No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

At this time, the Alto car driven by Su Che passed by the platform, and he hurriedly turned his head and glanced at the hunchbacked old lady who was standing waiting for the bus. A wrinkled withered face came into view. Blood oozes out of the bag, and an old man's arm covered with corpse spots is exposed from the mouth of the snakeskin bag.

'Laundry Lane Station'

Su Che memorized the name of the station silently, and also did not stop. The gas pedal was almost stepped into the engine, and the engine of the old-fashioned Alto car neighed.

After driving through a few more intersections, Su Che soon saw the next platform, which Su Che was very familiar with, and it was the Jiangjunfen North Station where he encountered the No. 714 bus twice.

Su Che almost pushed the speed of this old-fashioned Alto car to the limit. He finally succeeded in overtaking the No. 714 bus, and parked the Alto car firmly in front of the bus platform before the No. 714 bus.

There was a couple snuggling up on the platform of Jiangjunfen North Station. The Alto car that suddenly appeared and stopped frightened them. Su Che got out from the cab, opened the car door, and glared at the snuggling couple, "The police have nothing to do with the case." people avoid!"

The young couple who were talking about love in the middle of the night were shocked by Su Che's words and immediately left the platform.

Pulling out the butcher's knife, the arc of Professor Yang's whip wrapped around the blade of the butcher's knife. Su Che was blocked in front of the No. 714 bus. He aimed at the No. 714 bus and projected the butcher's knife out.

Only a muffled creak was heard, and the No. 714 bus slammed on the brakes and stopped abruptly in front of the platform of Jiangjunfen North Station.

Ding--

General Tomb North Station is here. Passengers who get off the bus please get off from the back door. Please be careful when you open the door. Please walk well when you get off. The next stop is Shahezi Station.

The electronic notification sound of the bus stopping at the station came.

Su Che calmly walked to the front door of the bus, picked up the butcher's knife that had been pierced into the asphalt road, and pointed at Li Zhiwen, "Master Li, you are not a real person. You still run when I tell you I want to get on the bus? Do you believe it or not?" Should I chop off all four of your car tires with one blow?"

Kicking the door loudly, "Be honest, open the door quickly, I want to get in the car!"

Li Zhiwen's body, swollen and whitish with blisters, seemed to have become even paler. The two sides had been in a stalemate for a long time before it gave up resisting and opened the car door.

The rusty car door retracted back and forth, and the worn-out springs neighed like a dying old man with a hoarse voice.

The damp and decayed carriage was stained with rust, and the seat covered with water plants and moss appeared in Su Che's eyes. In the blink of an eye, the inside of the carriage suddenly became full of people, and there were scattered passengers, all of whom looked at the bus from the bus. Su Che, who got into the car by the front door, almost solidified the malice in his eyes.

And Li Zhiwen, who was sitting in the driver's seat, also returned to his previous appearance, but he still lost his hands.

Su Che blocked the car door and waved behind him, "Hurry up, get in the car!"

Then he opened the backpack, and threw the bag containing the remains of the ghost hand destroyed by the half-length red ghost in Tengda Building on the coin box, "Here, Master Li, this is the ticket. I won't take your car for nothing!"

After finishing speaking, Su Che put his backpack on his back, took the butcher's knife in one hand, and retrieved the bag containing the remains of Li Zhiwen's ghost hand from the coin box, "Let someone from me, Su, fix it for you. What do you think? Master Li?"

As soon as they got into the car, everyone from the Ghost Story Association heard Su Che's words, and they all mourned for three seconds in silence for the ghost driver whom Su Che called Master Li.

On the other side, the couple walked a long way, cuddling together under an umbrella, when they suddenly turned around and looked back.

Suddenly, he saw the young man who claimed to be a policeman suddenly disappear from the platform. Immediately afterwards, several people got out from the Alto car just now.

"Ghost... ghost!"

Frightened screams sounded in the hazy rain, and they fled in fright.

Chapter 150 Four, Big Brother, Are You Going to Rob?

[Nightmare Mission: The Disappearing Bus]

[On a rainy night ten years ago, a bus disappeared mysteriously, and no one knew where it went.In the early morning, I boarded the No. 714 bus at Jiangdu Garden Station and survived until dawn the next day. 】

[Reward: Blood-stained bone-chopping knife (this long knife is full of ominous atmosphere)]

Everyone from the Guaitan Association and An Donglin filed in, boarded the No. 714 bus at the North Station of Jiangjunfen, and walked towards the back of the bus.

The doors were closed, and the No. 714 bus moved forward slowly. Listening to the cold bus announcement, a deep chill swept from all directions.

Su Che stood beside the coin box on the bus with a sunny smile on his face. Li Zhiwen stared at Su Che and the people who followed him on the bus with vicious eyes.

Holding the butcher's knife, Su Che tore open his pocket, and poured the red ghost hand remains into the coin slot of the bus coin box.

