No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"Well, can I stick to the guard room of Ward No. [-] and wait for your safe return?" Qi Ping's face changed dramatically when he heard that he was going to Ward No. [-], and his ideal of life was fishing, he really couldn't muster up the courage Go to the scary No. [-] ward.

Su Che stared at Qi Ping with a half-smile, "Captain Qi, then you should think about it clearly, there is more than one ghost asking for directions that haunted Zhao Yue, it has already spread out in the No. It is very likely that the severely mentally ill patients are being stalked by the spreading ghost! Are you sure you want to stay in the guard room of No. [-] Ward Building?"

"It's still happening? Slip away!" As soon as Su Che finished speaking, Qi Ping couldn't wait to turn over from the guard room of No. [-] Ward Building, and followed Su Che's figure.

Fatty Qian glanced at Zhao Yue, whose face was still pale. Under the light of the paper lantern, the starved ghost parasitic in his abdomen became extremely honest.

The road ahead was plunged into darkness, and the four of them could only move forward in the dark in an approximate direction.

Click, click, click.

Turning the key, the sound of the lock cylinder bouncing echoed in the silent environment, and Su Che heard the faint breathing of other people nearby.

"Hush, there are other things nearby, I don't know if they are living people, let's be quiet, touch them and have a look!"

Su Che slowed down, deliberately lowered his voice, and dragged the old man who asked the way to grope for the place where the voice came from.

"How to get to Majia Lane?"

Su Che stopped and stared dangerously at the old man who was still asking for directions. He took out a crumpled cling film from his backpack, and sealed the old man's mouth in twos and twos.

"Ask for directions? Ask a fart!"

This is too respectful of the old and loving the young!

After blocking the mouth of the old man asking for directions, Su Che continued to grope for the place where the voice came from.

The darkness in front of him gradually faded, and a figure in a white coat emerged from the darkness. He turned his back to Su Che and the others, and was panicking and nervous about opening the locked door in front of him. Blood oozes out, dripping blood with a large bunch of keys in his hand.

"A human or a ghost?" Qi Ping asked suspiciously in a low voice beside Su Che.

Su Che shrugged, "Go up and ask, will you know?"

Pulling the old man who asked for directions, he walked forward quickly, and drew out the butcher's knife. The cold water-like blade shone with a cold light, and a faint red mist diffused out.

Su Che patted the white coat on the shoulder, the white coat that was being unlocked froze suddenly, Su Che's questioning voice echoed in his ears, "Little brother, are you a human or a ghost?"

The white coat turned around abruptly, blood was flowing from the face covered with scratches, and staring at Su Che with red eyes, he said with a sinister smile, "Do you think I am a human or a ghost?"

Clang!

"Do you want to be a human or a ghost?" Su Che said slowly, showing his white teeth, with the cold butcher's knife pressed against the neck of the white coat.

The smirk on the face of the white coat gradually disappeared, and he said with a serious face, "Brother, you are still young, you must not go on the path of breaking the law and committing crimes, come on, put down this pig-killing knife, let's talk slowly! "

"Stop talking nonsense, who are you?" The butcher's knife in Su Che's hand was getting closer and closer to the neck of the white coat, and the faint red mist that pervaded the butcher's knife rolled excitedly.

The white coat swallowed with difficulty, and replied hesitantly, "I...I...I am a doctor in Ward No. [-]!"

"Oh, do you think I'll believe your nonsense?" Su Che sneered, and let the old man who asked the way behind him show him, "I hope you can take care of yourself. Let me ask again, who are you?"

The old man in the white coat was obviously frightened by the old man asking for directions when the boat hooked through his chest. He mumbled, "Big brother, this old man won't die even if his chest is smashed by an iron hook. Is he a Super Saiyan?"

"En?" Su Che used a little force on the butcher's knife in his hand.

The face of the white coat changed drastically, and the bachelor confessed his identity, "Huang Jian, 37 years old, currently lives in Ward 602, Ward No. A small hammer with a handle of about fifteen centimeters and a weight of one kilogram once smashed the heads of four people! It has strong aggressiveness and mild anti-social personality. It is recommended to be detained for treatment. Depending on the degree of recovery, arrange a release time or transfer to No. [-] The ward continues to receive treatment!"

"Are you here to introduce yourself?" Fatty Qian complained unbearably when he heard the self-report in the white coat as soon as he came.

The white coat showed surprise, "How do you know this is my file?"

"The severely mentally ill patients in Ward No. [-] are not inferior to those detained in Ward No. [-], but they were sent to Qingshan Mental Hospital for treatment before committing murder!" Qi Ping explained softly in Su Che's ear .

But he didn't expect that the hearing in the white coat was so keen that he could hear all his whispers in Su Che's ear, and a sly smile emerged from the corner of the white coat's mouth, "Congratulations, you answered all correctly, how about I reward you with a hammer? "

Qi Ping was startled when he heard the sound, and quickly hid behind Su Che, not showing his head again.

But Su Che looked at him with a smile, "You live in No. [-] ward, so you must be very familiar with the nearby No. [-] ward, right? Come on, how about you and it guide us to No. [-] ward?"

