No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

His face was particularly gloomy, and he was staring at the direction of the 714 bus going away.

If Su Che could see this middle-aged man at this time, he would be able to recognize at a glance that he was the middle-aged vendor who led him and everyone from the Guild of Ghost Story during the day. At least there was almost no difference in appearance between the two.

However, his face, which was completely torn by sharp claws, changed quickly. The whitened flesh twisted and squirmed continuously, and in a blink of an eye, it became another face of a man under 30 years old, with a somewhat rich appearance. .

"This damn rooster is too fierce. It's fine that it has been chasing me ever since I was spotted by it on the hell train, but why can it find me in a place shrouded in fog in the ghost town?"

The corner of the Fool's mouth twitched, his mood was extremely bad, and his patience had been suppressed to the limit for this big rooster that was more wicked than a ghost.

The hell train was blown up by Su Che with a powerful 82-type oval grenade. He endured it. Yuan He betrayed him and was expelled from the Tarot Club by Su Che on the spot. He also endured it. He was tricked by Su Che into a haunted house in Daliuwan Wanting to enter Yuanjialing, but unexpectedly found that there were people from Dongjiang Guoan, he still endured it...

But after finally waiting for Su Che to leave Baiping Town where the evil spirit incident broke out in the North Gate, while working hard on the layout, he also had to be careful not to be followed and attacked by a big evil rooster all the way.

The dignified former leader of the Tarot Society, the extremely vicious murderer, and the crazy cultist who wantonly spread supernatural events, ended up being humiliated by a chicken.

How could he bear it?

"When I come out from Yuanjialing, I will chop you into a pulp!" The Fool gritted his teeth.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard screams of resentment coming from behind him, "Wait, this is... the red-clothed ghost in that abandoned apartment building?"

A bloody wedding dress floated from the sky.

It was the figure of the wedding dress ghost.

"What's the matter? With his ability, it's not difficult to deal with this red-clothed ghost. The kind of grenade that blows up the hell train can completely razed the apartment building to the ground. Could it be that he no longer has any?" Those things that are more evil than one?" The Fool immediately frowned.

If this guess is true, then it is indeed unprecedented good news for him, so that the hatred for the big cock in his heart has also faded a lot.

"Interesting, more and more interesting, I can't wait to meet you in Yuanjialing, Yuan Yi, you have to hurry up, hurry up, I must win this death divination game, no one can stop me Me. Calculate the time, there are still the last few days...it's time again, ghost festival, ghost town, ghost gate..."

The Fool's kind and rich face has been completely taken over by a crazy expression, "All traitors must die!"

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Sure enough, the Fool hid in the dark as Su Che expected.

Originally, he was planning to divert the wedding dress ghost and a ghostly bride who died under the curse of the wedding dress ghost to cause trouble for the Fool, but now it seems that the old fox, the Fool, has no intention of showing up easily from the dark .

And...Through the window glass of the bus reflecting the dim yellow lights, Su Che once again saw the terrifying dead face belonging to Yuan Yi. At this time, Yuan Yi, who has returned from the ghost, gave Su Che a very strange feeling , It was very different from the soul-returning night he experienced when he was in Huatian Building in Jiangcheng.

"Compared to Li Gui, Yuan Yi, who has returned to his soul, is more like the evil spirit of Yuan Jialing."

[Challenge Mission: Yuanjialing, a fierce place]

【Do you think you can escape?You can't escape!Step into madness on the verge of despair and pain, and then fall into eternal sinking!Enter Yuanjialing and survive for 72 hours. 】

[Dangerous degree: ★★★]

[Reward: A blood-stained ballpoint pen (Look, this is the struggle of the dying! This pen exudes an evil and terrifying aura, and seems to hide an unknown past.)]

Looking at the mission information about Yuan Jialing again, the weird bone whistle that hadn't appeared for a long time rang in his ears like a gangrene.

"The evil spirit is indeed difficult to deal with. It seems that it has not appeared for a long time, and it tends to calm down, but as long as you are not dead...not necessarily, maybe even if you die, it will not let you go easily. Now the ghost Isn't the resurgent Yuan Yi the best example?" Su Che's expression froze, and the bone whistle that blew in his ear for a moment stopped.

