No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

He casually found a restaurant downstairs for dinner. Su Che drank four bowls of rice in one go, and his stomach felt a little full. The restaurant owner looked at Su Che as if he had seen a ghost.

"Boss, add more food!" Su Che's words made the boss's face clouded, good guy, if you order two dishes and eat one pot of rice for me, do I still want to do this business.

"Young man, you're back. Is it fun at Nanfeng?" The owner of the breakfast stall that Su Che used to eat seemed to be kicked out of the house by his wife again, and he was looking for food on the street. After seeing Su Che, he hurried over to have a chat. .

"It's okay, it's worth a visit! But there are ghosts dancing in the Dead Man's Valley, it's eerie, uncle, if you want to go, you have to pick the time at noon, because sooner or later something will happen!" He took the rice bowl and said to the breakfast stall owner who came over while eating.

The restaurant owner had long been used to Su Che's out-of-the-ordinary thinking, so he sat across from Su Che warmly and acquaintedly, and said to the restaurant owner, "Old Qu, this meal is mine. The young man treated me to a meal last time. This time I Please come back!"

"Chenghui 38." The owner of the restaurant, Old Qu, was bleeding.

He simply paid the bill, before Su Che had time to thank him, the owner of the stall earlier rubbed his hands, looking a little embarrassed, he hesitated for a moment before saying, "Young man, I heard you are a psychiatrist from the Third Hospital? "

"Yes."

"That's a good relationship. I have a little nephew. This year, he just finished the college entrance examination. He went on a graduation trip with a few classmates in his class. It seems that something happened to him. Now he is in a daze. I suspect him Here..." The owner of the early stall pointed to his head, "I was stimulated, I will bring him to you sometime? As for the consultation fee...you make a price. "

"This..." Su Che has been so busy recently that he doesn't have time to see a doctor for the nephew who was the boss earlier. He thought about how to politely refuse.

The owner of the early stall went on to say, "I'm not afraid of your jokes. At first we thought he was an evil spirit...Tiao Dashen, Taoist priests, monks, and even the priests in the church have all been searched, and his illness is not serious. Seeing the improvement... There is really no other way, so I thought about showing him a psychiatric department. Seeing that the results are about to be reported, it is not an option to procrastinate like this. Look... When will I Bring him to show you?"

Su Che became interested in an instant, he put down the bowl and chopsticks and looked at the owner of the breakfast stall, "Uncle, what's your name?"

"Miangui's surname is Hou, and his name is Zhihui." Hou Zhihui replied.

"Well, I should be free the morning after tomorrow. Uncle Hou, bring your nephew over here. This is my business card. Call me when the time comes!" Su Che took out a business card from his wallet and stuffed it into Uncle Hou. hand.

Chapter 150 Let's solve the 714 bus tonight

The sky was getting dark, night fell, and the light rain began to fall non-stop again.

Room 4, 14th Floor, Building 1444, Jiangdu Garden, Guidan Association.

"Speaking of which, this is the first meeting of our New Ghost Story Association, but it's a pity that Sir has refused to join our association, making it very difficult for our illegal organization!" Su Che tapped the chair with a pointer, "Don't feel restrained, please speak freely."

The atmosphere of the Guitan Association tonight is full of weird feelings. The members of the association are a little uncomfortable with the brain circuit of the new president. Mr. K asked weakly, "Well, isn't our association only on the third week of the month? Do you gather for a mission every day? Why are you meeting again today?"

"Times have changed, Mr. K!" Mr. H said hoarsely.

Mr. K tilted his head, and the black mist covering his body rolled over, "What? The times have changed? What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that the world of ghost stories has been broken by the new president, so... our association has nothing to do for the time being. The president, Mr. Su, has decided to call everyone together to do something big!"

Mr. H said slowly, "Do you know about the 714 bus?"

"The No. 714 bus that leaves downstairs every night?" Xiao Tiantian was surprised.

"That's right, it's that bus." Su Che got up, "Our Ghost Story Association will completely eliminate the urban ghost story of the 714 bus today!"

"There is a red-clothed ghost in that car!" Mr. K continued in a low voice, "Everyone in our association is tied together, and none of them are the opponent of that red-clothed ghost."

"A ghost in red?" Su Che took out a pitch-black long-handled umbrella, and Zhang Yi, who was wearing a black dress, stood in the room holding the umbrella, and a cold aura filled the room, "We have one too!"

"President, don't fool me, she is wearing a black dress..." This was Fatty Qian's voice.

Su Che glanced at him, waved the pointer in his hand, and the blazing blue arc struck Qian Fatty's feet, scaring him, "Can't it be so red that it turns black? Talk too much!"

"Yes, yes, President, you are right, the red is turning black..." Fatty Qian lost the habit of breaking his mouth in an instant.

