No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"Thank you, Spoon Killer! Go and help me give the hermit a great gift!" Su Che looked at the Spoon Killer who involuntarily appeared and then disappeared into the living room in a dazed state, and said slowly. Said.

Chapter 430 Boss Yuan, can you add some money?

The Xicheng Criminal Police Detachment, because the investigation team of the supernatural incident of the Jiangcheng River Barrier Bridge has gone to the bottom of the Lanjiang River to cut off the river, has launched a full-scale operation, and the scene of people coming and going in the past is no longer there.

The strange murder that happened in Huatian Building last night made everyone very busy. Chen Ruiguang has not had a good night's sleep since he returned to the team. Thick dark circles under the eyes, the expression is both excited and tired.

The short-haired policewoman saw that something was wrong with Chen Ruiguang's condition, and repeatedly comforted her, "Chen Tou, your condition is a bit poor, do you really want to take a rest?"

"No, now the comrades from Dongjiang Guoan and the armed police led by Lao Xie all went to the Lanjiang Bridge. I didn't expect that at this juncture, there would be another incident in Huatian Building. Comrade Guoan who came from the Lanjiang Bridge was killed. Did you find any clues on the victim?" Chen Ruiguang raised his spirits and asked.

The short-haired policewoman dialed the phone and shook her head to Chen Ruiguang after asking for a while, "I still haven't found any clues, but I can confirm that the victim was not killed by someone. Three minutes ago, the wound on the victim's neck that was cut open by a sharp weapon began to fester and rot. , up to now, the phenomenon of festering and decay has spread to the body of the victim, and I am afraid that the body of the victim will completely rot in a few minutes!"

"Wait! Head Chen, there's something new." The short-haired policewoman suddenly said a few words into the microphone excitedly, then turned to Chen Ruiguang and said, "Suddenly dense bruises appeared on the face of the victim's body just now." Blood hole, the forensic doctor found a blood sample completely different from the victim's blood in the blood hole on the face of the victim's body, and it is on the way to be sent for testing."

"Damn!"

Chen Ruiguang almost subconsciously thought of the corpse they dug up from the hiding place of Granny Meng in Xixi Lane, and he had a bad premonition in his heart, "Could it be that group of crazy cultists from the Tarot Society are committing crimes again?"

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Long Wenhua has been free in Shuangqing City for two days. Yuan He, the owner of the Daliuwan Haunted House in the southern suburbs, seems not in a hurry to meet Long Wenhua, so he basically spends these two days wandering around Shuangqing City and chatting with the live broadcast room. The audience spent their time bragging and talking nonsense, which led to a continuous decline in the popularity of the live broadcast room.

It wasn't until the afternoon of the third day that Yuan He, the owner of the haunted house, finally remembered that Long Wenhua had come to Shuangqing alone, and called him to meet him near the haunted house in Daliuwan in the southern suburbs.

The location where the two parties met was a small teahouse not far from the haunted house in Daliuwan in the southern suburbs. Long Wenhua was shocked when he saw Yuan He who had been in contact on the phone but had never met. Gloomy, with blackened Yintang, high cheekbones, and an indescribable sense of fatigue, Long Wenhua felt that he was a drug addict more than the identity of the owner of the haunted house.

"Mr. Long, you have been waiting for a long time. I believe you can see that I am so busy that I am dizzy. I didn't release your pigeons on purpose, but the situation at the haunted house is very troublesome. I can't get away at all. I haven't rested for several days." Yuan He said, yawning exhaustedly.

Long Wenhua nodded knowingly, and then asked, "Boss Yuan, I checked the information about the haunted house in Daliuwan in the southern suburbs on the Internet. It seems that there was an accident in this haunted house in May this year, which led to the closure of the haunted house, and then it has never been released." After hearing the news, Boss Yuan, you are now planning to tear down the entire layout of the haunted house and redesign it, is there really no problem?"

"The specific matter may be much more complicated than the information you found on the Internet, Mr. Long." Yuan He smiled wryly.

He drank the steaming tea in front of him, closed his eyes and thought for a while, then looked at the opening of the Daliuwan Haunted House hidden in the green belt on the opposite side of the road outside the teahouse, "My elder brother is called Yuan Yi, and the Daliuwan Haunted House was originally I'm not afraid of your jokes, Mr. Long, if you talk about his property. My elder brother is surly and moody. The contact kind."

"It wasn't until mid-July this year that a lawyer came to me and told me that there was an inheritance that I needed to receive. I didn't know that my elder brother committed suicide on June [-]. Our parents passed away very early, plus My eldest brother has no descendants, so the Daliuwan Haunted House and other legacy he left belong to me."