The cold sweat on Li Zhiwen's forehead slid down his cheeks. He was wearing a shabby old-fashioned bus company uniform from ten years ago. His palmless elbows were tightly stuck to the steering wheel, and thick veins appeared on his arms.

"Master Li, it looks like you're quite nervous. It's really difficult for you to be a driver without both hands." Su Che grabbed the handrail, his eyes flicked back and forth on Li Zhiwen, and the butcher's knife in his hand kept slicing, Seems to be picking where to put the knife down.

The atmosphere in the car was very strange. Before getting on the car, Su Che clearly saw that there were many scattered passengers in the car, but after getting on the car, there were very few passengers on the car, except for the four people who followed Su Che to get on the car and Apart from Su Che himself, there were only three passengers in the car.

One was wearing a thick down jacket, half lying on the seat, holding his chest and shivering, his face was pale, and he was whispering unconsciously, and what he said seemed to be crying cold.

The other two are women in white long gowns. They are sitting on seats reserved for the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled. to scorched skin.

Su Che's eyes swept over them, and then slowly stopped on the members of the Guild of Ghost Story and An Donglin who were still a little dazed in the aisle of the carriage.

The uniform ghost who was kicked into the 714 bus by Su Che earlier as an undercover agent, and the spoon killer who was kicked into the bus by Su Che when he encountered the 714 bus for the second time were not in the compartment.

'Seven days later, there were no ghosts in the car. '

This is the message that the spy Subduing Ghost who boarded the car last time sent to Su Che. Today is July 23th, and the date at that time was July [-]rd, which happened to be the seven-day period that Subduing Ghost said.

Su Che has checked the information about bus No. 714, but because the time is too long, ten years have passed, and there is very little information left. He only found out that when bus No. 714 had an accident ten years ago, A total of 32 people, including the driver Li Zhiwen, were missing.

To this day, neither the missing bus nor the bodies of its 32 passengers have been found.

"What's wrong, why are there so few passengers on this train?" Su Che frowned, and he knocked on Li Zhiwen's side with a butcher's knife a few times, making a sound, attracting everyone's attention in the car, " Master Li, why are there so few passengers tonight? Explain."

Li Zhiwen remained silent, Su Che put the knife on Li Zhiwen's neck, "Ask you something, pretend to be dumb? I know you can talk, so tell me the truth."

"They...they... are here, I...we are their...slaves..." The resentment in Li Zhiwen's eyes Emotions almost popped out of my eyes.

"They?" Su Che's mind flashed a place name, 'Lanjiang Bridge', he whispered to himself, "Things under that bridge seem to have begun to get out of control, what happened to this ghost bus on a rainy night ten years ago?" What did you encounter?"

Li Zhiwen heard what Su Che was talking to himself, and it stared at Su Che, "Save...save me..."

"kindness?"

Su Che was slightly taken aback, Li Zhiwen's sudden call for help took him by surprise.

Fierce veins burst out of Li Zhiwen's eye sockets, and his restored body gradually became wet, with water droplets dripping from his body onto the bus floor, and a strong corpse and fishy smell permeated the air. .

"Save you? How can I save you? You are talking!"

"Tang...Tangshanshui...ku, we...we...in..."

Struggling to say the last sentence, Li Zhiwen's rancid and fishy smell suddenly dissipated, and he continued to drive the No. 714 bus expressionlessly.

"Isn't Tangshan Reservoir a bridge blocking the river?" Su Che was slightly surprised.

Ding--

Shahezi Station is here. Passengers who get off the bus should get off from the back door. Please be careful when you open the door. Please walk well when you get off. The next stop is Yongping Road Station.

The cold bus arrival notification sounded, and Li Zhiwen drove the No. 714 bus to the platform slowly. A man reeking of alcohol stumbled onto the bus from the front door. He kept muttering, not knowing what he was talking about. What, I took out my wallet from my pocket and swiped it on the coin box.

'Drip, senior card! '

The sudden sound seemed to break up a lot of his drunkenness, and he scratched his head in doubt, "Why did I become a senior card, and I'm not drunk..."

Then he stuffed his wallet back into his pocket, and continued to stumble into the carriage, but Su Che was in front of him. He tried several times but failed to get around, "Excuse me, excuse me."

As if Su Che didn't hear it, he still stopped in front of him, "Didn't you find this train a little strange?"

The man reeking of alcohol belched loudly, "Strange place?" He scanned the compartment several times with drunken eyes, "There is no strange place."

"This is a ghost bus. If I were you, get off the bus honestly." Su Che stopped in front of him and said.

"Crazy." The drunken man raised his head and looked at Su Che for a few times, then lowered his head and squeezed past Su Che, found a random position, squinted his eyes and lay down. After a while, there was a loud snoring sound.

Su Che shook his head, and walked to the aisle of the carriage. Fatty Qian said in a low voice, "President, what should we do next?"