Of course, Su Che was not the only one who saw the dead face reflected on the window glass of the 714 bus. Previously, under the influence of this dead face belonging to Yuan Yi, Xiao Tiantian, Tang Xun and Xiao Tian, ​​who had lost the ability to control their bodies, The three of Jiang Gang were so scared that they didn't even dare to look directly at the dead face reflected on the car window.

"President...Yuan Yi...I didn't notice the existence of this ghost Yuan Yi at all. I just glanced at it in the ghost bus and got tricked. Is it a ghost? What?" Xiao Tiantian asked with lingering fear.

Su Che lowered his voice, and was interrupted by Yuan He before answering Xiao Tiantian's question.

"It's an evil spirit. All those who have come into contact with Yuan Jialing will not be able to escape throughout their lives, whether they live or die. No one can escape from Yuan Jialing. This is something Yuan Yi mentioned many times when he was still alive. But I didn't expect that Yuan Yi would turn into this kind of thing after he died."

"It seems that we are no exception this time. Although we have escaped from Yuanjialing once, it found us again... I have heard the whistle when we escaped from Yuanjialing. It came, it came Come to us with Yuan Yi!" Yuan He said tremblingly.

And after Yuan He finished speaking, Su Che, who was wearing the uniform of a crazy doctor, suddenly felt the long and narrow road ahead shrouded in thick fog suddenly open up, and the dim yellow headlights of bus No. 714, which could only illuminate a distance of a few meters ahead, suddenly shone Go out far.

At this moment, a road sign with blue background and white characters standing beside the long and narrow road was covered with rust, reflecting the three characters of "Yuanjialing".

The dry dead bodies were still hung on the road signs, and the heads that Su Che had shot and exploded were scattered on the side of the road, swaying silently, as if welcoming Su Che and his party to come again.

Chapter 680 "Approaching Science - Special Chapter on Ghost Festival of Ghost Festival"

When a supernatural event occurs, hallucinations appear in front of the eyes of the people involved, such as encountering a ghost hitting a wall, staying in a certain place and being unable to get out no matter what, or encountering ghosts covering their eyes and seeing many things that do not match reality. .

It is not uncommon for Su Che, who has rich experience in dealing with ghosts, to encounter such situations.

But whether it is the door on the third basement floor of the Daliuwan Haunted House in the southern suburbs where Yuan Yi left the door number 148 on Zijin Avenue, or the Yuanjialing outside the world in the mirror of the Daliuwan Haunted House in the southern suburbs, or the Yuanjialing that now appears in front of the narrow road, all It has been shown that Yuan Jialing is an out-and-out exception.

As far as the present is concerned, Yuan Jialing gives Su Che a far more weird and terrifying feeling than the red-clothed ghost who can form a ghost.

At the same time when Su Che and others entered Yuanjialing again.

At one o'clock in the morning, the lights of the surrounding residents were completely extinguished, and the last trace of fireworks brought by the living people disappeared without a trace.

A gust of cold wind came from nowhere, completely cooling off the residual heat from the daytime, making Long Wenhua, who was in short clothes and short sleeves, shiver involuntarily.

"Ah... the moon is dark and the wind is high, I hope there will be no accidents." Long Wenhua rubbed his cold hands and thought to himself.

After a whole day of visiting and repairing, and by the way fooling the audience in the live broadcast room for a long time, he finally figured out the general situation of the so-called ghost asking for directions at the construction site, as well as the ghost festival in Wangxian County and even around Shuangqing. bizarre rumors.

"Hungry Ghost Festival is celebrated in many places, but that Police Officer Zhao chose to record the show within the scope of Shuangqing City. I knew he had no good intentions. Fish it out!"

Long Wenhua shook his head imperceptibly, an unstoppable urge to run away with a bucket in his heart, but his eyes looked around, and at night, one by one appeared, or talked in a low voice, Or take a nap with your eyes closed, or members of Dongjiang Guoan who are on duty as usual.

It is a bit exaggerated to describe it as three steps, one post, five steps and one whistle, but to say that the vicinity of the construction site where the ghost asked for directions incident was all under surveillance by Dongjiang Guoan people, and any trouble could not escape their eyes. It is more than enough to receive the news and take action in the shortest possible time.

