No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"Fatty Qian?"

He yelled Fatty Qian's name loudly, but Fatty Qian turned a deaf ear to it. Su Che recounted his successful experience in curing ghost upper body patients many times.

The blazing blue electric arc flickered, and Su Che raised his hand to wrap some finely broken electric arcs, and slapped Qian Fatty on the cheek that was constantly chewing.

Snapped!

It's sizzling!

The sound of electric current and the slap sounded at the same time, and an extremely conspicuous scorched black slap mark was branded on Fatty Qian's face.

"Ah! Who's hitting me?" Fatty Qian screamed out in convulsions as the sizzling current flowed across his face, his hair stood on end, and his expression was numb.

"It's me!" Su Che looked straight into Fatty Qian's back-to-back eyes, "What is the relationship between the ghost in red that appeared here and your master who died suddenly? Time is running out now, Fatty Qian, please make the long story short and explain it clearly .”

Hearing this sentence, Fatty Qian was stunned for a moment, and immediately remembered that he had sent a text message to Xiao Tiantian after he noticed a supernatural event in the mourning hall, and replied repeatedly:

"Master went to Shuangqing some time ago. After returning, he started to use his mobile phone to order takeaway for three meals a day. At first, I didn't pay much attention. I just thought that Master was getting old and didn't want to cook by himself, so I kept the previous frequency. I come to visit him every few days. As a result, we met in the unfinished building of Jiangdu Garden yesterday morning. When I came back here to visit Master again, I found a lot of people around his house, waiting for me to squeeze in to have a look. Only then did I realize that Master had passed away without knowing when."

"At the beginning I didn't find anything abnormal about Master, I just thought he died normally, but when I was about to put him in the coffin... an accident happened, and Master's body became so dry that only Skinny, as if all the subcutaneous fat has disappeared! I know that this is a ghostly event, and it’s too late to make a call, so I can only notify Sister Tian by sending a text message.”

"Afterwards, just as I expected, a red-clothed ghost appeared from the withered corpse of the master, and the neighbors who came to help with the funeral suddenly went crazy, eating those that hadn't been cleaned and thawed, and used them for tomorrow's funeral The ingredients for the banquet, and then they died one by one, just like Master died, no amount of food can stop the spread of hunger, they all starved to death."

"As for me, the starving ghost parasitic in my abdomen felt a deadly threat. It instinctively dealt with the red-clothed ghost who wanted to kill me. The hunger that penetrated into the bone marrow made me involuntarily sweep away the remaining ingredients. Empty, but eating more and more, blurred consciousness, paralyzed thinking, leaving only the desire to eat."

At this point, Fatty Qian's face changed suddenly, and he regained his numb and stiff expression, and murmured in a dull voice:

"Eat! Eat! Eat!"

"Eat everything to save your life from the attack of this red ghost!"

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"Hiss... You starving ghost has a really big appetite."

The red-clothed ghost was suppressed by Su Che's coffin nails, and the hunger eating instinct of the starving ghost parasitized in Fatty Qian's abdominal cavity could no longer be suppressed. His high swollen abdomen was cracked with blood lines, and a curled up blue-black dead face numb from Qian The fat man drilled out of his abdominal cavity.

At this time, Su Che knew how the starved ghost parasitized in Fatty Qian's body.

Fatty Qian's abdominal cavity has been hollowed out by the starving ghost, leaving only one esophagus connected to the navel of the starving ghost's curled up abdomen. To the starving ghost, Fatty Qian's esophagus is like an umbilical cord that injects nutrition.

Seeing such a horrifying scene, even Su Che couldn't help but take a deep breath, "The starving ghost is too parasitic on Fatty Qian, once the starving ghost's esophagus is disconnected, the starving ghost will be crushed to ashes. Fatty Qian will die instantly."

The starved ghost crawled out of Fatty Qian's belly, leaped high, his jaw split open to reveal a mouthful of pitch-black and ferocious teeth, and he directly bit down on the mountain of ghost takeaways.

With this bite, half of the ghost takeaway piled up in the mountain was directly bitten off. After eating the ghost takeaway that was seriously out of shape, because the red-clothed ghost was suppressed by the coffin nails, the starving ghost was not affected in any way, it devoured ghosts The takeaway action is still going on.

Sewage was sprayed, and the stench of ghost takeaways decreased rapidly, and the blood threads that clung to the coffin nails and corroded gradually burst.