Su Che continued, "I know everyone is in a panic, after all, it is the 714 bus that has been running rampant in Jiangcheng for ten years and has not been solved, but I will put the words here today, I have arranged for a ghost earlier I boarded the No. 714 bus, and I have a clear understanding of the bottom of this bus. If I don’t do it, I will use it. If I do it, it will be a thunderbolt, and I will completely solve the No. 714 bus!"

"Besides, after this mission, all staff will get a raise!" Su Che quietly added at the end.

"Salary increase? Chairman, why didn't you say it earlier, my old K 1 people agree with the chairman's action, my opinion is over, everyone please feel free!" Mr. K suddenly regained his energy.

Xiao Tiantian was silent for a while, "I have no objection either."

But Fatty Qian began to talk again, "The Association is so poor that it's almost impossible to get rid of it. Where can I get the money to raise the salary..."

Mr. H coughed twice, "Don't talk so much nonsense, why didn't I see Mr. J today? Where did he go?"

"The last time I was scared out of my psychological shadow in the world of ghost stories, I heard that I was admitted to the Qingshan Mental Hospital for recuperation. Old K and Xiao Tiantian should know about this." Fatty Qian said again.

Mr. K affirmed, "Mr. J did have some mental problems, and he is recuperating in Qingshan Mental Hospital."

Everyone turned their attention to Su Che who got up, and felt ashamed in his heart. Mr. J was famous for his madness in the Guild Story Association, but he was frightened and admitted to the Qingshan Mental Hospital after only experiencing a strange talk with the president. ...This president must be even crazier than Mr. J...

"What do you think I'm doing?" Su Che snorted, "Mr. J played himself to death to provoke that ghost singer, and I'm the blame for his mental breakdown when that ghost stripped off his pants and beat him with a whip? If it wasn't for me to save him. Maybe he died in the scary ghost talk."

"Since everyone has no objections, let's meet at the Jiangdu Garden Station downstairs on time before midnight tonight. Anyone who wants to quit can let me know first. Is there anyone?" Su Che looked around at all the figures of the Ghost Story Association that were shrouded in black mist.

Zhang Yi, holding a pitch-black long-handled umbrella, followed Su Che's line of sight, staring at the figures shrouded in black mist in the room, their shadows reflected in her clear eyes, and a vague smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

In the eyes of the members of the Ghost Story Association, Zhang Yi, who is holding a black umbrella and wearing a black dress, looks harmless to humans and animals, but the depressive sense of terror in her body makes everyone tremble with fear. No one doubts that this ghost named Zhang Yi Possesses the ability to kill through the Guitan Association.

Of course, except for the man named Mr. Su who just became the president.

Everyone was silent for a few minutes, and Su Che's speech broke the silence in the room.

"Very well, no one quits, so it's settled." Su Che stepped forward, looking at the five figures in the room covered in black mist, "It's just around eight o'clock in the evening, and there are still nearly four hours before dawn , Jiangdu Garden Station, we will see you soon!"

As the voice fell, a large black mist gushed out from Room 4 on the 14th floor of Jiangdu Garden Building 1444, engulfing everyone in it. When Su Che opened his eyes, he was already standing in the stairway between the 4th and 13th floors of Jiangdu Garden Apartment Building 15 , turned and went downstairs.

The hazy drizzle kept falling, and Zhang Yi stood beside Su Che holding a long-handled black umbrella. Su Che took the umbrella from Zhang Yi with the black book of the Ghost Story Association in his hand, and her figure gradually faded away. Fade away.

Holding an umbrella and walking alone in the rain curtain, the colorful neon lights in the distance are refracted by the rain curtain, emitting colorful lights, reflecting in the dark night, dreamy and misty.

[Complete the commission of Zhang Yi, the ghost in red: find the stolen body]

[Reward distribution: three lucky draw opportunities (three kinds are randomly selected from 32 kinds of rewards!)]

"Your delay in the system is a bit high." Su Che's consciousness moved, and a large turntable divided into 32 parts appeared in front of his eyes. Before he had time to see clearly what was on it, the straight pointer rotated rapidly.

Mo De's emotional system prompts sounded one after another:

[Congratulations, you have won the reward: RMB588 (brand new banknotes, without money, it is difficult to move an inch)]

[Congratulations on getting the reward: high-quality dog ​​food*10 (every dog ​​who has eaten it agrees)]

[Congratulations on drawing the reward: Lin Fengjiao's taoist robe (washed white, it seems that someone has worn it for a long time)]

"???" Hearing the system notification sounds one after another, Su Che was so angry that he wished he could take out a knife and stab the system to death on the spot.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated frequently, and as expected, it was another reminder text message from the courier.

