All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Seeing the hanging lock, Yang Xuming was stunned for a moment.

Take a step back subconsciously.

Depend on……

Although it has long been known that the group of flower growers can enter and exit the air-raid shelter every week, this air-raid shelter is certainly not difficult to enter.

But even the entrance lock is broken, isn't it possible for anyone to get in?

And the things inside can also come out casually?

emmmmm...

Yang Xuming took a deep look at the air-raid shelter, did not approach casually, turned and left.

He dialed Ying Sixue's phone.

"Miss Ying, I have a question for you."

Yang Xuming said, "If you want to understand the internal structure of a place, but don't want to go in personally, what can you do?"

This girl is so smart and witty, Yang Xuming wants to ask if the other party has any good suggestions.

After all, it wasn't that the little fairy hadn't returned him for a long time, and she probably couldn't ask her mother for information on the structure of the air-raid shelter.

Yang Xuming seems to have to rely on himself now.

Ying Sixue thought for a few seconds and said, “If the place is spacious enough and the space is large enough, you can buy a drone to put it in. With a camera and a computer, you can observe the internal structure scene in real time through the camera. "

"Then what if that place is dark?" Yang Xuming asked.

"It's enough to pair it with a night vision camera, it's very simple."

"Then the problem is here," Yang Xuming scratched his head, "Where can Liupanshui buy the equipment you mentioned?"

Ying Sixue chuckled lightly, "I have it in my house...Mr. Yang, do you need it? I can deliver it to your door now, and do it for you for free."

"...You deserve to be the eldest lady," Yang Xuming said with emotion, "I think your home is like a treasure house... Okay, if I need it, I will ask you for help."

The reason why Ying Sixue was not asked to send the drone over right away was because it was getting dark now.

Yang Xuming looked at the sky and decided to leave the gloomy place of the air-raid shelter temporarily, and go back to see Fan Zhigang again.

That guy asked him to go back at night, maybe he could get some important information from this hunchback.

"The Record of Life and Death" has no further guidance, and Yang Xuming does not want to provoke the contents of the air-raid shelter for the time being.

Leaving Zhongshan, Yang Xuming randomly found a place for dinner.

Seeing the sky getting darker, he didn't worry, sitting in the empty stadium watching the sky getting darker, silently waiting for the time to become later.

It wasn't until the city lights were dazzling and the night sky turned black that Yang Xuming stood up.

Carrying his huge wooden box, Yang Xuming returned to Gongyuan Road.

This time, without asking for directions, Yang Xuming was able to walk through the streets and alleys with ease, and returned to the tiled house of Fan Zhigang's house.

Under the night sky, this residential area is very quiet.

The completely dark road, exuding a faint smell of garbage, is almost unattended.

At the door of Fan Zhigang's house, it was even more stinking.

A lot of **** was piled on the side of the road, exuding a frowning stench.

The several cement bungalows nearby are very low, with only one floor, and the door frames and exterior walls are also in tatters.

This small area should be a slum area without a doubt.

Unless the residents living here can wait until the demolition, otherwise such a life will continue for a long time.

Yang Xuming stood outside the door of Fan Zhigang's house, thought for a while, didn't knock on the door directly.

He knocked and walked over, and began to walk quietly around the wooden exterior wall of the tiled house, trying to eavesdrop on the sound inside the tiled house.

But the tiled house was very quiet, even dark, with no light coming out at all.

Quiet and silent as an abandoned old house.

Yang Xuming walked around the tiled house until he got behind the house on the right, only to see a little light coming out through the cracks in the wall of the wooden house.

Yang Xuming's footsteps became even lower.

He slowly leaned in, and quietly approached the gap.

The eyes, silently, came to the back of the gap.

The scene inside the house greeted Yang Xuming's ears.

He smelled a strange fishy smell.

In the room, the dim yellow light painted everything with a strange dark yellow light.

The hunchback named Fan Zhigang was sitting in this secluded room with his back facing Yang Xuming.

In front of Fan Zhigang, there was a pot.

He was holding the spoon, carefully stirring the contents of the pot.

The strange stench came from this pot.

"It's delicious..."

Behind a house across the door, Yang Xuming overheard the hunchback murmured, "Mum and Dad’s rice noodles are very delicious..."

Yang Xuming's heart was slightly cold.

Mom and Dad...Didn't this guy's parents died prematurely?

Did he come back as a ghost?

Yang Xuming stared at the hunched back, wanting to hear more.

But this hunchback was just repeating the same sentence like a repeater, constantly stirring the contents of the pot.

Because of the angle, Yang Xuming couldn't see what was in the pot.

But this guy said the rice noodles are delicious while stirring...Is the rice noodles stirring in the pot?

He squatted there, did not continue to move, but stared straight at the humpback figure, waiting for the other party's next move.

He didn't believe that this guy could sit here and stir all night.

Sure enough, Yang Xuming waited for a while, finally his hunchback stopped stirring the contents of the pot.

He put down the spoon and scratched his back with difficulty.

But this is a simple movement for ordinary people, but it is somewhat difficult for his deformed hunchback.

He stretched out his hand hard for a long time, but he couldn't reach the raised hump.

Fan Zhigang's mouth let out an uncomfortable gasp.

"Huh...huh..."

After breathing hard for several breaths, this guy's uncomfortable cry rang out in the room.

"Itchy!"

He jumped up and leaned towards Yang Xuming abruptly.

Yang Xuming hurriedly backed away, only to see that the gap in the wall was blocked, and the sound of his body rubbing against the wooden board came from the room.

It seems that this guy can't reach his back with his hands, so he can only scratch it in this way?

Slightly miserable...

After Yang Xuming waited for Fan Zhigang to leave the wall, he returned to the gap, peering silently at the scene inside the house.

But after scratching the itch, Fan Zhigang directly bent down and picked up the pot on the floor and left.

It seemed that he was in a good mood and walked out of the room with the pot humming a little tune.

With the sound of the rope, the light in this room went out.

Yang Xuming walked around the house and could not find a gap for peeping anymore, so he had no choice but to return to the front door.

Knocked on the door.

Fan Zhigang's indifferent voice came from the room.

"Who?"

Yang Xuming cleared his throat and said, "It's me, the reporter during the day."

There was a sudden silence in the room, and then the door was quickly opened.

A smiling Fan Zhigang appeared in front of Yang Xuming, "Major reporter, you are finally back."

He happily grabbed Yang Xuming's arm, like a kid eager to share her baby with others, and said excitedly, "I have cooked lamb, and I can eat lamb powder tonight! Very delicious!"

PS: There will be more later

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Introduction:

What is the primary form of weapons?

Knives, guns, swords and halberds, axe, hook and fork

What is the intermediate form of the weapon?

Ship mother figure, heroic spirit

What is the advanced form of the weapon?

Lin Shou smiled slightly, turned around and wrote a formula on the blackboard: E=mc^2