"Brother didn't leave a will, so I don't know much about the specific situation of the Daliuwan Haunted House, but fortunately, the staff of the relevant departments who sealed the Daliuwan Haunted House were responsible, and gave me a detailed introduction to the reason why the Daliuwan Haunted House was seized. , and the last message left by elder brother before he died, I don’t know if it counts as a will.”

Yuan He withdrew his gaze from the Daliuwan haunted house hidden in the green belt on the opposite side of the road. He couldn't help rubbing his right thumb against the mouth of the teacup, and said slowly, "The Daliuwan villa was sealed up because of the accident, and More than one person died."

"Daliuwan Villa is haunted?" Long Wenhua asked without reason.

Yuan He looked at Long Wenhua with strange eyes, "Mr. Long, are you still afraid of being haunted if you live in the live broadcast of Tanling? But to be honest, the Daliuwan Villa is really not haunted, otherwise the relevant departments will not be at ease. Hand it over to me."

"It's not haunted? It's good that it's not haunted!" Long Wenhua felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart, "Thinking that I, Long, has a sharp weapon in his body, but there are no ghosts. I'm really lonely like snow!"

Yuan He waited for Long Wenhua to finish speaking before continuing, "It's really not right that big brother would choose to commit suicide to end his own life. The liquid capital on the books of the Daliuwan Haunted House is not too much, but it can still support the normal operation of the Haunted House." For a long time, he has not owed foreign debts, nor has he had any enemies. As for why he chose this path...it may have a lot to do with his surly personality."

"Oh, right." Yuan He suddenly thought of something, "I contacted my eldest brother a few years ago, and he seemed to mention that he was thinking about making a movie. But let it go, this matter may have caused him a blow, and the second blow caused by the death of the Daliuwan Haunted House was seized, so he couldn't think about it."

"These things I introduced to you, Mr. Long, are mainly related to the work you need to do later."

Long Wenhua had an ominous premonition after hearing this sentence.

Yuan He pointed to the Daliuwan Haunted House on the opposite side of the road and said suddenly, "The current Daliuwan Haunted House has a main haunted building with three floors underground and five floors above the ground, a total of eight floors. There are all kinds of haunted house content, and there is also a horror theater on the fifth floor above the ground and a small commodity peripheral sales store outside the haunted house.”

"I plan to tear down and rebuild all the haunted houses from the third floor underground to the fourth floor above the ground. In addition, I also hired professional haunted house designers, who will be responsible for the specific reconstruction of the haunted house. And you, Mr. Long, I have seen your work many times. Tanling live broadcast, although you belong to the thigh-holding party in the script, but I found that Mr. Long, you have a strong comedy talent, and you can always perform the crisis-ridden Tanling script beyond the expectations of all audiences. Brings the laughs, the comedy is great."

"So I hope, Mr. Long, that you can experience all the projects of the haunted house in person before the reconstruction of the haunted house in Daliuwan is completed, and through the form of webcast, you can eliminate the negative rumors of the haunted house in Daliuwan to the greatest extent. Of course, we will send haunted house actors Participate in the whole process, Mr. Long, you don't have to worry about safety issues, and the salary is still the same as originally discussed, it will not be less than six figures, what do you think?"

Yuan He looked at Long Wenhua and said.

"Haunted house live broadcast? Boss Yuan, didn't you invite me to consult on the reconstruction of the haunted house? Your behavior can be said to be a blatant fraud!" Long Wenhua said dissatisfied when the ominous premonition turned into reality.

Yuan He was still looking at Long Wenhua, "Then Mr. Long, are you going to do it?"

"So what." Long Wenhua rubbed his hands, and a sly smile appeared on his face full of flesh and beard, "I, Long, have to bear a lot of risks to live broadcast in a haunted house where people have died. Boss Yuan, you can Can't you add some money?"

Chapter 430 Six I'm Going to Lanjiang Bridge Tonight

[Hell-level mission: Lonely Tomb (Note: Note: This mission is extremely dangerous, and there may be unknown horrors. I hope the host chooses carefully.)]

[Jump off the fourth pier from the right of the Shihezi Bridge at 4:44:44 in the morning, you may be able to see it. 】

[Reward: "Consecration, From Beginner to Master" (a book that records strange rituals, maybe it can be used to sell for a good price)]

Putting the big gift package for the hermit properly, Su Che focused his attention on the last part of the hell-level mission. In the morning, Hou Zhihui said that the Lanjiang River had been completely cut off, which undoubtedly announced that the Dongjiang National Security had already taken control of the River Barrier Bridge. The next pendulum clock of death unfolds into action.

