No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"Sun Lin was probably caught watching movies in the electronic control room. I heard a woman's voice on the walkie-talkie just now. The barking was horrible. Unexpectedly, Sun Lin is usually a dog, and he pays attention to taste movies when watching movies. "

"...Wang Hua, do you remember that today is the first seven days of those two little girls who fell from the building, are they coming back for revenge?"

"Old Wangtou, are you stunned? We have no grievances or enmity with them. One killed himself because of love, and the other committed suicide. No matter how you say it, you can't find us. I think it's what Wang Hua said, Sun Lin was caught watching a movie in the electronic control room!"

Zhang Shaohua interrupted the people's increasingly outrageous guesses, "Don't talk, come and listen, what's the voice on the walkie-talkie?"

The four of them gathered together and listened quietly to the movement on the walkie-talkie. It was like the buzzing of some kind of electrical appliance at work. At the same time, there was the sizzling sound of barbecue mixed in. After a while, there was another heavy drag The movement of things sounded.

Looking at each other, Wang Shaohua hesitated, "How about... I send someone to the electric control room to have a look?"

"Come on, captain, the lights in the whole building are turned off, so you won't be scared to death if you go alone?" Wang Hua swallowed nervously, "How about we go there together?"

"Hehehehe..." A woman's cold laughter came from the walkie-talkie. She kept laughing, making the four people in the security department tremble with fear.

"Team... Captain, it won't be really haunted... right..." Wang Hua's teeth chattered in fear.

The other three also had lingering fears on their faces, and the old Wang lit a cigarette with a trembling head and took a puff, "I think it's those two girls who came back to kill at night..."

"But we have no grievances with them, why do they want us to kill?" Zhang Shaohua was so frightened that he threw the walkie-talkie away.

"There are so many reasons, there was a riot in the village next door to my hometown Nagada, a girl from the city came to the village to paint... Oh no, they are called portraits, and they were harmed by the bums in the village He was afraid that the girl would go out to call the police and arrest him, so he simply killed the girl and destroyed the body. Just seven days later, the girl came back to claim her life at night and slaughtered most of the village.. ...."

Chapter 70 It's Me...I'm Sun Lin...

After midnight, Huatian Building has an inexplicable strangeness from the inside to the outside.

As soon as Su Che entered the building, he saw half a bowl of rice soaked in water thrown upside down beside the elevator. Three sticks of incense sticks were inserted in the rice soaked in water, most of which were burned. The ashes from the burnt paper money were scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with a faint smell of fireworks.

Something is wrong, very wrong.

Seeing the unburned three sticks of incense, Su Che felt a little bit of doubt. He sat in the drink shop outside Huatian Building all night, but he didn't see An Lan or Huang Xiaoying's family members come to pay respects.

But the half bowl of rice soaked in water, the three sticks of incense stuck in it, and the burnt paper money are all placed beside the elevator, and they are all silently telling that someone did come to pay homage to the two deceased in the Huihun night tonight. What the hell is going on here.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Su Che fell into deep thought. He silently took out the scalpel and pulled the bowl of rice soaked in water upside down. A gust of wind suddenly blew from the aisle, blowing the three sticks of incense burning on the rice soaked in water. Bright, the ashes of paper money were swept up by the wind and flew everywhere.

"The sacrifice is fine here." Su Che put away the scalpel, and in a blink of an eye, Su Che saw that the elevator was descending, and the floors were descending rapidly.

24 floors.

18 floors.

14 floors.

8 floors.

2 floors.

1 floors.

crunch.

The elevator door opened, and the inside was empty. The incandescent lights flickered slightly, making it very cold, and there was a faint whistling sound of electric current coming from the elevator.

Su Che stood with her chest folded, quietly watching in the empty elevator, the elevator doors with various small advertisements kept opening and closing, but they never completely closed.

He stepped forward, stepped half a foot in while the elevator door opened again, and then pulled his foot out the moment the elevator door was about to close, and so on.

"I came in, I went out again, I came in again, I went out again! What? Are you unconvinced? You can close the door and go up if you have the ability!"

