No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Mr. K said silently, "I think there is such a possibility."

"Then didn't he become the president of the association as soon as he joined the association?" Fatty Qian gasped.

Long Wenhua's voice came from the last row, "That's not nonsense. My elder brother claims to be Jiangcheng ghosts, and eight hundred ghosts died in his hands. Let him be the president and wrong you?"

"From Helong Hotel to Anzhen Hospital, and then to Chengnan High-tech Park, where have we not been? What ghosts have not appeared in front of us? I, Long, chatted and laughed happily with them!"

"The elder brother you mentioned, what's his name?" A gust of wind blew in, and a cold female voice appeared beside Long Wenhua's ear.

Long Wenhua shuddered, "Although I don't know what my elder brother's surname is, but in my heart, he is my real brother!"

"Oh." A sneer.

Just as everyone was talking, a few more people were thrown out of the gray mist. All the members of the association came out of the strange talk except for the newcomer who suddenly looked like a person. Mr H.

At the same time, in the world of ghost stories.

There were voices that appeared many times beside my ears.

'One: Headless Ghost'

'Whether to enter the strange talk'

Saying 'yes' silently in his heart, Su Che first observed the surrounding environment as usual.

The neon lights illuminate the night sky. This is a shopping plaza outside a shopping mall. Loud square dance music can be heard in your ears, and there are some uncles and aunts dancing around.The huge electronic billboards were showing advertisements, and Su Che looked at them for a while, and they were all products from five or six years ago.

He looked into the distance, this is a huge strange talk space, almost covering the entire city.

Jingcheng.

Su Che knew the name of the city from the taxi body advertisements passing by the roadside from time to time, and this city did not show its strange atmosphere as wantonly as the strange stories he had experienced before.

"Young man, what are you doing? If you don't dance in the square dance, don't stand here and get in the way!" The aunt dancing in the square dance looked at Su Che who was standing among the dancing crowd with dissatisfaction, "Stand like a log, let's get started open!"

"En?" Su Che was pushed out of the dancing crowd by the square dancing aunt. He was a little confused. If he didn't know that this is a world of strange stories, he would have been really fascinated by the strong life in front of him, watching him being pushed out. The dancing aunt of the crowd, Su Che asked very seriously:

"Auntie, do you think there are ghosts in Jingcheng?"

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"Ghost?" The dancing aunt looked at Su Che hesitantly. She felt that the young man in front of her was probably out of her mind, and asked herself if there were any ghosts in Jingcheng. Simple, outstanding people, how could there be such a discordant thing as ghosts?"

"Isn't there?" Su Che carried the backpack and then emerged from the crowd of square dancers under the puzzled eyes of the dancing aunt, muttering, "It's okay, I already have it now!"

[Li Rusong's human skin mask (cold and suffocating, exuding a ghostly breath)]

【Paper tied mourning clothes (clothes made of white paper, why don't you try wearing them?)】

Dressed in a paper mourning dress and Li Rusong's human skin mask, Su Che instantly exudes a cold aura, and his figure slowly disappears from the eyes of the square dancing crowd.

The square dancing aunt who spoke to Su Che just now stared at the place where Su Che disappeared, rubbed her eyes hard, her face turned pale, "Ghost... the young man just now is a ghost ..."

......

From that day on.

I was trapped in this dream.

Repeating the same nightmare day after day.

It was completely dark outside the window, Han Jinlin stopped what he was doing and looked out of the dark window, an inexplicable impulse drove him to open the door and step into the deep night.

There was a rustling sound, and someone was walking softly in the aisle of the corridor.

Han Jinlin closed the door, and a familiar voice appeared in his ears, "Isn't this... the house where the dead people were? How did the door open..."

"Because it's haunted!" Han Jinlin repeated this sentence countless times in a faint tone.

Looking at the upstairs neighbor who was so frightened and ran away, Han Jinlin smiled helplessly. He couldn't remember how many times the upstairs neighbor was scared away by him, and he couldn't remember how many times he repeated it at this time every night. How many times have you walked out the door.

"Since that day, I have been repeating this nightmare day after day." Han Jinlin buried his head down the stairs, the dark corridor was empty, but there was the sound of someone walking, and the voice-activated lights lit up one after another. The lamps go out.

Everything was repeated, except for the black book in his hand, which recorded more and more strange stories.

Even on the title page of the black book, many names of people he didn't know appeared, some of them disappeared, and some remained.

Mr. H, Mr. J, Britney, Mr. K, Fatty Qian, Ms. G...

Except that Mr. H was a character written by himself, he didn't know any of the above names. He suspected more than once that after he made up his mind that night, Mr. H in the book "Ghost Talk Association" came to life from the book.

