All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

In Yang Xuming's heart, there are 10,000 grass and mud horses running wildly.

He did not expect such a result at all.

Outside the sky and the sky, Lang Lang Qiankun, he just wanted to come in and have a look, he didn't want to provoke anything at all.

But the candle ignited directly?

Yang Xuming shrank in the corner, staring in all directions nervously and in horror.

In the room in front of him, there was still no figure in sight.

On the white dressing table, everything remained the same as before, and there was no sudden addition of a girlfriend sitting there dressing up.

But Yang Xuming could feel that the temperature in the room was getting lower and lower.

In this eerie and weird atmosphere, it seems that he has returned to the bathroom when he asked the ghost last night...

Yang Xuming looked at the sky outside.

It was still the blue sky and white sun, and the sun even shone directly in and fell on Yang Xuming's body.

However, he did not feel any sense of security, nor any warmth.

The red candle in his hand was still burning slowly, and the beating flame seemed to mock him silently.

He remembered the first sentence of "Living and Death" to him.

[What you provoke is the scariest ghost in the legend. You have to think clearly, if you fail to resist it and anger it, you may die even worse! 】

The scariest ghost in the legend...

Yang Xuming originally thought that "The Record of Life and Death" was an adjective, but it turned out that he was just telling the truth?

Can you come out in broad daylight?

Yang Xuming looked at the empty room in front of him uncomfortably, thought for a moment, and blew it out forcefully, and directly blew out the red candle in his hand.

The world was quiet for a second.

…But the next second, the candle wick spontaneously ignites again out of thin air.

Don't doubt it, plum is in this room.

At least at the moment!

Yang Xuming rushed to the door and pulled the door handle forcefully.

But the door that is not locked cannot be pulled open, it seems that the door and the wall are completely together.

With the strength of Yang Xuming, a reckless man, he couldn't even shake this closed door.

Yang Xuming's face was a little pale.

In a daze, he felt a pair of cold hands pinch his neck from behind...

"This is where Yang Xuming lives."

Wang Zhen, who was wearing a police uniform, said this, introducing his colleagues behind him.

Then he raised his hand and knocked on the door of the room.

"Student Yang, are you there?"

Inside the house, there was no response.

Wang Zhen was a little strange, and knocked **** the door, "Student Yang?"

This time, a response finally came from the room.

There was a loud "bang", as if someone in the room was slamming the door.

The loud sound shocked Wang Zhen and the policewoman behind him.

The two policemen stepped back at the same time, watching the door in front of them vigilantly.

Immediately afterwards, a rush of footsteps sounded in the room, from far to near.

Finally, the anti-theft door was opened, and a pale Yang Xuming appeared at the door.

"Police... Comrade Police!"

Seeing the two policemen at the door, Yang Xuming, who was about eight meters tall, looked panicked, "My house is haunted!"

Both policemen were stunned for a second, and they both looked carefully at Yang Xuming in front of them.

Yang Xuming, who is 1.8 meters tall, looks like an iron tower. He has a very strong physique and even gives people a sense of oppression at close range.

But this one-meter-old man is now pale, with sunken eye sockets, and a haggard face. He looks like a long-term drug addict.

Had it not been for his physique really strong, without the frailty of an addict at all, the policewoman would have almost suspected that the witness we were looking for this time was an addict.

Wang Zhen, who knew Yang Xuming, was a little surprised.

"Student Yang? You..." He looked at the completely strange Yang Xu in front of him, and asked, "What's wrong with you? I haven't seen you for ten days, why did you become like this?"

Yang Xuming was panting for the rest of his life, and said nervously, "My girlfriend's ghost is in my room now! If it wasn't for the sound of your knocking on the door that scared it away, she would have strangled me to death. No! If you don't believe me, look at it!"

In order to strengthen his persuasiveness, Yang Xuming quickly raised his head and let the two policemen look at his neck.

There are indeed a few bruises on his neck.

However, after professional criminal policeman Wang Zhen glanced twice, he shook his head, "This bruise should have been left before yesterday. How could it have been left just now... Student Yang, have you missed your girlfriend too much and had a nightmare? "

Wang Zhen proposed a conjecture that is most realistic.

Of course, what he wants to say is actually what pranks you young people are playing? What a coincidence, you were entangled by a ghost just when we came to the door.

However, considering that Yang Xuming is a more important clue, he still gave Yang Xuming a step down.

Faced with the distrust of the two policemen, Yang Xuming did not make any excuses.

He turned around anxiously and glanced behind him.

In the direction behind him, the door of the room that once belonged to Li Zi slowly closed.

