No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

He took out a large piece of yellow paper, carefully shoveled off a little blood-colored plaque from the pages of the black book "Qi [-]: Yong Xiang", and then wrote familiar ghost characters on the inner and outer pages of the large yellow paper, and finally glued it with AB glue. Glue the chainsaw guide firmly.

What happened next opened Su Che's eyes.

A warm heat radiated from the chainsaw, and only a few seconds later, the large yellow paper that was glued to the chainsaw guide by Su Che with AB glue turned black and zoomed to the extent visible to the naked eye, and a few more seconds later In a few minutes, the lines of ghost-drawing symbols smeared with blood-colored plaques on the inside and outside of the yellow paper are like melted wax oil, dripping down from the yellow paper, but before they completely flow off the yellow paper, they are evaporated by the warm heat .

With a bang, a cluster of orange flames exploded from the yellow paper, engulfing the entire cutting chain and guide bar of the chainsaw in the blink of an eye.

When the orange flame was extinguished, Su Che swung the chainsaw to shake off the black ash fragments sticking to it. I don't know if it was Su Che's illusion, but he always felt that the creepy and terrifying aura on the chainsaw was burnt by the orange flame. It faded a little.

"Good guy, I'm not consecrated, but the degree of wear and tear is increased by one?" Su Che scratched his head thinking.

The failure of the first consecration did not make Su Che discouraged. The first thing he thought of was that maybe he could use the lightning hidden near the unfinished building in Jiangdu Garden to strike the tree with its neck bent, cut two wooden boards and clamp them on both sides of the chainsaw guide, and then use Covered with yellow paper covered with ghostly symbols.

But this kind of idea only appeared in his mind for a few seconds before being rejected, because it was unrealistic. This chainsaw, which is called a chainsaw, was actually a saw that burned gasoline. That's all.

What's more, Su Che is still reluctant to play with this chainsaw for the time being. In the future, he will need to use this chainsaw to work hard when encountering large items such as coffins.

"Even if we cracked the production process and raw material composition of the consecrated mahogany sword, it would be quite difficult to mass-produce it... It seems that after getting the book "Consecration, From Beginner to Master", I It would be better to invest in technology and acquire professional raw material suppliers for cooperation!"

Su Che pondered for a moment, and when his eyes glanced at the black book of the Guitan Association, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind, "I haven't explored the consecration techniques of other items yet...but no one knows consecration better than me." Peachwood Sword!"

"As long as I create a ghost story that can mass-produce consecrated mahogany swords and make it real, won't this book be a ready-made mass production base for consecrated mahogany swords?" Thousands of thoughts arose, "Not only the consecrated mahogany sword, even other things that are more difficult to get, can also find a fixed output channel through the world of ghost stories."

"Of course, the premise is that the Guitan Association has enough tools... Oh no, it should be the members of the association to help me enter the world of ghost stories and reap the fruits!"

At this point in his thoughts, Su Che felt a bright light before his eyes, "No wonder the cultists from the Tarot Society chased and killed Mr. H from Jingcheng to Jiangcheng. Wrong, but the black book in its hand is definitely a good thing comparable to cheating.”

Before dawn, Su Che called out Mr. H from the black book of the Guild Story Association, whose sense of existence was already quite weak, and then told him his idea of ​​creating a ghost story world that could mass-produce consecrated mahogany swords.

Mr. H is a little embarrassed, "President, you have included several real ghost stories into the black book in the past few days, and Han Jinlin's condition has deteriorated. The world can be said to be a double-edged sword for us, and it is very troublesome to deal with."

"Don't worry, I will let old K arrange to recruit new members to join the association as soon as possible, and minimize Han Jinlin's influence on the world of ghost stories under the premise of ensuring safety." Su Che said calmly.

Mr. H looked at Su Che uneasily, "President... Then I will start to create a world of strange stories that can mass-produce consecrated mahogany swords?"

