No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

A strange thing happened on the return journey. It only took a few minutes to get there, but it took more than ten minutes to get close to the platform when returning.

Standing next to the last big pool of blood left by the hermit, Su Che fiddled with the broken stainless steel family eating spoon soaked in the blood with a butcher's knife. Like the black paper that was burned to ashes by Su Che back then, it shattered into a few pieces of irregular paper embers.

Looking up, the whole picture of the train station platform appeared in front of Su Che.

The scale of this railway station platform is extremely small, with two or three low brick buildings scattered along the track. If it is counted in the railway network, it should be the lowest fifth-class station, and it does not even have the conditions to accommodate passengers waiting for the train to enter the station.

The closer to the platform, the more obvious the extremely dangerous atmosphere that Su Che felt on the hell train, and the skin exposed outside the clothes became goosebumps visible to the naked eye.

"Don't get out of the car." Su Che looked at several tired and sleepy passers-by and said, and told the uniformed ghost, "If you are in danger, avoid it first, don't go head-to-head with other ghosts that come out, you are responsible for meeting us. it is good!"

The subdued ghost nodded silently. It has done this kind of work many times, and it has already been familiar with the road. Its eyes swept over countless cemeteries, and it suddenly said, "Brother, try to move as fast as possible, there are too many ghosts in this place." , so many that I can’t even count them.”

Looking at the flaming pupils of the uniformed ghost, Su Che was very clear that it was referring to the countless cemeteries hidden in the woods. He took out the old function phone and checked the time. It was three o'clock in the morning. Twenty, one hour, two and 10 minutes after the hell train departs, and there is only one hour, four and 10 minutes left before the resumption of operation of Metro Line [-] at [-]:[-] in the morning. If the line debugging before the operation of Metro Line [-] is excluded, it will be left to Su Che and his party Human time may be shorter.

Who knows what will happen to the ghosts who didn't leave the Hell Train before the subway line [-] resumed operation, death?Still stay here forever, just like the host of the help post surnamed Qi, his limbs are mutilated and hung on the tunnel wall. No one has noticed that he has evaporated for several years, and he just disappeared.

But Su Che is not without retreat, the remaining ghost in the mirror in the black book can take him to the mirror world of the Daliuwan Haunted House, and then enter Yuanjialing to escape, but...

Before Su Che's eyes, the fool's face, which was no different from the hermit's, beamed with joy and fell into madness after hearing the news of Yuan Jialing.

"Unless it is absolutely necessary, we can't let him find the entrance of Yuanjialing." Concentrating on his thoughts, Su Che greeted everyone from the Ghost Story Association to enter the train platform, and called Tang Xun, who was full of astonishment, "The exciting Hell Train team building project is about It’s time to enter the final stage, why don’t you come with us soon?”

Chapter 550 We Should Be More Cautious

This platform looks nothing from the outside, but it feels very strange when you walk into it. Two or three low brick houses are stacked together, like an enlarged version of the soul flag cemetery hanging on both sides of the track.

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There was a short circuit sound.

The bright flashlight fastened on the shoulder suddenly resumed lighting, and the bright white light instantly illuminated the dark and gloomy platform. Through the light of the strong flashlight, one could clearly see the bricks stacked on the innermost side of the platform. The room showed a dark red color of blood coagulation.

On the platform where the trees everywhere are gloomy and dead gray, this dark red house looks particularly intrusive and eerie.

"I still haven't seen any traces left by the fool and the hermit, even the old man who jumped out of the car just now is gone." Su Che slowed down, and he touched the head of the big black dog, "Can you smell Is it the smell left by the old man in the car just now?"

The big black dog opened its green eyes and sniffed its black nose. It didn't take long before it barked at the three stacked houses in front of it.

Su Che immediately held the butcher's knife, and started to go to the three low brick houses to find out the situation, but this move was interrupted before it could be carried out.

"Aren't you looking for the Hell Train?" A voice came from the low brick building on the right side of the dark red house. It was the old man who ran into the platform in a panic.

The glare from the strong flashlight fell on her body, but she didn't feel any discomfort in her narrowed eyes, and stared blankly at Su Che who was walking in the front.

