but now we have reached the boundary of Majia Lane through the roadblocker, and we have completely left the vicinity of the deserted village, so this Nie Hailin's coffin will naturally not hinder our professional funeral team!"

After finishing speaking, he silently took out the tweeter and pointed it at the funeral procession of ghost villagers who refused to take half a step forward.

"Didn't you say that hundreds of young and old people in the village will come together, so you have to make arrangements for this ghost? Why, you can't recognize your way right after leaving the village?" Su Che's voice exploded through the tweeter in an instant.

It was okay when he didn’t make a sound, and the ghost villagers in the funeral procession just didn’t dare to go any further, but not long after he made the sound through the tweeter, they didn’t dare to go any further as if they had stabbed a hornet’s nest The ghost villagers in the village seemed to feel the horror of Majiaxiang, and they were so frightened that they wanted to turn around and run away, as if they were screaming about ghosts in a deserted village.

"Why do these ghosts feel more afraid of other ghosts than living people?" Kuang Cheng muttered.

Compared with the supernatural events that Kuang Cheng followed Su Che to find some time ago, the ghosts in this deserted village, except for Nie Hailin who was killed by the death website, was a bit weird, the other ghosts did not make Kuang Cheng feel how scary at all. On the contrary, it made him subconsciously think of the grimace in the water of Tangshan Reservoir, where Su Che used a detonator and a powerful Type 67 wooden-handled grenade to blast him into the sky.

Su Che's voice continued to be heard from the tweeter, "You still want to run when you're on the way of me, Su? Even the door is closed for you!"

The 714 bus blocked the winding mountain road, and Su Che, who was carrying the coffin, was at the end of the funeral procession. These ghost villagers who wanted to turn around and run away from Majiaxiang had no room for maneuver.

Surrounded by Su Che and the No. 714 bus who were carrying the coffin, they could only move slowly towards Majiaxiang at a slower speed.

"It's as if I, Su, are forcing you. It's good for everyone to drive this ghost away. Everyone has to get out of their comfort zone. What's the point of living in the village for many years?"

"Majiaxiang is just ahead, rush in and throw this ghost's coffin inside, and we'll run right away."

"The ghost bus is catching up, everyone should move faster!"

"..."

As the funeral procession walked towards the rugged mountain road leading to Majiaxiang, Su Che continued to use the tweeter to cheer for the ghost villagers walking in front, regardless of whether they could understand or not.

Listening to Su Che's voice echoing continuously, the audience in the live broadcast room were a little speechless to Su Che's unscrupulous deceitful behavior.

"As we all know, Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen, never deceives people, but he always has a way of deceiving ghosts."

"Talk to people when you see people, and talk to ghosts when you see ghosts. The King of Kings has understood this trick!"

"Don't tell me, I think this Majiaxiang is a good place to set a fire. This kind of terrain with a low center and high sides, just sprinkle a little gasoline in the low place and set a fire. It won't take half an hour to catch fire. "

"Brother, your speech is very dangerous. I have already called the police. Go in and pick up soap!"

"Speaking of which, since the Qingshan Mental Hospital, the Majia Lane that has been popping up all the time is here? It doesn't look scary..."

"The locals in Wang County have something to say. Usually there is nothing weird here, but every year during the Ghost Festival, there are always some ghost stories that go crazy. Half of the people on the street are gone, and something seems to have happened tonight, and if the sirens have not stopped all night, it may be a big case."

"Don't say it, don't say it, King Wang and the others are already walking into Majia Lane, sending a lot of ghosts to the door. It really feels like watching a zombie movie, it's exciting!"

The long funeral procession stopped before entering the last section of the Majia Lane, and further on, there were flashing lights, which looked very much like the Majia Lane in an ordinary rural village.

But at this time, whether it was Su Che who was carrying the coffin, or Britney and An Donglin in the 714 bus, as the funeral procession got closer and closer to Majiaxiang, they gradually felt something was wrong.

I don't know if it's their illusion, the closer they are to Majiaxiang, the clearer the faint voice coming from their ears.

In their line of sight, Majia Lane, a place that has long been recognized as a haunted place...

Not only are there people living there, but there are quite a few of them.

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"It's not quite right, this place is weird." Before entering Majia Lane, Kuang Cheng showed vigilance.

Since the wayfinding ghost who escaped from Su Che had already found the way to Majiaxiang, then a place that was being targeted by the ghost, logically speaking, would definitely not have the obvious movement of a living person like the one in front of him.

Looking away from the ghost villagers in the funeral procession ahead, Su Che glanced at the No. 714 bus behind him while putting away the tweeter.

The morning glory he put behind the windshield ignored the hundreds of ghost villagers in the funeral procession, and pointed straight ahead at Majiaxiang.

The road into Majiaxiang is very narrow, even narrower than the dark narrow alley in the previous barren village that could not accommodate two people walking side by side. It is an alley, but it is better regarded as a corridor formed by the eaves of the houses on both sides of the road. .

The situation inside Majia Lane can be seen clearly at a glance. The corridors under the eaves of the houses on both sides go straight forward, passing through the entire Majia Lane from the middle.

The audience in the live broadcast room also saw this scene through the camera that Long Wenhua raised.

"The layout of this place feels weird, but I feel an inexplicable sense of depression just by looking at it through the screen."

"It does have a weird feeling of depression, but it's not as evil as you say big brother. Are you claustrophobic?"