'Dear Mr. Su, your courier has been shipped, tracking number: 46279452338, please pay attention to sign for it! '

'Dear Mr. Su, your courier has been shipped, tracking number: 45568295431, please pay attention to sign for it! '

Chapter 150 Tarot Society

what......

Why is the ceiling black...

There was a brief pause in his brain thinking, and Li Cheng only felt dry mouth and black eyes, and it took a long time for him to return to the world due to the stimulation of soreness and pain all over his body.

The warm sunlight shines on the face through the window, which makes people feel lazy, and Li Cheng feels that his whole body is about to fall apart.

His eyes turned back and forth in the room illuminated by the sun, and an inexplicable panic appeared in his chest, until his eyes met the dull and lifeless eyes of the puppet in a foreign dress leaning against the computer screen, a thunderbolt from the clear sky hit him My mind exploded.

"Damn it, I...was given by this puppet last night..."

Thin cold sweat oozes from the forehead, and the coolness comes from behind, "By the way, Gu Yu fell asleep in front of my door last night, he..."

Carefully getting up from the bed, Li Cheng never took his eyes off the doll in western costume. He was afraid that in a blink of an eye, this doll would come back to life and perform the drama of last night. With all due respect, Li Cheng said, his The burning pain in the lower body is obviously a symptom of worn bald skin.

The sunlight coming in from the window was getting brighter, and the puppet leaning on the computer screen had not moved for a long time. Li Cheng couldn't help speeding up his pace, quietly touched the door, and turned the handle.

The sound of clicking.

The door opened.

He stepped out, then slammed the door shut and locked it with a key.

With his back against the door, he sat decadently on the floor. The cold feeling made him restrain his thoughts a little.

"Li Cheng, are you not going to work today?" Gu Yu poked his head out of the room and looked suspiciously at Li Cheng, who was pale and decadent.

"Damn!" Li Cheng suddenly yelled strangely, "What time is it?"

"It's 11 o'clock." Gu Yu replied.

"It's over, it's over, I'm absent from work today." Li Cheng leaned weakly on the door, with a look of unrequited love on his face, he stared at Gu Yu blankly, and asked implicitly, "Gu Yu, what did you feel last night? Did something weird happen?"

"Strange thing?" Gu Yu walked out of the room, "No, I went to bed early last night and didn't hear anything."

"You visit ghost forums every day, and what ghost stories do you see trying to scare me?" Gu Yu looked at Li Cheng suspiciously. He and Li Cheng had been roommates for seven years from college to work. He is very clear about the bad water in his stomach.

From the time when he was in the university dormitory, Li Cheng liked to tell scary ghost stories after the lights were turned off in the dormitory.

"No, I really hit a ghost..." Li Cheng said with a pale face. After struggling for a long time, he slowly told what happened to him last night, "That puppet... You can turn into a human at night..."

"A puppet? Become a human? Is there such a good thing?" Gu Yuyuan opened his eyes and looked at Li Cheng with a clear expression on his face, "As expected, it is you, Li Cheng, who drives the hearse so naturally, where did you come from? Acting for a silicone doll? Don’t you know how much money I have in my pocket? I definitely can’t afford it, but if you want to give me one to play with, I definitely don’t mind!”

"I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense..." Li Cheng was speechless, "Forget it...you don't believe me..."

Looking back at the room locked by himself, his body shivered inexplicably, and he left the rental house as if fleeing, found a computer in the Internet cafe outside, opened the forum, and looked for the post he left last night.

It didn't take much effort for him to find this popular post in the forum, and flipped through the floors to find his reply. He suddenly found that his reply was thousands of floors below, even exceeding the number of replies to this post.

"Come on, come to me! Why don't you come! I've already signed up!"

"Is there such a good thing? Count me in!"

"+1008611"

"I +1, what about people#(angry)"

A group of sand sculpture netizens exploded the popularity of their replies, and only Li Cheng wanted to cry, "I was just saying hello, I didn't expect it to come to my door..."

He found the host who uploaded the post, and privately said, "Brother, I was also entangled by this doll, what should I do?"

After waiting anxiously for a long time, the reply from the host who posted the post rang through the earphones, "Being entangled by a doll? What do you mean?"

"?" A question mark popped up in Li Cheng's head, "It's the puppet in your story!"

"Administrator, are you trying to have fun with me? I made up this story, and I don't even have that doll in my hand..." The host who posted the post replied again.

Didi's voice sounded again, "But...my story has a prototype, it's an urban ghost story of an island country in the East, are you still there, administrator?"

"In..." The word stayed in the reply box for 3 minutes before Li Cheng sent it out, and he tapped the keyboard again, "Then do you know how to deal with this kind of doll?"

"I don't know..." The poster who posted the post quickly replied, "Admin, are you really looking for my fun?"