No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Looking at the chicken feathers all over the place, Su Che reckoned that the bald rooster was in danger.

Walking quickly to the side of the rotting corpse, Su Che took out Zhang Yi's student ID card and carefully compared the highly decomposed face of the rotting corpse. The two were highly similar.

He said slowly to the student ID card, "Zhang Yi, this is probably your body, right?"

Wearing a blood-colored long dress blooming from the student ID card, Zhang Yi appeared and stared blankly at the highly decomposed corpse. The expression on its face changed rapidly, from disbelief, to fear, to full of Disgusted, and finally returned to deep self-blame.

"I killed my best friend..." Zhang Yi lowered her head and whispered.

It stretched out its hand and placed it on the body of the carrion. The blood color of the long skirt was fading rapidly. A black flower like ink was scattered in the blood color of the long skirt, and it turned the blood color of the long skirt into pure black at an astonishing speed. color.

Su Che vaguely saw the rotting corpse's chest rising and falling slightly.

Boom, boom, boom.

It seemed to be the sound of a beating heart, beating slowly and firmly in the chest of the carrion, Zhang Yi's ghost was slowly going deep into the carrion.

['Qiu Lan's Diary' Favorability Mission, Part [-]: When I saw her again, she was no longer human.I saved her, but the price is that I will fall into hell...]

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The indicator light of the elevator showed upwards, and the voices of several people talking suddenly came from the silent corridor.

"This building is too evil. Three murders occurred in more than ten days, and it stopped for a few days. Today, another female corpse was found... This place is really haunted, right?"

"Don't scare yourself. You've been in this business for more than ten years, and you've encountered hundreds of murders. If there really were ghosts, wouldn't you have encountered them long ago? There are no ghosts in this world!"

"Old Li is right, there is no such thing as ghosts, it's all about scaring yourself!"

"Don't say that, I have a friend in the Xicheng Criminal Police Detachment, I heard from him that some weird things really happened there..."

The elevator doors opened slowly, and a team of uniformed police officers murmured into the corridor on the sixth floor of the building.

At this time, Su Che standing in front of the rotting corpse came into their sight.

"Who are you?" The leading policeman shouted violently.

Several other policemen beside him took out their pistols and pointed at Su Che, "Hands up!"

Su Che looked up at the policemen who came out of the elevator, felt helpless, and slowly raised his hands, "What's the matter, I've only been on the sixth floor for less than 5 minutes, and you're here, and the speed of the police is too fast." almost! "

"Aren't you talking nonsense? The characteristic of our Dongcheng detachment stands out in one word, and that is fast!"

"Who are you? For what purpose did you enter the crime scene? What is the relationship between this corpse and you?"

A series of questions exploded in Su Che's ears.

Glancing at Zhang Yi, whose blood-colored long dress was half-stained in thick black ink, the group of policemen obviously couldn't see it. Su Che hesitated and said, "Will you let me go if I tell you the truth?"

"Hehe, I still want to bargain." They took a few glances at Su Che. He was an ordinary-looking young man with an unhealthy pale skin and no blood at all. "Frankly, you should be lenient." I know it!"

Su Che nodded clearly, "I know this for sure, so I'll start to explain it!"

"Go ahead!"

"I have a friend. She was taken away by an evil spirit many years ago. The resentment was unbearable and she turned into a ghost. In addition, there were some people with ulterior motives. She turned into a red-clothed ghost to cause harm to the world." Su Che said. At this point, I suddenly continued impassionedly, "So I, who is righteous, can't just sit idly by and stand up resolutely to seek justice for her!"

"Fortunately, these evil criminals have all pleaded guilty under my hands. After doing all of this, I will fulfill my friend's last wish and retrieve her body that was taken away." Su Che pointed at the carrion corpse, "This That rotting corpse is my friend!"

After Su Che finished speaking, several policemen from the Dongcheng detachment stared at each other, unable to get their heads around, "What are you talking about?"

The blood-colored dress on Zhang Yi's body was completely blackened, and its ghost was completely integrated into the rotting corpse. Su Che silently gave up half of his body, completely exposing the rotting corpse to their eyes. He chanted loudly, "Great Resurrection!"

After the words fell, under the horrified sight of several policemen from the Dongcheng detachment, the highly decomposed corpse was filled with suspicious black air from the inside to the outside, and a slow and firm heartbeat could be heard from its chest.

The shriveled skin became moist again, and the rotten smell was replaced by a cold breath. Zhang Yi slowly opened her eyes, holding a long-handled black umbrella, and looked suspiciously at the several policemen who appeared in front of her.