Throwing the black book of the Ghost Story Association to Mr. H, Su Che said directly, "Let's get started."

With Su Che's confirmation, Mr. H turned all the way to the yellowed paper with no writing on the black book, stretched out his hands and struggled on the yellowed paper for a long time without choking out a word.

"President, how should I write the strange talk about consecrating Taomujian?" Mr. H asked Su Che with a face of shame.

Su Che was speechless, and said angrily, "Isn't Han Jinlin a writer of supernatural novels before you split your personality? You can't even make up a ghost story? What use are you for?"

"Get out of the way, I will make up ghost stories myself!"

Chapter 430 Three It's like he's on the hook!

The sky was getting brighter, and the vicinity of the Shihezi Bridge in Jiangcheng was heavily guarded. Almost the entire Jiangcheng security force was mobilized and gathered here. It is no exaggeration to describe it as three steps, one post, five steps, and one sentry.

Citizens living nearby were evacuated, and any vehicles intending to approach here were stopped. Armed police with live ammunition on duty set up checkpoints to completely block the surrounding area of ​​the Lanjiang Bridge.

The first ray of sunlight fell from the sky in the morning, and it became lifeless due to the long-term blockade. The lifeless surroundings of the River Barrier Bridge instantly came to life. The project to cut off the upper reaches of the Lanjiang River has been completed. The low tide of the coast reveals the river bed with potholes.

Of course, what was exposed after the river receded was far more than that. You can see that there are many dead bodies with bruises and whites all over their bodies and distorted faces, as if they had experienced terrible things before they were alive. In addition to these dead bodies, there is also a pile of towering tombs, which are connected in a piece at the bottom of the Lanjiang River, which is not only eye-catching, but also reveals the bone-chilling coldness.

Looking at the location of the continuous tombs, even if the midday sun shines on the body, you can't feel the slightest temperature.

At this time, in the isolation zone that reflected the sun's light, a member of Dongjiang Guoan, wearing a dark uniform, with a serious face and a death-defying gaze, was vigilantly observing the large tombs raised on the river bed in the distance.

Zhu Yuan, who rushed to Jiangcheng with Zhao Tailai and his servant Shuangqing, went through five or six blocked checkpoints before arriving at the River Lane Bridge.

When Zhu Yuan escaped from the ghosts of Huanggang Village, he never expected that he had been suffering in the ghosts of Huanggang Village for ten years.

When Zhu Yuan entered Huanggang Village, the supernatural event happened at the Jiangcheng Bridge at the beginning of the year. Dongjiang Guoan took 47 lives and managed to control it. The destructive supernatural event at the Jiangcheng River Barrier Bridge is about to get out of control again.

Even though it has been three full days until now, he is still immersed in the feeling that he has not woken up, as if in another world.

Zhao Tailai briefly introduced the situation of the River Barrier Bridge to Zhu Yuan.

"The situation is very serious. The current time is 8:13 a.m. on August 7. It is less than two days before the official start of the operation against the supernatural incident at the Lanjiang Bridge at noon on August 25. We need to be here in less than two days. Open a channel for Secret Service Five to reach the pendulum of death within a short period of time."

Zhu Yuan's eyes were a little blurred. There are too many things that can be changed in ten years. He whispered softly, "Is there only you people left in Dongjiang now? I came from Shuangqing, and there are almost one familiar face. I haven't seen it, ten years... it's impossible for all of them to be gone, right?"

"The current situation may be much more serious than what you imagined, Captain Zhu." Zhao Tailai said solemnly, "The frequency of supernatural events now is several orders of magnitude higher than ten years ago, and the bureau has been operating at overload. In the past few years, we were able to organize personnel across regions to coordinate with supernatural events, but in recent years, as members of the older generation have died or retired, the available manpower in the Bureau is really not enough."

