No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"And me, I want to commit suicide, soak in water, cut my wrists."

"A man who claimed to be a hermit rescued me. He told me that in a place called Jiangcheng, there was a hearse to death. I might find my future by boarding this train."

"This is my story." The woman who smelled burnt stopped her voice. She looked at Su Che and asked, "What about you? Why did you board this car?"

"The hermit told you that there is a bus No. 714 in Jiangcheng?" Su Che was a little puzzled, and his eyes gradually darkened.

The first thing he thought of was the group of lunatics that Mr. H said, "Could it be that the 714 bus was made by those lunatics?"

After thinking about it, he felt that it was unlikely, because after Dongjiang Guoan intervened in the serial murder incident of bus No. 714 in Jiangcheng Third People's Hospital, it did not deal with bus No. 714 immediately, but instead shifted the focus of work to the River Lane Bridge. above.

That means that the No. 714 bus is not the highest priority in the eyes of Dongjiang Guoan, at least not for now.

On a rainy night ten years ago...the 714 bus sank into the Lanjiang River and disappeared...Banjiang Bridge...Tangshan Reservoir...

One clue after another appeared in Su Che's mind, but he still couldn't find the connection among them, "It seems that after tonight, I have to go to Tangshan Reservoir."

"What about you? Why did you board this car?" Seeing that Su Che hadn't spoken out for a long time, the woman exuding a burnt smell asked again, and the obsessive madness in her eyes became even more intense.

"Me?" Su Che withdrew his thoughts, and a tangle flashed in his eyes, "I have a friend who was haunted by a ghost on this train. It was half a month ago. I'm coming tonight Let’s make a break, that’s all.”

After Su Che's words fell, there was a faint chuckle in the carriage, and the malicious laughter was especially eye-catching in the dead silence of the carriage.

Looking around, the one who sneered was the tall and thin man holding the oiled paper umbrella tightly. He put the oiled paper umbrella dripping with black blood on his lap again, and said slowly in a reminiscing tone, "It's a boring story. "

He put his hand on the oil-paper umbrella, as if he was waiting for everyone's next reaction. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, not only did everyone not make a sound, but they looked at him with pity.

Strong doubts flashed in the thin and tall man's mind, "Why do they look at me with such strange eyes, did I say something wrong?"

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"It's impolite for you to look at him like this. What if you scare him?"

Su Che sat next to the tall and thin man holding the oil-paper umbrella tightly, and said slowly, "What's your name, brother?"

"Why do you ask this?" The tall and thin man holding the oil-paper umbrella was like a frightened bird, watching Su Che who was sitting next to him vigilantly.

From the strange reactions of other passengers, the tall and thin man holding the oil-paper umbrella keenly realized that he seemed to have provoked some terrifying existence. He held the handle of the oil-paper umbrella very hard, thick blue blood vessels emerged, and his skin was soggy due to the force. Slightly pale, "Who are you?"

"This question is a bit difficult to answer, let me think about it first." Su Che pondered.

The tall and thin man holding the oil-paper umbrella was at a loss, "I asked who you are, and you still got confused. Could it be that you have some ulterior identity?"

"I, Su, am a professional psychologist on the surface, but in fact, I work part-time as a takeaway boy secretly. I am also a non-staff member of the Nanfeng Town Police Station and an intelligence informant of the secret unit. I was recently elected against all opinions. I am the acting principal of Jiangcheng No. [-] Middle School and the current president of the Ghost Story Association, but I prefer to be called Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen! Do you understand me when I say that?" Su Che used a series of titles in Guankou Say it in one breath.

"What, what?" The tall and thin man holding the oil-paper umbrella was dumbfounded, as if he didn't understand what Su Che said at all.

He said his title again, "Do you understand?"

Shaking his head blankly, the tall and thin man holding the oil-paper umbrella was stunned. Su Che patted him on the shoulder, feeling that his body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people, "Don't worry about so many details, you just told the story between me and her It's boring, so tell me why you boarded this bus."

"If your story dissatisfies me, you have to think about the consequences." Pulling out the butcher knife, Su Che was still not satisfied, and swiped Professor Yang's whip on the butcher knife, causing the lightning to scatter.

The free electric arc fell on the tall and thin man holding the oiled paper umbrella, and the static electricity crackled. He trembled like an electric shock, and abruptly withdrew his hand from the oiled paper umbrella.

