No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Li Suxue's eyes twinkled with longing, and she kept pestering Su Che with questions.

Not long after, on the first day that the Third People's Hospital resumed work, Su Che was driven home by Director Zhao. Before leaving, Director Zhao said, "Xiao Su, you kicked the patient's three roots. The rib matter has spread, and some unscrupulous media who eat human blood steamed buns may have their eyes on you. In order to avoid the situation from escalating, you should go home temporarily to avoid the limelight, and return to work after the patient is healed and discharged from the hospital .”

Standing outside the gate of the Third People's Hospital, Su Che turned his head and looked at the six gilt characters of "Third People's Hospital", feeling a little confused for a moment.

I, Su Che, a psychiatrist, was kicked out for beating a patient on the first day back to work!

It's so cool to not have to work, but still get paid for nothing!

After standing on the side of the road for a long time, Su Che reached out to stop a taxi, and after getting into the car, a familiar voice said from the taxi driver in the driver's seat, "Oh, young man, we met again, why? You are not healthy Are you comfortable coming to the Third Hospital for treatment?"

"I... am a doctor." Su Che was speechless looking at the taxi driver who was in the taxi driver's seat with his head on the Mediterranean Sea.

Evil fate!

Su Che found that the fat taxi driver in front of him with his head above the Mediterranean Sea was really hard-fated. The three taxi drivers who had driven him before had encountered supernatural events before or after. Now, it may not matter whether they dare to drive the night bus or not. It's a problem, only the one in front of me.

For the third time, he is still strong!

"I really don't see it, young man, where are you going?" The fat Mediterranean driver turned around and asked Su Che.

Su Che thought for a moment, "Go to Jiangdu Garden."

"Why do you always go to the unfinished building over Jiangdu Garden? The ghost story about the driver, Sister Wu, accidentally entered the Ghost Story Association, but it happened in the unfinished building over Jiangdu Garden. The thief is terrifying!" The fat Mediterranean driver was puzzled. Looking at Su Che.

Su Che explained, "I have a few friends living there, driver, please drive first. By the way, continue with the story you didn't finish last time. I'm quite curious. That taxi driver Xiao Hu ended up driving." What's the matter?"

"Okay!" There was a sly smile on the fat Mediterranean driver's mouth. His ability to tell stories to attract business has always been good. "Last time we talked about the taxi driver Xiao Hu Qingshan encountering a ghost outside the mental hospital. Let's continue to talk about it last time." .”

"How to get to Majia Lane?

Xiao Hu felt as if he was standing next to the ice cubes. He was scared away by the dangerous psychopath who was carrying him. He was steaming and sweating profusely. Khan, it became cold in an instant, and he even shivered from the cold! "

"The driver Xiao Hu who just drove the night bus for a short time immediately remembered the taboos mentioned by us old drivers in the group. Don't ignore people who ask for directions on the night bus. Even if they are not ghosts, they may want to rob the car and rob Robber, after all, who is a decent person who stays up late at night and runs around without knowing the way?"

Chapter 310 Five Jiangcheng Veteran Drivers Late Night Driving Skills Exchange Group

Su Che felt a little offended by the map cannon driven by Fafu Mediterranean's driver. After all, isn't he the kind of person who often runs around without sleeping at night?

When the fat Mediterranean driver said this, he tilted his head and smiled, "It's thanks to Xiaohu who listened to our old drivers, otherwise he would have confessed to Qingshan Mental Hospital!"

He went on to say, "Xiao Hu, who knew that he had hit a ghost, didn't dare to answer the old man who was covered in ice. The night shift old drivers meet.

How to get to Majia Lane?

The old man's voice did not have any emotional fluctuations, and he repeated this sentence over and over again with Xiao Hu.

At that time, Xiao Hu's heart almost jumped out of fright, the street lights on the avenue were still far away, and the cold wind of the night was blowing on him, coupled with the coldness of the old man like ice, in this short period of time, Xiao Hu I found my drenched clothes were tightly attached to my body, young man, have you heard the ghost story about the drowning person looking for a substitute? "

The fat Mediterranean driver asked suddenly.

"I know." Su Che opened his mouth and answered, he was familiar with the drowned ghost.

The fat Mediterranean driver nodded sullenly, "At that time, Xiao Hu felt that his sweat-soaked clothes seemed to reach out, pulling his feet and preventing him from going forward."

"However, this is not the most frightening thing. When Xiao Hu found that his feet were pulled by something, as if stuck in the quicksand and could not move, a gust of wind suddenly came behind him. It turned out to be the old man who was like an ice cube. I don't know when he has walked behind him, less than ten centimeters away from him.

