No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"After the Tarot Club was wanted by Dongjiang Guoan's note, it was necessary to have some cooking skills lurking in Shuangqing. I haven't done this business for a long time. The craftsmanship is really a bit rusty. I haven't caught fire for most of the day!"

"Did you steal this van?"

"No, no, Mr. Su, where do you think you are going? Of course, as the king of the Tarot Club, I will not commit crimes easily to attract the attention of those from Dongjiang Guoan. Only by being cautious can we survive the dangerous cult organization that is full of evil and kills each other. Tarot will survive, if I want to spread supernatural events wherever I go like other lunatics in the association, I can still live until now?"

"When I say the skill of eating, I mean working illegally in a roadside auto repair shop... To be honest, this 2000-hand Wuling Zhiguang bought for [-] yuan is really beyond the control of ordinary people!"

"..."

Chapter 830 Wasn't there a ghost just yesterday?Why are you haunted again today?

On the outskirts of Wang County.

A dilapidated [-]-handed Wuling Zhiguang was passing by rapidly.

"The number of vehicles leaving the urban area today seems to be several times higher than that of the previous few days. Has something happened in the urban area of ​​Wang County?" Through the window glass, Su Che watched the vehicles passing by on the road and felt a little different. unusual breath.

Yuan He, who was driving, turned his head sideways and glanced at the rearview mirror when he heard this. Compared with the continuous outbound vehicles in the opposite lane, the number of vehicles coming into the city on their side can be said to be pitifully small.

At this time, Tang Xun, who was sitting next to Long Wenhua, suddenly said, "Last night, there seemed to be a lot of trouble in Wang County. The police sirens rang all night until dawn, and they gradually stopped after dawn. When we left the hotel with Boss Yuan When I was buying a car after leaving, I heard the locals chatting, as if they were saying that the whole street on Jicheng Street was blocked, and the residents living in this street were also evacuated urgently. I don't know what happened in Jicheng Street last night."

Hearing this, Su Che glanced at Long Wenhua without changing his expression.

When he was still in Shenqiao Village, Zhu Yuan told Su Che and Long Wenhua that there was a bottomless well at No. 35, Jicheng Street, Wang County. It is reasonable for Shenjing to block the entire Jicheng Street.

"In other words, yesterday old Zhao grabbed someone's corpse and drove out of the city at night because of this bottomless well."

As he got closer to Wangxian City, Su Che's eyes showed a chill for no reason, and he could clearly see that the sky in Wangxian City was covered with thick gray haze.

This thick layer of gray haze is not the dim color that remains when the dark clouds have not dissipated after the rain, but a strange existence that can make the hearts of those who see it feel a shudder for no reason, like a mass grave in the middle of the night when no one is alone At that time, the lingering fear deep in my heart was like the uneasiness that lingered in my heart after watching a horror movie and could not be dissipated.

As the eighteen-handed Wuling Light driven by Yuan He drove forward, this weird feeling became more and more obvious, and even made Su Che feel a sense of crisis, as if it was some kind of omen before the imminent disaster.

"This feeling is comparable to touching that bloody bone-slicing knife without any protection." Su Che thought to himself.

"Hiss...Mr. Su, something is wrong...it's only one o'clock in the afternoon, and there's no sign of a pedestrian on the road..." Yuan He gasped He breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "If there were no vehicles leaving the city on the road, I wonder if we might have run into some red-clothed ghost!"

"After the early morning of last night, the Ghost Festival has already arrived, and now the entire Shuangqing City is probably starting to feel uneasy." Su Che quietly drew the butcher's knife from behind and held it in his hand.

Long Wenhua looked at Su Che belatedly, and said with horror on his face, "Big...Big brother, what do you mean...the so-called ghost festival actually spread to the entire double Celebrate super large supernatural events in all counties and cities? This, this... This is too scary. If supernatural events of this level can happen, who can solve it? And... What's the point of them trying to cover up the existence of supernatural events?"

"Some things, nothing will happen until you don't know its existence, but as long as you know its existence, even if you just hear a few words mentioned by others unconsciously, it will find you. More than one member of the Tarot Society was killed by such evil ghosts, and the Fool or other core members have no courage to pursue it." Su Che didn't speak, and Yuan He answered Long Wenhua's question in a low voice. .

Hearing such a wicked thing, the mood of the other three people in the carriage sank to the bottom.

"It's so outrageous, just unconsciously hearing a few words, you may be haunted and killed by ghosts. Horror movies don't do that!" Tang Xun said tremblingly.

And Jiang Gang, who was sitting at the back, seemed to remember something, his face turned pale without a trace of blood, "No... no... it was removed in Yuanjialing, It's impossible for it to continue to haunt..."

Long Wenhua was speechless for a long time.