"After thinking about it, we still feel that we can't leave you alone in this dangerous place, so we come back and prepare to help you!" Su Che paused, and continued, "Did you find anything unusual?"

The figure of the old man swayed under the strong light, like a piece of thin human skin, so light that it seemed to have no weight at all.

Su Che stared deeply at the old man, and he found that the old man at this time was very different from the old man when he got off the car, but he couldn't completely see this strange difference.

The old man's response was much slower than expected. She was stunned for a while before speaking in that inexplicably uncomfortable tone, "If you want to help me, then come in."

As soon as these words came out, Su Che and everyone in the Ghost Story Association did not move, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

As time passed, the embarrassing atmosphere gradually became dignified. The old man seemed to feel something, and the shaking figure under the strong light froze immediately.

At this time, the already dignified atmosphere between the two parties was even more depressing to the point where water dripped out.

"President, do you want to go in with her?" Kuang Cheng asked softly behind Su Che.

Su Che raised his eyes and glanced at the old man's right rib, "Old K, what do you see on her right rib?"

"Right rib? It's nothing..." Kuang Cheng stopped his voice slowly, took a breath, "The color is darker than the surrounding, her right rib is bleeding... this thing doesn't seem to be blood either! "

Seeing Kuang Cheng's expression, Su Che showed a slight smile, "It's the wound left by the blood-stained long knife. She clashed with the two traitors, the Hermit and the Fool, but... ...where are the two traitors, the hermit and the fool?"

Since it has been confirmed that the hermit and the fool are on this platform, Su Che will definitely not rashly disturb the two who are fighting to the death. After all, it is immoral to disturb the hermit for revenge.

The old man was still staring at Su Che, but Su Che could clearly see that the old man's expression of being overwhelmed had become more anxious, and she seemed to be worried about something.

Dark liquid continuously flowed from the right rib, and the wrinkled and gully-covered face gradually became ferocious. The anxious emotion in the old man's eyes became more and more intense. Her teeth were clenched tightly, and her wrinkled lips, which were almost as wrinkled as the wrinkles on her face, showed an image similar to that of the dark red house. same color.

His complexion was pale, his mouth was dark red, his figure was as thin as paper, and he could no longer see a trace of the aura belonging to a living person.

Suddenly, she moved.

"Since you refuse to come in, then go to hell." The mouth opened, and the dark red house seemed to come to life at this moment, the doors and windows slammed, and something wearing the uniform of the platform staff like the old man appeared. Inside the doors and windows, a strong and choking bloody stench enveloped the entire platform in an instant.

Su Che looked at the scene in front of him, and said righteously, "Too arrogant, too rampant! We are just going to the terminal by train, and you hell train staff actually want to kill us, and Wang Fa Is there a law?"

The old man was stunned.

He's still bragging about dying!

After reacting again, the hatred and murderous intent hidden in the old man's eyes could no longer be concealed, his face changed suddenly, and the things that emerged from the doors and windows of the dark red house crawled and squirmed towards Su Che and his party.

boom!

Just when they were about to reach Su Che and his party, the gunshot rang out.

Bang bang bang bang!

The flames sprayed, and the entire magazine was emptied in one breath, and the hot bullets staggered into their foreheads.

The sound of puffing was endless, and the twisted and hideous heads were blown off on the spot, and the colorful brains were scattered and splashed.

"Why can't everyone sit down and talk calmly if you have something to do? If you have to fight to the point of confrontation, the joys and sorrows in the world don't make sense, I just think they are noisy." Su Che unloaded the magazine without changing his face. Then load the bullet and load it again.

Hearing Su Che's words, the old man's distorted and ferocious face immediately turned black, "You despicable foreign passengers, you are all going to die."

"Even though you were attacked and stabbed by other passengers, old man, you can't beat everyone to death with one stick. We are really all good people, like fakes." Su Che looked at the old man sincerely, but it was a pity that he was infected. The old man who stabbed through the right rib with the bloody bone knife did not believe Su Che's nonsense, and a sneer appeared on her twisted and ferocious face.