"In the face of the increasing incidence of supernatural events, we simply don't have the extra manpower to deal with every supernatural event. Most of the time, we can only give priority to dealing with supernatural events that are highly threatening and cause huge damage. Compared with other threats, Small paranormal events can only lower the priority."

"The investigation team for the supernatural incident of the River Lane Bridge formed this time was originally only handled by the Fifth Secret Service alone. I was only temporarily assigned to the investigation team when I came to Jiangcheng to perform tasks. .”

"It's just..." At this point, Zhao Tailai's tone slowed down, and his expression gradually became a little weird, "Beginning in the middle of last month, a mysterious person in Jiangcheng who claimed to be an enthusiastic citizen, Mr. Su, appeared without warning. From the start of the Helong Hotel dismemberment case to the present, in less than a month, he single-handedly swept away the supernatural events around Jiangcheng. Not only that, he also wantonly uploaded videos of him handling supernatural events and spread them on the Internet. .”

"A group of netizens even gave him the title of Jiangcheng ghost..."

Zhao Tailai took a deep breath to calm himself down, and continued to say quietly, "To be honest, Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen, and I had two close encounters in Nanfeng ghost town and the 714 ghost bus incident. I can only say that this person is quite Outrageous, by the way, how do you say... cheating? Yes! When this enthusiastic citizen, Mr. Su, faced supernatural events, he seemed to be cheating!"

Zhu Yuan agreed with Zhao Tailai's words to describe Su Che. Recalling Su Che's various performances in Huanggang Village ghosts, he couldn't help asking, "Where is this enthusiastic citizen Mr. Su now? He showed me in Huanggang Village ghosts." After obtaining the certificate, Mr. Su seems to be an outside consultant of Secret Service No. [-], so he should also participate in the handling of destructive supernatural events like the River Barrier Bridge, right?"

"Eh..." Facing Zhu Yuan's question, Zhao Tailai was at a loss for words for a while, he opened his mouth and explained, "You may not believe it, Captain Zhu, the supernatural incident of the Zhujiang City Barrier Bridge, including me. The investigation team...almost no one knows his real identity, and he is a bit evil...all those who have had contact with him, without exception, will forget his specific appearance afterwards."

"However, I have some idea of ​​Mr. Su's whereabouts at present... He broke into the Tarot Society cult organization and obtained the identity of a core member. Rush inside the abandoned building, and then..."

Zhao Tailai couldn't help but smile and said, "Then he called the police directly and informed us to go to the abandoned building near the Tangshan Reservoir to encircle the members of the Tarot Society cult. According to the account of the arrested Tarot Society cult members, Mr. Su... ...developed at least three insiders who are also core members of him."

Cough cough cough cough......

Zhu Yuan coughed again and again due to Su Che's coquettish operation, and he could only condense a thousand words into one sentence, "This...is really worthy of his behavior style!"

While the two were talking, the sky was getting brighter. Today is a rare sunny day. The heat brought by the rising sun in the morning has burned the blue, purple and white dead bodies scattered on the Lanjiang river bed, and black smoke is coming out.

The bone-chilling coldness faded slightly, and what happened at the bottom of the river immediately triggered a conversation among the members of Dongjiang Guoan who were all ready to go.

All kinds of construction vehicles that have been waiting for a long time are lined up on the shore, quietly waiting for the order to start the operation.

"Count down for 10 minutes and get ready. Before the sun goes down today, we must dig a passage to the tomb area in the center of the valley!"

Chapter 430 Thank you, Spoon Killer!

Dazzling sunlight shone through the glass windows into the spooky living room of the rented house, quickly dispelling the gloomy environment in the living room, bringing a little warmth, Su Che slowly stopped writing on the yellowed paper of the black book of the Ghost Story Association He moved, yawned and stretched heavily.

From the busy work before dawn to the rising of the sun, he barely compiled the ghost story that could mass-produce consecrated mahogany swords.