The atmosphere in the carriage fell into dead silence, only the creaking noise of the eighteen-handed Wuling Light continued.

Not long after, the hotel where everyone from the Ghost Story Association stayed appeared on the side of the street.

Su Che looked at the roof of the hotel not far away and frowned. A blue-gray haze enveloped the three or four floors below the top of the hotel, but the guests staying in the hotel did not notice this weird scene at all.

"You guys stay outside the hotel, I can go in alone." Before the car stopped, Su Che left a word, then opened the car door, jumped off the road and walked quickly towards the hotel.

Walking into the gate of the hotel, what greeted my eyes were a few ghosts who had half stepped into the door, and at the same time, a strange coldness in the air permeated Su Che.

Or it was affected by the rumors that the hotel was haunted last night. At this time, the front desk of the hotel lobby was crowded with check-out guests.

Su Che looked away from them, and immediately ran to the floor where Britney and Fatty Qian were. As soon as he entered the elevator, he bumped into two uniformed policemen who seemed to have just come down from the roof of a hotel.

The six eyes of the three people intertwined, and the two policemen who came down from the roof of the hotel caught a glimpse of the cold butcher knife in Su Che's hand, and the atmosphere became unfriendly in a short time.

"who?"

"Put down the murder weapon in your hand!"

Su Che said without changing his face, "Who am I? You may not believe me if I tell you, but as a professional pig butcher in Wang County Slaughterhouse, it's not a problem for me to carry a butcher's knife with me, right?"

The faces of the two policemen suddenly became strange. Of course it is no problem for a professional pig butcher to carry a pig butcher with him, but do you look like a pig butcher?

"Look, I just said that you might not believe it, so I'll tell the truth!" Su Che changed the subject, his face immediately became extremely serious, and he said bluntly, "An extremely serious supernatural event happened in this hotel. I don't have time to explain too much to you, I just need to evacuate all the guests who have not checked out from the hotel, and then block the surrounding areas of the hotel until I bring people out of the hotel."

The two policemen looked confused, and they didn't react until Su Che took out the ID card with the embossed badge of Dongjiang Guoan from his pocket.

"Didn't you just be haunted yesterday? Why are you haunted again today?"

Chapter 830 IX Saving the Dying and Healing the Wounded, My Enthusiastic Citizen, Mr. Su, Is Obligatory!

The environment inside the hotel was already very dark, coupled with the evacuation of the tenants who were subsequently evacuated by the police, riots and panic were spreading uncontrollably.

Go into the elevator and press the button on the 4th floor, which is the floor where Britney and Fatty Qian's rooms are located.

"The ghosts of the underworld use the resentful souls residing in Britney as anchors to come out of the world of ghost stories. She and Fatty Qian should be fine now." Looking at the slowly closing elevator doors, Su Che clenched his hands butcher's knife.

From the moment he entered Wangxian City, the specious sense of crisis that seems to be imminent has not only not weakened in the slightest, but has become more and more lush and intense like a weed that has taken root.

The numbers on the elevator floor display kept jumping.

1th floor.

2th floor.

3th floor.

4th floor.

There was a slight vibration from the elevator under my feet, and then the display screen of the elevator floor directly skipped the fifth floor and continued upward, and finally stopped at the seventh floor.

The elevator door opened with a click, and the flickering lights in the corridor caught Su Che's eyes, followed by the damp and cold air that made people feel creepy.

"Is there anyone else on the sixth floor? If there is, please tell me quickly, there is an accident in the hotel, and no one can stay there anymore!" Su Che shouted loudly while standing in the elevator.

After waiting for a long time, there was still no response from the tenant in the corridor with flickering lights in front of him. His tone of speech changed suddenly, and he walked out of the elevator and said quietly, "Even if there is no one, it's good if a ghost comes out and squeaks." !"

The butcher's knife in his hand scratched the corridor wall once and for all, Su Che narrowed his eyes slightly and walked along the corridor, then stopped in front of the door of Room 701.

dong dong dong.

Su Che reached out and knocked on the door, "Is there a ghost in the room? If there is a ghost, just come out honestly, so as not to waste everyone's time."

From time to time, the sharp blade of the butcher's knife slashed across the door of Room 701, making sharp and ear-piercing noises.

However, to Su Che's surprise, there was no movement in the room 701 that he rang. Instead, a man's voice came from room 702, which was facing away from him.

"Who... who is outside, are you a human or a ghost?"

"Is there anyone on the sixth floor who hasn't evacuated from the hotel?" Su Che was slightly surprised. According to what the two policemen he met in the hotel lobby said, they found the victim's body hair in the water tower on the roof of the hotel this morning. After collecting and carrying belongings, the tenants living on the high floors of the hotel have been notified and evacuated in advance.