More and more ghost takeaways were swallowed by the starving ghost, and the blood burst and disappeared. The rotten flesh of the red-clothed ghost screamed piercingly. There is no doubt that the ghost takeaways are part of its body.

"President, this... this... shall we stop the starving ghost?" Kuang Cheng swallowed hard. In his knowledge, the starving ghost inside Fatty Qian could not eat anything but eat it. Or eat, no matter what kind of disgusting thing can be eaten, it is almost like waste, how can it make people feel scared like now.

To be honest, facing the starving ghost who swallowed the ghost takeaway, Kuang Cheng once had an ominous premonition that he would be eaten alive by this starving ghost.

Su Che looked at Fatty Qian, his state was similar to that of eating ghost takeaways just now, and the starving ghost at this moment didn't seem to have any plans to stop parasitizing.

"Wait and see for a while, the starving ghost seems to want to swallow this red-clothed ghost completely." Su Che said, swallowing all the ghost takeaways without leaving a single grain is indeed the most direct way to get rid of this red-clothed ghost method.

Ear-piercing screams echoed in the mourning hall, the blood threads clinging to the corroded coffin nails were shattered bit by bit, and the mountain of ghost food quickly disappeared in the mouth of the starving ghost.

After swallowing all the ghost food, the blood on the rotten meat of the ghost in red has been completely wiped out. The starving ghost chewed its cheeks and slowly crawled back to Fatty Qian's cracked abdominal cavity. There were many intermittent blood spots in the ferocious teeth, which could not go away.

"This starving ghost is transforming into a red-clothed ghost." It's not like Su Che has never seen a red-clothed ghost who devours ghosts. The red-clothed ghost who was hacked to death by him with a butcher's knife on the 714 bus was like this. When the dead ghost really turns into a red-clothed ghost, its parasitism in Fatty Qian's abdominal cavity will end, and Fatty Qian will be eaten by the starving ghost at that time.

"The ghost food made by the ghost in red was eaten by the starving ghosts in Fatty Qian's stomach?"

Kuang Cheng and Xiao Tiantian looked at each other. They didn't do anything tonight. They just saved Fatty Qian while Mr. Su was attacking the ghost in red. So this supernatural incident was dealt with?

Isn't it a bit too simplistic!

"Yes, the buffet is over." Su Che said calmly.

Walking up to Fatty Qian, after confirming that Fatty Qian is still alive, he is temporarily handed over to Kuang Cheng and Xiao Tiantian to take care of him.

The ear-piercing screams stopped, and the mourning hall fell silent. Except for the corpses who died of eating ghost takeaways, it was as quiet as if nothing had ever happened.

Su Che kicked the dispirited corpse king into the coffin, covered the coffin board and butchered the pig knife to take back the black book, and then found something unexpected when he recovered the coffin nails. Yi Ligui didn't completely disappear, the piece of rotten flesh that was nailed to the coffin still existed, and Su Che could even see the only thread of blood left in the rotten flesh.

"What's going on? Could it be that this red-clothed ghost has not been wiped out, so what happened to the dissipated ghost creature?" Pulling out the coffin nails from the ground, his hands were cold and his body was cold, and the bloodshot rotten flesh was wrapped around the coffin nails. together, as if growing together with the coffin nails.

Holding the coffin nails and staring at the rotten meat, Su Che carefully looked at it, "The cut is very complete, it should have been cut with a very sharp knife, or it may have been divided by a machine, the color is very dark, and the muscle fibers and fat are almost melted away. , it must have been stewed for a long time...the root of the ghost takeaway was a corpse that was cut into pieces and cooked and stewed...how insane are the criminals?"

"Combined with the clues obtained in the ghost talk world, the supernatural event of the ghost takeaway is directly related to the hermit who died on the Lanjiang Bridge, and Fatty Qian's master started to behave abnormally after going to Shuangqing some time ago, causing the ghost The takeaway incident happened again. Shuangqing, the Hermit, the Tarot Society, and the last remaining traitor leader, the Fool..." Su Che's eyes slowly lit up dangerously, and the hearts of everyone in the Guild of Ghost Story were chilled. Guess which unlucky guy is being targeted by Mr. Su again.

what......

Why do you say the word again?

Of course, this is not the key.

