No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

There were more and more noises coming from the countless dark alleys leading to the square in front of the ancestral hall. The police from the Nanfeng Police Station tried their best to maintain order so that there was no riot caused by fear.

All kinds of ghosts hiding in Nanfeng Ghost Town hide in the dark, peeping at the gathered crowd, but have not approached for a long time.

And the gathered crowd was also secretly panicked, without revealing the surface, and the fear was still spreading.

Walking into the Chen Clan's Ancestral Hall, Su Che felt a completely different atmosphere from the Nanfeng ghost town outside. The dark tablet of the Chen Clan's ancestors was placed on the shrine in the middle of the ancestral hall.

In front of the shrine, there was a corpse of a young man bleeding from all seven orifices. Judging by his attire, he seemed to be a foreign tourist.

Su Che knelt down and fumbled for the pockets of the young man's body, quickly found his wallet, and took out his ID card.

'Name: Zhang Miao'

Comparing the photos, the ID photo was the same as the corpse, Su Che shook his head and stuffed the wallet and ID card back into his pocket.

Standing up and walking to the vermilion lacquered coffin on the right side of the ancestral hall, Su Che looked at the portrait of the old man with a strange expression that was not a smile, and took out a scalpel and cut a knife on it.

The wet portrait left a scratch and dripped a few water marks, and the wet footprints approaching Zhao Tailai suddenly appeared in Su Che's mind, "It's getting more and more interesting, let me see who you are!"

Su Che withdrew from the old man's portrait. There were six coffin nails on the wooden table next to the coffin. He touched the coffin nails. They were oily, and the familiar coldness penetrated into his heart along the skin of his hands. He directly nailed the six coffin nails. Putting it in the pocket, he put his hand on the vermilion lacquer coffin instead.

Push hard.

crunch.

There was a gap in the thick coffin boards pushed by Su Che, he looked down into the coffin, it was pitch black.

Continue to push, and the two half-burned white candles in front of the coffin dance with sparks, and the shadows of the lights flicker.

With a bang, the coffin board was pushed down from the coffin by Su Che, and the faint candlelight in Chen's ancestral hall illuminated the darkness in the coffin.

The inside of the coffin that came into view was empty.

There was no corpse as Su Che expected, or any other scary things.

But it wasn't all fruitless, Su Che saw with sharp eyes that something seemed to vibrate slightly in the dark corner of the coffin, he reached out to grab it, and held the plastic body of the old-fashioned functional phone in his hand, which felt cold.

After unlocking the phone, Su Che saw an unencrypted audio file, and he pressed the play button.

A slightly hoarse male voice came from the phone recording:

"It's June 6, 10pm.

If you found this mobile phone, I think I should have died at that time, don’t get me wrong, I left this recording just to prove that this is not a homicide, but..."

The man's voice on the phone stopped for more than ten seconds, and then rang again:

"I can't tell what's going on, but I'm really going to die, there is such a voice in my heart telling myself vaguely.

It all started on March 3th. I went back to my hometown to attend the funeral because of my uncle’s death. I strangely encountered a ghost in the Helong Hotel near the Jiangcheng Railway Station. In the middle of the night, the uncle who was supposed to pass away suddenly appeared in the Helong Hotel. Saved me from the hand of that female ghost.

I thought this would be the end of it, but obviously that was my wildest fantasy.

I hastily returned to my hometown to attend the funeral of my uncle, and then went to the funeral. My elder brother, my elder brother, and the young people in the clan buried my uncle in the cemetery in the back mountain together.That night I dreamed of my uncle. He was still as amiable as he was when he was a child, looking at me with a smile. He told me that he didn't die, but just fell asleep.

Then asked me, why should he be buried.

I knew it was my uncle Tuo Meng, and I told him that he had passed away, but he didn't believe it at all, so I continued to ask, and I continued to tell him.Repeatedly, the same scene repeated for a whole night.

From then on, my uncle would enter my dream every night and ask me the same question over and over again.

After about three months, I gradually found that my state became very strange, and I began to fear the sun and go out at night.I was able to see a lot of things that I couldn't see before, dead people, and some weird, indescribable things.

On the night of June 6th, I continued to dream, and my uncle appeared as usual, and he looked at me without asking repeated questions as before.He just looked at me kindly and said something: Ah Chen, you are going to die, but Uncle will not let you die.

Then, weird things started happening.

The white paper umbrellas for funerals that had been abolished by every household in Nanfeng were hung up again. The vermilion lacquer coffin that buried the uncle returned to the ancestral hall inexplicably. Two large colorful paper umbrellas hung in front of the ancestral hall. The acquaintances of the villagers gradually forgot about my existence, whether it was my name, my appearance or my previous actions.