Su Che swiftly put away the butcher's knife, and snatched the oiled paper umbrella from his hand. The dark blood appeared from the handle of the umbrella, and the oily wooden umbrella handle was soaked with dense black and red blood, which was cold and bleak. A biting chill spread from the handle of the oil-paper umbrella to Su Che's hand.

The blood-stained "two" appeared close to Su Che's shadow, and a coldness deeper than that of the oil-paper umbrella surged from Su Che's body, and the black and red blood threads densely covering the handle of the umbrella were like a mouse meeting a cat The indented closed umbrella surface.

"Give me back the umbrella." The tall and thin man waved his hands like crazy and grabbed Su Che.

Professor Yang's pointer in Su Che's hand flashed a slight electric arc, which made the tall and thin man twitch and tremble, "Tell your story, and I'll give you back the umbrella."

Emotions of both resentment and fear were brewing in the eyes of the tall and thin man. Only now did he realize that the other passengers in the carriage would look at him as if they were insane. It turned out that this man who claimed to be an enthusiastic citizen Mr. Get up!

The facial features were crowded together, and the tall and thin man felt the mocking eyes from all directions in the carriage, and said timidly, "Do you know Amway?"

"Shut up and tell the story honestly!" Professor Yang's pointer in Su Che's hand flashed an arc, ready to hit the tall and thin man at any time.

"My...my story is related to Amway." The tall and thin man carefully explained to Su Che, he felt the horror beyond death from the suspicious metal stick flashing high-voltage electricity in Su Che's hand, no need Su Che continued to ask, telling his own story in a bamboo tube.

"Before the New Year's Eve, I met a female classmate I haven't seen for a long time. She is the goddess I have been secretly in love with in high school. The relationship between the two parties is more than a friend. I have a thin skin, so I have never dared to confess. I only know her I found a boyfriend during college, and then I slowly drifted away and lost contact.

This time she actually took the initiative to say hello to me. We sat in the milk tea shop we frequented most in high school and talked a lot about the past, the future, poetry and distant places.It turned out that she broke up with her boyfriend and returned to Jiangcheng.While chatting, she suddenly asked me if I was free the next day, and said that there was a family-based event, and she wanted me to go with her. Immediately agreed.

On the night of Qixi Festival, the moon is like a hook. I came to the venue half an hour early with flowers in my hand. She welcomed me in, asked me to sit down, and quietly asked me: Do you know Amway..."

Speaking of this, the tall and thin man squeezed out two tears from the corners of his eyes, "I was quite shocked. I used the excuse that something happened at work, and went home in a daze. Passing an alley, I saw a wrinkled old woman bending over. Bow down and burn a brazier at the intersection, the old woman glanced at me, turned her head and left without saying a word, I watched her enter a door in the alley."

"At this time, there was a sudden heavy rain, and I hid under the eaves at the entrance of the alley to hide from the rain. The old lady who had just lit the brazier suddenly appeared behind me, handed me an oiled paper umbrella, and asked me to lend it to support me home. I I didn't think much about it at the time, it was raining heavily, and it would definitely not stop for a while, and no taxi passed by after waiting for a long time, so I could only thank her and took the umbrella from her, and planned to walk home."

"But she stopped me suddenly and said that I would come back here in three days and return the umbrella to her. Hearing what she said, I took out fifty yuan and handed it to her, saying that I would buy the oil-paper umbrella. , she shook her head and said she would not sell it."

"I still find it strange that fifty yuan can buy a few oil-paper umbrellas, but this old lady doesn't sell them."

"Going home with an umbrella, I didn't pay much attention to what happened to the old woman. After that day, I put it behind me."

"Three days later... I didn't return the umbrella. That night I dreamed about the old lady who borrowed the umbrella. In the dream, she asked me why I didn't keep the promise and didn't return the umbrella to her."

"Afterwards, strange things began to appear. The inexplicable blood smeared on the kitchen, the sound of flushing water from the unoccupied bathroom at night, the parrot and orange cat at home died strangely, as if they were stripped of their fur by something , I fell asleep in bed and found myself lying naked on the balcony the next day with inexplicable bruises on my body..."