"Oh, I didn't see a single person in broad daylight, and it's outrageous that they all popped up at night." Long Wenhua cursed secretly in his heart.

At this point, he could only follow Zhao Tailai's arrangement and turn on the camera as usual.

However, his current identity is not a ghost-seeking anchor with bad money, but an anchor who insists on eradicating feudal superstitions, combating ghosts and snakes, and while uprooting the remaining hidden dangers of ghosts asking for directions and supernatural events, he also recorded a popular science program to dispel rumors. A field reporter for the film crew of the Near Science column.

Of course, it's not bad to be a war correspondent.

"It's amazing. There are three people in the program crew, one leader, one driver, and I, Long, was the only one who recorded the program so emotionally?" Looking at Zhao Tailai, who was standing outside the bright isolation zone with a serious expression, With Hong Shan showing some sympathy in his eyes, Long Wenhua only felt his nose sore, and had the urge to burst into tears.

After taking a deep breath and calming down his desire for a Japanese dog, Long Wenhua turned off the microphone on his collar and started recording:

"Why did the eighty-year-old man die on the street? Why did hundreds of highway construction workers wake up in the middle of the night? Why did the condoms in the small shop get hacked repeatedly? Why did ghosts appear frequently in the girls' dormitory? The serial and bizarre deaths of sows in Dafa Farm Who did it? Is the train leading to hell on Metro Line [-] true or false? What is hidden behind the hustle and bustle of haunted rumors on the Ghost Festival? Behind all this, is it the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality? The outburst of hatred or the helplessness of survival?

Please pay attention to the annual contribution of the "Approaching Science" column group at [-] o'clock tonight: "Approaching Science-Special Chapter on Ghost Festival", let us follow the camera and enter the world behind those bizarre and thrilling urban legends. "

"Hi everyone, I'm Long Wenhua, a special reporter for Science Program."

The camera in his hand turned around, completely covering the construction site shrouded in layers of night.

Long Wenhua said seriously, "The place we are now is a highway construction site on the outskirts of Wangxian County, Shuangqing City, Dongjiang Province. But five months ago, this was a graveyard used by local people to bury their deceased relatives. After negotiation Compensation, the local people have completed the work of relocating the relevant tombs before the construction of the expressway.”

"However..." Long Wenhua suddenly changed the topic, and continued with a gloomy tone, "The matter is not over yet."

"Two months after the construction of the expressway construction site, people living nearby reported that they would often see an old man dressed in old clothes in the middle of the night, who seemed to be dressed in the last century, and asked everyone where Majiaxiang was going. There are also construction workers on the construction site claiming that the old man asking for directions is a ghost, and some construction workers on the construction site were frightened to live in a mental sanatorium when they saw it; Record what you see and hear in an online forum and make it public."

"What are the unknown stories behind the ghost asking for directions at the Wangxian Expressway construction site?"

"Approaching Science—Reporter Long Wenhua for the special chapter on the Ghost Festival of the Ghost Festival, I will reveal the secrets for you one by one. Let us...approach science together!"

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At 02:30 in the morning, the preliminary recording work ended with trepidation, and Long Wenhua was finally able to rest for a while.

"Officer Zhao, what do you think of me, Mr. Long? Does it satisfy you?" Long Wenhua put down the camera and ran to Zhao Tailai to ask for credit.

Zhao Tailai nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, it's not a big problem, just keep the energy you usually have for Tanling live broadcast."

"What about the follow-up? Do we still follow the established script?" Long Wenhua asked aloud.

Zhao Tai came to look at Long Wenhua, then looked at the construction site that was not too spooky in the night, thought for a while before answering, "Since it's a regular program, don't play tricks like playing ghosts in the live broadcast of Tangling." Yes, once it is exposed, the impact will be too bad, so let’s pave the way for the suspense first, and tomorrow morning, like your live broadcast yesterday, do some interviews with local people, and finally set the origin of the wayfinder as a wife Early death, premature death of children, crazy old man with mental problems will do."

"We'll take care of the rest tonight."