Mr. H brought the Ghost Story Association to the world outside the black book, but he was trapped in the book, repeating the same nightmare day after day, and became one of the ghost stories recorded in the black book.

Walking downstairs, Han Jinlin regained some freedom. He has a few minutes to freely decide his own route for tonight, and he can even find time to do some other things.

Opening the black book, Han Jinlin found that there were six more red names on the title page of the book, namely: An Donglin, Wu Qinglian, Long Wenhua, Zhou Li, Su Che, and Mingyun.

Among them, the names of An Donglin and Mingyun have a touch of blood, while the names of Wu Qinglian, Long Wenhua and Zhou Li have only a vague outline, as if they will be erased at any time.

As for the name Su Che...

It stands out among the many names and code names on the title page, and it is condensed with a deep red color, almost bleeding.

After repeated comparisons by Han Jinlin, the color intensity of the name Su Che has reached the level of his character Mr. H.

"Su Che..." Han Jinlin called out the name silently. When he called out the name, he felt a deep malice attacking him.

The bloody mark that Su Che provoked in Tengda Building didn't seem to be coming to an end.

'two'

The bloody characters of No. [-] appeared from the bottom right of the name 'Su Che' on the title page of the black book, and ooze blood on the paper, which made Han Jinlin feel that this word was better than the hideous pig-head mask he met every night The men are even more terrifying.

Closing the pages of the book, Han Jinlin's forehead turned cold, "I'm too sweet to be treated like a ghost. It's nothing more than being persecuted by a pig-headed masked man every night. Now it's so scary to pretend to be named by just any name. What should I do?"

A few minutes passed by, and Han Jinlin continued to repeat the previous path uncontrollably and walked out.

The unchanging scenery passed before his eyes, and he knew everything about it by heart, "Ten seconds later, a taxi passed me."

After tens of moments of silence in my heart, with a whoosh, a taxi full of passengers sped past Han Jinlin, "When you turn the intersection, there will be a young man in a fur coat, and he will hit me three times in a row. sneeze."

As Han Jinlin said, after turning this intersection, he bumped into a young man in a fur coat. Neither side gave in. Han Jinlin passed through the young man directly. Stretched up, shook a few times, and sneezed three times in a row.

Afterwards, he looked around curiously, "It's strange, it's not windy, why is there a sudden chill, is there anyone speaking ill of me behind my back?"

"Two minutes later, the last night bus stopped in front of me. There was a little girl on the bus who could see me when she got off the bus and bumped into me. She subconsciously apologized and was scared to cry... "Continue to move forward, Han Jinlin is always talking to himself.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Han Jinlin walked forward uncontrollably, and two minutes passed in a flash.

Han Jinlin looked at the empty bus stop, and a question mark popped up in his mind, "It's strange, the scene that was repeated [-] times... unexpectedly there was a deviation... ..What's going on? Is it because of that person?"

Soon the answer appeared in front of him. The man with the pig face mask who shouldn't have appeared suddenly ran out from the dark street beside him. A huge knife wound split from the forehead of the pig face mask to his chin, almost killing his entire body. The face of a pig is cut in two from the middle.

Through the open wound of the pig face mask, Han Jinlin saw the real face of the man with the pig face mask for the first time. It was a terrifying man's face with countless strange patterns branded on it. Pus dripped from around the mask.

His eyes were full of madness, and his mouth kept chanting prayers with unknown meanings, looking like a fanatic cultist.

And the headless red-clothed ghost who would emerge from behind him every night pulled most of his broken body, clinging half-dead to the back of the pig-faced masked man.

Behind the pig-faced masked man, there was a gust of cold wind. A pig-killing knife was in one hand, and he was wearing a strange pale paper mourning dress. The skin on his face was twisted, like a man wearing a human skin mask chasing after him. .

The two sides passed by each other, and Han Jinlin saw a look of surprise in the eyes of the man in paper-tied mourning clothes, followed by this man, and his enthusiastic shout, "Another ghost? Jingcheng really The folk customs are simple and honest, and the ghosts are always delivered to the door, so it saves me looking everywhere, which is great!"

A huge force hit his face, and Han Jinlin suddenly found that he was lifted by the man in paper mourning clothes, and the cold butcher's knife was aimed at his head.

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cold.

Bitter cold.

Although Han Jinlin has long since become a ghost and has forgotten what it feels like to be cold, he can still feel the terrifying aura from this man far surpassing that of the pig-faced masked man.

He wanted to escape, but was held by a man in paper mourning clothes, and he was powerless to resist.

The pig-killing knife that flashed cold light slowly enlarged in his eyes. For some reason, Han Jinlin always felt that this pig-killing knife was somewhat different from the pig-killing knife described in the strange talk of "Deng Butcher" recorded in the black book resemblance.