The extremely dangerous reminder given by the system has not disappeared, and Su Che learned only a fraction of the information about the death pendulum clock from the file. After carefully reviewing the information in his mind, he made up his mind to go to the River Barrier Bridge tonight.

but......

It is still a question whether to jump off the pier about 150 meters above the ground according to the requirements given by the system.

The continuous flow of the Lanjiang River has been cut off, and the act of bungee jumping from the bridge pier is really a bit too exciting. Su Che thought over and over again and decided not to follow the requirements given by the system.

Looking at the lamppost standing in the living room... oh no, it should be a combination of spirit-calling flags and paper-tied lamps. The sparkling candles continue to burn, exuding warmth and bright candlelight, attached to the paper The word "Yong Ye" on the lanterns was burnt to ashes when they were in Huanggang Village.

This street lamp can be said to be a sharp weapon in Su Che's hands that is no less than a butcher's knife, and he must bring it with him when he goes to the River Lane Bridge tonight.

The system gives the task information and precautions of the River Barrier Bridge. The time must be accurate to the second, and it must be at 4:44:44 in the morning.

Once it is advanced or delayed, it may cause unknown changes.

"It's so troublesome, it's impossible to jump off the bridge, so let's just drive the bus along the river bank!"

Su Che emptied the backpack and counted the items at hand according to the usual practice. Because some ghosts around him were temporarily placed in the unfinished building in Jiangdu Garden, the backpack was quite empty.

The last soul-inducing incense that I had no chance to use, the only remaining four boxes of [-] rounds of special bullet magazines, some compressed gasoline cans that were repurchased because they were very useful, the green morning glory after watering, and The rusted hook of the climbing rope before he could untie it in time, the paper-tied mourning clothes that were somewhat damaged after a night of horror in Huanggang Village, and Li Rusong's human skin mask.

In addition, even the hot heart and the ghost food wrapped in plastic bags that were taken out by the red-robed female ghost in Helong Hotel and handed over to him were also turned out by Su Che from the corner of the rental house.

This hot heart is still beating, emitting extremely high temperature, even a little hot to the touch. After Su Che took this heart from the red-robed female ghost in the hotel, he still didn't realize that it was useful. Just forget about it.

He was about to go to the River Lane Bridge to face the unknown horror, so he had to ask Su Che to find out all the things from the bottom of the box and stuff them into the backpack.

You never know when it will come in handy!

As for the ghost eating mud that has been wrapped in a plastic bag for more than half a month and has become a little dry, but still has a black color, Su Che looked at the black mud in the plastic bag and felt a chill in his heart, "I don't want to eat this ghost thing!"

[Ghost eats mud (seeing people talking about people, seeing ghosts talking nonsense. Remember to add water to store, so that the taste will be better when eaten.)]

Seeing the system's evaluation of this lump of black mud, Su Che sighed while pouring a glass of drinking water into a plastic bag.

After all... Thin mud is better than dry mud.

Almost turned the entire rental house upside down, and after confirming that nothing was missing, Su Che stuffed everything into the backpack, and then brought a street light pole made up of spirit-calling flags and paper lamps. Going out with it is definitely the most beautiful boy on the street, like a guiding light in the dark, it naturally attracts the attention of others.

"I can't take care of that much for the time being, I will set off when it gets dark!"

After packing up all the things, Su Che took out the black book of the Ghost Story Association and read it page by page in detail to check all the ghost story stories recorded on it. Su Che, members of the Guild of Ghost Story, Ye Bin and others faced the horrible experience of aging and dying under the watchful eyes of everyone.

'Qi Si Si Si Si: buy life money'

The blood-stained money for life became more and more real on the yellowed paper of the black book, as if it was caught between the pages of the book like a bookmark.

"Qi Wu Shi Nine: The Fragrance of the Dead"

In addition to buying life money, there is also the black book that Su Che received from Menqian Town, the ghost that can only change the cognition of the living people around.

Aside from this ghost named by the black book as the ghost of the dead man's incense, the life-buying money and the death pendulum clock are essentially the same type of ghost, but the death pendulum clock is more destructive and terrifying than the life-buying money. much.

At 09:30 in the evening, Su Che, who was well-rested, saw that the number of pedestrians downstairs was gradually decreasing, so he immediately left the rental house with a backpack on his back on the lamppost and rushed to the unfinished building in Jiangdu Garden.

The night was dark, with no stars, and the air was slightly cloudy and dull.

In order to avoid being mistaken by passers-by as a patient who escaped from the Qingshan Mental Hospital, Su Che avoided places with a lot of traffic and deliberately walked on dark and unlit paths with few people.

