No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"It didn't matter at first, but after the way-asking ghost said that, it did." The red glow in Zhou Tan's dark eyes became colder and colder, "It's July and a half, ghosts are running around, you know what this means What? This represents the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts!"

"Damn it." Zhou Tan couldn't help but swear, "The more I'm afraid of something, the more it will come. This road ghost has a connection with the Ghost Festival, and it must be contained and controlled within fifteen days. Otherwise, when the Ghost Festival arrives, things will get worse."

Chapter 520 Boss Yuan, the traitors of the Clearing and Suppression Association are here tonight!

"During the suspension of business for rectification, there was another accident at the Daliuwan Haunted House. The illegal live broadcast caused 1 death and 6 injuries. The owner of the haunted house has been brought under control!" "

"Starting from the bottom, Shuangqing City is the scariest! ! !The scariest! ! !The most bizarre! ! !Top Ten Bizarre and Supernatural Events! ! ! "

"Construction Stories of Metro Line [-]: Those Years I Was Dust Underground"

"Death Train Thriller Rumors Revealed!" ! ! "

Of course, Su Che, who was far away in Shuangqing, did not know that he was dealing with the source of the ghost asking for the way incident. The Hell Train prepares in advance.

[Hell-level hidden side mission, Tarot Society Part [-]: Hell Train]

[It is said that on Subway Line [-] in Shuangqing City, there is a train bound for hell every night at [-]:[-] a.m., take the hell train to the terminal. 】

[Reward: worn-out ticket (the ticket that has been erased from the start station and the end station, where will it lead?)】

A casual search on the Internet revealed most of the rumors of supernatural events in Shuangqing City before Su Che's eyes. After spending a lot of effort to eliminate most of the fabricated ghost stories, Su Che finally found himself on Line [-] of the Shuangqing Metro. Some clues were found in the help post on the Tieba and the complaint information published on the official website of Shuangqing Metro.

The operating hours of the subway line in Shuangqing City are from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, but the help post on the Shuangqing Metro Line [-] is that the owner said that he took the last subway before [-]:[-] pm and arrived at the terminal Finally, I seemed to vaguely see that the waiting room was still crowded with people waiting to take the subway.

Continue to read, there is basically no reply to this help post, and many of the contents have even been deleted by the building. The content of the entire post is incomplete and completely unknown. What's the matter, but the last reply left by the host two years ago made Su Che feel very unusual, the content of the host's reply was very brief.

'I'm going crazy, I'm going to do that ride, I'm going to. '

The content of the whole post came to an abrupt end here, but Su Che secretly guessed that the poster of this post probably got on that hell train at the end.

As for the complaint information published on the official website of the Shuangqing City Subway, Su Che felt even more weird. The first complaint post was initiated by a user named Mr. Min, who said that he took the last subway at [-] o'clock to return home after a party and drunk. The family accidentally passed out drunk on the subway, and he fell asleep on the subway all night in a daze. When he was carried out on the subway, he caught a bad cold and almost died.

The second complaint post is also the last subway at eleven o'clock in the evening. The complainant is a user named Mr. Huang. Strange thing, there is no staff member in the entire Nanwan Station, and the subway exit that leaves the subway is closed before it arrives, and the train that should have ended its operation has not ended, and it is still dragging the empty carriages until the morning At around [-]:[-], he was discovered by the subway staff inspecting the line and sent out of the subway.

"Both these two complaint posts happened on the last subway train at eleven o'clock in the evening. It seems that before the departure time of the hell train at two o'clock in the morning, strange things began to happen on the subway line [-] of Shuangqing. Could it be Did the staff on Metro Line [-] find anything? Or do you have to meet certain conditions to see the weird effects of the Hell Train? It’s getting more and more interesting.”

Continuing to search, Su Che focused his search clues on the complaint information published on the official website of Shuangqing Metro. After flipping through the complaints one by one, Su Che found that this group of boring sand sculpture netizens almost missed the information of Shuangqing Metro. The complaint section of the official website has been turned into a late-night nonsense exchange platform, and all kinds of frightening urban legends abound.