"I'm going to die." Han Jinlin's heart that had stopped beating couldn't help tightening, "I'm definitely going to die!"

He stared at the pig-killing knife, and an astonishing guess emerged from the bottom of his heart, and when the pig-killing knife was about to fall on his head, he said repeatedly in an uncertain voice, "You are Su Che? That Su Che who just joined the Ghost Story Association?"

"You know me?" Su Che looked at the ghost in his hand suspiciously. This is a pale man with thick black-rimmed glasses, an ordinary-looking and fat man, if it is not a ghost , Su Che won't even look at the passer-by character.

Han Jinlin stared at the pig-killing knife less than one centimeter away from his forehead. The light projected by the cold and cold blade made him feel cold. This is indeed the pig-killing knife that can kill ghosts in Deng Butcher's Strange Talk, "I ...I don't know you, but I've seen your name in the Guitan Association..."

"Ghost Story Association, my name?" Su Che became even more confused, not to mention the Ghost Story Association, he never even mentioned himself in front of Long Wenhua and An Donglin, two familiar ghosts and people. Who is the last name? This ghost who has never met in front of him can say his name out of nowhere, which surprised Su Che, "Where did you know?"

Seeing that Su Che's eyes were getting more and more dangerous, and there was a danger of cutting his own head with a butcher's knife at any moment, Han Jinlin's heart was terrified. After thinking for a while, he took out the black book and flipped through it. Open the book page and point out the densely packed names on the title page to Su Che, "Here! I know your name from here!"

Up to now, the name Su Che has successfully replaced Mr. H as the darkest existence on the list, especially the 'two' in the lower right corner of the name oozes blood, dyeing the surrounding paper red.

"Is this word still there?" Su Che was speechless for a moment. Ever since the handprint of the headless ghost baby was smashed in Anzhen Hospital, the blood-soaked word 'two' hadn't appeared for a long time. When the head ghost and infant handprints died together, it actually reappeared.

It seems that the ghost that came out of Yongxiang, a private middle school in the south of the city, is indeed difficult to deal with. Although it has been burned to pieces by the mahogany sword, the imprint it left on Su Che's body still exists.

Su Che's memory of Yongxiang is still fresh, the horror beyond the red clothes makes people unable to look directly at it, the system simply answered 'not enough' at the beginning, and Su Che didn't know that Yongxiang could not reach the difficulty level of hell, Even the difficulty of hell-level tasks can't match it.

Seeing Su Che sinking into deep thought, Han Jinlin heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that his ghost life was saved, "You see, I didn't lie to you!"

"Where did you get this book?" Su Che withdrew his thoughts, took the black book from Han Jinlin's hand, and flipped through a few pages. They were all short strange stories, many of which were even his own personal experience.

Han Jinlin stared anxiously at Su Che who was flipping the pages of the book. He was a little curious whether this book would swallow Su Che like the headless ghost in red. Unfortunately, after a long time, Su Che was still flipping through the book, There is no sign of being swallowed, "I... My name is Han Jinlin, and I am a writer."

"My name is Su Che. As you know, I'm probably...a psychiatrist?" Su Che had a sense of illusion about his psychiatrist career after not going to work for a long time, "And then what?" ? What do you want to say?"

"..." Han Jinlin was silent for a while before speaking, "The Guild of Strange Talks is the book I wrote."

"Wait, what did you say?" Su Che felt that he didn't hear clearly and asked again, "Say it again!"

"The Guild of Strange Talks is the book I wrote!" Han Jinlin emphasized, telling Su Che all about how he got inspiration from book friends to create the book "The Guild of Strange Talks" and then died suddenly while rushing to draft it. Then she looked at Su Che anxiously, waiting for his next words.

After hearing Han Jinlin's experience, Su Che pieced together the messy information in his head, "You mean, Mr. H from the Ghost Story Association is neither a ghost nor a person, but a character who escaped from your book , He trapped you in the world of ghost stories and repeated the day you encountered ghost stories countless times. And he created the ghost story association outside?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure, I've been trapped in the world of ghost stories for a long time..." Han Jinlin lowered his tone.

Su Che frowned, "No, this Mr. H is the character that book friend asked you to arrange. Haven't you ever thought that this book friend might be a ghost?"

"Is the book friend a ghost? It's unlikely. I did die suddenly due to exhaustion from rushing for a long time..." Han Jinlin still didn't believe Su Che's speculation.

"If the story you told is true, then you would have died before you found out that your corpse died suddenly and decomposed!" Su Che shook his head, "Passers-by are pointing at you because they have already discovered the abnormality on your body. Dead bodies floating around did not cause panic, when did you die?"

Han Jinlin shook his head in confusion, he couldn't remember why he died.

"There is definitely something wrong with this book friend!" Su Che closed the black book with one hand.