No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

The words are divided into two ends at the same time.

Tick, tick.

The sound of water droplets falling to the ground was extremely clear in the extremely quiet corridor.

Chen Ruiguang held the gun with one hand. He was very sure that the two shots he fired just now must have hit the water ghost that appeared in front of him and choked and drowned. The special bullets provided by Su Che are loaded in the form of alternating intervals.

Even though the [-] rounds of special bullets provided by Su Che seemed like a lot, but after handing in some of them for Dongjiang Guoan’s research, and after each person divided a portion, there were only less than fifty rounds left in Chen Ruiguang’s hands. This kind of life-saving It's better to save some things.

With two consecutive shots at close range, Chen Ruiguang had already sentenced the water ghost that choked and drowned in front of him to death, but the sound of water ticking in his ears reminded Chen Ruiguang all the time that there were still people around him. Ghost, probably more than one.

All the lights in the corridor were extinguished, and the entire corridor was plunged into darkness.

The darkness is extremely dense, occasionally there is the sound of electric current, and the short-circuited wires flicker with slight electric sparks, and you can't see your fingers.

Taking out the phone with one hand and turning on the flash, Chen Ruiguang suddenly found that the environment he was in was not the original corridor, but an old toilet.

The muzzle of the gun pointed forward, interlaced with the flashing lights of the mobile phone, Chen Ruiguang put all his energy into dealing with the ghosts that might appear at any time.

After the trip to Nanfeng, Chen Ruiguang obtained a lot of information about ghosts from Zhao Tailai, and Su Che provided a special bullet that can kill ghosts with one shot, so Chen Ruiguang is not too panicked now.

"Just treat the ghost as a vicious criminal." Chen Ruiguang hypnotized himself like this in his heart.

tick tock...

tick tock...

tick tock...

The ticking sound of water drops sounded from behind, and Chen Ruiguang turned around abruptly, the bright flashing light became a little cold, shining on the sink, showing a strange green color, and drops of scarlet and smelly blood dripped down from the faucet , with a thud, fell on the yellowed sink, splashing bloody flowers, eerie.

Holding his breath, Chen Ruiguang walked slowly to the sink, staring at the stinky blood dripping from the faucet.

He stepped forward and turned on the faucet, and the smelly blood sprayed out wildly. Not only that, fine black hairs also sprayed out from the faucet.

The fine black hair blocked the drain of the sink, and in a short while, the smelly blood filled the sink and flowed out.

The flash light in Chen Ruiguang's hand flickered again, and the cold green light became more gloomy. Through the light of the flash light of the mobile phone, in front of the sink full of blood, a tall human figure blurred the blood flowing from the sink. The blood crawled out, appearing in the cold green light.

bang bang.

Pulling the trigger quickly, two thunderous gunshots sounded, and the flames from the muzzle lit up the entire toilet, and the tall humanoid silhouette that had not yet condensed into shape was directly shot dead by Chen Ruiguang with two shots.

Ga...

An especially penetrating sound of the wooden door turning echoed in the dark toilet. Turning around again, Chen Ruiguang saw a pale arm dripping with corpse oil protruding from the dark toilet cubicle. Push the door open on the wooden door of the compartment.

The next moment, another pale hand stretched out from the darkness and put it on Chen Ruiguang's shoulder. The blistered palm squeezed out the foul-smelling corpse fluid, and strangled Chen Ruiguang coldly and stiffly.

A terrifying force erupted from the soaked palm, pushing and pulling Chen Ruiguang to the toilet cubicle where his pale arm was dripping with corpse oil.

Chen Ruiguang was startled. He felt that his entire shoulder that was pinched had lost all feeling, as if it had been frozen. The bone-piercing chill came from the pale palm on his shoulder, covering his whole body, as if it was going to freeze all the blood in his body. stiff.

"I, Chen Ruiguang, am the tiger of Jiangcheng's serious crime team. You two ghosts want to kill me too?"

The frozen shoulders trembled violently. Chen Ruiguang gritted his teeth, bent his elbows, pressed the muzzle of the gun against the cavity between his shoulder blade and arm, and pulled the trigger.

boom.

There was a shrill scream full of resentment and hatred from behind. From the corner of his eye, Chen Ruiguang caught a glimpse of a hideous and terrifying ghost running away from behind him and disappeared. Looking at the toilet cubicle with his pale arm outstretched, he emptied the last two bullets in the magazine.

Seeing the foul-smelling corpse fluid flowing out of the toilet cubicle, Chen Ruiguang panted heavily to change the magazine, and the darkness in front of him receded like a tide.

The cold and green light flickered violently, the flash of the mobile phone returned to normal, and the severe pain from the shoulder blades enveloped all his senses.

But at this time it was far from being able to relax. As soon as Chen Ruiguang changed the magazine, he saw not far from him, Zhao Tailai's bloody hands were severed by a red-clothed ghost. It was torn off abruptly and blended into the red clothes on it.

"Run away, it's the red-clothed ghost of bus No. 714, take advantage of its spooky beast not opening, and go to Dongjiang Guoan Special Service Department [-] of the Third People's Hospital for help, I am not the opponent of this red-clothed ghost, I can only drag Hold it for a few minutes, hurry up!"