I'm like an extra person in this town out of thin air, and I'm forgotten by everyone.

On June 6th, I saw my uncle, not in a dream, but awake.He stood in the alley outside my house, far away from me, I could only see a vague outline, but I knew it was him.In just an instant, he disappeared. A villager patted me on the shoulder, asked me if I was a lost tourist from a foreign country, and pointed me in the direction.

June 6th is today.In the morning, I had a terrible dream. All the residents of Nanfeng Town and the tourists from outside died, and the corpses piled up like a mountain, covering the whole Nanfeng.When I woke up, I found that my eldest brother had disappeared, and he left a note on the table. No. 10, Nanfeng Town, this is the old house where my uncle lived.

He came for me..."

sizzle.

There were still ten seconds left in the audio, and there were noisy and disorderly noises, until the last second, another man's voice shouted violently, "Escape from Nanfeng, Ah Chen, you have to escape from Nanfeng, uncle Gong is crazy He's crazy, he's going to kill everyone in Nanfeng! The exit is at the uncle's house, run away!"

The old-fashioned functional phone beeped a low-battery notification. Behind Su Che, a faceless old man twisted and stiffened, and slowly crawled out of the vermilion lacquered coffin.

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【File number: SQ-2016-1111-01】

[Excavation of Blood Corpse Excavation at the 75626 Troop Battalion Headquarters in Wujiang District, Shuangqing City, Dongjiang Province (Code Name: Possession of Blood Corpse)]

[Hazard level: D (restricted level)]

[Behavior pattern: curse]

【Whether it can be controlled: Yes】

【Whether it can be eliminated: yes】

[Priority: None]

[Details: On November 2016, 11, the 11 army battalion headquarters in Wujiang District, Shuangqing City was under construction. An ancient tomb was excavated at 75626:11 a.m. on the same day. During the construction, the ancient tomb overflowed with blood, and the project was forced to stop.Battalion soldier Zhao ▇▇ entered the scene to check, his hands were stained with suspicious blood.At 32:6 p.m., Zhao ▇▇'s hands were severely corroded, his flesh and blood disappeared, and his bones dissolved.At 6:12 p.m., Zhao was urgently arranged to undergo an amputation operation.At 9:12 p.m., the operation was over, and the blood test analysis reported that there was an unknown substance in Zhao ▇▇'s blood, which was highly corrosive. At 8 a.m. on the [-]th, Zhao was handed over to the Sixth Office of the Dongjiang Guoan Special Service (code name: Burial Office). 】

【控制措施：调用档案编号JC-0102-0101事件所属物品A-112（代号：鬼血），收容控制SQ-2016-1111-01于赵▇▇体内。】

[File appendix 1: Bloody Zhao ▇▇ (a member of the Dongjiang Guoan Special Service Sixth Burial Agency, to inquire about this entry requires level 33 authority or above.)]

Chapter 97 Is it Zhao Xu?

rustling......

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the vermilion lacquered coffin behind Su Che heard the sound of the white paper umbrella swinging with the wind, and the gloomy and old voice sounded like frost.

"Young boy, are you my nephew's guest?"

The faceless old man got up as usual, and stretched out half of the corpse from the vermilion lacquer coffin, leaning on the coffin.

The eerie chill emanating from the corpse of the faceless old man is even colder than the morgue that has never seen the sun all year round. It seems that it can't feel its own death, and it beats its rotten vocal cords to make a sound like a broken gong, "This My child, I didn't tell me that there was a guest coming, and I was still as reckless as when I was a child."

It was exactly the same as what he said when he called Zhao Xu, but the voice was no longer Chen Chen's. Its faceless face was turned sideways to Su Che, and the black and white old man's portrait next to the vermilion lacquer coffin showed a kind smile.

The old-fashioned functional phone in Su Che's hand turned off automatically when the battery was low. He stuffed the functional phone into his pocket silently, "Old man, you have misunderstood the person. I am not your nephew's guest."

The portrait of the black and white old man turned suspicious, and a third emotion suddenly appeared on the face of a half-smile, which was strange and terrifying, "Then you are...?"

"Hello, old man! I am a newly assigned cadre from Nanfeng, and I am in charge of the census work. How many people are there in your family?" Su Che pinched the scalpel in his sleeve, Professor Yang's pointer was behind his back, and the blazing arc stored ready to go.

"So it's a cadre in the town, how about I get you a cup of tea?" The faceless old man's body was a little cramped.

Su Che said politely, "Then I won't be polite anymore, I'm in trouble!"

Seeing the corpse of the faceless old man skillfully crawling out of the vermilion lacquer coffin, Su Che glanced at the inside of the coffin, it was still dark, he was a little confused, when he took out his phone from the coffin just now, the coffin There is obviously no corpse of the faceless old man.

