All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Three hours later, the hospital.

Emergency room.

Yang Xuming lowered his head and sat quietly on the chair outside the emergency room without saying a word.

The heavy wooden box leaned against the wall and stood beside him, quietly guarding him.

Several police officers in uniforms are communicating with doctors.

After a few seconds, Wang Zhen walked out.

He glanced at Yang Xuming and said, "Boy, what's the matter with you?"

Yang Xuming raised his head, revealing a dull and indifferent face.

However, Wang Zhen opened the cigarette case as if he hadn't seen it, and took out a cigarette.

Smoke and light the fire.

He took a deep breath of cigarette, then slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

Wang Zhen said indifferently, "Go to death every day, and finally something went wrong... Let's talk about it, what's the matter, you two will go to Zhongshan early in the morning before it's light? What do you guys do not enter that air raid shelter? Bar?"

Yang Xuming looked at Wang Zhen and was silent for a few seconds.

Then he asked, "Brother Wang, what is the cause of Fan Zhigang's death?"

Wang Zhen glanced at him, "You sent the deceased, didn't the doctor tell you?"

Yang Xuming shook his head, "I am not an immediate family member, they would not tell me."

Wang Zhen shrugged, "I don't know, in fact, even the doctors don't know. They just checked it out and found that all the internal organs in this child's body have shrunk and dried up."

"According to common sense, people with this degree of viscera depletion can no longer sustain life activities."

"As a result, this child has survived until today...it is a medical miracle."

Listening to Wang Zhen's narration, Yang Xuming said nothing.

Wang Zhen took another cigarette and said, "Okay, I'll tell you what you want to know. Now it's time for you to answer my question?"

"Let's go, why did this kid die? It was really just an accident? Why did you two go near Zhongshan before dawn? Did you really enter that air-raid shelter?"

As soon as Yang Xuming looked up, he saw Wang Zhen staring at him with sharp eyes.

This policeman who has been a police officer for more than 20 years finally revealed the aura of a professional criminal police officer this time.

But unfortunately, Yang Xuming just stared at him stupidly and shook his head calmly.

"No, we just passed there. I accompany the child in morning exercises, but he suddenly became ill. I don't know what's going on."

The two looked at each other for a while, Wang Zhen's expressions were cold and sharp.

But Yang Xuming had a calm face, but his eyes seemed to be dead, dull.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Wang Zhen withdrew the expression of interrogating the prisoner. His shoulders collapsed, and he turned into that foolish look again.

He exhaled a smoke ring and said, "The look in your eyes reminds me of a regular customer in our police station. An old man named Liu Sheng."

"The old man is also a foreigner, but he is from Guangdong. He has lived in Liupanshui for decades and has a good relationship with the little girls on Gongyuan Road. He went to Gongyuan Road to help the poor in three days."

"Every time we go to raid, we can catch him."

"Of course, there are times when that guy will meet us on occasions that shouldn't be there."

"For example, the scene where a certain murderer was arrested. Like you, he occasionally provides us with clues to criminal cases."

"Although the old man always has a hippy smile, if you look closely, you can see that the old man's eyes are similar to what you were just now."

Wang Zhen took a deep breath and said, "So what have you encountered? Don't tell me that nothing really happened."

Yang Xuming was startled, "Liu Sheng... how did he die?"

Wang Zhen squinted at him, "How do you know that Liu Sheng is dead? Do you still know that old man? I remember that old man has no relatives and no reason, only one distant relative is in Liupanshui... Do you know him?"

Yang Xuming hesitated for a few seconds and nodded, "He is a good friend of my dad, although I haven't seen him for many years. But I heard that he died seven years ago, but I don't know how he died."

Wang Zhen shrugged, "I don't know, that guy died inexplicably. It's been a long time since I saw that guy go to Park Road. I checked it a little bit and found out that this guy was dead."

Yang Xuming is not talking anymore.

Looking at him like this, Wang Zhen shook his head helplessly.

"Alright, depending on how you look like you're going to die or not, I guess you can't ask anything...Old Qin, take this guy back to the game to make a transcript, and then just let him go."

"I'll look for him later if I have something to do."

Wang Zhenchao yelled not far away, and a policeman came over and planned to take Yang Xuming away.

Before leaving, Yang Xuming suddenly asked Wang Zhen.

"Brother Wang, what will happen to this child next?"

Wang Zhen glanced at him and said, "Notify the family and see if any relatives are willing to come. If no one is in charge, then it is estimated that they will be sent directly to the funeral home for cremation."

"Occasionally, there will be such dead people who no one wants to take care of. Don't worry, we will act according to the rules. We promise that we won't let them go into the wilderness."

Yang Xuming nodded, did not speak any more, and followed the policeman named Lao Qin.

He stayed in the city council for a long time and was asked many questions.

Did not leave until the afternoon.

Dragging his tired body, Yang Xuming returned to the rental house alone.

Looking at the empty and deserted room in front of him, he was silent for a long time.

Then, he walked into the living room, sat down on the sofa, and pulled out "The Record of Life and Death."

I saw only a few big red letters on the blank page of the third page.

[During element derivation, please wait...]

Yang Xuming took out a gel pen and wrote below-How did the uncle die? What is his identity?

Then Yang Xuming began to wait.

Ten seconds passed, and the "Record of Life and Death" remained unchanged.

Three minutes passed, and there was still no change in the text on the page.

Yang Xuming waited patiently for five minutes, but "The Record of Life and Death" still did not answer his question.

He did not get angry, and continued to write below-why can the uncle suppress the ghost in the air-raid shelter? Don’t you say that only a ghost can deal with a ghost? Could it be that Uncle Sheng himself is a fierce ghost living in the world?

This time, "The Record of Life and Death" finally answered him.

All the text above faded away, and new blood-colored text emerged.

[Liu Sheng is not a ghost]

Seeing this answer, Yang Xuming raised his eyebrows.

This broken book acquiesced that the ghost in the air-raid shelter was indeed suppressed by the uncle?

He wrote again—then the uncle, as a living person, why is he so powerful? How did he do it?

This time, "The Record of Life and Death" was silent for a long time.

This book finally answered Yang Xuming when Yang Xuming was almost unable to wait and planned to write a line of words.

[What do you want to ask...]

Yang Xuming wrote directly on the page: How can I gain the power to deal with ghosts? I mean the real ability to deal with ghosts, rather than being driven to the ground by ghosts with a sword!