No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

The students who were in the physical education class on the playground before suddenly panicked, and ran around in panic on the playground like headless chickens. The fearful cries of "the principal is back, the principal is back" can be heard endlessly.

Su Che looked around, and as expected, ghost lights were flickering in the teaching building opposite the playground. The faint green light made people feel panicked. A paper-made man wearing a tall hat and holding a mourning stick was inflated, and a paper-made mourning suit with a big belly Branded countless grimaces, chased countless terrified students like ducks, and ran away in all directions.

Among the countless figures of students, blood-colored long skirts shuttled among them, and mournful cries spread throughout the school.

"The paper-made man, another paper-made man..." Su Che looked at the paper-made man, it was dressed in plain white mourning clothes, completely different from the paper-made man in Huatian Building who wore festive red robes, he Secretly guessing, "Could it be that the ghost possessing Li Rusong also escaped from the Yongxiang of Chengnan Private Middle School?"

Panic riots continued to spread in the No. [-] Middle School, and the whole school seemed to be a hunting ground for paper-made people. The mourning sticks continued to run through the bodies of the fleeing students, and then they were eaten up by the countless grimaces branded on the paper-made people's mourning clothes. After one student, the plain white mourning clothes were stained with a trace of blood, and the terrifying aura exuding from it became stronger and stronger.

The big black dog timidly folded its tail, with green lights in its eyes. Facing the paper piercing man in plain white mourning, it was a little eager to try, but also a little scared.

Long Wenhua's subconscious chrysanthemum tightened, and his ominous premonition became stronger. The paper-wrapped men chasing the students stopped abruptly, and the grimaces branded on the plain white mourning clothes twisted in unison, looking at the work badges worn by Su Che and Zhao Hao. , revealing the emotions of greed and hunger.

A cold and suffocating feeling of terror came oncoming.

"It's turning into a red dress!" Zhao Hao whispered.

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"Turn into a red dress?" Long Wenhua couldn't believe it, "Can something as weird as a ghost be upgraded?"

The audience in the live broadcast room were almost boiling when they saw the continuous dramatic changes in the live broadcast. Although Long Wenhua had prepared similar scripts before, the scene in front of him was by no means fake.

The horror and despair portrayed on the faces of the students who were pierced with mourning sticks by paper piercers and eaten by scary grimaces branded in plain white mourning clothes even jumped out of the screen, making the audience feel scalp numb and frightened.

"Brother Long, is this really a ghost encounter? Why do I feel like it's real!"

"How is the battle at Reach?"

"To this day, some people still think that Brother Long is pretending to be a ghost? No way? No way?"

"That time at the Helong Hotel, I thought it was Brother Long who was writing the script. Could it be that Brother Long was really raped by a female ghost?"

"The Martian, forget it, don't save it, wait to die."

Zhao Hao's body trembled slightly involuntarily, his eyes showed nervousness, his hand kept touching the gun, ready to fire at any time.

"Don't be nervous, I have experience in dealing with paper sticks!" Su Che waved his hands indifferently.

The speed of the paper piercing man was very fast, almost at the moment when he stopped, he came towards Su Che and the others. The cold and suffocating feeling made Long Wenhua and Zhao Hao covered with goose bumps.

The big black dog, with its tail between its legs, hid behind Su Che uneasily, being as cowardly as possible.

Silently opening the backpack, Su Che took out a gasoline can that was left over from the last night fishing in Lanjiang, and squirted fiercely at the paper piercing people that came erratically.

The pungent gasoline smell permeated instantly, and Professor Yang's pointer in Su Che's hand flickered with a blazing electric arc, and hit the paper piercing person with a rattling sound. Show fear expression.

From the countless grimaces branded in plain mourning clothes came miserable ghostly screams.

Almost without any obstruction, the flammable paper man was quickly engulfed by the blazing flames and turned into a big fireball.

"Is it over?" Long Wenhua asked eagerly.

Su Che glanced at him, "You're thinking about shit, this is just the beginning!"

As soon as the words fell, the paper pierced man in the big fireball looked at Su Che strangely with eyes full of evil spirits, and a tragic smile appeared on the corners of his mouth outlined by pen and ink.

The strange black air pervading the No. [-] Middle School suddenly swept towards the paper-stitched people, covering the whole school, and the scenes in front of him turned into dreams. When the black air subsided, Su Che suddenly found himself in a room with the three of them and a dog. In the transparent and bright auditorium.

A middle-aged male teacher with a dull face stood on the podium in the auditorium, his eyes were as dull as his face, and he twisted his neck with difficulty to look at Su Che, "Zhao... Teacher Zhao Changxin, please come to the stage to give a lecture. …”

The desks under the stage in the auditorium were crowded with black heads of students. At the end of the auditorium, there were many male and female teachers holding courseware in their hands. They all looked at Su Che, and an invisible and terrifying malice almost hit their faces. .

Su Che walked to the podium without changing his expression, and threw the consecrated tombstone at the middle-aged male teacher with a sluggish face, "What's the matter with you, little brother? I'm a fucking teacher from the security department, and you asked me to speak publicly." Class, give me a salary and tell me to work two jobs, is it a shame for you?"