"I'm just crazy, not stupid. Sick Building No. [-]? Ghosts won't go!" said the white coat, shaking his head desperately, with a look of horror on his face.

Chapter 330 Four I Bet You Have No Bullets In Your Gun

The smile on Su Che's face became more and more friendly. He took out his work card badge from the Third People's Hospital in his pocket, and glanced it in front of his white coat.

"As a professional psychiatrist, I, Su, feel that you are seriously ill now and need further treatment!"

Professor Yang's pointer slipped from Su Che's sleeve, and the blazing blue arc crackled and flickered.

The white coat seemed to have seen a natural enemy, and said with a vigilant face, "I live in Qingshan Mental Hospital, why do you, as a psychiatrist at the Third People's Hospital, treat me?"

"I will treat the mental illness that cannot be cured by the Qingshan Mental Hospital, and I will treat the mental illness that the Qingshan Mental Hospital cannot handle. In a word, I will treat the patients that the Qingshan Mental Hospital can't treat. I, Su, need to treat the patients who can't be cured! Learn from past mistakes to avoid future ones, and save patients! This is the professional ethics of psychiatrists in the Third People's Hospital!" Su Che said in a trembling voice.

Qi Ping and Fatty Qian were stunned by Su Che's words, and even lost their voices, "Is there such an operation?"

"No, I don't want to treat illnesses!" The white coat was completely suppressed by Su Che, crying and wanting to run away.

At this time, Su Che, Qi Ping, Qian Fatty and Zhao Yue surrounded the white coats, and the shining light from the paper lamp stretched the shadows of the four people.

The weak, pitiful and helpless white coat trembled under the oppression of the four people, "I'll just show you the way, don't treat me!"

"That's up to you." Su Che took off Huang Jianjian's white coat and put it on himself, his sense of responsibility as a psychiatrist burst instantly.

Huang Jian, who only had his hospital gown left, led the way dejectedly, and sighed to the old man who was wriggling on the ground asking for directions, "Old man, are you also a victim of this terrible psychiatrist? It's really miserable for us two. The pervert was caught, by the way, you have such a big iron hook stuck in your chest, does it hurt? Do you want me to give you a painkiller?"

While wriggling on the ground, the old man asking for directions asked indistinctly from his mouth sealed with wrinkled plastic wrap, "How do I get to Majia Lane?"

"Majiaxiang?" Huang Jian showed a thoughtful look on his face, "You can stop asking me about this."

He turned around and looked back at Su Che and the others, "Do you know how to get to Majia Lane? This old man is still lost in his old age, what a pity!"

"Good guy!" Qi Ping called him straight. He knew that the patients in Ward No. [-] were crazier than those in Ward No. [-], but he never expected that this seriously ill patient in Ward No. He was even crazier than he imagined, chatting and laughing with the ghost asking for directions who was entangled with Zhao Yue.

The severely mentally ill patients in Ward No. [-] alone have gone crazy to such an extent, so how terrifying are the patients in Ward No. [-]!

Qiping's inner world fell into chaos.

Zhao Yue, carrying a paper lantern, buried his head on the road. As a civil engineer who worked ashes all night, he was extremely adaptable, and he had already accepted his own destiny very actively.

Zhao Yue looked at Su Che and asked Fatty Qian behind him, "Big brother, who is this...Mr. Su? I always feel that he is more mentally ill than the mentally ill patients in Qingshan Mental Hospital?"

"It's right to feel this way, he is the man who has the title of Jiangcheng ghost!" Fatty Qian replied calmly.

Zhao Yue took a deep breath, "Hiss...Jiangcheng ghosts are sad? This title sounds familiar!"

Thinking back carefully, he vaguely remembered that after he seemed to be entangled by a ghost asking for directions, he saw this title when he asked for help in a certain supernatural forum. Worry, it turned out to be him!"

A group of people walked through the darkness around them in fear, and after a while, the cement wall of No. [-] ward appeared in front of everyone.

Along the concrete wall, Su Che quickly found the guard's room in front of Ward No. [-]. Through the thin glass windows, Su Che looked at the patients in the guard's room wearing hospital gowns.

The flickering madness in his eyes, his body that had been weakened due to long-term imprisonment, the horrible tattoos on his skin, the flesh and blood stains left at the corners of his mouth, and his low voice of prayer made Su Che realize instantly. The patient who appeared in the guard room of Ward No. [-] had a probability of eighty to ninety percent of being a crazy member of the corpse-eating cult who was imprisoned in Ward No. [-].

"Sure enough, the extremely dangerous and seriously ill mental patients who were imprisoned in Ward No. [-] have escaped!" Su Che's heart skipped a beat.

The crazy followers of the corpse-eating cult in the guard room of Ward No. [-] seemed to mistake Su Che in a white coat for a doctor from Qingshan Mental Hospital, and cast a provocative smile at Su Che through a thin glass window.

He didn't even know where to pick up the bloody piece of meat, and chewed it in front of Su Che. The thick blood and chewed meat fell from his sick cheeks, looking extremely crazy.

