No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

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The sound of heavy footsteps was transmitted to Su Che's ears very clearly in the rain, and the pair of black and orange cross-color sneakers reflected in the mirror approached Su Che step by step.

five meters.

three meters.

one meter.

In the blink of an eye, a mirror of human height appeared in front of Su Che. The two sides faced each other silently through a layer of wet rain and fog. The black and orange sneakers reflected in the mirror were just like what Long Wenhua encountered in the live broadcast. , Su Che's figure was also not reflected in the mirror.

"Here we come, have you eaten yet?" Su Che waved to the tall mirror in the rain.

Through Long Wenhua's probing, Su Che tentatively concluded that the ghost in the mirror in the Daliuwan haunted house should also be restricted by certain rules, and cannot directly kill people, otherwise Long Wenhua's death would cause the tragedy of the two ghosts in the mirror To some extent, something may have happened.

What happened next was exactly as Su Che expected, the mirror surface reflecting the black and orange cross-colored sneakers burst with a cracking sound in the rain, and fine shattered glass residues flew all over the sky.

The situation that Long Wenhua encountered in the live broadcast room happened again. Compared with the situation seen from the live broadcast room, Su Che, who was under the impact of the shattered mirror, could obviously feel more things.

Negative emotions of anger, resentment, pain, fear, and struggle spread wildly.

The next moment, a blood-red thing as thin as a silk thread pierced through the skin in the palm of Su Che's hand, and it shot into the sky full of fine glass residue like an arrow from the string.

Immediately afterwards, the whole world in front of Su Che's eyes cracked like shattered glass.

Dim street lights, deserted roads, a car that just came from afar, the rain falling from the sky...

shattered.

Endless darkness enveloped him.

After a few breaths, a faint light shone in front of Su Che, and he found himself in a strange confined space.

In front of it is a locked password door. There are three boxes in front of the door, with different handwritings written on them.

'This is coded', 'lie that it is', 'this is not coded'

Su Che didn't even look at the three boxes in front of the door, but stretched out his hand to look at his palm. The blood-red thing that was as thin as a silk thread pierced through the skin of the palm was very small, but Su Che felt it clearly.

"The night I played the Mirror Soul psychic game really wasn't a hallucination, something really got into my hands." His eyes drifted to the three boxes with different handwritings in front of the door, and he said with great interest, "This is the one in the mirror. The world? The left and right are upside down, so interesting."

Quickly walked to the locked password door, opened the password door according to the password entered by Long Wenhua in the live broadcast, and the corridor that Long Wenhua walked through before appeared in front of Su Che.

He knew very well what was wrong with the Daliuwan Haunted House, so he found the path that Long Wenhua had walked in the live broadcast before leading to the horror theater on the fifth floor of the Daliuwan Haunted House.

The hallway of the drowsy haunted house is dark and cold, and there is a chilly wind blowing through from time to time, as if you are in a freezer.

Su Che took out two mobile phones. The mobile phone he used to watch Long Wenhua's live broadcast had no signal, but it could barely be used as a flashlight by turning on the flash.

The old functional phone showed that the signal was full, so he thought for a moment and dialed Long Wenhua's phone number.

Beep...beep...beep...

The handset continued to emit a busy tone, and no one answered the phone.

"Long Wenhua's phone should be in that ghost's hand."

Su Che frowned slightly, hung up the phone, and continued to make calls while walking forward.

Sudden.

beep--

There was a sharp and piercing ringing from the microphone of the old feature phone.

The phone connected again.

Chapter 470 No, this should be an evil spirit!

"Hello...Brother, do you need me?" Long Wenhua's voice on the other end of the phone trembled, as if he hadn't recovered from the shock.

Su Che, who was rushing to the horror theater on the fifth floor of the Daliuwan Haunted House, froze for a moment. Long Wenhua's mobile phone should be on the ghost.

Could it be that Long Wenhua snatched the phone back from that ghost?

This is impossible.

With Long Wenhua's courage, he might not be able to do such a thing.

"Where are you in the Daliuwan haunted house? Where is the ghost in the mirror that appeared in front of you in the live broadcast just now?" Su Che asked tentatively.

