No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

The onlookers gathered in the darkness and watched from a distance watched the fire being extinguished, and three charred corpses emerged from the burnt scrap iron car and talked about it.

"It's really a crime. Three lives are lost just like that."

"There are tens of thousands of roads, and safety is the first. The driving is not standardized, and the relatives are crying!"

"Wait, there seems to be something wrong with the corpses in the car... There seems to be something in their mouth!"

When the fire was completely extinguished and the seriously deformed frame was broken open by the firefighters and the three charred bodies were lifted out of the carriage, the Baiping onlookers, who had been chattering a lot just now, suddenly fell into a state of death. the silence.

The faces of the three charred corpses were distorted, their eyes were closed tightly, and their stuffed mouths were so wide that they were almost split open. All the onlookers could see what was stuffed in their mouths.

It was scorched black and turned yellow, but the shape of the coin could still be seen, and the paper money was still emitting sparks.

"North...Beimen Xie, it's Beimen Xie!"

In the crowd, I don't know who shouted.

The crowd surged in an instant, and the crowd who were still crowded together dispersed quickly, each and every one of them wished to grow a few more legs to make themselves run faster.

Chapter 570 Zhongyuan Ghost Festival, North Gate Evil, Wayfinding Ghost

"The deceased Liu Quansan, male, 47 years old, 1 meters long, with creases at the outer corners of the eyes, no soot in the cornea and conjunctival sac, second-degree burns on the skin of the whole body, which has formed an arc-shaped split structure separated from the subcutaneous tissue, and the limbs of the corpse are bent He was in a fist-like posture, and there was a large amount of soot and carbon powder in the respiratory tract, and it was preliminarily determined that the cause of his death was asphyxiation caused by lung failure caused by inhaling a large amount of ember.”

"The deceased Zhao Yan, female, 43 years old, body length 1 meter 60..."

"The deceased Liu Xi, male, 19 years old, body length 1 meters..."

It's late at night, and the autopsy report of the three dead in a car accident on the streets of Yangping is in front of Zhu Yuan. As a person who has lost contact with the ghosts of Huanggang Village for ten years, it is undoubtedly a task to keep up with the ever-changing times. Difficult, besides that, restoring the body damaged by the ghost in Huanggang Village is the top priority.

It's a pity that the current Dongjiang Guoan is so short of manpower that it can't even allow Zhu Yuan to have too much time to get acquainted with the present ten years later. He first took the initiative to ask Ying to go to Jiangcheng to meet the ghosts in Huanggang Village and save himself. Who is Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen?

As a result, half of his life was lost surrounded by ghosts and ghosts on the Lanjiang Bridge. Fortunately, Zhou Tan provided timely support at the critical moment, and Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen on the Lanjiang Bridge, threw the paper lamp like a street lamp to pendulum death. Burning it to the ground, it barely solved the supernatural incident of the river-blocking bridge in the poisonous Jiangcheng for ten years.

However, when he returned to Shuangqing, he had just rested for a few days and his injury hadn't healed yet. Another news of thunder on the ground reached his ears. Putting down the autopsy report in his hand, Zhu Yuan tapped his bloodless forehead, laughing at himself. Said, "Ever since I escaped from the ghosts of Huanggang Village, I feel that I have been abandoned by the times. The outside world is even more dangerous than the ghosts of Huanggang Village. The North Gate Evil controlled by that senior has also begun to resurface..."

"Captain Zhu, the situation is like this. Liu Quansan, Zhao Yan, and Liu Xi are relatives of the three deceased. Among them, Liu Quansan was the first victim in the Beimenxie incident during the Ghost Festival that year. surviving immediate family members."

"Earlier, the ghost-eyed detective of Secret Service Five had already sent news that the asking ghost that appeared in Wangxian County and Jiangcheng successively was related to the Ghost Festival, so Beimenxie made a comeback during this year's Ghost Festival. very likely."

The man who spoke seemed to be in his early thirties, wearing glasses, with his head turned back, and he spoke with a serious and serious look.

"Bad news comes one after another. You should know that I'm still seriously injured, so why don't you just push the whole thing to me?" Zhu Yuan turned over the autopsy report he had just put down helplessly.

The unsmiling middle-aged man still had that stern tone, "There is no way, you should be very clear about the situation in the bureau now, Captain Zhu, and there is really no way to mobilize extra manpower."