Qi Ping, who has been fishing in the guard room of No. [-] Ward Building for many years, has never seen this posture before. He immediately vomited in respect, acid water flowed back from Fatty Qian's stomach, and the starving ghost parasitic in his belly conveyed strong hunger emotions. Zhao Yue He retched even more.

Malicious smiles emerged from the blood-stained faces of the crazy believers of the corpse-eating cult, and they looked at Su Che outside the window.

"The condition is too serious and must be treated!" Su Che said in a deep voice.

Huang Jian trembled when he heard the sound.

Su Che glanced at him, "I didn't mention you, your condition is not as serious as his!"

Huang Jian breathed a sigh of relief and stared viciously at the man dripping blood in the guard room of No. [-] ward, "Dr. Su, you are right, we must give him more intensive treatment!"

"Don't worry, after he is cured, I will never let you go...Give up on you!" Su Che looked at Huang Jian with a humanistic light all over his face.

Pulling the old man in front of him, Su Che smashed the glass in the guard room of No. [-] sick building, and directly threw the old man in.

"Don't you like eating corpses?" Su Che jumped into the guard room of No. 54 ward, pointing the black muzzle of the Type 2 pistol at the foreheads of the crazy believers of the corpse cult, "I'll give you [-] minutes to eat it up." , I’ll shoot you down with one shot!”

Fragments of corpses were everywhere in the guard room of the No. [-] ward, and the smell of blood came out. From the scattered fragments of security uniforms, it can be seen that there was a bloody massacre not long ago. What Yi Ligui did was also done by the crazy member of the corpse-eating cult in front of him.

But Su Che can't control that much for the time being. If he catches a severely mentally ill patient detained in the extremely dangerous No. [-] ward, can he let him go?

The crazy believers of the corpse-eating cult obviously didn't expect that Su Che could break the rules of the Qingshan Mental Hospital where the space was in chaos under the influence of the red-clothed ghost in the No. [-] ward. Bet you don't have bullets in your gun!"

"I'm sorry, this gun really exists!" Su Che said coldly.

boom!

Chapter 330 Five Paintings on the Wall

The gunshots exploded, and the flames burst out.

The crazy believer of the corpse-eating cult could only feel that his eardrums were shattered by the gunshot, and his eyes flickered with a little panic. Unexpected.

The hot bullet rubbed against his cheek, leaving a striking bloodstain, the burning pain was transmitted along the nerve endings and entered the brain, and the smell of gunpowder smoke from the pistol was a bit pungent.

Su Che's finger was still on the trigger, and he made a gesture of shooting again at any time and said softly, "Don't be nervous, I'm here to treat your illness!"

Obviously, the crazy believers of the corpse-eating cult would not believe what Su Che said. He stretched out his hand to stroke the eye-catching bloodstain on his face, slowly put his blood-stained finger into his mouth, sucked the blood on his fingertips vigorously, squinted The eyes seemed to be savoring the taste of their own blood.

"Wow!" Huang Jian exclaimed, fixed his eyes on the crazy believer of the corpse-eating cult, and said, "This guy is too crazy, he is not afraid of guns, Dr. Su, please arrange electric shock treatment for him !"

Hearing this, Qi Ping was silent for a long time, and there was something in his heart that he couldn't complain, "You are a severely mentally ill patient who is being held in the No. [-] ward for closed treatment, and you have the nerve to call others crazy? Your own medical record, and organize the language well?"

In the end, Qi Ping could only sigh weakly, "The world of the mentally ill is really unimaginable for ordinary people!"

The smell of blood in the guard room of Ward No. [-] was extremely strong. Su Che stared straight at the crazy believers of the corpse-eating cult, and his eyes were full of humanistic concern, "Although you are very sick, you can't give up treatment easily. It will definitely heal!"

The eyelids of the crazy believer of the corpse-eating cult are twitching. This is the first time he has encountered someone who does not play cards according to common sense like Su Che. In the past, the doctors who treated him in Qingshan Mental Hospital only saw his crazy appearance when he ate corpses. , I was already so frightened that I panicked, and I was afraid that I would spit out bile, but the young doctor in front of me was not only not frightened by him, but looked at him with interest.

It seemed that he turned a blind eye to the blood stains left on his face after eating the body parts.

Looking down, the old man who was hooked by the boat across his chest appeared in front of him. A chill like ice cubes emanated from the old man.

Is it a ghost?

This old man is definitely a ghost!

As a being who still has reason, but was imprisoned in the No. [-] ward as a member of the corpse-eating cult, he recognized the old man who was exuding an astonishing cold at the first sight when he saw the old man asking for directions, and he was definitely a ghost!

I'm just an ordinary follower of the corpse-eating cult. Eating corpses is the teaching of the corpse-eating cult. As for eating ghosts... is this something normal people can do?

Thousands of thoughts in the mind converged at this moment, and the crazy believers of the Corpse Eating Cult looked far away, "It turns out that I am not a normal person, then it's okay!"

Su Che didn't know that in such a short period of time, the crazy cultist who was full of blood in front of him experienced so much inner activities. He looked at the crazy cultist who didn't respond, his expression moved slightly, and his face showed joy, "You If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your acquiescence!"