On the other side of the phone, Long Wenhua's tone suddenly revealed a sense of surprise for the rest of his life, "Brother, are you also watching my live broadcast? It was really scary just now. Those sneakers came out of the mirror, and then I felt like several people were dragging my hand to pull me into the mirror. Fortunately, brother, you borrowed my Taoist robe and it caught fire at a critical moment. Those ghosts who just wanted to pull me into the mirror screamed a few times The sound and the mirror all disappeared from my face."

The mirror and the ghost disappeared from Long Wenhua's face?

Su Che's face moved slightly when he heard Long Wenhua's words. If it was true that the consecrated Taoist robe caught fire and drove those ghosts back as Long Wenhua said, it is indeed possible, but... The heat of the Consecrated Taoist robe burned against the flesh... Long Wenhua was first burst by the mirror and pierced his buttocks bleeding profusely, and then was burned by the consecrated Taoist robe. If he can still speak in this tone, then it is really a ghost up!

Obviously, Long Wenhua's phone is still in the hands of the ghost, and compared to the cold and dull conversation when the phone was first connected, it has become more like Long Wenhua's voice. If it were someone else who was scared by the ghost first , and then inexplicably appeared in such a weird place, Chad would relax his vigilance when he made a phone call and heard a familiar voice, and gave it a chance.

Su Che decides to follow suit.

"That's good. Don't hang up the phone. We'll keep in touch. If anything unexpected happens, please contact me in time!" He didn't directly reveal the identity of the ghost on the phone, but pretended to be deceived.

Long Wenhua on the other side of the phone still had that surprised tone, "Good brother, we will keep in touch all the time."

Su Che tapped on the old functional phone, and big blood red characters appeared on the screen.

'It's still a ghost over the phone'

"Of course I know it's a ghost on the other side of the phone, can you confirm where it is?" Su Che asked in a low voice.

'You think too much, this is just an old-fashioned functional phone worth 75 yuan, Mr. Su, do you expect too much from its functions? '

Blood red characters continued to appear on the screen of the functional machine.

"You're stupid, since we can't confirm where the ghost is, can't we lure it here?" A dangerous smile flashed across the corner of Su Che's mouth, "Who doesn't know how to fish for law enforcement these days?"

'...'

A line of bold ellipsis floated across the screen of the feature phone.

Su Che opened the backpack, took out the blood-stained high-heeled shoes and put them on the floor of the aisle. In the blink of an eye, the blood-stained high-heeled shoes took two steps on the ground, and Huang Xiaoying's figure appeared from the blood-stained high-heeled shoes.

He told Huang Xiaoying the idea he had conceived with great emotion, and stared at Su Che with a puzzled face, as if he couldn't understand what Su Che said.

Su Che pointed to the dirty little boy puppet in its arms, then pointed to the ground, and stretched out his hand to wipe his neck, as if he would let the dirty little boy get rid of it when a ghost came over.

Only in this way did Huang Xiaoying understand what Su Che wanted to express, and she hid the dirty little boy's puppet in the corner of the aisle with a little confusion.

Signaling Huang Xiaoying to keep up with her pace, Su Che walked to the horror theater on the fifth floor of the Daliuwan Haunted House, and sent a message to the opposite ghost through the old function phone, "Xiaolong, I seem to be lost. I turned around on the basement floor of the Daliuwan Haunted House and couldn’t find a way out.”

"No way..." The ghost pretending to be Long Wenhua was very surprised, "Brother, don't panic, take a look around for reference, if there is any, tell me, I will immediately Come and find you!"

"Well..." Su Che pondered for a moment, "I'm on the side of the intersection leading to the hostel's night terror project, come here quickly, that ghost brought me to this ghost place, it scared me to death , hurry up, I can't hold on anymore."

"Here we come, big brother, just wait, I'll come right away!" Long Wenhua's voice disappeared from the phone, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps.

Su Che smiled silently, relying on the illumination provided by the flashlight of the mobile phone, he walked along the road that Long Wenhua had walked all the way.

"If only the paper lanterns were still there, those ghosts in the mirror would be burnt to ashes once they came into contact with the candlelight of the paper lanterns. Just go all the way." Su Che sighed silently, thinking to himself with some pain.

......

Whoops...whoops...whoops...

Breathing heavily.