Having said that, he suddenly changed the subject, "But there will be good news at that time, Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen who broke into the cult organization Tarot Club, successfully took out the cult organization Tarot Club in Shuangqing last night. In the old nest, the leader of the cult, Fool, was beaten as a traitor and fled, this cult organization that has been entrenched in Jiangcheng for many years is about to be completely wiped out."

Zhu Yuan's pale face suddenly froze, "Qiu Jing, what did you just say? That Mr. Su, he came to Shuangqing from Jiangcheng again? Huh...why did I say the word again?"

"Furthermore, the fact that the leader of the cult, the Fool, was beaten as a traitor and fled..." Zhu Yuan's froze mouth twitched slightly. Is it something you can do..."

The serious middle-aged man named Qiu Jing nodded in confirmation.

Good guy.

What else can Zhu Yuan say, in his eyes, Mr. Su, the enthusiastic citizen who rescued him from the ghosts of Huanggang Village, is simply crazy, and at the same time, he is extremely energetic.

Regardless of the anecdote he heard from Zhao Tailai that Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen, swept away the ghosts and monsters in the entire Jiangcheng by himself, so that other ghosts and ghosts were moved by the wind and escaped from Jiangcheng overnight carrying his own coffin. In terms of the actual experience of the enthusiastic citizen Mr. Su, the truthfulness of this enthusiastic citizen Mr. Su is a bit outrageous.

"Have you notified Mr. Su about the resurgence of the North Gate evil?" Zhu Yuan asked suddenly.

Qiu Jing's tone remained unchanged and she replied repeatedly, "Mr. Su from the Secret Service Division [-] has always been indifferent, and because of the need for confidentiality and the need to prevent the expansion of abnormal situations, the Bureau basically treats this kind of people recruited from the outside world." Using a single-line connection, it is not easy to contact him."

"after all......"

Qiu Jing paused, and moved his gaze up to the ceiling, "Since that incident happened, the bureau's censorship of external information flow has become more and more stringent."

Of course Zhu Yuan knew what event Qiu Jing was talking about. After escaping from the ghosts of Huanggang Village, he made up for several days of Dongjiang Guoan’s files of major events in the past ten years. The incident is well known.

Not to mention Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen, even with other members of Dongjiang Guoan who are out on the job, they need to filter out the supernatural events that may spread through an item whose confidentiality level is so high that even Zhu Yuan has no right to view the files. to get in touch.

Taking a slight breath, Zhu Yuan endured the soreness of his back molars and said in a low voice, "What happened in the past ten years? Why did such unreasonable ghosts come out?"

"We are still unable to confirm the cause of this kind of ghost. We suffered a lot when we first faced this kind of ghost that spread supernatural events through information as a medium. Otherwise, the Bureau would not be in such a mess."

"However, this incident can be barely controlled. A few years ago, there was a destructive supernatural incident code-named ghost call in the Eastern island country. Although we didn't get the specific casualties caused by this incident, we can only rely on it. It can be deduced from just a few words that even today, they have not been able to completely solve the supernatural incident of the ghost call."

"Of course it's not just the oriental island countries. Small-scale destructive supernatural incidents occur from time to time in the Xinmatai area where witchcraft is rampant. Killing elevators, ghost children in dreams, decapitated cable cars...the number is too numerous to count. In comparison, the situation on our side is pretty good, and it turns out that although the means of controlling information dissemination channels in the Bureau cannot delay and block the occurrence of ordinary supernatural events, they are effective in dealing with this specific supernatural event."

Qiu Jing said in a deep voice.

"Enough is enough."

Zhu Yuan hurriedly stopped, the resurgence of Beimen Xie was enough to give him a headache, and Qiu Jing talked about more and more weird and strange events with a deadpan expression.

He folded the three-point autopsy report in his hand and stuffed it into his pocket, ready to leave for Baiping Town, where the North Gate Evil revived.

"Hungry Ghost Festival, North Gate Evil, Wayfinding Ghost..." Zhu Yuan's pale face drew an ugly wry smile, and he murmured, "I just hope that fewer people will die this time... ..."

Chapter 570 Jiang Gang: I'm saved!

Tick...tick...tick...

The ticking sound of the second hand of the bedside alarm clock was especially clear in the room where you can't see your fingers after turning off the lights. Jiang Gang tossed and turned on the bed all night, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Just as Jiang Gang’s life creed says: As long as you keep your heart out of those unlucky things, danger will always be one step behind you.