"Sneak into the village, don't shoot!"

"What about attacking the widow's village at night? He sneaked into the village quietly. Let alone a human being, even a ghost was scared stupid by Mr. Su's yelling just now."

"That's right, is the king of hell's suppression of ghosts a joke?"

"Isn't the nickname of the King of Forces Jiangcheng Ghost Sorrowful? Why did he become the King of Hades again?"

"It's a long story..."

Long Wenhua took out his mobile phone and glanced at the barrage that kept flashing across the screen in the live broadcast room. He deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Did the viewers in the live broadcast room see it? After more than two hours of hard trekking, I asked the ghosts for help. The Majiaxiang we were looking for finally appeared in front of us, this is no joke."

The audience in the live broadcast room almost instantly understood what Long Wenhua wanted to express.

"Brother Long, why are you so cowardly today? Didn't you just ask the big guys to use the free planes and rockets in the past?"

"Brother Long, you'd better keep quiet before entering Majiaxiang."

"Before my roommate died, I wanted to watch Brother Long and the female ghost communicate with each other again, so I asked Brother Long if he could satisfy my roommate's simple wish?"

"I think you want Brother Long to move and live in the anorectal department!"

"Ever since Brother Long left Jiangcheng, he hasn't been a friend of a female ghost for a long time."

The bullet screens in the live broadcast room were quickly swiped, and Long Wenhua was at a loss for words when he saw the sand sculpture comments of various netizens.

"Don't be surprised, this place can't be driven by ghost buses, if you set fire to it, it won't be easy to escape." Su Che thought seriously.

After finishing speaking, he waved to An Donglin in the No. 714 bus. After An Donglin got off the bus and walked over, he gave him the position of carrying the coffin for the funeral, and then turned around and entered the No. 714 bus to lead Dahei The dog's leash, leaving only the bald chicken and the little hen to continue guarding the four people in the car, Gu Xueming, who did not know whether they were alive or dead.

"Just play it by ear, and just avoid it when you encounter unexpected situations that cannot be resolved." Su Che simply explained to the subduing ghost.

As Su Che signaled the subdued ghost to drive the No. 714 bus slowly forward, the long funeral procession was forced to move forward into Majia Lane again.

"Have you noticed that it is very similar to when we were in that deserted village just now?"

Su Che raised his hand to touch the walls of the high houses on both sides of the road. His hand felt cold, and there was an inexplicable and disgusting slippery touch, "There are sporadic lights in the house, but there are no traces of living people, but still You can hear their voices, the wood used to build the house is all painted with black paint, this kind of black paint is very similar to the one painted on the top of the coffin, old K, you are right, this place is more than weird, almost almost The words "there is a ghost here" are engraved on the forehead."

"..." Hearing Su Che's words, Kuang Cheng was speechless for a while.

After walking forward for less than two minutes, the funeral procession stopped for the third time. There was no 714 bus to force the mourning ghost villagers to move on. The reason why the funeral procession stopped.

It was an unpainted coffin, placed alone in the middle of the corridor, under the coffin was a flickering lamp, and under the constantly jumping light, a black and white portrait hung in front of the coffin.

On the portrait was a young man who looked less than thirty years old. He looked dull and honest, as if he was no different from other ordinary migrant workers. A weird and sinister smile.

"President, did you find anything?" Kuang Cheng watched Su Che stop from a distance, and asked quickly.

Su Che's eyes became intensely cool, and he stared closely at the young man on the portrait, "In some cases, you all quickly carry Nie Hailin's coffin over here!"

As soon as the words were finished, Kuang Cheng, Long Wenhua and An Donglin quickly carried the coffin, passed through the ghost villagers in the funeral procession, and hurried behind Su Che.

"What's going on? Why did Nie Hailin's portrait appear in Majia Lane, and... this coffin, look at the unpainted wood grain on it, and it was pried open by you with a butcher's knife The scratch marks left by the coffin seem to be exactly the same as the one we carried!" Long Wenhua stared at the other coffin with Nie Hailin's portrait hanging on it for a while, and then gradually withdrew his gaze and said in an unbelievable tone.

Apparently the young man in this portrait is none other than Nie Hailin who was killed by the death website.

"Based on the current situation, the supernatural events that happened during the Ghost Festival here in Wang County are even more evil than the series of supernatural events caused by the North Gate Evil in Baiping Town. What we encountered in the barren village before was an empty coffin , then will this coffin in Majia Lane contain Nie Hailin's body?"

It almost exceeded everyone's expectations. Su Che thought about what he would encounter after entering Majia Lane, bumping into a ghost asking for directions again, or encountering other emergencies, but he never thought that he would be in Majia Lane. In the alley, I saw Nie Hailin's portrait and another coffin suspected to contain his body.

I don't know if it was the illusion of Su Che and others. The moment they found that the two coffins were almost identical, there was a gloomy and cold aura that enveloped them, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

Su Che thought for a moment, "Forget it, let's not move it for now, so as not to cause any trouble. Anyway, one coffin can be buried, but two coffins can't be buried?"

The coffin filled with disposable mahogany swords became much lighter after walking out of the deserted village, and it could be lifted by Kuang Cheng and Long Wenhua, so Su Che simply called An Donglin, and the two forcibly hung the coffin with Nie Hailin on it. The coffin of the portrait was also raised.