Crashing away, turning around and walking into the low brick building on the platform, he disappeared instantly.

On the ground, Su Che shot in the head, and the strange thing in the uniform of the platform staff scattered into wisps of black smoke, slowly dissipating from the eyes of Su Che and his group.

"Is there any mistake? This Mr. Su really has a pistol in his waist. Those who know you know that you are the so-called Late Night Ghost Story Fans Association, but those who don't know you think you are some evil forces that came out of nowhere. " Tang Xun swallowed while looking at the Type 54 pistol in Su Che's hand, and complained silently in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, he said timidly, "Mr. Su, that old man ran away, what should we do next? Chase her in?"

"We should be more cautious. There are not only the ghosts of the hell train here, but also the former traitor hermit of the association who died but not completely dead, and the current number one traitor of the association, the fool. What do you think, Boss Yuan?" Su Che pointed out. Looking at the brick house where the old man disappeared, he put the Type 54 pistol in his hand back to his waist.

Yuan He understood the meaning of Su Che's words, and he was a little mad, "You still know the word cautious? Since you haven't boarded the hell train, until now, have you ever been cautious in what you do! Just rampage all the way without hindrance, killing special killings!"

But no matter how crazy he was in his heart, he was still very cooperative in his mouth, "Okay, I understand, I will help Mr. Su get close to the fool."

"I just like dealing with smart people!" Su Che glanced sideways at Yuan He with satisfaction, and promised, "Get rid of the fool, and we'll go back to the mirror world of the Daliuwan Haunted House, and help Boss Yuan get rid of the incomplete other things." Get your body parts back!"

The corners of Yuan He's mouth twitched, recalling the mirror world of the Daliuwan Haunted House that was engulfed in flames, and the rest of his limbs left there were not known to have been roasted or not...

Thank you so much for the fire you set!

Opening the backpack and putting on Li Rusong's human skin mask, and then putting on the uniform of the crazy doctor, Su Che's image changed drastically, and he was three points more than the insanely crazy members of other Tarot Society cult members.

"Okay! Everyone get ready, we are going to support the association's number one traitor, the Fool!"

Chapter 550 Are you sure you are still a ghost?

Before the voice of Su Che's words fell, the old man disappeared behind the low brick building on the platform, and the rattling of doors and windows of the dark red house became more intense.

If the level of shaking doors and windows was the same before, now it is comparable to violent demolition.

"It's not right, it's so wrong, we haven't made a move yet, why does it feel like the whole building is going to collapse?" Su Che frowned, realizing that the matter was not simple.

The light of the strong flashlight strafed back and forth, and dense black shadows appeared in the dark red house. Half of the stainless steel family eating spoon and the deep black windbreaker were missing. This is the figure of the spoon killer.

Not long after, the hermit with the blood-stained bone-cutting knife in his body also appeared in the dark red house, half of his head was smashed off, and the white bone stubble was mixed with brains and dirty blood all over his face. It looked very miserable.

The appearance of the hermit was just the beginning. Those strange things wearing the uniforms of the platform staff, as well as the old man who had just run away, gradually appeared from the swaying window sill of the dark red house.

At a glance, blood and flesh are flying everywhere, and the battle is fierce. People can't help but feel that the smell of blood that lingers at the tip of their noses is even stronger.

"The hermit, and other things are in that red house." The enemy was extremely jealous when they met. Although the hermit is dead now, but not completely dead, Xiao Tiantian saw the blood-stained bone-cutting knife The moment he penetrated the figure, his eyes turned red.

The resentment borne by the fat body is like a poisonous snake spewing out snake letters. The cold and resentful aura swims in the fat layer of Xiao Tiantian overflowing with light yellow oil, showing dead faces frozen in extreme pain during life.

Kuang Cheng shouted repeatedly, "Sister Tian, ​​calm down."

However, it didn't have much effect. Fatty Qian also ran towards the dark red house under the influence of the parasitic starving ghost in his abdominal cavity.

"Old Ann, Mr. H!" Kuang Cheng turned to look at An Donglin and Mr. H, only to find that they had also walked towards the dark red house.