"Really...really resurrected? Am I dazzled?"

"Old Li, what did you just say?"

"The characteristic of our Dongcheng detachment stands out in one word, and that is fast!"

"No, last sentence."

"There are no ghosts in this world at all?"

"Can you take that back?"

Chapter 140 The sixth is coming...they are really coming

"Hello, hello! This is the complaint hotline of Jiangcheng Public Transportation Co., Ltd., do you have any valuable comments to give back?"

There was only the sound of heavy breathing from the phone, and after a long silence, there was the sound of violent vomiting.

"Ugh, I...I...I want to complain..." It was a drunk man with a rough voice.

"Okay, sir, what do you need to complain about?"

"I...well...the thing is...should have happened half a month ago. I mean it should have started half a month ago... .On the weekend half a month ago, I drank some wine at night and stopped the bus on the side of the road to go home...I was in a daze when I got on the bus, and I still had a little impression...I vomited It was so fierce, I vomited everywhere on the bus, I almost vomited all the bitter bile... vomit..."

There was another burst of violent vomiting.

"Okay, I'm listening, sir, you are very drunk, do you need me to call an ambulance for you?"

"No...no, after throwing up, I fell asleep on the bus... When I woke up the next morning, I was lying on the edge of the reservoir in the eastern suburbs In the grass... or the passing fisherman woke me up, or I would freeze to death there... I just want to ask you... vomit all over the car , Of course it was my fault, but isn’t it a little too much for the bus driver of your company to leave me in the wilderness?”

"Uh...can you give us the specific information of the bus that day?"

"Don't talk, I haven't finished yet...vomit..." The gruff man on the phone was still vomiting violently, he seemed to be a little more awake, and continued vaguely, " Waking up from the reservoir freezing and coming home, I had a cold and a fever for a whole week and almost died...then...not a few days later, I started to notice strange car noises at night Whispers are ringing near my house... I can't stand doing this every night, so I want to go to this shitty guy for a theory, and I find out... this car that's honking , it was the bus that I vomited all over the place that night... Seeing that there were a lot of people on the bus, I didn't dare to trouble the driver..."

"And then? Our company does not allow drivers to continue driving during off-duty hours. Maybe you read it wrong!"

"Ugh...Fuck your mother, I remember it clearly. It was this train. I didn't dare to go up to argue that night. After that, they started to get worse. They not only honked their horns every night, but even pestered one A lot of people knocked on my door, if I didn't live alone, wouldn't the people in my family be frightened by this driver from your company?"

"Sir... do you drink a lot every day?"

"Yeah? What's the problem?"

"No, haven't you thought about it, could these be hallucinations caused by drinking too much?"

The other end of the phone was suddenly dull for a while, and then angrily cursed, "Are you beating around the bush and calling me mentally ill? I am Diu Leilou, is your company a gangster gang? Let the driver retaliate against the passengers, I admit that it is me It’s not right, but it’s really too much for him to do this, right?”

"Okay, sir, please provide the specific information of this bus, and I will record it for you!"

"Ouch... I still remember, this bus is No. 714... The driver... I really want to see the driver's work card, I have to think about his name... ...Li...Zhi...What's the matter, Li Zhiwen? Oh yes, the driver is Li Zhiwen. Bus No. 714, the driver Li Zhiwen!"

"Bus No. 714? This bus rolled over on the cross-river bridge and into the Lanjiang River on July 7. All 7 people in the bus, including the driver Li Zhiwen, were killed. None of them survived. Their bodies And bus No. 32 has not been found so far, you...where did you see them..." A terrified female voice came from the phone.

The drunk man obviously wouldn't believe this set of arguments, "They are knocking on the door again, you say they are not human or ghosts? I want to see if they are human!"

"Sir, what I said is true, they were all killed!"

There was no speaking on the other end of the phone for a long time, only the sound of knocking on the door.

Until the sound of water dripping on the ground appeared, a muffled voice that seemed to be drowning in water appeared on the phone, "I...we...are their... ...slave......"

——截取自2010年8月10日下午4点44分江城市公共交通有限责任公司投诉热线的通话记录。

The person involved, Wang Jianting, male, 42 years old, was from Wangjia Village in the eastern suburbs of Jiangcheng City. He was found to have committed suicide in his bedroom at home at 2010 a.m. on August 8, 11, and died of suffocation.

The client, Zhao Yuru, female, 21 years old, telephone customer service of Jiangcheng Public Transportation Co., Ltd., was controlled and protected by the Fifth Division of Dongjiang Guoan Special Service at 2010:8 am on August 11, 6. Current living condition: good.