"I was almost driven crazy by her torture. The night before yesterday, she appeared in my dream again and told me to wait for a bus at Yongping Road Station after midnight tonight. Put this oil-paper umbrella on the platform of the terminal station, and she will stop pestering me."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Su Che eagerly, "My story is over, can you return the umbrella to me?"

"You were tricked by the old man who lent you your umbrella." The woman with a burnt smell turned her face sideways, her bloodshot eyes became more and more frantic, "Hehe...there is no end point for this train , she is lying to you."

The speed of the vehicle slowed down, the torrential rain outside the window was still torrential, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the blurred outline of the building began to become distorted, converging from both sides to the middle, interweaving above the bus, dark, gloomy, and depressing.

An old-fashioned bus stop sign with illegible writing was erected on the side of the road, and there was a bang and thunder, and the short light illuminated the whole world.

'Jiangdu Garden Station'

On rainy nights, old-fashioned bus stop signs are erected on the side of the road, and what is photographed on the road signs is rain.

What fell on the ground was blood.

This is, Jiangdu Garden Station ten years ago...

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The No. 714 bus slowly stopped at the side of the road, the door was opened, and the torrential rain mixed with the cool night wind poured into the compartment.

In the eyes of the thin and tall man, there were two ghost figures standing one behind the other on the originally empty platform, with thick black leather clothes draped over their bodies, staring blankly at the crowd of passengers already sitting on the platform with blackened eye sockets. In the carriage, behind it, was another middle-aged man in a short-sleeved T-shirt. He looked a little tired, and seemed to be an office worker who had just finished working overtime.

The two got into the car through the front door in silence, the dim headlights flickered a few times, and their faces could not be seen clearly under the dim light.

Su Che's seat was diagonally facing the front door of the bus, so he could clearly see that the ghost in a black fur coat was the spoon killer who was kicked into the No. 714 bus by him.

On the contrary, Su Che's figure also appeared in the violent pupils of the Spoon Killer's blackened eye sockets. It stood motionless at the front door, and suddenly tore off the black leather coat on its body, and fumbled for a piece shorter than its own index finger. The stainless steel spoon, rushing over, wanted to give Su Che a bang on the forehead.

Su Che pulled out the butcher's knife from his waist with lightning speed, and looked at the spoon killer who came to the door again with unkind eyes, "Knock me once, and I'll chop you up, chop you up and leave you on the bus." Che, believe it or not?"

The Spoon Killer froze. It hesitated. It began to doubt life. It held the stainless steel spoon that was not much longer than the index finger. Compared with the butcher's knife in Su Che's hand, it decided to take a risk.

Wield the stainless steel spoon and hit Su Che on the head.

Su Che immediately blocked with a knife, and at the same time, Professor Yang's pointer in his hand flashed a blazing blue arc, intertwined with the blade of the pig-killing knife, and chopped on the stainless steel spoon swung by the spoon killer. , The stainless steel spoon in the spoon killer's hand was split in two by the butcher's knife intertwined with blazing blue arcs.

The strength of the butcher's knife that cut off the stainless steel spoon remained unabated, and it slashed fiercely at the spoon slayer. The blazing blue arc intertwined with the blade of the butcher's knife exploded instantly, black smoke billowed up, and a huge knife mark was printed on the spoon slayer's body. body, almost cutting it in half.

Withdrawing the knife and kicking the legs in one go, Su Che directly kicked the spoon killer out of the car through the front door, and glanced at the faces of all the passengers in the car, "Is there anyone else who wants to tell a story? It's time to do something!"

As soon as a word is said, a needle can be heard in the carriage.

The face of the middle-aged male passenger wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt on the bus after the Spoon Killer changed drastically. His whole body swelled and deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye. It turned white and smelly, and a suffocating smell of rancid fish was transmitted from it. out, spreading to the entire carriage.

"That's right, that's the smell!" The butcher's knife in Su Che's hand continued to slash at it, which was simpler and more straightforward than cutting on the Spoon Killer. A large number of rotten fish corpses were wrapped in the muddy river and killed from it. The place where the pig's knife split was spewing out.

Jiangdu Garden Station.

The torrential rain poured down from a high altitude, patting the road signs, and the falling blood soaked the platform.

In this pool of blood, a broken and whitish corpse lay in front of the platform, and was washed away by the heavy rain. There was a huge wound running through the chest and abdomen of the Spoon Killer, and he was chopped into two pieces by the butcher's knife. stainless steel spoon, staring blankly at the No. 714 bus that disappeared into the rain.