Zhao Tailai's face was like gold paper, his skin became shriveled and reddened to the extent visible to the naked eye, traces of scarlet blood continued to emerge from his blood vessels, and spread rapidly along his severed arms, a pair of fleshy tendons A bloody hand made of membranes appeared on his hand.

Chapter 160 Where is my car?

Pushing away the thick fog that shrouded his eyes, Chen Ruiguang was running wildly in the police building where he could not see his fingers.

Pools of blood flowed out from the wound on the scapula pierced by bullets, soaking the entire shoulder, and bursts of severe pain were continuously transmitted from the wound to the brain, arousing Chen Ruiguang's pain-sensing nerves.

At this time, Chen Ruiguang's condition was very poor, he could not feel the slightest bit of sensation on the shoulder pinched by the pale palm, and the slightest bit of icy chill spread all over his body.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, and Zhao Tailai's suppressed pain groaned intermittently from the depths of the dense fog. Chen Ruiguang skillfully found the way to the outside of the police building in the invisible corridor by virtue of his memory.

Feeling the wall of the stairwell, Chen Ruiguang walked straight forward, straight forward.

"What's wrong, I've gone down six flights of stairs, why do I still seem to be spinning in circles?" Biting the tip of his tongue, the sharp pain immediately woke up Chen Ruiguang's blood-losing and chaotic mind.

He shone the flash of his mobile phone on the wall, and there were streaks of blood on it, all of which he scraped out with the blood that hadn't coagulated from his shoulder.

Chen Ruiguang realized instantly, "Did I hit a wall?"

"Zhao Tailai didn't seem to tell me what to do when a ghost hits the wall. It's over." The thinking of the brain froze for a moment, and Chen Ruiguang was a little dumbfounded.

Bite the bullet and continue walking down, the dull footsteps echoed in the foggy stairwell, when Chen Ruiguang came back to his senses, he found himself walking back to the original place.

The low temperature brought about by massive blood loss is eroding Chen Ruiguang's nerve response, the sweet smell of blood in the air is almost gone, and it is completely occupied by the rotten smell of rotten fish and shrimp. Chen Ruiguang knows that this is a sign that Zhao Tailai is gradually failing.

If Zhao Tailai was killed by a red-clothed ghost on the 714 bus, and the ghosts enveloped the police building of the Chengxi Detachment, the consequences would be beyond Chen Ruiguang's imagination.

clack.

clack.

I don't know if it was Chen Ruiguang's delusion, but in the stairwell shrouded in mist where he couldn't see his fingers, he heard faint footsteps of someone walking.

"Is it a ghost?" Chen Ruiguang clenched the handle of the gun, put his index finger on the trigger and pointed in the direction of the footsteps.

A faint candle flame appeared in the mist. Although the cluster of flames was only the size of a fingertip, it was like strong grass in the strong wind. The lamp flickered, but it shone brightly tenaciously, dispelling the thick and dark fog.

Then, the figures of Su Che and Zhao Xu appeared in Chen Ruiguang's sight.

To be honest, Su Che had long seen Chen Ruiguang walking up and down the stairwell leaning against the wall, and whenever he was about to reach the stairs, he would suddenly turn around and walk back to the original place, and then Go in the direction of the stairs going downstairs, and so on.

The pure white painted wall was almost covered with blood from Chen Ruiguang's shoulder. Su Che was very interested in observing the state of the person caught in the wall from the perspective of a bystander.

After Chen Ruiguang's personal verification, Su Che discovered that the so-called ghost hitting the wall was just a trick to create hallucinations. He led Zhao Xu silently to a ghost passenger who was huddled in the corner of the stairwell.

He slapped the ghost passenger's wet head with a slap, making it dizzy, "What are you doing scumbag here?"

The ghost passenger who huddled around the corner of the stairwell and played with Chen Ruiguang obviously didn't notice Su Che who suddenly appeared behind it. After being slapped on the wet head by Su Che, it turned its head eeriely, and its spine made a crackling sound. With a sound, Su Che's face slowly appeared in its cloudy eyes.

what......

Some doubts flickered in the irrational eyes, and it found that Su Che looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

Then, the image of Su Che chopping off Li Zhiwen's hands with a mahogany sword instantly appeared in his mind filled with hatred and resentment.

Heck.

It's that horrible man!

Sitting at the front door of the No. 714 bus at that time, it really felt the horror brought by the consecrated mahogany sword, and the severed hands of the ghost driver Li Zhiwen even fell from the front of the bus.

If the ghost on the bus had the deepest fear of Su Che, besides the ghost driver Li Zhiwen, it was the second one.

The muddy river water flowed out from the seven orifices, it stared blankly at Su Che, and was so frightened that it was at a loss what to do.

In the next second, a butcher's knife entangled in blazing blue arcs was pulled out from Su Che's hand, the cold water-like blade made a sharp whistling, a soaked and rotten head shot up into the sky, and the corpse fluid mixed with river water and stinks Viscera gushed from its headless neck.

