No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

The temperature began to drop, and the eerie laughter became louder and clearer.

"I... found you!" A hoarse and unpleasant voice came from the back seat of the taxi, like sandpaper rubbing against the glass.

A black-haired corpse sat upright in the back seat of a taxi, its pupils were completely irrational and bloodthirsty, it stared at the three men and one woman in the taxi with vicious eyes, expecting them to fear messed up.

But things were not staged according to the script preset by the black-haired corpse, although the female driver in the driver's seat looked very frightened, covering her mouth and crying with fright, her face turned pale.

But what happened to these three men, why are they not only not afraid of me, but staring at me eagerly.

Hell, aren't they afraid of me?

"I died so badly..." There was a line of blood and tears on the face of the black-haired corpse.

An Donglin looked at the black-haired corpse sandwiched between him and Long Wenhua with a gloomy expression. In the next second, his palm the size of a cattail fan continued to enlarge in the eyes of the black-haired corpse, and slapped him fiercely on the face.

"You're here, I have nothing to entertain you, let Lao An treat you to a big mouth!" Su Che looked sideways at the black-haired corpse in the back seat from the co-pilot, his body was covered with hairy tofu-like Mycelium-like black hair, a pair of dead gray eyes bleeding and tearing, and the blue-purple lips are slightly parted. It can be seen that there is nothing in his mouth where there should be four fangs, only empty tooth cavities.

And on its face, there was a clear palm print left by An Donglin, which made him dizzy.

The big black dog slipped under Long Wenhua's feet, the dog's eyes glowed green, and it simply bit the ass of the black-haired corpse just after it was seated.

"Ah!" The black-haired corpse, which was sitting upright, jumped three feet high, hit its black-haired head on the roof of the car, and then fell back to the seat, "What are you doing, aren't you afraid of me? I'm a ghost!"

"En?" Su Che, An Donglin, and Long Wenhua looked at each other, "You're a ghost! I'm so scared, then what?"

"Then..." the black-haired corpse murmured weakly, "Don't you think you should follow the script and roll all over the floor in fright..."

Su Che took out the pointer and the scalpel slowly, turned around and wrapped the blade with an electric arc and pressed it against the neck of the black-haired corpse, "I just said that I frightened a scary ghost to death tonight, why don't you believe it?" Woolen cloth?"

"Now I ask you to answer, be lenient when you confess, and strict when you resist!" Su Che smiled kindly, and asked directly, "I heard someone report tonight that not all the people in your radio station were killed by a female ghost died?"

The black hair on the face of the black-haired corpse trembled, "That's scary..."

"Scary?" Su Che glanced suspiciously at the black-haired corpse, "You ghosts have spent a lot of effort just to insist on engaging in illegal activities that scare people for ten years?"

"Hey hey..." Weird laughter.

Snapped!

Another loud slap sounded on the face of the black-haired corpse, An Donglin's face was clouded, "You laugh so horribly, who are you scaring?"

Wang Wang Wang!

The big black dog was still biting the black-haired corpse, and his mouth was bleeding all over the floor, his teeth making a crunching sound like biting a stone.

"I..." Su Che punched the black-haired corpse in the chest again before he finished speaking, which made it extremely annoyed, "What me? You are talking about how many ghosts there are on the radio station, tell us the truth!"

"You!" The black-haired corpse was trembling with anger, Su Che punched it again, "What are you, tell me!"

The blood and tears couldn't stop flowing down, and the black-haired corpse roared in despair, "What kind of people are I meeting tonight, don't be afraid of me, just rush up and beat me up, I don't want to lose face of?"

It had a fierce look in its eyes, and the straight corpse pressed down. The arc-wrapped scalpel in Su Che's hand pierced through its neck in an instant, and the face of the black-haired corpse with a strange smile froze instantly. "Want to know why? Then come to us!" "

It fell silently on the back seat of the taxi and gradually disappeared.

At this time, the radio that was making a buzzing noise returned to its normal sound, and the voice of the strange talk radio host Xiao Tiantian came from it, accompanied by the sound of mechanical applause, "Wow, the strange talk that Mr. K told is really true. Horror, I wonder if the listeners have been frightened?"

Mr. K's voice was still hoarse, "My strange talk is over."

"Okay, thank you very much for the mysterious guest, Mr. K, who brought us the thrilling and terrifying ghost stories, so our show today is over. Tomorrow at the same time, all listeners are invited to lock on the ghost talk radio station, and listen to us tell the most frightening, frightening and most terrifying stories. A real urban ghost story!"