The whirling wind blew over, and it let out an unwilling roar, and immediately spewed thick black smoke from the huge wound on its chest and abdomen.

When the black smoke cleared, it disappeared without a trace.

Only a stainless steel spoon that was broken in two was left quietly lying on the ground where the rainwater gathered.

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Seeing Su Che kill the two ghosts with a flick of his fingers, Xiao Tiantian, who occupies two seats in the back row, uttered, "President, you are so fierce!"

Su Che felt a chill. He ignored Britney, turned around and looked at the other five passengers who boarded the bus with the ghost in uniform, and said directly, "The living sit on the left, the dead sit on the right, stand up without a ghost, Be quick and save everyone trouble."

Before the words were finished, the images of the five passengers who subdued the ghost and boarded the bus instantly changed, and wet water droplets fell from their bodies. Without exception, they were all passengers who were killed in the disappearance of the 714 bus ten years ago.

"How many ghosts are there?" Su Che didn't even want to use the ghosts in his backpack, pointing at the five swollen and whitish murdered passenger ghosts, he said slowly to the members of the Ghost Story Association, "I'll leave it to you!"

As soon as these words came out, the members of the Guitan Association who had been waiting for a long time were all gearing up and preparing to do a big job.

And the five murdered passengers who were swollen and whitish obviously didn't expect that tonight's No. 714 bus had already been wrapped up by the Ghost Story Association under the leadership of Su Che, and it was in a situation where there were more people than ghosts.

"This bus doesn't seem to be as scary as I imagined."

Xiao Tiantian's fat face turned left and right, and soon she found a swollen and whitish murdered passenger. The plastic seat under her body was crushed by her meaty body, and a huge meaty mountain moved toward the swollen and whitish passenger. The murdered passenger slammed down.

The sizzling fat seeped out of Xiaotiantian's fat rapidly, and there was a burst of oily stench in the compartment. Countless yellow-brown grease suddenly appeared on the swollen and white body of the murdered passenger who was crushed by Xiaotiantian. Little point, the next moment, the swollen and whitish corpse of the murdered passenger was torn apart, and the turbid river water and rotting fish corpses gushing out from it sprayed Britney all over her body.

Kuang Cheng glanced at Britney in distaste, but did not speak. His exposed skin was covered with thick black hair, and sharp fangs protruded from his lips, and he slapped a nearby murdered passenger The body was torn into pieces.

Fatty Qian, who looked the most like a normal person, showed the horror that made everyone dumbfounded. He attacked the body of the passenger who was killed closest to him like a zombie, and tore up the swollen and white body in a few minutes. Swallowed into the stomach.

The other two passengers who were killed were directly stunned by the performance of the three members of the Guitan Association. Why do you three look more disgusting than ghosts? What are you doing?

After disposing of the last two passengers who were killed, the huge 714 bus compartment was filled with Su Che's own people. He frowned and looked at the three members of the Ghost Story Association, "Can't you be more normal? It's easy to let People misunderstood our Guitan Association as an illegal organization, and the impact it caused was very bad!"

"I also want to act normal. Back then, I, Xiao Tiantian, was also a well-known rising star in Jiangcheng's broadcasting industry. I was known as a flower in Jiangcheng. But since I was haunted by ghosts, I have become the ghost I am now. I usually don't even have a door. Dare to come out..."

Britney got up from the torn apart body of the murdered passenger full of resentment.

After Fatty Qian swallowed the whole corpse, he behaved a little more normally. His face turned green, he stuck his fingers in his throat and retched, but he couldn't spit out anything.

"The members of the Ghost Story Association are all poor people who are haunted by ghosts and intend to seek redemption in ghost stories." The black hair on Kuang Cheng's face faded, he looked at Britney, and looked again, still vomiting Fatty Qian said to Su Che, "We are more eager than anyone else to return to a normal life, but unfortunately, this is obviously impossible...Since the day we got involved in the strange talk, we have become There's a strange story."

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The No. 714 bus driven by Li Zhiwen was driving on the twisted and narrow road. Everything seemed to return to the rainy night ten years ago, but the No. 714 bus tonight was peaceful.

After the Spoon Killer got on the bus, the No. 714 bus drove forward for a long time, and no other victim passengers got on the bus.