Chen Ruiguang held the painful wound on his shoulder and watched Su Che cut off the drowned water ghost's head with a single knife. His hanging heart finally let go, "Zhou... Comrade Zhou Tan, Lao Zhao is upstairs I was entangled by the red-clothed ghost on the 714 bus, he is not the opponent of the red-clothed one, go and save him!"

Before Su Che could reply, Zhao Xu, who was drenched from head to toe, walked up to Chen Ruiguang with a pale face, knelt down and quickly checked the bullet wound on Chen Ruiguang's shoulder.

Looking at the wound near Chen Ruiguang's shoulder blade and the wet handprint on his shoulder, Su Che could completely imagine what he had encountered. Pierce through his shoulder and kill the ghost behind him, Captain Chen is a ruthless man."

"No blood vessels were injured." Zhao Xu simply treated the wound on Chen Ruiguang's shoulder, and wiped off the liquid on his face, whether it was water or sweat.

The soft light from the paper lamp hanging on Su Che's backpack eased Chen Ruiguang's feeling of freezing cold, "Leave me alone, Lao Zhao can't hold it anymore, ghost... oh yes, yes Ghost creature, Lao Zhao said that once the red-clothed ghost creature opens, no one can escape from the whole building, Xiao Zhao, go to the Third People's Hospital and ask comrades from Dongjiang Guoan to help!"

Before he finished speaking, the misty mist dispersed by the paper lamp suddenly rolled and surged, and a roar that seemed to be from Zhao Tailai was transmitted to Su Che's ears, and the lingering bloody smell quickly spread from the misty mist.

The next moment, the wall of the police building, stained with blood from Chen Ruiguang's wound, disappeared from Su Che's eyes. When everyone recovered, a strange picture appeared in front of them.

The outline of the crooked building, the dark and winding road, the sound of rolling thunder in the sky, and the torrential rain.

The cold, silky raindrops fell on everyone's heads, a kind of coldness soaked into the bone marrow. Not far away, a straight street lamp stood beside the road. Under the dim street lamp, a black figure in a bloodshot woven shirt stood stiffly. Stand with your back to everyone.

Behind it, Zhao Tailai, whose whole body was red and his skin was torn apart, had scarlet hands all over his hands. Su Che looked over, and there seemed to be several holes in the blood-colored shirt on the red shirt.

The [-] or [-] criminal policemen who stayed at the police building in the middle of the night were all dragged into the ghost, and the remaining seven or eight ghost passengers stood in a dark corner where the streetlights could not reach, and pairs of malicious eyes looked from all directions. the crowd.

The flushed Zhao Tailai glanced at Chen Ruiguang standing in the crowd, with a frustrated expression on his face and despair in his eyes, "Captain Chen, it looks like we are going to die here today."

But soon, he saw Su Che standing behind Chen Ruiguang, wearing a shining paper lantern, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Enthusiastic citizen Mr. Su?" The despair in Zhao Tailai's eyes was swept away.

Under the dim street lights, the red-clothed specter still turned its back to everyone, and the voice of resentment and anger came out intermittently from its mouth, "Car...car...my car...where is it going? ......went?"

"Are you looking for bus No. 714?" Su Che squeezed out of the crowd, walked to the dim streetlight, looked at the red-clothed ghost with his back turned to him, and said enthusiastically to it, "It just so happens that I picked up a bus The bus, do you see if it belongs to you?"

Chapter 170 Come up, I'll return the car to you!

Seeing Su Che squeezed out from the crowd, Zhao Tailai was full of question marks.

Picked up bus 714?

If it weren't for the condensed bloody hands that had almost drained the blood in his body, he might spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Can the ghost bus be picked up casually?

He only thought that Su Che was joking, and the purpose was to annoy the red-clothed ghost, and to play some jaw-dropping tricks.

After all, in Nanfeng Town, Su Che had a criminal record, but soon Zhao Tailai was dumbfounded.

All I saw was that Su Che took out a black book from nowhere, he turned the pages, and a black mist filled the pages.

The tall bus showed its silhouette in the black fog. When the black fog dissipated completely and the rusty No. 714 bus stopped steadily on the side of the road, Su Che looked sincerely at the red-clothed ghost under the dim streetlight, " Take a look, is this the bus you are looking for?"

For a moment, the remaining ghost passengers and the red-clothed ghost all focused their attention on Su Che, looking at Su Che with eyes full of negative emotions. The heavy rain, the smell of fish, and the smell of corpses, accompanied by the gust of wind, slapped Su Che in bursts of thunder. On Che's face, the candlelight of the paper-made lantern flickered wildly.

"Is that right? You should answer!" Su Che gestured to Chen Ruiguang and Zhao Tailai, telling them to board the car.

The front door of the bus creaked open, Zhao Tailai frowned and took a look at the rusty and mossy No. 714 bus, boarded the bus from the front door without saying a word.

The uniformed ghost whose face was run over by the wheels turned his cap, and the face under the shadow was bloody and bloody. Zhao Tailai was startled by the burning anger in his eyes.