The middle-aged male teacher with a sluggish face screamed miserably, and the male and female teachers sitting in the back row of the auditorium holding courseware were in a mess. They had no idea that Su Che would not play cards according to common sense after he came to the stage.

Su Che kicked the middle-aged male teacher with a sluggish face off the podium, and said seriously, "As the saying goes, a country cannot live without a king, and of course No. [-] Middle School cannot live without a principal. After being cremated, now that I am a mere scumbag, I want to live the addiction of being the headmaster."

"Who agrees and who opposes?"

The male and female teachers present were silent, why Zhao Changxin, your painting style is different from all of us...

The atmosphere of silence lasted for a while, and no one expressed his opinion after a long time. Su Che said impatiently, "Since there is no objection, then I will be the principal without hesitation!"

Hearing Su Che's words, the male and female teachers present suddenly felt bad, and quickly shook their heads frantically, expressing their disapproval of this matter.

"What I'm saying is, shake your head to express agreement, and nod to express rejection." Su Che said calmly.

They started nodding wildly again.

"That's a good relationship. Everyone nodded and agreed with me to be the principal. It's really hard to turn down the kindness. I, Su, will reluctantly take over this burden!" Su Che smiled slightly.

"???" Everyone was dumbfounded. No matter we shake our heads or nod our feelings, we agree with each other. There is a law of heaven. Is there any law of the king?

The tender skin was torn off in an instant, and the terrifying grimaces branded on the plain white mourning clothes rose up, and came towards Su Che who was on the podium, screaming and screaming.

The faint green will-o'-the-wisp burst out, and the sinister wind penetrated into the bone marrow. Su Che didn't say a word of nonsense, and Professor Yang waved the pointer one after another, flashing arcs of electricity, and these terrifying grimaces twitched in place.

"You ghosts, you really don't want to drink a toast, and you don't listen to my gentle advice, do you have to ask someone from me, Su, to be obedient?" Su Che shouted viciously.

The horrified grimace that was knocked over by Su Che was drooling, trembling, he returned to the seat at the back of the auditorium, staring at the vicious looking Su Che on the podium cautiously.

Oh, so angry, why is he more fierce than a group of us ghosts alone? Is this reasonable?This is obviously unreasonable!

But what can they do, they are also desperate......

"Let me ask one last time. When I become the principal, who is in favor and who is against? I hope you'd better think clearly before answering, don't say that you didn't predict it!"

In the next second, these scary grimaces turned into amiable male and female teachers who honestly raised their hands.

boom.

The scene in front of me quickly changed, the crowded school auditorium turned yellow and dissipated like a faded old photo album, and the burning paper man jumped into view.

It's still the school's playground, it's still the students running away, it's still the campus that has faded from the dark red color.

The plain white mourning clothes imprinted with countless grimaces were stripped off the bamboo tendons inch by inch, and a painful and struggling expression appeared on its pale face.

The bamboo tendons that weave the skeleton quickly turned yellow and black under the flames, "I...I want to live, that's all..."

The consecrated tombstone in Su Che's hand smashed straight at it, sparks flew everywhere, and the charred bamboo tendons were shattered.

With the burning of the paper stick man to ashes, the disorderly riots in the chaotic No. [-] Middle School became more serious, and the fleeing students wrestled together like crazy.

A long blood-colored dress shuttled through the crowd of students, becoming the source of the commotion.

Su Che walked to the middle of the playground in two or three steps, and inserted the hot consecrated tombstone into the playground. Immediately, an incomparable heat wave enveloped the entire No. [-] Middle School.

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"Quiet!" Su Che's voice echoed throughout the No. [-] Middle School. He leaned on the tombstone inserted into the playground soil in one hand, and held Professor Yang's pointer in the other, and said with a smile, "Hi everyone, I am the new principal. , you can call me Principal Su!"

"Of course, calling the headmaster seems a bit extravagant. If you don't mind, you can regard me as your loving father!" The astonishing temperature of the consecrated tombstone continued to rise, and it didn't take long for the gloom brought by the paper piercing man to be brought about earlier. The environment is cleaned up.

The lonely will-o'-the-wisps gradually extinguished, and the consecrated tombstone emitted soft light, bringing light and warmth to No. [-] Middle School.

The disorderly riots on the playground came to an abrupt end, and all the grimaces that escaped from the paper-wrapped plain white mourning clothes were burned by this soft light, and the students who were wrestling together were lying on the ground with bloodless faces.

"Now, immediately, immediately, go back to class!"

As soon as these words came out, those grimaces and pale-faced students who were in great pain were immediately pardoned, and almost didn't need Su Che's urging again, and they disappeared on the playground very actively.

Soon, the spooky sound of reading could be heard from the dark second middle school full of dark red.

Long Wenhua felt speechless, but fortunately, he was not crushed by the female ghost this time, "Big...Brother, is this the end of the matter?"

"Probably not yet, we have to catch that female ghost in red!" Zhao Hao said belatedly.

Su Che vigorously tamped the consecrated tombstone inserted into the playground soil. He took out the morning glory from his backpack, and the flower buds turned slowly, pointing to the distance, "Now the whole school is our home field. Are we playing hide and seek? Someone Su likes to play hide-and-seek the most!"