Looking at the corpses all over the place, Su Che felt a little headache. More than 20 people were killed by ghost takeaways. This place is not like Yangping Ghost Harbor and Grave Village, where ordinary people cannot see or are remote and uninhabited. , but located in an urban village with a strong flow of people. When the sky brightens, the terrorist incidents happening here are bound to be discovered by nearby residents and cause panic.

"The members of the cult who were expelled from the Tarot Club on the spot became more and more frenzied. The only thing that appeared in Jiangcheng was a fragment of the corpse of the red-clothed ghost. After being eaten by the starving ghost, the red-clothed ghost should be severely injured. , unable to show up to harm people in a short period of time, once they are slowed down, the consequences will be disastrous."

"We can't delay any longer. Tonight, we will rush to Shuangqing City overnight to arrest the traitors of the association and the hermit who is the owner of the blood-stained bone cutting knife No. 14 that has not yet been imprisoned in the black book!"

For the time being, Su Che is still not clear whether this ghost takeaway ghost incident was man-made or accidental, but he has no intention of delaying it for a few more days.

Chapter 510 I, Long Wenhua, am in my early twenties, and I am a frequent visitor to the anorectal department!

"What? That boy Long Wenhua has been admitted to the Anorectal Department of the Affiliated Hospital of Jiang Medical University again?"

To deal with the supernatural incident of the Lanjiang Bridge, Zhou Tan and others from Dongjiang Guoan Special Service Division [-] have led a team to withdraw from Jiangcheng, while Zhao Tailai, who is the interim person in charge of the follow-up handling team of the Lanjiang Bridge supernatural incident of the Secret Service's [-]th burial agency, is still in Jiangcheng Stay behind and be responsible for completely eliminating any hidden dangers of the death pendulum clock's resurgence in the supernatural incident of the Lanjiang Bridge.

That being said, it is actually not so easy to operate.

With the increasing occurrence of supernatural incidents, Dongjiang Guoan's manpower is always in a state of high-load operation, and the specific form shown is... the so-called follow-up processing team has only Zhao Tailai himself, the bare-handed commander.

Fortunately, Chen Ruiguang blamed Li Rusong, a terrorist who was wanted by the former Red Notice, for the blockade of the Lanjiang Bridge for many days. Anyway, the dead can't speak, and Li Rusong, who died twice, could only bear the blame with tears in his eyes.

But the matter did not end there. After hanging up the phone call from Shuangqing, Zhao Tailai couldn't figure out how the supernatural incident on the Lanjiang Bridge ended in less than two days. How did Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen, go to Shuangqing City? The haunted house in Daliuwan in the southern suburbs of Long Wenhua participated in Long Wenhua's live broadcast, and then took Long Wenhua back to Jiangcheng and sent him back to the Anorectal Department of the Affiliated Hospital of Jiang Medical University to recuperate.

"Last time it was Huanggang Village, this time it was the haunted house in Daliuwan in the southern suburbs. Good guy, this enthusiastic citizen, Mr. Su, is really full of energy. By the way, is the speed of that ghost bus so fast?"

I want to scratch my head but find that I have no hands. Looking back on the appearance of the enthusiastic citizen Mr. Su, there is still only a vague outline. If it is not known that the enthusiastic citizen Mr. Su has been recruited by someone to join Dongjiang Guoan, he is lurking in the cult organization Tarot Club as an undercover agent , he really wondered if Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen, had nothing to do all day looking for ghost troubles.

Muttering a few words in his heart, Zhao Tailai set off to the Anorectal Department of the Affiliated Hospital of Jiang Medical University. Compared with staying behind to monitor the matter of the Lanjiang Bridge, part of the reason why he stayed in Jiangcheng was Long Wenhua.

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The night in the Anorectal Department of the Affiliated Hospital of Jiang Medical University was quiet.

Some time ago, because the female corpse of Jiangcheng Anorectal Specialist Hospital ran around at night, the painful memories of many anorectal patients who were hospitalized for treatment were wiped out by time. Except for the occasional gossip about the rumors of fraudulent corpses, this incident has not aroused too much. waves.

Only Long Wenhua looked at the white ceiling in the middle of the night, smelled the smell of disinfectant in the air, and felt the tearing pain in the chrysanthemum area secretly sad.

"I, Long Wenhua, in my early twenties, I am a frequent visitor to the anorectal department!"