"Good guy, we are spreading rumors to refute the rumors!" Long Wenhua opened his mouth.

Zhao Tailai didn't explain, but just said, "Long Wenhua, you just came into contact with these things not long ago. After you see more, you will know why we did this. Once some things are included in your cognitive range, whether it is By what means..."

"Huh..." Long Wenhua listened, and suddenly showed a surprised expression on his face. He turned his face and said as if he was looking for something, "Officer Zhao, did you hear that? There seems to be something People are blowing whistles nearby, don’t you go to bed after two o’clock in the morning?”

Zhao Tailai's voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes suddenly widened, as if he saw something that shocked him.

The empty hands were bloody instinctively, and the ferocious bloody hands tore the sleeves. In Zhao Tailai's staring eyes, wisps of mist drifted over from the layers of night, thicker and thicker. .

It swallowed Long Wenhua's figure almost in the blink of an eye, and continued to spread outward.

Chapter 680 If you say you are haunted, you will be haunted, at least let me know in advance!

"Are you kidding? I, Long, obviously didn't do anything. I just talked a little with that police officer Zhao, and I was haunted by ghosts again?"

Looking at the dense mist around him, Long Wenhua was completely dumbfounded. Before he even realized what happened, he knew through his rich experience of encountering ghosts that he was [-]% encountering a supernatural event again. .

"If you say you're haunted, you'll be haunted. At least let me know in advance! What's the point of sneaking up on me, Mr. Long, who is partially injured and still unhealed?" Long Wenhua thought angrily.

Hearing the bone whistle that came from nowhere and kept ringing, Long Wenhua's mood became more and more irritable. No matter which way he went, there was always a thick layer of fog in front of him, and he couldn't see clearly. There is something ahead.

"It's strange. Officer Zhao and the driver named Hong Shan were right next to me just now. Why are they all gone now? Did I meet a ghost hitting the wall? But this doesn't look like it!"

Thinking of this, Long Wenhua felt a headache.

Taking out the consecrated mahogany sword that was carried with him to save his life, the warm warmth was transmitted to his hand, which made Long Wenhua feel a little at ease.

With his sight blocked, Long Wenhua didn't want to sit still, so he tentatively groped forward, and in a vague way, he really found a long and narrow road that winds forward.

"Officer Zhao? Driver Hong? Are you there? Answer when you hear it!"

The scene in front of me can no longer be described with such simple words as evil, and the sound of the bone whistle became more and more stern, so that Long Wenhua had the illusion of deja vu, but when he escaped from Yuanjialing on the No. 714 bus, He was being chased and bitten by the out-of-control Yuan He, but he didn't hear the bone whistle that had appeared for a moment, so he didn't know anything about his situation.

If Long Wenhua was forced to describe it in words, he did feel an unprecedented sense of crisis. It would be dead if he stopped and waited for the ghost to come to his door. He might find a chance of life if he took the initiative to attack, so he could only bite the bullet and continue. Groping forward.

However, just as Long Wenhua was carefully advancing along the long and narrow road.

An unexpected thing happened.

At the back of the road that Long Wenhua walked on before, a figure dripping blood suddenly appeared in the increasingly thick fog. A pair of dark, empty pupilless pupils revealed full malice.

The dense fog seemed to be moved by an invisible hand, and there were waves of heavy footsteps on the dark and gloomy road, like dead bodies walking on the ground.

Soon, the figure dripping with blood disappeared, and slowly merged into the thick mist.

"Huchi...huchi..."

Long Wenhua lived in the Anorectal Department of Jiang Medical University Affiliated Hospital for recuperation, and his physical decline inevitably caused Long Wenhua to become out of breath after a long time on the road. Long Wenhua might not be able to withstand the warmth from the consecrated mahogany sword in his hand.

"After this matter is over, I must exercise well after I go back. I think I, Long, climbed over the iron guardrail of Anzhen Hospital two or three times, and ran across the entire Yangping Ghost Port in one breath. It won't work if you walk a few steps." Long Wenhua thought so.

I can't remember how far I have walked, the road conditions under my feet seem to be getting worse and worse, and there are more and more potholes on the road, so Long Wenhua had to slow down for the time being.