"The ghost driver of this car is a weak chicken, or we..." Xiao Tiantian, who occupied two seats, stretched out her huge palm and slanted it on her neck, which meant it was self-evident.

Finding a place to sit down, putting the backpack on the seat beside him, Su Che pulled out Professor Yang's pointer, glanced at Xiao Tiantian, "Kill Master Li, will you help us drive?"

And Kuang Cheng was silently observing the man in the down jacket who yelled Leng, "President, he is not a human, but a ghost!"

"What about those two?" Su Che pointed to the two women sitting in the seats reserved for the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, An Donglin said gloomily, "One person and one ghost."

After the words were finished, Su Che suddenly stood up from his seat and walked towards the man in a down jacket who was shouting coldly. Sitting next to him, Su Che felt that this man was like a big lump of ice. The temperature around him was higher than that of the compartment. Other places in the interior were at least ten degrees lower, and wisps of white air-conditioning emerged from the man's head.

"Big brother, what's your name?" Su Che held a pointer in one hand and a butcher's knife in the other, and turned his head to look at this man with unkind eyes.

He seemed to be frightened, and he was stunned for a long time before replying weakly, "Chu...Chu Changrong, brother, are you going to rob? I don't have a dime on me."

"Really!" In order to verify the authenticity of what he said, he deliberately turned all the pockets of his clothes inside out, leaving them empty.

Chapter 150 Five Passengers Today... Not a Lot

After being stared at by Su Che for a long time, Chu Changrong tightened the collar of his down jacket, coughing tremblingly all over his body.

"Aren't you hot in such thick clothes? It's summer at the end of July, and you're not like me, carrying a portable air conditioner with you."

Chu Changrong turned his head, with deep fear hidden in his eyes, "Cold, I'm so cold."

His voice was irritable and flustered, and dense cold sweat oozed from his forehead, but before it left his forehead, he was frozen into ice beads by the extremely low temperature and landed on the down jacket.

"Big brother, there is something wrong with you, I'm a doctor..." Su Che looked at Chu Changrong, and said very seriously, "I can tell at a glance that you are sick, and it's not serious!"

After being silent for a while, Chu Changrong was still shivering. He put his hands in front of his mouth and exhaled cold air, which turned his hands blue and purple from the cold, as hard as ice.

Su Che doesn't know much about the ghost bus No. 714 at present. None of the passengers who disappeared and died with the No. 714 bus ten years ago are not on the bus tonight, so he intends to get news from the passengers on this bus.

As for Chu Changrong, the ghost who boarded the train from a place other than Jiangdu Garden Station, although it looked strange, it might know some news that Su Che had never heard of.

Chu Changrong sat obediently on the seat, carefully looking at the butcher knife in Su Che's hand and the flickering Professor Yang's whip, and leaned his whole body towards the car window. To him, the feeling Su Che gave him , more dangerous than all the other passengers on this train.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and it has a tendency to turn into a torrential rain. Raindrops the size of soybeans are constantly beating on the car windows. The buildings on both sides can no longer be seen clearly, and the surrounding area is dark. The direction and destination of this trip are unknown. The ghost bus is like a solitary boat floating in a stormy sea.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became quiet. The two women sitting in the seats for the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled turned their heads sideways and listened secretly to the conversation between Su Che and Chu Changrong. Zhiwen drove the car silently.

"I..." Chu Changrong put his hands hard from cold on his knees, and suddenly asked Su Che in a low voice timidly, "Am I really sick?"

Su Che nodded solemnly with a straight face.

Rubbing his hands a little awkwardly, Chu Changrong said weakly, "Brother, I don't have money to see a doctor."

"No money, free of charge." The corner of Su Che's mouth twitched, showing a gentle smile in Chu Changrong's sight, "Tell me about your symptoms."

"I feel cold all over, very cold, very cold, just like when I used to pick up the goods from the freezer in the supermarket, the cold pierced my skin, froze my body, drilled into my bones, it was so cold. .....I'm really cold..." Chu Changrong seemed to have not communicated with anyone for a long time, and he spoke very slowly.

"Cold storage? You used to work in a supermarket?"

"Yes, I'm an unloading employee of the supermarket." Chu Changrong emphasized the words "unloading employee", with a look of nostalgia in his eyes, as if he remembered something that made him unforgettable.

"The work is tiring, but also very fulfilling. A rural person like me who has no education to work in the city finds a job to support himself. It is very lucky to save a little money every month and send it home." Chu Changrong's voice was very low Not in a good mood.

Su Che listened attentively, "Then how did you get your illness?"

Unable to hold his chest and tremble, Chu Changrong continued, "About a month ago at night, the supermarket was closed. Most of you may not know that our work only started after the supermarket closed. The vehicles for delivering goods stopped. In front of the warehouse, we moved the goods up and down like worker ants. The frozen products in the cold storage in the warehouse were sold out, and the goods pulled by the truck needed to be put into the cold storage.”