Finding useful information from these massive fabricated horror urban legends is like finding a needle in a haystack. Fortunately, Su Che still found a few useful information. For example, Ms. Zhao, who lives near the Nanwan Subway Station at [-] o'clock in the morning, complained that it was closed There is also the noise of the subway running in the subway station, which made her nervous and insomnia almost every night after a long time.

What caught Su Che's eyes the most was that a user named Mr. Xu left a message. He reported that at 4:20 am on April 01 this year, he saw a group of suspicious-looking people sneakily opening the door. The subway barrier of Nanwan Station, which has been closed for a long time, slipped into the subway and did not know what illegal activities he wanted to do.

At this time, the subway prompts that the station ahead is Nanwan Station.

"At Nanwan Station in April, a group of suspicious and sneaky people sneaked into the subway station? Is it possible that they are members of the Tarot Society cult who connected with the Fool?" Su Che turned off the screen of the phone, and stuffed the phone back into his pocket .

The moving subway began to slow down slowly, and soon came to a steady stop. The passengers who were about to get off walked out of the subway along with the crowded flow of people, and Su Che was among them.

This subway station is not big. After getting off the train, you will pass through a long corridor and you will go up to the escalator to the exit. Compared with the not-so-big subway station, there are quite a lot of people getting off here. Not exaggerating at all.

When Su Che stepped on the steps next to the escalator, he suddenly felt an evil gaze glance at him, and he couldn't help but pause. He immediately looked sideways at the direction where the evil gaze came, but it was a pity that there were many people around. There were too many passengers getting off the bus, and he only saw a vague shadow disappearing from the crowd.

"It's a ghost." Su Che was very sure, "According to common sense, if a supernatural event occurs in a subway station with such a dense traffic, it would have already spread, but there is no such thing as a ghost at Nanwan Station. There is only one kind of supernatural event." Possibly, that is... the Tarot Society, this must be the lair where the members of the Tarot Society are hiding. The most dangerous place is the safest place. Even if it is discovered by Dongjiang Guoan, it can rely on the dense flow of people Create a riot to get out, it seems that this is the place."

Following the flow of people leaving Nanwan Station, Su Che did not rashly choose to scare the snake, but left Nanwan Station directly to meet with the members of the Guild of Strange Talk.

It was only seven or eight minutes away from leaving the subway to meeting the members of the Guitan Association who had been waiting for a long time. They waited around the corner of Exit 8 of Nanwan Station, and stepped forward quickly after seeing Su Che.

"President, what did you find?" Kuang Cheng asked impatiently as he handed over Su Che's oversized backpack full of contraband. After all, whether it was dangerous or not was the second priority, and the salary increase after completing the team building was the most important thing.

Su Che nodded, "It's here."

Tang Xun, who has been following Su Che and the others, refused to leave no matter what, was full of doubts, "Mr. Su, what is it here? Isn't this just an ordinary subway station? What's so strange?"

"Tonight's team building project is here!" Su Che patted his backpack, and said to Yuan He inside, "Boss Yuan, set things right and suppress the traitors of the Association tonight!"

Chapter 520 IX As long as you keep your heart out of those bad things, the danger will always be one step behind you

Yuan He, who was put in the backpack by Su Che to accompany the group of ghosts along the way, was speechless. As for Tang Xun, who had just asked what was in the Nanwan Subway Station, he saw Su Che slapping the backpack and talking. After the action, the slack string in my mind couldn't help but tense up again.

"Hey, there is a human head in this Mr. Su's backpack! Could it be that what he said just now was all about the human head in the backpack? Tonight's team building activity...could it be in the subway Let's throw the corpse..." Tang Xun's eyes flashed the words 'comparative', 'exciting', and 'team building project'.

The team building project of going to the subway station to throw the corpse without sleeping at night is really exciting.

It was still early at this time, and there was still a long time before the hell train appeared at 148 o'clock in the morning, so Su Che planned to go to the Daliuwan Haunted House in the southern suburb of Shuangqing to find the entrance to No. [-] Zijin Avenue, and by the way, take the Send the corpse king over.

Leaving Nanwan Station of Shuangqing Subway Line [-], Su Che waited for a long time on the side of the road before stopping two taxis.