Since his unlucky encounter with Yuan Yi, the former owner of the Daliuwan Haunted House who was suspected of committing suicide early yesterday morning, he has asked for leave from his taxi company at the speed of light. Will go back to drive a taxi again.

As long as he runs fast enough, no scary ghost can catch up.

However, this is obviously just his wishful thinking. At this moment, he is very sure that Yuan Yi's refusal to ride during the day not only did not bring him safety, but put him in danger.

Because as soon as he closes his eyes, Yuan Yi's piercing face with high cheekbones and skinny bones will appear in his empty and dark vision.

Slowly closing his eyes, that face appeared in front of his eyes again. Before Yuan Yi's face fully appeared in front of his eyes, Jiang Gang opened his eyes suddenly, staring blankly at the dim ceiling.

"It's not a hallucination. I was really haunted by the dead ghost who committed suicide in the Daliuwan Haunted House." Jiang Gang rolled over and sat up on the bed, his eyes scanning back and forth in the dark bedroom.

The dead corner of the closet, the dark and empty bed, the night sky covered by the curtains, and even the hair-sized gap under the bedroom door...

Something is watching him secretly.

The extremely tense nerves gave Jiang Gang a warning.

It's not the hypnotic effect brought about by self-psychological suggestion, but the real, intense discomfort that makes people feel like they're on the back, like sitting on pins and needles, like a stick in their throat.

In a hurry, I wanted to touch and turn on the bedside lamp on the left side of the bed, but I accidentally knocked off the charging mobile phone on the bedside table. There was a bang, and the cold light of the mobile phone screen was instantly projected onto the ceiling. Every corner of the bedroom The corners reflected row upon row of irregular shadow patterns on the ceiling, as if unknown evil spirits were stalking the bedroom, barking their teeth and claws, trying to inflict extreme fear on Jiang Gang.

His palms were extremely wet, and his eyes were drenched with cold sweat from his forehead. Jiang Gang struggled to control his trembling right hand and grabbed the phone that had fallen to the ground. The lock screen showed that the current time was 53:27:[-] in the morning.

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of the beating second hand of the alarm clock placed by the bed was so clear in Jiang Gang’s ears. He only saw the time on the lock screen of the phone jump three times. As soon as the screen was turned off, the cold light reflected on the phone screen disappeared.

Jiang Gang's eyes suddenly fell into darkness, and the strong discomfort he felt just now, like a light on his back, like a needle felt, like a stick in his throat, erupted instantly, and the irregular shadow patterns projected on the ceiling like unknown evil spirits stretching their teeth and claws were not only because of no reason. The cold light of the mobile phone screen disappeared and became more conspicuous as it was entrenched on the ceiling.

And being held tightly in Jiang Gang's hand, the screen of the mobile phone has been shut down...Even in a completely dark bedroom without any light, Jiang Gang can still see the screen of the mobile phone at any time. It showed a distorted, thin face that seemed to have been drained of flesh and blood, leaving only the thin and long cheekbones wrapped in dry skin.

this face...

It was the face of Yuan Yi that Jiang Gang saw when he closed his eyes.

"Boss Yuan! Brother Yuan! I have no grudges with you in the past, and I have no grudges in the present. Your suicide has nothing to do with me. I just drive a taxi poorly. If you hate me for not taking you during the day, I will always Isn’t it enough for Jiang to kowtow and apologize to you here?”

dong dong dong.

I have to say that Jiang Gang is a ruthless person who regards life-saving as the first element of life, and he is absolutely unambiguous when he says he wants to kowtow.

He kowtowed a few times on the bed to the black screen of the phone that revealed Yuan Yi's face, muttering while kowtowing, "Boss Yuan, if you have any grievances, please don't come to me. Limited, I really don't have the ability to help you get justice, how about this, I will help you call the police, I will help you call the police right away, and let the police come to help Boss Yuan clean up your grievances..."

Talking nonsense in the face of unknown horrors will not bring Jiang Gang any more sense of security. On the contrary, it will make his panicked emotions fall to extreme fear, and a large wave of cold air rushes from the face of the mobile phone screen. Looking out, Jiang Gang seemed to see that Yuan Yi's face, which could hardly be called a human face, turned bloody and full of wounds, the corners of his eyes were slanted and lifeless, his jaw drooped, and dark blood dripped out.

Boom boom boom boom...