Lying on the cold ground, Long Wenhua felt the piercing pain in his back and buttocks, and the scorching pain caused by the burning and scalding of the Consecrated Taoist robe.

"I, Long, have such a miserable life!" Long Wenhua sighed.

To be precise, what happened to him was almost the same as what the ghost who snatched Long Wenhua's phone told Su Che, except that the pair of black and orange sneakers in the mirror did not come out, but immediately The mirror in front of him pressed down on him strangely, and then stretched out five pairs of pale palms, grabbing Long Wenhua's body, trying to pull him into the mirror.

At this moment, the consecration robe he was wearing suddenly emitted a scalding heat wave, which instantly ignited the entire consecration robe, and broke free from the entanglement of five pairs of pale palms, but also burned Long Wenhua rolling everywhere, extremely miserable.

But even so, the five pairs of pale palms in the mirror did not intend to let go of Long Wenhua, dragging Long Wenhua's only live broadcast mobile phone that was not on fire, still trying to drag him into the mirror.

Fortunately, Long Wenhua let go in time, allowing the mobile phone used for the live broadcast to be dragged into the mirror by five pairs of pale palms, and escaped by luck.

Such a fierce fight is naturally presented to the audience in the live broadcast room.

"Miserable, Brother Long is truly miserable!"

"Four white candles arranged in a straight line are reflected in front of the mirror. This thing seems to be the mirror soul psychic game that King Bi played at the very beginning. It's super scary. Brother Long, hurry up and find the four mirrors and wait for it to appear again. Surrounded by it, let it split open on the spot, this is the ultimate killer move that forced the king to show!"

"Don't talk so much nonsense, go to Jiangcheng and invite Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen!"

"Bi Wang is far away in Jiangcheng. Brother Long bravely ventured into the haunted house alone, and the Taoist robes he stole from Bi Wang were even burned. I think Long Brother is going to finish his life this time, and offer incense in advance."

"A bow."

"Two bows."

"Three bows."

"Family return gifts."

"Is this still the time to joke around? Hurry up and call the police to save Brother Long!"

"My Taoist priest Zhang Laiye! Brother Long actually started broadcasting tonight, so he's just bragging again, hey... what happened? Why doesn't Brother Long wear clothes! Spicy eyes, sex anchor, I’ll call the police first... Something is wrong, it’s not about not wearing clothes... Good guy, Brother Long, you are provoking ritual ghosts... No , this should be an evil spirit! Brother Long, you are in serious trouble!"

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Long Wenhua was indeed in serious trouble.

He struggled to get up from the cold hallway of the haunted house, and accidentally touched the burnt blisters of the consecration robe, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

"What the hell is this? It's crazy to even snatch a mobile phone!"

The mobile phone used for the live broadcast was snatched by the ghost in the mirror, and the consecration robe he was wearing was also burned into a pile of scorched rags. Fortunately, Long Wenhua always carried a spare mobile phone with him...

Spare phone?

Long Wenhua just wanted to take out his spare mobile phone, but found nothing, and his mind suddenly jumped, "Gah, I was too flustered when I undressed just now, and I forgot to take out the things in my pocket."

Now, if he wants to get back the spare phone, he has to go back and go back to the place where he stepped on the tape recorder with Zhang Wanning’s name written in dripping blood. The chilly wind blows over his burning and painful skin, and Long Wenhua is shivering from the cold. When he thought of facing that ghost named Zhang Wanning again, his heart froze in place and he was caught in a dilemma.

After pondering for a long time, Long Wenhua let out a heavy breath, turned around and ran towards the direction he came from, "If you die, you will die. I don't believe that I have never seen someone Long. Can a living person be suffocated by urine? Already!"

Long Wenhua's successive actions and voices were faithfully recorded by the portable camera worn on his forehead, and they were continuously played on the screen in the live broadcast room.

"What's going on? Didn't Brother Long's phone be snatched by the ghost in the mirror? How can it still be broadcast? There's a ghost!"

"What's the matter? Brother Long broke into the ghost beast several times, didn't he still broadcast the live broadcast? You must know that it is a place where the signal is completely cut off. I suspect that Brother Long may have been entangled by a ghost a long time ago. He is still in the dark. here!"