"Master, go to the Daliuwan Haunted House in the southern suburbs." Opening the co-pilot's door, Su Che got in directly.

"Daliuwan Haunted House?" The taxi driver narrowed his pupils and looked at Su Che, who was already sitting in the co-pilot, and then glanced at Tang Xun and Kuang Cheng, who were sitting in the rear compartment, with a very surprised expression, "Daliuwan Haunted House It has been seized for the second time, what are you doing there?"

"We are from the Jiangcheng Late Night Ghost Story Fans' Association. We heard that accidents happened one after another at the Daliuwan Haunted House, so we came here to Shuangqing to collect materials." Su Che turned around and put his backpack on the back seat, friendly to the taxi driver. He said with a smile, "Hurry up, we are in a hurry."

"You young people are really fearless. The Daliuwan Haunted House is not clean. The last time it was closed down was because five people died for no apparent reason. That's not the end. Just three nights ago, another person died. .” The taxi driver sucked in the air-conditioning on his cheeks, and seemed a little unwilling to take Su Che and his party to the Daliuwan Haunted House in the southern suburb of Shuangqing.

"Hey, Master, what are you afraid of in broad daylight? Just send us outside the Daliuwan Haunted House, and then we will walk over by ourselves." Being far away from home and not being familiar with each other made Su Che miss the meeting he had in Shuangqing. Several taxi drivers, they are much easier to talk to.

"You young man, you are so bold." The taxi driver sighed helplessly, then used a pager to contact the driver of the next car and asked, "Old Yan, are you going to run this car?"

The pager answered without thinking, "Run, I haven't heard of anything happening over there, let alone it's daytime, why don't you run?"

The taxi driver hung up the pager and shook his head, started the car and drove forward, and sighed for the third time, "Where are you young people, you are going to run away, what is that sentence called? You can't die if you don't do it?" That’s right, it’s called not to die!”

Tang Xun in the back seat said silently in his heart, "I have already met you."

"Listen to what the driver said, have you ever encountered dirty things before?" Su Che sensed a strange smell from the taxi driver's words, and tentatively chatted with him, "Tell us, we have a good understanding of these ghost stories." Quite curious."

"Forget it, it's unlucky to talk about it. I will be transferred to the night shift in a few days. I don't want to have an accident." The taxi driver shrugged.

But not long after, when he saw that the atmosphere in the carriage turned cold, he took the initiative to speak again, "This matter sounds quite evil. You are from other places and you may not know much about the customs of Shuangqing, but every year in the seventh month of the lunar calendar You should know about the Ghost Festival on the fifteenth day, right?"

"July and Half Ghost Festival, I know that." Su Che nodded.

"Hehe..." The taxi driver smiled, conceived his language and continued, "Speaking of which, it's only a few days away from Ghost Festival, probably a few years ago, which date? I can't remember exactly what year it was, but the time of the accident was the night of the July Half Ghost Festival."

"The custom of Shuangqing is that every household must give... Well, burning paper money for the deceased is a custom. It's nothing to be surprised about. That night I took the night bus, Passed by the Baiping intersection at 02:30 in the morning."

"At that time, I was using the company's internal driver communication pager to chat with other drivers who could be contacted nearby, and by the way exchanged information about the surrounding passenger sources. When we were chatting, I saw a woman in white clothes squatting at the intersection. They are burning paper money."

"In Ghost Festival, everyone is basically burning paper money to send ghosts, and I don't care."

"Later, when I passed the next intersection, I found something was wrong. It was the same woman in white clothes just now. She was still squatting on the side of the road and burning paper money, and... not only me, but another person who was chatting with me The driver unintentionally mentioned that he also saw a woman in a white dress burning paper money on the side of the intersection."

"At this moment, a woman's voice suddenly came from his side, as if asking him where and how to go. I thought he had picked up the passengers, so I asked if there were any extra passengers on his side. There are no passengers left, and if there are any, let me go and share."

"The result is that this sentence is bad. I was waiting for the red light, and the woman in white clothes who was burning paper money at the crossroads suddenly raised her head and looked at me, then stood up and walked to my taxi. Knock on the car window and say I want to put her in the car and drive her somewhere."