In a trance, there was a flash of red in the depths of the room...

Yang Xuming swallowed.

He glanced at the two policemen in front of him again.

Obviously, the two policemen did not see what happened behind him.

Otherwise, they would not look at Yang Xuming with the sympathetic eyes of the victim's family.

After Yang Xuming was silent for a few seconds, he sighed in frustration and said, "You guys come in first."

Yang Xuming let the two policemen into the house.

He understood that the two police officers didn't believe him at all.

Of course, this is normal.

Even if Yang Xuming had a nightmare for more than ten days in a row, and after the last night, he did have more bruises on his neck, and after the questioning of ghosts last night, he began to believe in the truth in the world. It's a ghost.

Now for nothing, if the two police officers really believe that his room is haunted, that would be a miracle.

Yang Xuming sat down in the living room with a frustrated expression.

Opposite, there are two policemen in police uniforms.

The red candle that was no longer burning was carefully put into his pocket.

As for plums, he probably understands.

Before the red candle burns out, Li Zi should really not take the initiative to kill him.

Otherwise, after sleeping in the bedroom for so long, he would have died countless times.

But correspondingly, he probably couldn't enter that room anymore.

Plum really lives in that room...

Yang Xuming felt a numb scalp when he thought of this.

He once felt very happy to have a gentle and lovely girlfriend.

But now he suddenly feels that being single is actually pretty good...

"Ahem... Brother Wang, what do you want me to do?"

Sitting across from the two policemen and serving a cup of hot water for each of them, Yang Xuming asked, "Could it be that Li Zi's case has made new progress?"

In fact, Yang Xuming now doesn't care much about Li Zi's case anymore.

After all, Li Zi now lives next door to him.

Besides, Li Zi also lived in this house with at least two ghosts.

Any of these things worries Yang Xuming more than the progress of Li Zi's case.

But with these two policemen, there seems to be nothing else to say.

So just use this as an opening remark.

Faced with Yang Xuming's question, Wang Zhen shook his head, "We are looking for you this time because it is related to another case."

With that said, Wang Zhen spread out the folder in his hand and took out a photo from it.

"Do you know this person?"

Wang Zhen handed over the photo.

Yang Xuming took it and looked at it and nodded, "This is a girl in our class. She lives in Liupanshui, but I don't know her very well... What's the matter?"

Wang Zhen thought for a while, then handed him another photo.

"Do you know this person above?"

After Yang Xuming took the photo, he was taken aback.

This is a photo of a hand.

The owner of the hand seemed dead, and the whole hand looked pale and stiff. The picture only intercepts this part of the hand, but the owner of the hand does not know who it is.

However, in that hand, he held a photo tightly.

Only one corner of the photo that was held into a ball was flat.

The flat corner just happened to be able to see a person's face.

It was the face of a smiling man.

Yang Xuming was stunned, "This... is this my photo?"

Wang Zhen glanced at him and handed him another photo.

The content of the photo is the photo that was clinched into a ball. It's just that it has been flattened at this time, and I can barely see the entire content of the photo.

It is indeed a picture of Yang Xuming.

Although the photo is crumpled, it can still be seen clearly. The background is the classroom where Yang Xuming is in class. Among the sitting students, the smiling Yang Xuming is talking quietly to the buddies next to him.

It seemed that some interesting topic had been mentioned, and both boys laughed happily.

Looking at this picture, Yang Xuming was a little confused.

Because it was the first time he saw this photo, he didn't know when it was taken.

Wang Zhen observed his reaction and said, "This photo is the only clue we found in a murder case."

"The girl with this photo is your classmate named Wu Zi, and her relatives and friends call her Xiaozi. She was killed three days ago and she held this photo tightly in her hand when she died."

"And on the night she was killed, she wrote a paragraph in her diary."

Wang Zhen looked at Yang Xuming and said, "I'm going to find him... This is the only sentence that girl wrote in the diary that day."

"Student Yang, did you see her that night?"

Yang Xuming glanced at the policewoman and found that the policewoman behind Wang Zhen was holding a camera to take pictures.

Obviously, this should be regarded as a case investigation?

But he is really unfamiliar with this girl!

Yang Xuming smiled helplessly, and said, "You may not believe me. Although I and this girl are in the same class, but the whole three years of university, the sum of the things we have said between us is less than five... I really told her I’m not familiar with it, and I don’t know why she has my picture in her hand."

"This photo is the first time I have seen her today. The girl has never looked for me, and I have never seen her. Really, Brother Wang, you have to believe me. I really haven't seen her. I don't know who she is. Why die, Brother Wang, you have to believe me."