The big black dog stuck out its tongue and retched constantly. An Donglin looked at the seat where the black-haired corpse disappeared, "It doesn't look like a ghost."

The eldest sister of the taxi driver Wu Qinglian pointed at the scalpel in Su Che's hand tremblingly, "There, there is something there!"

Su Che retracted the scalpel, and four long strips of hard-shelled black paper fell on the floor of the taxi. Su Che picked up one, and the artistic font with bold red letters on a black background came into view. These are four invitation letters.

'Ghost Story Association, you are welcome to join! '

'Address: Room 4, Floor 14, Building 1444, Jiangdu Garden, Jiangcheng City'

An Donglin and Long Wenhua each picked up one, and Long Wenhua said suspiciously, "Ghost Talk Association? Room 4, Floor 14, Building 1444, Jiangdu Garden. Is there really such an inauspicious address?"

"Four invitation letters, Miss Driver, it seems that it includes all four of us!" Su Che picked up the last invitation letter and put it beside Wu Qinglian.

Wu Qinglian trembled uneasily. She saw Su Che stabbing the black-haired corpse with a scalpel. She felt that this young man was at least more reliable than the fierce Long Wenhua in the back seat and An Donglin with a gloomy and terrifying face. She timidly turned to Su Che Che asked, "Are you three really good people?"

Wu Qinglian used the accent on the word 'person'.

"If it's true, we are really human!" Su Che patted his chest and assured, "The driver's eldest sister is going to Jiangdu Garden. Let's find out the depth of this ghost story association and let them see our strengths and weaknesses!"

Wu Qinglian anxiously accepted the invitation letter from Su Che's Ghost Story Association. She really didn't want to get involved in this muddy water, but when things came to an end, it was better for four of them to go than to be entangled by this weird Ghost Story Association in the future. Well done.

"I'm just an ordinary taxi driver, why do I have to suffer these unbearable pains!" Wu Qinglian cried.

Chapter 120 Five Ghost Story Association, that's it?

Zhou Li yawned laboriously.

Ever since he received the connection from Jiangcheng Strange Talk Radio Station tonight, he felt that his state was a little bit wrong, his eyelids were raised and he was yawning continuously.

He touched his forehead, it was slightly hot, and his body was a little chilly, "It turns out that I have a cold, no wonder I don't feel well."

Glancing at the clock, it was already past midnight, he parked the taxi on the side of the road, rubbed his hot forehead vigorously, recovered a little, unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of hot water.

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He put the thermos back into the cup holder, and suddenly seemed to have touched some kind of hard object, so he took it over to have a look.

'Ghost Story Association, you are welcome to join! '

'Address: Room 4, Floor 14, Building 1444, Jiangdu Garden, Jiangcheng City. '

"What? Which passenger left the thing?" A few traces of doubts flashed slowly in his mind, and Zhou Li struggled to recall which passenger left the thing.

Thinking back for a long time, he didn't have any impression. He looked at the address of the invitation letter and shook his head, "Jiangdu Garden has been an unfinished building for more than ten years. Who would go there to set up a strange talk association? mischief."

Yawning again and again, he really couldn't keep his eyes open. He found a parking space on the side of the road with the last energy, reclined the seat, and opened the car window a little, "Half an hour, just rest for half an hour."

Fall asleep deeply.

A few minutes later, Zhou Li who had just laid down sat up again. He started the car in a trance, and drove the car to a distant place as if he was sleepwalking.

......

Wang Futai drove a taxi near the high-tech park in the south of the city with lingering fear, and police cars drove past him. He looked in the direction of the high-tech park, "With so many police cars, I knew the high-tech park must be haunted. Young was [-]% harmed by that female ghost, and now the police are rushing over to collect their corpses!"

"It's miserable, it's too miserable! I should have stopped them from going to the high-tech park, alas..." He sighed deeply.

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A night wind suddenly blew past.

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A long strip of black cardboard was blown by the wind and flung it to Wang Futai's face. He stretched out his hand and tore the black cardboard off his face.

'Ghost Story Association, you are welcome to join! '

'Address: Room 4, Floor 14, Building 1444, Jiangdu Garden, Jiangcheng City. '

"What the hell?" Wang Futai glanced at the hard paper, threw it out of the window, rolled up the window and walked away.

The night wind blowing made this long black cardboard dance with the wind, it floated over the police car convoy, and fell in a whirl.

Suddenly, a white and slender hand stretched out from the window of the police car and squeezed the paper in his hand.

The cold-faced policewoman sat in the car and opened the black long strip of hard paper. She looked at the printed content on the paper and thought, "Ghost Talk Association, Jiangdu Garden...It's interesting... ..."