"To tell you the truth, I was so frightened at that moment, I didn't even dare to talk to the woman in white, and I didn't care if there was a red light in front of me, I stepped on the gas pedal to the end and fled home."

"After thinking about it carefully, I vaguely remembered that the white dress on that woman...was a shroud for the dead..."

"I immediately wanted to contact the driver I was chatting with. I contacted him with a pager for a long time and didn't see him answering. I knew something was wrong with him at that time."

"Sure enough, within a few hours after I contacted the company to report the situation, I received a notice from the company that the driver I was chatting with was found dead in a car accident in the middle of an intersection on the other side of Baiping. The car was crushed, and people were crushed into pieces..."

"Investigating the surveillance on the road, his taxi co-pilot really looked like a woman in white sitting in it, but there was only his dead body at the scene of the car accident. The final judgment of the accident by the traffic police said that it might have been caused by the refraction of streetlights." Physical phenomena, only I, who chatted with him that night, know...he must have hit a ghost on the night of July and a half, and it was the ghost that killed him!"

After listening to the story told by the taxi driver, Su Che thought for a moment, "After the accident, didn't you report what you know, master?"

"It's been reported, but who will believe the leaders in the company?" The driver gripped the steering wheel tightly, and the sweat from his palms wet the steering wheel. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, "The car accident was just a simple traffic accident, but to It's a supernatural event! It's a ghost killing people! Once the taxi drivers are too frightened to go on strike during the night shift, what do you think the company's leaders can do?"

"It's fine for everyone to know some things in private. As long as you don't touch those bad things, the danger will always be one step behind you." The taxi driver continued to comfort Su Che and the others, "So, you youngsters are the best It’s best not to keep trying to find excitement, and if something really happens, it’s too late to regret it.”

Chapter 530 Traitor...Traitor?What does it mean?

The speed of the taxi was not too fast. As the roadside buildings gradually became shorter, two taxis, one in front and one behind, quickly entered the southern suburb of Shuangqing City.

"We'll be at the Daliuwan Haunted House soon." The taxi driver stopped chatting with Su Che and Hu Tianhai about various horror urban legends circulating in Shuangqing, turned his head left and right and glanced at the somewhat desolate surroundings and said in a low voice.

The taxi continued along the highway, and after another ten minutes, the driver slowed down.

"Here we are." Moving the steering wheel to the side of the road, the taxi driver did not send Su Che and his party directly to the haunted house in Daliuwan in the southern suburbs as agreed before, but stopped at the side of the road two or 300 meters away from the haunted house. car.

After wiping his sweat-stained palms on his clothes, the taxi driver moved his body and looked at Su Che who had already got off the car, and finally kindly reminded him, "You guys, please pay attention to safety, don't go to those evil ways. find excitement in other things.”

"Master, don't worry, we have our own discretion." Su Che paid the fare, put on his backpack and headed towards the Daliuwan Haunted House together with the members of the Ghost Story Association who got off the bus.

Viewed from a distance of two to 300 meters, the main building of the spiers of the Daliuwan Haunted House can only be vaguely seen by the sparsely branched green trees beside the road. In four or five police cars, members of Dongjiang Guoan in police uniforms and black uniforms could be seen busily coming in and out, carrying out fragments of shattered mirrors from the haunted house.

Inside and outside the Daliuwan Haunted House, there was a lot of noise, which made people wonder if the haunted house was being demolished.

"Boss Yuan, where is the number plate of No. 148 Zijin Avenue that Yuan Yi left behind that you mentioned before?" Su Che patted his backpack.

After a while, Yuan Hecai replied in an unlovable tone, "At the end of the corridor on the third floor underground of the haunted house, there is a door embedded in the wall, which cannot be opened at all. The number plate of No. 148 Zijin Avenue is welded to the door. Die on this door."

"Is there a keyhole on that door? Boss Yuan, you searched the entire haunted house but couldn't find a key that can be inserted into that keyhole?" Su Che continued.

Yuan He said in surprise, "No way, Mr. Su, you even know this? Could it be that you have been to the third basement of the haunted house in the mirror world?"