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Waking up from the dream again.

Li Suxue gasped heavily, cold sweat dripped from her forehead and wet her cheeks.

She looked at the environment she was in in horror. The bright lights shone from the chandelier on the ceiling. The room was simple without any complicated decorations. There was only a single bed and a wardrobe for clothes. With nothing else, my mind calmed down a little.

"Nurse Li, are you alright?" Not long after Li Suxue woke up from her dream, the energetic looking girl in a black uniform and a high ponytail pushed open the door and asked Li Suxue.

Li Suxue patted her chest, sat up on the bed, took a sip of the cold boiled water on the bedside table, "No...it's okay, I just had a nightmare again..."

"About bus No. 714?" The energetic female voice frowned, with a look of worry on her brows.

Li Suxue was silent, and then nodded quietly, "I saw that bus again in my dream. Passengers got off the bus, many, many, lined up and walked to the door of my house, banging on the door, Just like that night..."

"You may be too nervous. With us here, it's safe!" The energetic girl pushed the door out, walked up to Li Suxue and gently put her hands on her shoulders, comforting her in a soft tone.

"No, Ma Tong, it's different this time..." Li Suxue shook her head firmly, "I heard their voices...We are their slaves and other weird words, In the end they said the time is coming and they will come back..."

"They will find me, they will definitely find me..." Li Suxue's face was very haggard, and she buried her head in Ma Tong's chest, sobbing slightly.

Seeing this scene, Ma Tong instinctively patted Li Suxue on the back and wanted to say something to comfort her, but he couldn't say anything.

Li Suxue raised her head and looked at the room where she had lived for less than half a month in a panic, fear appeared on her haggard face, "Here they come... they really came... .”

Chapter 140 VII The 714 Bus Appeared Again

The weather in Jiangcheng changed as it said. In the morning, the sun was still shining and the rare good weather. In the afternoon, the wind and cloud changed suddenly. Thick clouds pressed down from the sky, and the weather became more and more gloomy.

Light rain began to fall outside the window, and the dense raindrops fell from the sky, leaving countless drooping water marks on the car window, condensing thin water mist, and the scenery outside the window became darker and more blurred stand up.

The rain continued unabated, and it was hazy. The intertwined rain curtain was like a big net, covering the entire Jiangcheng.

Zhu Chi turned on the wiper of the taxi, and the aging rubber strip scraped back and forth on the windshield, making annoying creaking and rubbing sounds, but at least the swinging wiper cleared a large visible area.

"I'll change you tomorrow!" Zhu Chi listened dissatisfiedly to the creaking sound of the wiper rubber strips, and felt a little irritated.

The hazy scenery outside the car window disappeared quickly, perhaps because of the rain, there were not many pedestrians on the side of the road, and even fewer taxis.

Just after receiving a business order, Zhu Chi parked the taxi on the side of the road, wanting to smoke a cigarette and relax.

Suddenly, a speeding bus passed by the opposite lane and stopped on the side of the opposite lane.

Zhu Chi was a little puzzled. He looked at the opposite bus through the dense rain curtain. It's weird.

"Strange, the opposite side is not a bus stop. What is this bus doing there? Could it be an accident?" Wiping the mist on the window, Zhu Chi put his face close to the window and carefully looked at the opposite side. A bus in the silence of the rain.

The bus on the opposite side is old, the paint surface in some places is peeling off, rusty, and some places are covered with water plants, as if they have just been fished out of the water.

Take it out of the water...in general?

A thunder blasted in Zhu Chi's head, and he recalled the night half a month ago, when the young passenger kicked away his taxi co-pilot, and rushed into the garden in the south of the city with a wooden sword, dancing continuously , as if wrestling with something he couldn't see.

Especially at the last moment, Zhu Chi vaguely saw a dilapidated bus parked at the intersection of Chengnan Huayuan, that bus... and the one parked in front of him. .....almost carved out of a mold...

The heart in his chest was beating uncontrollably, and a large amount of blood poured into his brain, making his eyes a little black, and he snuffed out the half-smoked cigarette, Zhu Chi quickly started the taxi, and passed away in the hazy rain. go.

The taxi and the rusty bus passed by each other, Zhu Chi glanced at the driver's seat of the bus from the corner of his eye, and a swollen and whitish corpse came into his eyes.

A pale dead face was pressed against the bus window, eyes with dilated pupils exuded full maliciousness, staring straight at Zhu Chi in the taxi driver's seat.