So according to common sense, there should be no other tenants staying in the guest rooms on the 7th floor of the hotel.

Bang bang bang.

Knocking heavily on the door of room 702, Su Che said seriously, "I'm just an ordinary enthusiastic citizen, the water tower on the roof of the hotel collapsed in an accident, and dozens of tons of water storage was leaking downstairs It’s pouring in, why don’t you hurry up and run for your life?”

"What? The dozens of tons of water storage on the roof of the hotel have all been poured down?" Soon, the voice of the man in room 702 reappeared. He didn't seem to believe what Su Che said, and said in a suspicious tone, "But I Obviously I heard that the hotel was haunted last night..."

While talking, the voice of the man in room 702 suddenly became more angry, "Are you lying to me, who are you?"

Without changing his face, Su Che continued to scrape the door of room 702 with the butcher knife from time to time, "Yo, thanks to you also know the news that the hotel is haunted."

Before he finished speaking, Su Che raised the butcher's knife in his hand and slashed forward, the sharp blade barely entered the door.

"If you were a normal person, knowing that the hotel was haunted by ghosts, and seeing a man with a sharp weapon wandering in the corridors who was not afraid of ghosts, would you still have the guts to shout?"

The voice of the man in room 702 suddenly fell silent, and he didn't continue talking for a long time.

Su Che, on the other hand, still looked like a murderous maniac with a murder weapon, hacking at the door with the butcher's knife in his hand one after another while saying, "You must be a mentally ill person with an abnormal brain. You need to get treatment quickly, it just so happens that I, Su, have a lot of experience in treating mentally ill patients like you."

Bang!

The sound of the butcher's knife hacking at the door became louder and louder.

"Come out, let me treat you!"

Pulling the doorknob, the door of room 702, which had been hacked into shape, remained strangely still.

At the moment Su Che stretched out his hand to twist the doorknob, a strange wet liquid seeped out from the gap where the doorknob and the door fit together, spreading towards Su Che's hand holding the doorknob at an alarming speed.

In the blink of an eye, the two are very close, only one or two centimeters away.

At this moment, Su Che abruptly withdrew his hand on the doorknob, almost leaving behind an afterimage.

"Tsk...you can't give up treatment even if you're a ghost, Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen, is obliged to save lives and heal the wounded!"

In the dark and gloomy corridor, the door of Room 702, which had been slashed with a butcher's knife, creaked and opened slowly. The man with blue and purple swollen face flowed out of room 702 like a puddle of water.

What made Su Che feel even more weird was that the man in front of him who couldn't see the slightest sign of a living person opened his mouth wide, struggling to distort his painful face, and let out bursts of strange laughter that seemed to be howling.

Green oozing slime dripped continuously from its body, flowing on the door, on the wall, on the carpet under its feet, and even on the ceiling where the lights were flickering.

The air in the corridor was more humid than before, and the creepy coldness even made Su Che feel that what was in front of him was not a corridor at all but a cold room.

However, in addition to the visible ghost in front of the hotel, there are also some terrifying existences that cannot be observed with the naked eye.

"coming."

The coolness in Su Che's eyes made his senses extremely clear, and the word 'two' next to his shadow was also gushing out densely twisted bloodshots, the humid air in the corridor seemed to be frozen, from room 702 The miserable green liquid that flowed out rippled in circles.

Subconsciously slashing the pig-killing knife, a faint red light emerged from the blade of the pig-killing knife, and slashed through the humid air in front of him as if it was frozen.

Professor Yang's pointer in his sleeve fell into his palm, and the blazing blue high-voltage arc arrived in an instant, setting off a dazzling and dazzling grid that densely occupied every inch of space around Su Che.

Oh!

The electric arc collided with the pale green liquid flowing from all directions, and the sound of gurgling was endless. The pale green color in the liquid faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then a large amount of gas produced by electrolyzed water evaporated upward.

"It's all here, how can it be enough to only receive the most basic electrotherapy? Give me another knife!"

Chapter 840 Death Comes Again

The pig-killing knife Su Che threw cut through the dense power grid covering almost the entire corridor with an indomitable attitude, but the target was not the man who melted into a miserable green liquid and let out a strange howling laughter, but the man in the hotel. Scary ghosts that cannot be seen with the naked eye.

A large amount of gas produced by the electrolysis of water was split straight by the butcher knife.

I saw a drop of foul-smelling, glue-like liquid slipping from the red-glowed blade of the butcher's knife, and the damp and cold air in the corridor instantly dissipated without a trace.

"Did you hit that ghost?" Su Che didn't stop moving at all, and took advantage of the momentum to pull out the mourning stick stuck in his backpack, and slammed it down on the man in front of him who was howling and laughing strangely.