Not only An Donglin and Mr. H, but in Kuang Cheng's eyes, even Su Che and the construction site gray man Tang Xun who was haunted by the ghost were walking towards the dark red house. He called the president several times in a row, Can not get any response.

"What's the situation?" Kuang Cheng was full of doubts.

As everyone entered the dark red house one after another, the platform in front of Kuang Cheng suddenly became old and dilapidated to the extent visible to the naked eye. The skin peeled off, and the bricks rotted, exposing the corroded and broken steel bars.

The swaying window sill also stopped, and the interior of the deep-dark house seemed like a monster that would choose to eat people, almost making Kuangcheng not have the courage to look directly at it, but he resisted this strange feeling and stared at the deep-set monster. In the scene inside the dark house, he saw densely packed bones that had been integrated with the walls.

These bones have been dead for a long time, but Kuangcheng can still distinguish their identities. The blood-stained long knife passed through the body and smashed the entire chest bone into pieces. It is the hermit; tall and fat, one can occupy four or five people. The one in the space is obviously Xiao Tiantian; the abdominal cavity is empty, and the one with bruises and starving ghosts is Fatty Qian...

Everything he knew, everything he didn't know, was dead, a mass of flesh and bones stuck to the wall.

When Kuang Cheng's eyes fell on a large backpack covered with scarlet blood and bones, she felt as if she had been hit in the head, and her mind was buzzing.

"It turned out to be a hallucination, so I said how it turned out like this." Kuang Cheng immediately reacted, with a mocking expression on his pale and stiff face, "It makes sense, even if everyone in the Ghost Story Association was wiped out on the hell train today." Among the ghosts and monsters, the president will probably retreat unscathed, your hallucination is a joke!"

He opened his skirt, took out the cold and steaming medical plasma from the inner lining of his clothes, and drank tons of it in one gulp.

Immediately afterwards, the black hair emerged from the pores, and the sharp fangs protruded from the lips. The illusion that was so real to a living person in front of him quickly melted like ice and snow in the eyes of the half-human, half-corpse.

The low brick building on the platform came into view again...

Do not!It's not just the brick building on the platform... There are also two similar figures, one with half of his head smashed, and the other wearing a floral shirt and beach pants.

Su Che's reaction was obviously faster than Kuang Cheng's. His eyes were cold, and he saw through the hallucination as soon as it appeared. At the same time, the hermit and the fool in the dark red house, who were anxious about the battle, also found a person and a ghost outside the house. Su Che and his party.

Shining the flashlight, Su Che quickly noticed that the Fool's situation was not very good. Although the dead but not completely dead hermit's head had been sunken inward by the spoon killer, his skull was cracked, his brains were splashed, and his eye sockets were exploded. , but still showed a crazier attitude than when he was at the River Bridge.

The blood-stained bone-cutting knife piercing through the hermit's body disappeared and reappeared from time to time, leaving gaps on his body where the bones were deep, but it didn't feel the slightest pain at all, it just numbly entangled with the fool, making him The blood-stained bone-chopping knife that pierced through its body also left bloody wounds on the Fool's body.

The old man who had been running before was hiding in a shadowy corner, surrounded by strange things wearing platform staff uniforms like her, exuding strong malice and resentment, but did not dare to approach this person or ghost easily.

"You are finally here!" The fool, who was not in a good situation, cast his eyes on Yuan He on Su Che's backpack, subconsciously thinking that Su Che and his party were the people Yuan He brought to support him, and his slightly anxious voice spread far away. Come on, "won't you hurry up and help me get rid of the traitor, the hermit?"

"Come here!" Su Che shouted repeatedly.

After waking up the hallucinated Britney, An Donglin, Qian Fatzi and Tang Xun, Su Che and his group hurried into the dark red house to support the fool.

When I first entered the room, there was a strong smell of blood. The ground paved with terrazzo was covered with bloodstains. White scratches left by terrazzo, and a small amount of skull bone residue.

Following the bloodstains on the ground, several corpses appeared in miserable state, their limbs were broken and twisted, and piled up in the cracks in the corner of the wall.