Next, wait for the broadcast of Jiangcheng Ghost Story Radio Station and the members of the association to enter the world of ghost stories, and slowly transform this fictional story into a real ghost story.

After sending Mr. H back to the black book, Su Che decided that it would be a while before the black book produced the consecrated mahogany sword, or he might as well process all the wood from the lightning-struck crooked neck tree hidden near the unfinished building in Jiangdu Garden got it...

After simply washing up and taking a shower, Su Che suddenly felt rejuvenated, and the time was just in time for breakfast. After putting away the black book, he hurried downstairs to have breakfast.

The morning market outside the community was still lively, and Hou Zhihui, the breakfast stall owner who hadn't seen Su Che for a while, looked at him sharply.

Seeing Su Che who was out looking for food, he quickly pulled out from the breakfast stall to greet him.

Facing the exceptionally enthusiastic Hou Zhihui, Su Che was a little overwhelmed. After repeated refusals, he couldn't dispel Hou Zhihui's idea of ​​inviting him to breakfast, so Su Che had no choice but to follow Hou Zhihui's intention.

Su Che, who didn't eat much last night, wiped out the food on the table as quickly as the wind swept through the clouds. Hou Zhihui watched Su Che eat four or five steamed buns and a dozen deep-fried dough sticks in one go, and then rinsed with three bowls of soy milk Even though he knew that Su Che had a big appetite, Hou Zhihui was still unavoidably frightened.

"Doctor Su, thank you for Xiaoliang's illness. If it wasn't for Dr. Su, we really don't know what to do." Hou Zhihui expressed gratitude.

Immediately afterwards, he unabashedly expressed his malice towards the sorceress who was not used before, and said with emotion, "Sure enough, you still have to find a professional to see a doctor. Those liars who pretend to be gods and ghosts are really hateful!"

Su Che: "..."

"I let you say good and bad things, what else can I say? I can't explain that Wu Liang is indeed haunted by ghosts!" He complained silently in his heart.

Once he started talking, he couldn't stop, Hou Zhihui chatted with Su Che while he was busy with the matter at hand.

When the morning business gradually subsided, Hou Zhihui suddenly said to Su Che mysteriously, "Doctor Su, Jiangcheng is haunted again recently, do you know?"

"Ah? It's haunted again, is it so scary?" Su Che didn't think so, "Uncle Hou, where did you hear the haunted gossip?"

Seeing the disapproving expression on Su Che's face, Hou Zhihui immediately said seriously, "Don't believe me, Doctor Su, I will tell you that I have lived in Jiangcheng for decades, and I have heard many true and false rumors of hauntings. The haunted legends may be rumors, but this time, nine out of ten are true!"

"The River Barrier Bridge...is the Shihezi Bridge out of the city. Doctor Su, you should know about that bridge, right?" Hou Zhihui put on a serious expression this time, "After the serial car accident on the River Barrier Bridge last week , there was a complete blockade, not to mention people, even mosquitoes could not fly in, the last time this happened... I still remember that it was ten years ago, Jiangcheng was not peaceful in that year, and many things happened Weird."

"And now..." Hou Zhihui expressed indescribable worry, "It's started again!"

"Some people said this morning that the Lanjiang River has completely stopped flowing, and that it is completely blocked by construction equipment on the inner three floors and the outer three floors. I'm afraid something big will happen."

Su Che has read the rough files of the supernatural events of the Lanjiang Bridge, of course he knows what is under the Lanjiang Bridge, and he also knows why Dongjiang Guoan completely blocked the specific information about the supernatural incidents.

After all, the transmission method of this thing that can create supernatural events through pointer clocks is too weird. Even the files given by Dongjiang Guoan did not provide a detailed analysis. It is the same as the money for life that Su Che met in Nanfeng... .It is even a supernatural event that is more terrifying than buying life money.