In the gloomy and depressing environment, with the strange face so close at hand, Jiang Gang gradually lost control of his body, and the frequency of knocking his head in front of the mobile phone screen suddenly intensified, his forehead was red and swollen, and soon the skin broke out Blood came, but Jiang Gang didn't feel the slightest bit about it.

He kowtowed heavily like pounding garlic, as if he would kowtow himself to death in front of the phone screen.

Or feel that death is about to come to him, the instinct of survival makes Jiang Gang subconsciously struggle, wanting to grab whatever he can grab around him as the last straw, under constant groping, he seems to have touched what.

click.

In addition to the continuous sound of kowtow, the sound of some kind of switch being turned on was transmitted to Jiang Gang's mind, which was almost muddled.

Zizizizizizi...

After a short electric current, a soft and sweet voice instantly dispelled the haze of terror that shrouded Jiang Gang's bedroom.

"This is Jiangcheng Weird Talk Radio, which has been going on for ten years without interruption, and is committed to bringing you the most frightening, bizarre and terrifying urban ghost talks. Hello everyone, I am the host of Jiangcheng Weird Talk Radio, Xiao Tiantian."

"Today we invited Mr. Qian, a senior chef who has been working in Jiangcheng for many years. Mr. Qian has recently experienced a series of unimaginable and terrifying experiences."

"Next, let's give us warm applause, and ask Mr. Qian to share with us his real experience of encountering urban ghost stories."

Pop, pop, pop.

There was a burst of artificial applause that sounded fake.

At this moment, Jiang Gang suddenly realized that he could move. He couldn't care about his painful forehead. He jumped off the bed in a panic and turned on all the lights in the bedroom. Looking at the bedroom as if it was daytime, he realized it later. He turned around and looked at what he was holding in his hand.

Square in shape and black all over, this is the radio that Jiang Gang specially bought to listen to news and music to relieve boredom.

Listening to the voice of a simple and honest man telling stories about urban ghost stories in a low voice, Jiang Gang touched his back, which was completely soaked in cold sweat, and stared blankly at the radio in his hand, "Jiangcheng Ghost Talk Radio Station? I I remember that I have never listened to the content of this station...and why do I always feel that the name of this station is very familiar?"

"Jiangcheng Weird Radio Station..." Jiang Gang's eyes showed the rejoicing of the rest of his life after the catastrophe. After thinking for a few minutes, he suddenly realized, "The voice of this radio host, Xiao Tiantian, is the same as that of Lao Yan who sat the day before yesterday. Car, the fat woman who occupies the entire rear space by herself is exactly the same!"

"Jiangcheng Ghost Story Radio Station is Jiangcheng Late Night Ghost Story Fans Association!"

At this time, Jiang Gang was like a middle-aged man who saw a small advertisement of an old Chinese medicine male specialist posted on a telephone pole, and was suffering from unspeakable difficulties. He firmly grasped the radio in his hand and cheered up, "I'm saved!"

Chapter 570 No one can escape, no one can escape......

As a seasoned fisherman who had been in distress and narrowly escaped death by night fishing time and time again, Peng Hui was already well-known in the circle of fishers in Jiangcheng.

Although he has experienced two horror experiences of encountering a drowned ghost in Lanjiang night fishing and ghost faces in the water in Tangshan Reservoir night fishing, it is impossible to stop. Fishing in the daytime is not exciting enough. I don’t know how to play lures, so I can only continue my life in the future by finding a Heikeng farmed fish pond and pretending to be night fishing.

That's right, Peng Hui, a fisherman who was tormented by ghost faces in the water and dared to carry two boxes of detonators to take revenge in the middle of the night to blow up ghost faces in the water, now can only condescend to squeeze in the breeding fish pond and enjoy fishing at night. After all, here There are not so many people, and there is also logistical support provided by the boss of Heikeng nearby. It seems that there will be no unexpected danger.

The fact is exactly as he thought. He spent most of the night fishing by the fish pond and fully enjoyed the experience of explosion protection. Looking at the fish protection that was almost filled with all kinds of live fish, Peng Hui slowed down and prepared to take a break. Rest for a while, and then make persistent efforts to get back a little capital.

After all, the whole night fishing in Heikeng costs up to [-] yuan, which is very cool, but the wallet is a bit too much. In order to catch more nights this month, and to avoid the end of eating dirt, Peng Hui cannot be lazy in the slightest psychology.