All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

After swaying twice near the rock wall that was nearly ninety degrees vertical to the ground, Yang Xuming finally confirmed that there was indeed no way to go up here.

In other words, all the mountain walls facing the park road have been flattened to build buildings and roads.

There is no way to go from here.

But Yang Xuming thought about it carefully, and vaguely remembered that Wang Zhen said that there were two entrances to the air-raid shelter.

I just don't know where the other entrance is.

Yang Xuming asked several households nearby, asking about the survivors of the murder five years ago.

"Well, uncle, I am a reporter, and our TV station is planning to do a program recently."

"I heard that all homicides occurred in this Zhongshan air-raid shelter five years ago? The victim is an old couple, and the murderer has not been found yet?"

"I wonder if you can show me the way? I want to interview the children of the old couple and learn more about what happened five years ago."

Yang Xuming asked a few local people politely at first, but no one paid any attention to him.

Then he suddenly had an idea, pretending to be a reporter, and found an uncle passing by.

When the uncle heard that he was a reporter, he immediately enthusiastically guided Yang Xuming the way.

He even took Yang Xuming to walk around the low and shabby alleys, leading him directly to his destination.

"This is Fan Minggang's house."

The uncle took Yang Xuming to a crooked tile house, and said, pointing to this old tile house with a sense of time.

When the two came, a hunched man just walked out of the gloomy and dark tiled house and poured water into the door.

Seeing the two people standing outside the door, the hunched man was slightly startled.

The uncle said, "Fan Minggang, this is a big reporter from Hunan. He wants to interview you and ask about things five years ago."

"Didn't the police always find the murderer? Maybe you post the incident, and the group of plaintiffs will be motivated to solve the case."

The uncle seems to be very dissatisfied with the civil servants in the system.

Humpback glanced at these two people and shook his head.

"I don't want to accept any interviews, Uncle Luo, you can take this guy away."

The man named Fan Zhigang gave people a very gloomy feeling.

Yang Xuming looked at the hunchback and frowned slightly.

It seems that this man is not very happy.

He was wearing shabby clothes, dirty, and seemed to have not been washed for a long time.

There is already an extra layer of shiny patina on the cloth on the surface of the clothes.

Because of his hunchback, his body was completely crouched, and a large bulge was slanted on his back.

His fingers are thin and slender, like bird claws.

The rough skin is full of cracks and dirt, and the nails are covered with black mud.

His hair is very long, draped in a mess, falling down on both sides of his head, like a pile of dried thatch.

Even if the two sides are separated by several meters, Yang Xuming can clearly smell the strange smell of the other party who doesn't take a shower or wash clothes all the year round.

Yang Xuming was a little confused.

There are very few men with long hair these days. Is this guy with such long hair a certain national custom? Or is it too lazy to take care of it alone?

With a smile on Yang Xuming's face, he took two steps forward.

"Mr. Fan, I hope you can help. Our interview will be published in the newspaper in the future. It will be used as a show about crimes and supernatural incidents, which may bring a turn for your parents' case."

Looking at him indifferently, he turned around and walked directly into the house.

Yang Xuming has a headache.

What excuse should I make to approach him?

As a result, the old man beside him spoke up.

"Xiao Yang, if you accept your interview, will you be rich?"

As soon as the old man said these words, his hunchback stopped.

Yang Xuming saw this reaction and quickly said, “Yes, yes, some. According to the content of the interview, we will give the interviewee a certain amount of financial compensation, ranging from three to five hundred to several thousand. The money is definitely some."

After Yang Xuming said these words, the hunchback finally turned around.

He glanced at Yang Xuming coldly and said, "You can come in alone."

After speaking, the hunchback pushed open the crooked wooden door and walked directly into the room.

After Yang Xuming thanked the enthusiastic uncle, he quickly followed in.

The tiled house where Fan Zhigang lives is the kind of wooden house from the old times.

Except for the black tiles on the eaves, all the structures of the house are pure wood.

The walls, gates, beams... all the structures are made of wood, without any cement processing.

After entering the house, the floor was still muddy, and there was no cement.

Yang Xuming hasn't seen this kind of tiled house from the old age for many years.

From this point of view, the family's life should be very difficult.

However, this Fan Zhigang does not seem to be very old, but he has such a sloppy life. What does he usually do at home?

Yang Xuming was a little curious.

The wooden and tiled houses on this side of Guizhou are all in the middle of the main hall, with partial houses on both sides.

Fan Zhigang led Yang Xuming into the side room on the left.

There is some ventilation in the tiled house, and the light is dark, even in the daytime, it looks gloomy and dark.

Fan Zhigang touched the wall with his skinny fingers, and pulled the cord that turned on the light.

Snapped--

In the side room, a small dim light was lit.

Yang Xuming could barely see the environment of the small house in front of him.

Above the head, there is a ceiling paved with yellow bamboo one by one.

Under the feet, there is hard soil.

As Fan Zhigang closed the crooked wooden door and stood in this gloomy and dark room, Yang Xuming seemed to have gone from day to night in an instant.

This side house is not large, with an area of ​​less than ten square meters.

An earthen stove was built with mud bricks in the center, burning coal and exuding a pungent smell of carbon monoxide.

There are not many things in the side room, three wooden chairs, a tattered sofa that I did not know, and a small square table.

The whole room exudes a faint stinky smell, which is exactly the same as the smell on Fan Zhigang's body.

This guy's personal hygiene is really... hard to say.

Yang Xuming didn't dare to sit on that tattered little sofa.

Because the rotten smell from that sofa is more serious.

He casually took a wooden chair and sat down in front of Fan Zhigang.

Under the dim light, Fan Zhigang's eyes dodged a little, and he dared not look directly into Yang Xuming's eyes.

He lowered his head, looked at the dirt on the ground, and asked in a low voice, "Really...Is there really money?"

Yang Xuming nodded again and again, "Yes, I will pay you as soon as the interview is over. Or I will give you a deposit now."

Yang Xuming took out two red 100 yuan and handed them to Fan Zhigang.

"This is a deposit. Later, based on the level of detail of the information you provide, we will pay you the balance of the same price."