"Team Leader Ming, what's the matter?" The modified Wuling Hongguang drove up with exhaust sounds, and Zhao Tailai, who was disabled with both arms, stuck his head out of the car window and looked at the cold-faced policewoman.

"It's nothing." She put the long black strip of cardboard back into her pocket, and said to Zhao Tailai, "Can't you take out the tombstone of 'Tomb of the Unknown'?"

Zhao Tailai smiled wryly, "Don't talk about taking it out, I can't even get close, as long as I get within three meters of that tombstone, the blood in my whole body seems to be boiling, so we can only take that tombstone together with the concrete in the ground." Cut it off as a whole, and let our burial agency contain it and seal it up!"

"Whatever." The cold-faced policewoman rolled up the window.

Zhao Tailai withdrew his head, and said with emotion, "Unexpectedly, in order to deal with that thing on the cross-river bridge, the Fifth Division activated her. Sigh, there are fewer and fewer old faces in the bureau, and she may have to leave this time as well." It's..."

"But having said that, all of us have picked up a bad life, and we can use it to deal with these ghosts." Zhao Tailai slowly closed his eyes.

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Jiangdu Garden is a high-end residential area near the river built on the hillside.

The outermost location at the foot of the mountain is a patchwork of high-rise apartment buildings, further inwards is a community of western-style houses with unique shapes, and the center is a single-family villa area.

Of course, this is the ideal state envisioned in the renderings. This high-end residential area, surrounded by mountains and rivers, broke the capital chain many years ago because the developer ran away with money, and it was reduced to an unfinished building.

The outermost high-rise apartment was hastily built as a blank, and further inside was the suspended construction site, where weeds were overgrown in the potholed mud.

After the 714 bus route was abolished, the unfinished Jiangdu Garden became even more deserted, like a pile of reinforced concrete tombs, and no one would approach it at ordinary times.

A speeding taxi stopped at the side of the curb with a screech, and three men and a woman got out of the car. They looked curiously at the dilapidated Jiangdu Garden real estate.

There are huge landscape stones placed under the towering trees on the roadside. The "Jiangdu Garden" engraved on the landscape stones has been covered with a thick layer of moss after years of wind and rain.

The walls of high-rise apartment buildings that have not been maintained for a long time are peeling off, and there are traces of fire in many places. It is obviously a temporary residence for homeless people.

"Room 4, 14th Floor, Building 1444, Jiangdu Garden." Su Che glanced over the unrecognizable high-rise apartment building in Jiangdu Garden. The lush trees and weeds had already buried the previous road. Looking over, it was as if he had come to a deep mountain and old forest.

Wu Qinglian was a little hesitant, she was instinctively afraid of horrible things, but she followed Su Che and others to the weedy Jiangdu Garden real estate in fear.

Entering Jiangdu Garden through thorns and thorns, Long Wenhua kept yelling, Su Che asked him what was going on, Long Wenhua's unshaven face was full of embarrassment, "The movement is too wide, and the wound there is hurt again." torn..."

"Oh!" Su Che showed a clear expression, "Xiaolong, man, be strong, you can do it, I believe in you!"

An Donglin smiled silently, and there was a miserable smile on Yin Yin's face. No matter how you looked at it, it felt very permeating. Wu Qinglian shuddered when she saw the smile on his face.

"Brother, your smile scares me..." Wu Qinglian was so frightened by An Donglin's smile that she almost burst into tears.

An Donglin was still smiling, "Don't be afraid, old girl, I, An, are half a good person and won't harm you!"

The big black dog closely followed Su Che with its tail between its legs, and walked dozens of steps forward, and a small, wide square appeared in front of everyone.

"Building 4 is there!" An Donglin raised his head and shouted.

When Su Che looked over, it seemed that the plaque of the sales office was originally reserved by the developer of Jiangdu Garden, with the crooked writing of "4 buildings from here" painted with vermilion paint.

A few steps forward, Su Che walked to the place where the vermilion paintbrush wrote, "The color is not new, it should have been around for a while."

Looking forward along the handwriting written by the vermilion paintbrush, one by one arrows extend forward to the entrance of the black lacquered apartment that also uses the vermilion paintbrush to write "4 buildings here". Just like where it is, it uses arrows to mark the direction for latecomers in a simple and unpretentious manner.

Su Che took out the morning glory from the backpack, and the flower buds of the morning glory slowly turned, pointing to the position pointed by the arrow, "Ghost Story Association, is this all?"

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