Su Che didn't continue talking with Yuan He, but touched his chin and thought to himself, "The Daliuwan Haunted House has been sealed off. If you want to go to the third basement floor, you can't avoid contact with people from Dongjiang Guoan. Do I have to go directly to find them?" They showed their cards, saying that behind the number 148 on Zijin Avenue on the third basement floor of the haunted house, there is a scary town called Yuanjialing that is full of evil spirits?"

"However, apart from the door that Yuan He said was hidden on the third basement floor of the Daliuwan Haunted House, with the number plate No. 148 on Zijin Avenue, the mirror world of the Daliuwan Haunted House can also go directly to Yuanjialing. The mirror world contained in the black book There are more than one ghost, and it is not difficult to enter the mirror world again through them."

After thinking for a while, Su Che temporarily dismissed the idea of ​​entering the Daliuwan Haunted House to check on the spot at No. 148 Zijin Avenue leading to Yuanjialing. His eyes swept over the surroundings of the Daliuwan Villa, and a few patrolled and guarded the surrounding area of ​​the Daliuwan Villa to prevent the melon-eaters from approaching. The plainclothes people who entered had a panoramic view, and Su Che reckoned that if his large group of people approached the Daliuwan Haunted House again, these plainclothes would definitely pay close attention to them.

He left an excuse of "I'll go make it easier" to the members of the Guild of Ghost Story around him, then put down his backpack and let the members of the Guild of Strange Story take care of it for the time being. In a shady place where the sun does not shine, put the black book of the Guitan Association in "Qiwushiqi: Extreme Cold" and take out the coffin of the dead king who was frozen hard in the Guitan freezer.

Then he pried open the coffin board, and kicked the corpse king who wanted to uncover the coffin back into the coffin. After fixing it with coffin nails again, Su Che pondered for a while, and then took the "Consecration, From Beginner to Master" that he had already photographed and archived. The book was thrown in.

Closed the coffin board, took out the phone and dialed the long string of 0 phone numbers.

After a few short rings, the phone was quickly connected, and a low and hoarse male voice arrived as promised.

"This is the wiring center of Dongjiang Guoan Special Service Division [-]. May I ask Mr. Su if there is anything you need to report?"

"I have already delivered the corpse king you want to your door. The address is in the green belt near the Haunted House in Daliuwan in the southern suburbs of Shuangqing City. By the way, I will bring you a surprise. Remember to come and pick up the delivery!" Su Che said bluntly. Frankly speaking.

The deep and hoarse male voice on the other end of the phone was obviously overwhelmed by Su Che's words, and it took a while before he replied, "Mr. Su...Mr. Su, you are moving too fast... .Is it the green belt near the haunted house in Daliuwan in the southern suburbs? I understand, and I will arrange relevant personnel to come and receive the corpse king as soon as possible."

"That's right." Su Che asked with the idea of ​​making all the phone calls and not asking, "Do you know that there is a supernatural event on Subway Line [-] in Shuangqing City?"

"Metro Line [-]?" The deep and hoarse male voice paused for a moment, as if he was looking up information, "There are indeed some weird rumors about Metro Line [-], but we sent personnel to investigate on the spot and found nothing special. May I ask Mr. Su? Did you discover something on Metro Line [-]?"

"Well, the Tarot Club is in Shuangqing's lair, and it's probably on Metro Line [-]." Ever since Su Che accepted the task of infiltrating the Tarot Club in Nanhe County and performing the supernatural version of the ghost in Infernal Affairs, Su Che has gone through hardships. Against all odds, he finally managed to bring a group of inner ghosts who are the core members of the Tarot Society to the Tarot Society's hiding place in Shuangqing to carry out the final net collection operation.

However, the deep and hoarse male voice on the other end of the phone did not imagine that Su Che's progress was so fast, nor did he expect that the current Tarot Society has become the ghost of all members, and even the fool who is the leader of the Tarot Society was arrested on the spot. Membership terminated.

"Mr. Su, is the news reliable?" The hoarse male voice suddenly raised a few decibels and asked in a serious tone.

Su Che shrugged, "Not too sure, after all, the cult members of the Tarot Society are running and catching, and only a small group of traitors are still stubbornly resisting. I'll go and have a look tonight. I will write you back and hang up the phone."