With just a turn around, the faceless old man's body crawled out of the coffin majestically.

He touched the bottom of the coffin again. It was hard to the touch. Obviously, there was no hidden mechanism. Instead, he groped for a smooth and round object. When he took it out, it turned out to be a wet cheap mechanical watch with a foggy glass dial. A few drops of black blood coagulated on the glass dial, and the hands turned tick-tock.

Su Che took out the mechanical watch and twisted the mainspring with his hands, only to find that the mainspring had already been blocked by red rust and could not be turned at all.

Turning over to look at the back of the mechanical watch, a line of writing 'for nephew Chen' came into view, but the last word of this line of writing was dug out, "Chen Chen? Or that unknown elder brother Chen Chen?"

With this watch, Su Che has roughly guessed the three most important people in this ghost town, or three ghosts.

Chen Chen, his unknown elder brother, and the uncle mentioned in the mobile phone recordings who had passed away half a year ago. Correspondingly, the young man with three faces at No. 36 Nanfeng Town, the wet footprints in front of the ancestral hall, and the red coffin in the ancestral hall. The faceless old man who crawled out.

"There's nothing in the house to entertain you, don't be surprised." The faceless old man's corpse came with a dark wooden tray and put it in front of Su Che.

The dirty porcelain cup contained a suspicious greenish liquid full of maggots, a large piece of unidentified pastry covered with green hairs, and a few fetid slimes where the shadow of an apple could be vaguely seen.

"You're welcome, eat!" Seeing that Su Che didn't make a move, the faceless old man urged.

It was as if the failed fermentation of ham was mixed with soy sauce puree and canned Norwegian herring, then it was crushed with a blender, and finally the smell made by the oven went straight into Su Che's nose.

Su Che's stomach was full, and Su Che dared to swear that even if Lao Ba came, seeing this pile of things, he would spit out his overnight meal.

"Old man, don't worry, I'll ask you a few questions first, and it won't be too late to eat after the census is completed." Su Che took out Qiu Lan's diary from his backpack and pretended to be serious.

The corpse of the faceless old man also sat upright, "No problem."

"How many people are there in the old man's family?" Su Che asked.

The faceless old man's body suddenly fell silent, "I'm the only one."

"Single and widowed." Su Che nodded, and continued to ask, "Do you have any relatives who have a good relationship?"

"Why do you ask this?" The faceless old man's corpse reacted greatly, Su Che turned his head to look at the black and white portrait, the old man inside blew his beard and stared.

"Old man, you are getting old, and it may not be convenient for you to be single and widowed. I will ask if you have any relatives. I will explain to you when the time comes, and I will help you if you can."

After Su Che explained in this way, the bearded and staring old man in the portrait returned to calm, and said with a straight face, "No need."

The corpse of the faceless old man was extremely sensitive, and he was very resistant to Su Che's question. Su Che pretended to get up, and the mechanical watch he had just fumbled from the coffin fell to the ground with a snap.

Quickly squatting down to pick it up, the faceless old man quietly stood in front of Su Che, "How did you get this watch?"

With a cold tone exuding a hint of anger, Su Che responded, "I picked it up at the intersection when I entered the village, old man, do you know the owner?"

"I know, how can I not know." The faceless old man's corpse forcibly pulled the mechanical watch from Su Che's hand, and wanted to say something, but suddenly something happened.

The corpse of the young man bleeding from the seven orifices in front of the coffin in the ancestral hall became extremely damp, and wet water continued to seep from his facial features, making the already gloomy and cold Chen's ancestral hall even more gloomy.

sizzle.

A few electric arcs suddenly flickered in the wet water seeping from the facial features of the young man's corpse, and a faint burnt smell appeared in the ancestral hall.

Tap, tap, tap...

The wet water quickly spread, making the smooth stone floor in the ancestral hall extremely wet. At this moment, a footprint appeared on the wet ground.

"Chen Hao, where did you take Chen Chen? Don't you know? He is dying, I have to save him!" The faceless old man roared hysterically, and the black and white portrait of the old man next to the vermilion coffin had both beard and hair, and glaring eyes.

Black smoke billowed from the hand of the faceless old man's corpse holding the wet mechanical watch, and stagnant black viscous blood continued to flow out of his hand, sticking to the mechanical watch, stained with blood.

No one answered the question about the faceless old man's body, and the wet marks spread rapidly, with more and more footprints until they occupied all the wet-stained stone slabs in the ancestral hall.

"Uncle, you are dead."

These words suddenly sounded in Su Che's ears. He followed the sound and found that the sound was an old-fashioned functional phone that was turned off due to low battery in his pocket.