Tired of playing the game of jumping repeatedly, back and forth more than ten times, the elevator door slammed shut, blocking Su Che from the door, as if someone in the elevator had pressed the up button.

It rises again according to the logic of going downstairs.

1st floor, 2nd floor, 8th floor, 14th floor, 18th floor, 24th floor, finally stop, no longer beating.

"That's it? Are you bored after only playing a dozen times? I can play with you all night!" Su Che looked at the elevator and stopped at the 24th floor, with a slightly regretful tone.

Noticing that the word 'two' completely stained red and black by the shadow reappeared, Su Che turned his head and walked towards the stairwell of Huatian Building.

There is no 14th floor on the surface of Huatian Building, and there is no elevator to reach the 14th floor, so this floor is generally used as a refuge floor, facilities and office space for certain properties.

On the 14th floor of the building, in the electronic control room, the monitoring computer that occupies the entire wall flashes blue light. A horrifying corpse sits crookedly on a chair, the pupils of both eyes are dilated, and a large bloody hole breaks through the back of the head and runs through the mouth. The muddy blood mixed with it The undigested feces in the stomach slowly overflowed from the esophagus, staining the security uniform he was wearing red, and dripped on the floor of the electric control room to gather a large puddle of foul-smelling liquid.

Dirty blood flowed from the terrible wound in the mouth and dripped on the chest of the security uniform. The dripping blood flowed over the work card, staining the photo of the ID card with a sunny smile on the work card blood red.

'Sun Lin'

Flowing blood drowned the name.

"Giggle cluck..."

From time to time, a girl's laughter sounded like a silver bell, near the electric control room on the 14th floor.

And the monitoring screen in the electronic control room showed Su Che repeatedly jumping sideways before getting off the elevator in the building.

"Old Wangtou, do you feel that your heart is getting colder and colder, and it's beating non-stop."

The security department on the sixth floor of Huatian Building, the atmosphere is dignified. After listening to the story told by Old Wangtou, everyone's heart was cast a shadow. The thought that there are two life-threatening ghosts using them in Huatian Building at this time Hateful eyes peeped in the dark, and they were terrified.

A long silence.

Security captain Zhang Shaohua broke the silent atmosphere, he suggested, "How about we run away?"

Old Wangtou was still smoking, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were deeply wrinkled. He shook his head at Zhang Shaohua and said, "If we hadn't listened to the intercom just now, we might have escaped. As for now... we are all being watched. Come on! Whether life or death is in the hands of God, Captain Zhang, you are committing crimes."

The security guard who hadn't spoken at the side suddenly interrupted, "Old Wang, why are you so clear about these evil sects? Your ancestors were Maoshan Taoist priests?"

The old Wangtou threw the exhausted cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out, looked at the security guard, "Hey, Fang Bo, you are right! My ancestor was a fortune teller, he knew a little about feng shui, and he kept a lot of them at home. Young ancient books..."

Falling into memory, the old Wangtou said in a bitter tone, "When I was 16 years old, that is, the same year that the next village was haunted, I heard the news that the next village was haunted. My father, who studied Fengshui metaphysics and ghost catching skills since childhood, was excited at that time. I don’t even know my surname anymore, so I’m going to the next village to catch ghosts and test my decades of hard work.”

"And then?" The three of them were quite curious about the follow-up plot.

"There was a fart and then, there was no news of my father in the next few days, and my mother and I thought he was killed by the vengeful female ghost in the next village, but after half a month, my father came back again. …”

The old Wangtou was a little worried, "He told us that the ghost was suppressed by him, but he didn't live long, and then my father began to scold those ancient books that were all nonsense, and they were useless at all. No! My father told me that I must never believe what was written in those books in the future, and then burned all those ancient books. After explaining the incident, he left the house with a few weird men in black uniforms, only Leave a bank card, and now that card will send money every month...the money is really a lot...it looks like a hundred thousand a month."

Speaking of this, the other three became uneasy immediately, "A monthly income of more than [-] yuan, you still come to work as a security guard?"