How to get to Majia Lane?

Xiao Hu could even feel the cold air coming out of the old man's mouth when he spoke, the sourness was unbelievable!

A gloomy, cold, and bloody smell emanated from the old man, and Xiao Hu's body was tense to the extreme.

How to get to Majia Lane?

The old man is still asking.

Xiao Hu covered his mouth, not daring to say a word at all. "

As for this, the fat Mediterranean driver said with a soft smile pretending to be mysterious, "Young man, do you know how the driver Xiao Hu got rid of the road-seeking ghost in the end?"

"If I knew, would I still pay to listen to your story?" Su Che said angrily. The story told by this fat Mediterranean driver is not very good, but he is very good at creating suspense to attract business.

The smile on the fat Mediterranean driver's face gradually faded, you young man didn't follow the routine, he coughed twice to conceive the language for a moment, and then said, "At this moment, the driver Xiaohu thought that he must be dead, so he asked for directions. The ghost is so close to him, it's easy to kill him."

"However, the old man couldn't cross such a short distance, not only that, even the things that were holding his feet to prevent him from moving forward also let go without a sound.

Feeling this, Xiao Huna still dared to stay. He even ran on the small road, not daring to look behind. Appearing in front of him, Xiao Hu glanced back with lingering fear, but it was this glance that made him discover something extraordinary! "

"What?" Su Che couldn't help asking out of interest.

squeak.

The taxi was parked by the side of the road, and the fat Mediterranean driver smiled slyly, "Jiangdu Garden is here, I want to know what happened next, let's listen to the next chapter..."

"Master driver, you can push me down, and tell me another 100 yuan!" Su Che heard the last, how could he let the fat Mediterranean driver run away again?

He had no intention of getting out of the car at all, and handed Fafu Mediterranean driver a hundred-yuan bill.

"Ward No. [-], Ward No. [-] of Qingshan Mental Hospital..." The fat Mediterranean driver's eyes were a little complicated, "I still have some impressions of the past. The place where the murder case occurred in Qingshan Mental Hospital was No. [-]. Sick building!"

"Xiao Hu saw someone behind the steel-woven iron fence in Ward No. 68, looking straight at him!" The fat Mediterranean driver took the hundred-dollar bill from Su Che, carefully identified it, and took out a handful of it. Small change, "The fare is 32, and the boy is [-]."

Su Che waved his hand, "Don't give the change, just take it as a reward for listening to your stories, driver, by the way, driver, do you have Xiaohu's contact information? I want to find the person to hear the real ghost story , he should still be driving a taxi, right?"

"Xiao Hu has already returned to his hometown. He said that Jiangcheng is too dangerous, and his hometown is safer." The fat Mediterranean driver changed the subject and smiled at Su Che, "You are very generous, young man, let you join our old Jiangcheng driver's internal Qun, remember to contact me if you want to take a car in the future, I will give you a [-]% discount!"

After taking out his mobile phone to add his contact information, the chubby Mediterranean driver pulled Su Che closer to a group called "Jiangcheng Veteran Drivers Late Night Driving Skills Exchange Group". Only then did Su Che notice that the chubby Mediterranean driver's username was his name. It's called 'Xu Hai'.

Seeing a newcomer join the group, and it was invited by Xu Hai, someone immediately spoke.

"Has someone joined Master Xu's group again?"

"Rookies, run, this is not the driving group you imagined, there are no cars here, only ghost stories!"

"..."

Xu Hai smiled awkwardly at Su Che, "Xiao Hu is also in the group, you can contact him yourself if you need anything!"

"Then thank you, Master Xu!" Su Che said politely to Xu Hai.

Xu Hai waved his hand, and the taxi he was driving gradually went away. Su Che rummaged through the group members for a long time, and found a user named 'Xiao Hu Novice Driver on the Road', clicked on the profile picture to enter, and Su Che typed a line in the input box Character.

"Master Hu heard that you ran into a ghost near the Qingshan Mental Hospital some time ago? Can you tell me in detail what happened?"

Click Send.

After waiting for 2 minutes, the other party did not reply to the message.

Su Che put the phone in his pocket, turned around and walked towards the unfinished building in Jiangdu Garden.

Room 4 on the 14th floor of Building 1444, where the headquarters of the Guitan Association is located.

Except for Mr. J who was hospitalized for treatment and three ribs were broken by Su Che's kick, all other members of the Ghost Story Association were here.

"Good morning, President!" Kuang Cheng was playing with the very old mahogany radio with his head down.

Bang.

Kuang Cheng slapped the top of the mahogany radio with a slap, and the buzzing sound suddenly sounded.