When it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening, Su Che rushed to the unfinished building in Jiangdu Garden. Before entering the unfinished building, he deliberately took a look at the lightning tree that he had hidden, and saw that the tree was still there. He walked quickly to Room 4 on the 14th floor of Building 1444, where the Guitan Association is located.

Wang Wang Wang!

Smelling the familiar scent, the big black dog frantically wagged its tail and ran towards Su Che.

"President, why are you here?" Xiao Tiantian, who was preparing to broadcast on the radio station, was surprised when she saw Su Che push the door open.

It was less than a day since the members of the Ghost Story Association came out to attack the cult organization Tarot Club last night, and Su Che came to the Ghost Story Association again with a large bag. Although you, the most normal-looking person, have outstanding stamina, the president, we These grotesque people haunted by ghosts can't stand the high-intensity work pressure!

"I have something to do tonight. I'm here to pick up something. I'll stop by to see you." Su Che smiled and found the long-handled black umbrella and blood-stained high-heeled shoes he had placed here hanging on both sides of the backpack. Clothes and red embroidered shoes in the courier box, and another chicken coop with a big rooster, a bald chicken and a pullet, "By the way, why are you here alone tonight? What about old K and Qian Fatty?" ?”

"Old K took advantage of the holiday of Jiangcheng Medical University to go to the library of the underground physical education teacher to steal formalin. As for Fatty Qian... he is probably looking for food, you know the president, the hungry dog ​​in his abdomen Dead ghosts can never get enough to feed." Xiao Tiantian knew the whereabouts of Kuang Cheng and Qian Fatzi very well, "President, do you have something to do with them?"

"It's nothing, I'm going to visit the Lanjiang Bridge tonight." Su Che took out his phone and glanced at the time, "It's not until eleven o'clock, it's still early, when will the strange talk radio station broadcast?"

"You can start at any time!" Xiao Tiantian thought for a while, and then asked with hatred on her face, "President, when will we take action again to deal with the Hermit and the Tarot Society? If we don't wipe them out, I won't die." willing!"

"Don't worry, both he and the Tarot Society are targeting the ghost under the bridge. The cult members of the Tarot Society in Jiangcheng were wiped out by us last night, and I gave another big gift package to the hermit today. , he will definitely not be able to hold back in the next few days and take action against that ghost under the bridge!"

Su Che said righteously, "At that time, we will attack with the whole army to eradicate this traitor!"

Chapter 430 Big brother, it's not fun to go to the funeral parlor at night!

"After twelve o'clock, I will go to the Lanjiang Bridge, but before that, we have to finish tonight's strange talk radio broadcast!" Su Che sprinkled a handful of rice into the chicken coop, and the three chickens looked sleepy He pecked at the rice grains again and again, feeling very disappointed.

"Well, I understand!"

"But the president..."

Xiao Tiantian wanted to ask something else, but was stopped by Su Che, "Just follow our previous plan, remember, don't act alone, the hermit and other core members of the Tarot Society are not something you can solve. "

"Understood." Xiao Tiantian didn't want to admit it very much, but the fact was that she was tied up with Kuang Cheng and Fatty Qian in a face-to-face confrontation, and it wasn't enough for hermits to kill indiscriminately.

Skillfully turned on the old mahogany radio, and handed over the earphone microphone for broadcasting to Su Che. After Su Che made the gesture that he was ready, Xiao Tiantian quickly adjusted his state, and began to speak slowly in a sweet and soft tone. The opening statement repeated countless times.

"This is Jiangcheng Weird Talk Radio Station. It has been going on for ten years without interruption, and is committed to bringing you the most thrilling, bizarre and terrifying urban strange talk."

"Hi everyone, I'm the host Xiao Tiantian!"

"Tonight we have a mysterious special guest, he is..."

Xiao Tiantian looked at Su Che, and after getting his approval, she broadcast the report in a passionate tone, "Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen who is known as Jiangcheng ghosts, let us welcome Mr. Su with applause!"

clap clap clap!

The sound of machine applause sounded out of Mo De's emotion.

"Perhaps the listeners of Jiangcheng Weird Talk Radio don't know much about the enthusiastic citizen Mr. Su, but on the Internet, the deeds of the enthusiastic citizen Mr. Su can be said to be widely circulated, and the name of the enthusiastic citizen Mr. Su is even more famous in the world of live broadcasting. Like thunder."

As Long Wenhua's loyal fan girl, Britney can be said to be the member of the Ghost Story Association who knows Su Che's many deeds from Jiangcheng to Nanfeng Ghost Town, and then from Yangping Ghost Port to Nanhe Fenzhai Village the most. The introduction of the guests at the opening of the show came easily.

"Hello, Mr. Su!" Xiao Tiantian looked at Su Che.