The old Wang said in an angry voice, "My mother said, this is my father's hard-earned money, and it should not be spent indiscriminately! Besides, people will become useless if they don't work for a long time. What's wrong with being a security guard? It's an honor for me to be a security guard! I'm going to collect rent At that time, if the tenant can treat me as a security guard, will he look down on me?"

boom.

bang bang.

In the security department on the sixth floor of Huatian Building, everyone who was listening to Lao Wangtou's story was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door, and no one dared to open the door.

boom.

bang bang.

One short knock and two long knocks sounded again, and an awkward voice came from outside the door, "Captain Zhang...Old Wangtou...Wang Hua...Fang Bo... …”

"It's me......"

"I'm Sun Lin..."

As soon as these words came out, there was an instant silence in the security department.

Chapter 71 I, Su, are a good person, as if I were fake

Su Che was struggling to climb the stairs, and the air in the narrow and cramped stairwell was cloudy, as if no one had passed by for a long time, a layer of dust fell.

Every time Su Che walked by, a cloud of dust would be raised, and the voice-activated lights would turn on and off, turn off and turn on again.

The sixth floor of Huatian Building.

"Captain Zhang...Old Wangtou...Wang Hua...Fang Bo..."

"It's me......"

"I'm Sun Lin..."

A dark figure stood in the aisle outside the stairwell, shouting ghostly, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, cold and biting.

"Hush." ​​Su Che stretched out half of his body into the aisle, "Look, what did I find?"

"There is a lonely ghost here, we can try to approach it slowly!" Su Che leaned out and walked into the aisle cautiously, trying not to make any noise.

boom.

bang bang.

The dark figure continued to knock on the door of the security department, the sound of the knocking brought the voice control lights on, and the sound of electric current suddenly appeared, and Su Che saw Sun Lin who was knocking on the door.

The back of its head near the cervical spine was dripping with blood, the skin and flesh were so damaged that even a small half of the skull and a complete cervical spine were exposed. Black blood and dark green gastric juice flowed out from the back of its head, all over the ground, and the blood spread far away. , until the far corner of the aisle disappears at the other end.

Su Che quietly touched Sun Lin's back, put the scalpel on its neck, "Hey, I caught it, it struggled very hard!"

The scalpel cut the skin and pierced into the muscle layer. Sun Lin's terrifying head trembled like an electric shock, and the cold body struggled violently. ...Ah, I...is...Sun...Lin...calling someone with a ghostly voice?"

"You can't say in a friendly way: Hello! I, Sun Lin, am a ghost. Can the good buddies in the room open the door for me?"

"Waibi Waibi, Waibi Babu?"

Sun Lin's bloody mouth kept opening and closing, making incomprehensible sounds.

"What the hell are you talking about encrypted with me?"

The scalpel slashed hard, half of Sun Lin's neck was cut open by Su Che, and black and red blood gushed out unstoppably.

Sun Lin's horrifying face showed a terrifying smile, which made one's scalp tingle with terror, "Way Bi Bi Bi, Bi Bi Babu?"

"You are saying, brother, I am a ghost after all, can you respect me?"

Sun Lin's eyes full of negative emotions flickered with clarity, as if he was agreeing with Su Che's statement.

"You've come out to hurt people, I respect your mother, you stinking hello, crawl!"

Kicking Sun Lin over, blood splattered everywhere, Su Che took out a Type 54 pistol from his waist and put it on its forehead, "I'll count to three, tell me where An Lan is, or I'll blow your head off with one shot. "

The dark windbreaker, the face covered by the brim of the peaked cap, and the sinister smile outlined at the corner of the mouth, for some reason, facing this strange young man in front of him, Sun Lin felt a fear spreading from the depths of his soul.

"Now I'm counting!" The Type 54 pistol pressed against Sun Lin's forehead began to exert force, and the index finger hooked the trigger, and Su Che made a gesture that would fire at any time.

Sun Lin's courage came out of nowhere, his eyes were filled with resentment and malice, he pouted his head and wanted to hold the Type 54 pistol that Su Che was pressing on his forehead.

"three!"

boom.

A muffled sound.