It was supposed to be a live broadcast of a haunted house with a lot of money, but unexpectedly turned into a real supernatural event that almost lost his life. Long Wenhua just felt tired and didn't love him, especially knowing that Brother Cheng was scratched by the corpse king and taken away by the secret department. The situation where the world has evaporated, let alone a haunted house consultant or a ghost-seeking anchor, he just wants to go back to his hometown and guard his one-acre three-point land to enter the retirement life in advance and take care of his life.

"Hey, there is no more miserable anchor than me, Long, miserable!" Long Wenhua sighed silently.

It was 02:30 in the middle of the night, and he still had no mood to sleep. He was lying on his side on the hospital bed holding the consecrated mahogany sword thrown to him by Su Che in the mirror world, waiting for the dawn.

There is no way, Long Wenhua has been suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder due to successive ghost encounters recently. When he closes his eyes after dark, he feels that there are ghosts trying to kill him everywhere. No matter what, he can't sleep peacefully.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

When the knock on the door sounded, Long Wenhua gave a jolt, and immediately lifted his spirits to stare at the closed ward door.

"The doctors and nurses who are on duty at night in the anorectal department basically don't come to the ward during this period of time. How could someone knock on the door suddenly? Damn, it can't be haunted again, right?" Facing the endless haunting incidents, Long Wenhua had a psychological shadow. Any disturbance that violated the norm made him extremely vigilant.

Crunch!

There was a gap in the closed ward door, and Long Wenhua couldn't help but clenched the hilt of the Kaiguang peach wood sword, his nerves tensed to the extreme.

Slap... Slap...

Two dull footsteps broke the quiet atmosphere of the ward. Long Wenhua was panting with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Be strong.

The door of the ward was slowly pushed open.

The footsteps sounded again.

near... near...

A burly figure with empty arms pushed open the door of the ward and approached Long Wenhua step by step.

Long Wenhua took the lead, "I managed to save my life from the Daliuwan Haunted House, and now there are ghosts trying to harm me? No matter, eat my dragon with a sword!"

Snapped!

Kaiguang Taomujian was swiftly avoided by the visitor, and he tripped, and Long Wenhua, who had just got up, fell firmly onto the hospital bed.

"Hehe, Long Wenhua, you are quite a courageous kid. You dare to strike first when you encounter a ghost. Yes, I saw the right person!" The steady voice of the middle-aged man came into Long Wenhua's ears.

When he saw the appearance of the visitor clearly, his mind exploded, "It's over, I, Long, will disappear from the world just like Brother Cheng."

"Officer Zhao... Zhao, what's the use of looking for me?" Long Wenhua was so frightened that he trembled.

Zhao Tailai had a meaningful smile on his face, "The organization needs you to contribute your ass!"

"???"

Long Wenhua's whole body was cracked, and he was almost scared to death by saying this, "Zhao Zhao Zhao...Officer Zhao, I, Long, are a good citizen, I made it very clear last time, I also told you Mr. Su's phone number, but don't take it for fun!"

"What messed things are you thinking about?" Zhao Tailai frowned at Long Wenhua, and continued, "Long Wenhua, male, 25 years old, from Pingcheng, we have recorded your information, as someone who has experienced many times A supernatural event... Except for a certain part being severely injured repeatedly, you can be said to be an ordinary person who is almost unscathed, and you have great potential."

"What? I have great potential?" Long Wenhua's eyes were full of puzzlement.

Zhao Tailai nodded, "That's right, although you are suspected of hugging your thighs, I have watched almost all of your live broadcast content, including the ones that used to pretend to be ghosts, and found that you do have special potential in certain aspects."

"I have a job in hand now, which is very suitable for you. I wonder if you would like to accept it?"

After hearing Zhao Tailai's content, Long Wenhua became even more confused, "Potential? Work? Wait, Officer Zhao, can you describe the content of this job in detail?"

"This is confidential. I can only introduce it to you if you agree to do this job." Zhao Tailai refused bluntly.

Long Wenhua smiled wryly, "Do I have a choice?"

"In fact, there are, either you hold the consecrated mahogany sword in your hand and kill a ghost alone, or you can only choose to accept this job. Of course there is a third option, but I don't think you will like it This choice." Zhao Tailai said in a deep voice.

"What's the difference between saying this sentence and not saying it?" Long Wenhua slandered in his heart, but he nodded in agreement because of the situation, "Anyway, there is nothing to lose, and someone named Long will take this job!"