"It's done, Sister Tian! Our Jiangcheng Ghost Story Radio Station is about to come back out of the rivers and lakes after half a month of suspension. What do you think, Sister Tian?" It seemed that because of the smooth salary increase, Kuang Cheng was in a good mood, and his blue-gray face was full of tears. It's a smile.

Su Che didn't want to disturb their interest, but he still called out Mr. H, "The world of ghost stories we are going to enter this time is a bit different from before. Let Mr. H tell you about the specific changes."

Mr. H, who hadn’t shown up since he ran away in Yangping, pushed the door in. He pondered for a moment and said to everyone in the Guidan Association, “The ghost story we are going to experience this time is no longer the lonely world of ghost stories that we used to experience. , but a huge, extremely real, grotesque, and dangerous world of ghost stories."

"We...may even die directly in the strange story world..."

Chapter 310 Six Sneaking into Qingshan Mental Hospital

As soon as Mr. H said this, everyone in the Ghost Story Association became more or less solemn.

Died directly in the strange talk world?

This is a bit outrageous...

In the past, no matter how terrible the unexpected situation encountered in the ghost story, it was just being entangled by the ghosts of the ghost story world, and followed him to leave the ghost story world. , So Xianyu might turn around.

If you die directly in the strange talk world...

Then there's nothing...

"Well, can I apply for this leave? I just got a salary increase, and I want to prostitute a few more months of salary for nothing!" Fatty Qian raised his hand and said.

Kuang Cheng glanced at Su Che, "President, you'd better get a coffin fungus and grind it into powder and feed it to me, and wipe out the dead body poison on my body. I'm going back to my hometown to farm!"

Only Xiaotiantian's eyes showed curiosity, and she said softly, "The greater the risk, the higher the reward. Does the great change in the world of ghost stories mean that we can get much more from the world of ghost stories than before?" ?”

"That's true." Mr. H glanced back and forth at the members of the Ghost Story Association, "The more dangerous you are, the more rewarding you will be. The thing you've been looking for, Sweetie, may be among them."

"As for you two..."

Mr. H had a headache for a while. What crime did he do in his previous life to recruit these ghosts to join the ghost talk association?

"You don't have to worry about this for the time being. Before entering the world of ghost stories, we will definitely find a considerable amount of cannon fodder... Bah... Volunteers join the hunt!"

Han Jinlin, who was trapped in the "Headless Ghost" ghost story by Mr. H in the black book, was on the verge of losing control because of the real ghost stories included in the black book by Su Che one after another. Han Jinlin, who was out of control, was imminent.

A few days later is the deadline for the ghost marriage mission. Before entering the Chengnan Private Middle School where the blue stone monument in Yongxiang is hidden, he must completely eliminate the time bomb around him.

"President, you just said cannon fodder, right? You definitely said the word cannon fodder just now?"

Everyone in the Ghost Story Association faced Su Che in horror. They didn't know which sad victims were being targeted by Su Che, and they were about to usher in a miserable fate.

"According to the Tarot Cult members who hold the Queen's Tarot Card, the first stop for other Tarot Cult members when they arrive in Jiangcheng is the ghost bus hearse of No. 714!" Su Che's eyes suddenly turned cold, showing danger With a smile, "I will let the 714 bus out tonight, follow the previous route, and wait for the rabbit."

"Old K and Xiao Tiantian, you guys will broadcast the contents of the Jiangcheng Weird Radio Station on the No. 714 bus at night. When the people from the Tarot Club get on the bus, immediately send me a code through the radio station!"

"As for Fatty Qian, the two of us will go to Qingshan Mental Hospital to apply for a security guard! This time, if we want to play, we will play big!"

Su Che methodically gave task indicators to everyone in the Guitan Association.

After prying open the strange woman's mouth and obtaining a lot of information about the Tarot Society, Su Che made early plans to wipe out the group of Tarot Society cult members who sneaked into Jiangcheng.

The world of ghost stories, which is about to undergo dangerous changes due to Han Jinlin's loss of control, is obviously a good choice.

Originally, it was difficult for Su Che to find an excuse to leave work early and slip away to Qingshan Mental Hospital, but now Director Zhao arranged to temporarily avoid the limelight, and he happened to break into Qingshan Mental Hospital as a security guard.

"Ah?" Fatty Qian pointed at himself dumbstruck, "President, did you just ask me to accompany you to Qingshan Mental Hospital?"

Good guy.

Sure enough, Su Che didn't give up the idea of ​​talking about sneaking into Ward No. [-] outside the Qingshan Mental Hospital at all. He would shudder when he thought of the elder guard of the Qingshan Mental Hospital talking about the spooky Qingshan Mental Hospital at night.