Zhao Hao and Long Wenhua were sweating profusely.

......

Standing outside the 13 factory buildings in Zone D of the High-tech Park, Zhou Tan tied a long rope to the factory gate. The suspicious yellow powder flickered weakly fluorescent among the invisible ghosts, illuminating a narrow corridor until it led to the outside of the High-tech Park. .

Concentrated, Zhou Tan buried his head and walked into the 13 factory buildings. In the sight of ghost eyes, the darkness in the factory buildings did not pose any interference to him. He took a few steps forward, and suddenly saw a strange burning flame Floating in mid-air, looking at the past, a stabbing pain came from the ghost's eyes, he closed his eyes suddenly, and the hot tears couldn't stop flowing.

"It's not right. If Building 13 in District D is the core of ghosts, then where is the red-clothed ghost in Gaoxin Park?" Zhou Tan carefully walked around the paper lamp, not daring to let the light of the paper lamp shine on him.

Going forward, there are piles of semi-finished products. After being illuminated by the paper lamp, the ghost's eyes are still stinging hotly. After a long time, they can't slow down. The vision is pitch black, as if they are blind.

Relying on his weak vision to explore forward, a thick iron gate was blocked in front of him, filled with a strange smell mixed with iron rust and corpse odor, he pushed open the iron gate forcefully, the crack of the door was slightly opened, and a large black air appeared in his weak vision instantly .

The crowded factory building disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was the closed school gate of the No. [-] Middle School. In the world he saw with ghost eyes, the No. [-] Middle School was shrouded in a bloody mist, and an extremely dangerous aura almost It's the dark side coming.

Subconsciously trembling all over, Zhou Tan pulled out his pistol calmly, bowed his body and touched the security office on the side of the school gate, exposed half of his eyes to look inside the security office, a pale and dull face suddenly stuck in front of his eyes, Zhou Tan's heart tightened, and the blood vessels around the ghost's eyes bulged, but unexpectedly, the ghost in security uniform just repeated mechanically, "You...are not a student, so you can't enter..."

"?" A question mark popped up in Zhou Tan's mind. He glanced around and saw that someone had left a crumpled set of loose sportswear school uniform by the wall. The school badge is hung on the collar of the school uniform.

The security guard with a pale and sluggish face kept staring at him, making his heart tremble. In the eyes of ghosts, the No. [-] Middle School shrouded in a bloody mist seemed to come to life after the security guard spoke, releasing endless malice on him. .

"You... are not a student, so you cannot enter..." the security guard reminded again in a dull tone.

boom--

The bloody mist boiled in an instant, and a terror of near-death fell on his head, and the eyelids of the ghost eyes twitched wildly. He immediately understood that he had violated the taboo of the No. [-] Middle School of Ghost Creatures.

Undressing and changing in one go, Zhou Tan put on the loose school uniform, his photo was displayed on the school badge hanging on the neckline, the name column was still blank, but the class column gradually showed the handwriting of 'Grade 202 Class [-]'.

The security guard with a pale and dull face pressed the switch, the closed school gate slowly opened with an itchy creaking sound, his eyelids stopped twitching, he walked into the school gate, the security guard looked at him and said, "The new principal has promulgated new school regulations, all students You have to study hard and make progress every day, so go to class quickly..."

A sense of dizziness hit, and when Zhou Tan opened his eyes again, the sound of reading aloud came from his ears.

A terrifying grimace stood on the podium, flipped through the textbook and said to Zhou Tan in a ghostly tone, "Please stand up and answer the question!"

The students in the classroom slowly turned their heads, looking at Zhou Tan with lifeless eyes, and he stood up from his seat uncontrollably.

Scary Grimace asks a serious question, "Assuming x∈N*, the integer part of log2m is represented by F(x), then the value of F(1)+F(2)+... + F(1024) is ( )"

"A.8204, B.8192, C.9218, and D. None of the above are correct. This student, please tell me your answer."

A drop of cold sweat fell from Zhou Tan's forehead, and he yelled hysterically in his heart, "I was gouged out by a cat-faced old lady when I was just in the first year of high school, and I had no choice but to drop out of school and join the Special Service Department of Dongjiang Guoan, I can do high school math ass! "

Thinking silently about the metaphysical formula of three short and one long, Zhou Tan tentatively said, "Could the answer be...D?"

The scary grimace showed a strange smile, "The answer is wrong, this student's foundation is not solid, it seems that I have to make up for it..."

The world was spinning before his eyes, and Zhou Tan appeared in an empty classroom, and another scary grimace was pasted close to Zhou Tan, with a serious tone, "Yes, very energetic, then let's practice from the compulsory number five sequence questions. !"

The small blackboard was placed in front of Zhou Tan, and the scary grimace opened the textbook seriously, and began to teach Zhou Tan.

Bursts of brain demon sounds hit, and Zhou Tan, a high school dropout, fell asleep as if he had heard a lullaby, "Damn it, did I go to the ghosts to take in the red-clothed ghosts, or did I come to study high school mathematics?" !"