"Uncle Hou, you are so amazing that people who don't know really think that the Lanjiang Bridge is haunted!" Su Che said with a serious face, "If the Lanjiang Bridge is really haunted, I'm afraid it would have been sneaked a little earlier. Blowing up without any movement, wouldn’t it be more straightforward to do this, no matter what kind of ghost it is, the bridge is gone, can it continue to be a ghost? How could there be such a big commotion like now!”

"You see, after the third hospital was closed last month, people with ulterior motives spread rumors of ghosts? Now that the third hospital is open for consultations, the rumors of haunting are self-defeating. So, Uncle Hou, you should relax!"

Su Che refuted the rumor without blushing.

"Doctor Su..." Hou Zhihui tried to continue struggling, but to his surprise, the table where Su Che was sitting was only left with bills, and he had disappeared. He embarrassedly picked up the breakfast money left by Su Che , muttered, "Doctor Su...you say I'm treating you, why are you being so polite..."

Su Che, who had left early from Hou Zhihui's stall, found a nearby hardware store, and approached the owner to propose a custom-made business of a stainless steel family eating spoon, and emphasized that the bottom of the spoon should be welded with half-finger-long sharp barbs.

For Su Che's strange demand, the owner of the hardware store was a little skeptical about the use of Su Che's custom-made family eating spoon, but when Su Che dumped a large amount of cash on his counter, he said that there was no problem, and the fastest Can be delivered this afternoon.

Three hours later, under the lure of a lot of money, the owner of the hardware store worked his ass off, and perfectly met all Su Che's needs before noon, and delivered this special family eating spoon to Su Che. In Su Che's hand.

At this time, the owner of the hardware store looked at the stainless steel family eating spoon that was as tall as a person, and suddenly a sentence popped into his mind.

"Can I come to your house for dinner? Just a spoonful!"

The money and the goods were settled, and regardless of the strange looks from the hardware store owner and passers-by, Su Che hurried back to the rental house with the family's eating spoon welded with sharp barbs on the bottom.

All the oversized hard-shell black paper, red pen, and stainless steel spoon are ready, and Su Che can't wait to give the hermit a big gift package.

Using a red pen to write the navigation information of 'The Hermit Guan Tong, a core member of the Tarot Society's cult organization' on the black paper, Su Che thought for a moment, then drew a bracket after this writing, and wrote the words 'had defected' .

At noon, the sun was in full bloom, and it was the best time to play this kind of psychic game where accidents would happen sooner or later!

Wrap the stainless steel spoon welded with barbs for the whole family to eat with the oversized black paper with the handwriting of "The Hermit Guan Tong, the core member of the Tarot Society cult organization (has defected)", and directly use a lighter to ignite it.

Almost the moment the lighter flame touched the black paper, a large group of sparks exploded on the black paper, covering the entire black paper wrapped with the stainless steel spoon in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, the orange-red flames turned into a faint blue and blackened color, and the living room of the rental house, which had recovered a little vitality after being exposed to the sun, immediately blew a gloomy wind.

The stainless steel family eating spoon was burned red by the blue and black flames, and soon began to gradually melt.

After only a few minutes, the stainless steel family eating spoon was completely melted, and the hard-shelled black paper was burned to ashes, hovering upward in gusts of gloomy wind.

A pale and slender arm stretched out from the ashes of embers rolled into the sky, a huge stainless steel family eating spoon welded with sharp barbs appeared in this pale and slender hand, the spoon killer slowly emerged from the black paper ashes all over the sky body.

The whites of the blackened eye sockets were occupied by bulging capillaries, and the pinpoint-sized pupils met Su Che's narrowed eyes, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Right time, wrong person.

It looked at the huge stainless steel family eating spoon in its hand, and its unwilling anger poured out instantly. It raised the stainless steel family eating spoon and slammed it down on Su Che's head, but it was dumbfounded the next second, and lifted the stainless steel family eating spoon. Shao abruptly stopped at less than a finger's distance from Su Che's forehead, unable to move any further.