All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Yang Xuming was a little dazed when he saw that Wang Zhen was so easy to see off the guests.

"It's over so easy?"

Wang Zhen rolled his eyes and said, "What do you think it is...This is a lost and found, not a transcript of the murder. What else do you want to do? Do you want to stay and rub the food of our unit?"

Yang Xuming looked around and asked, "Uh...actually, I wanted to ask the thief."

Yang Xuming took the phone, confirmed it was his one, signed it again, and continued to ask.

"Why did that thief die?"

Yang Xuming said while turning on the phone.

Wang Zhen shrugged, "How do I know? I'm not a forensic doctor... Don't mess with the brat, I don't know how many days this phone has been left, how could it still be charged."

"Do you think it has an unlimited battery? Even the previous Nokia, the battery can't last for a month, okay."

"If you want to play, go home to recharge and then play again."

Wang Zhen’s words made Yang Xuming give up the idea of ​​starting the machine.

Indeed, the battery of this phone has been exhausted.

"But Brother Wang, how do you know that this mobile phone is mine?" Yang Xuming was very curious, "Isn't my mobile phone dead and unable to turn on?"

Wang Zhen rolled his eyes, "You guys went to the police station to report the lost property information, did you forget?"

"And your phone has such obvious characteristics that an idiot can't recognize it."

Wang Zhen knocked on the table and said, "Look at the back of the phone, you'll know."

"Uh..." Yang Xuming turned the phone over and saw the back of it.

On the phone case, there is a picture of plums.

The mirror in the lens is sitting by the lake, quietly looking at the lake in the distance, the lens only captures a side face of her.

However, just such a side face is enough to make Yang Xuming's eyes sore.

For the first time, he discovered that the feeling of loss and resurrection turned out to be this way.

It was also the first time he discovered that it was just a picture of plum that made him so sad.

Wang Zhen said quickly, "Hey hey hey! Sir, please stop first..."

He said helplessly, "You're not going to cry next to my desk, do you? I was seen by others and thought I was doing you something wrong."

Yang Xuming's mood is much more cheerful after Wang Zhen's interrogation.

He smiled complicatedly and said, "It's okay, Brother Wang, even if I want to cry, I want to hold your thigh and cry, and then cry while calling the police to beat someone. I don't want to stand crying."

Wang Zhen glared at him speechlessly, "You unscrupulous brat... if you dare to do this, your brother Wang will show you what an iron fist against crime is."

Yang Xuming happily, feeling sad no longer.

He said, "Well, no nonsense, Brother Wang, how did the thief who stole my phone die? Any clues?"

Wang Zhen shrugged and said, "The forensic report hasn't come out yet, how do I know?"

"But at the moment it seems that the possibility of homicide is ruled out."

"According to the clues from the site investigation, the deceased should have died of self-harm."

"Well, this guy has come to the police station so many times, I didn't know it was such a pervert."

Wang Zhen said, "Judging from the video on the phone of the deceased found at the scene, he used a sharp fruit knife to stab his own meat."

"A ruthless man! He is really a ruthless man!"

"You didn't see his self-harm video, facing the camera, holding a fruit knife, cutting meat on yourself with a single knife."

"Every time, the cut is very fine and steady, and there is no shaking at all."

"In the beginning, it was cutting the skin, and then gradually cutting the flesh. In the end, the guy became a flesh-and-blood skeleton, and the flesh and skin were gone, but the eyeballs can actually move you to believe it."

Wang Zhen said in admiration, "Finally, he used a knife to gouge out his two eyes from the bird's nest, but he didn't even die, he was a great man."

"There are people in the game. That guy cut more than 500 knives in a pot without any tremors."

"While screaming and cutting yourself while cutting yourself, it's really cruel. Although it's not as good as the previous professional executioner who can cut a thousand times before cutting someone to death, it is already very fierce."

Wang Zhen said, "This is the top three cause of death among prisoners I have seen as a police officer. The degree of ferocity and curiosity can be ranked in the top three."

Wang Zhen's ridicule made Yang Xuming frown.

Cut yourself with a knife...and even cut so many knives...

Yang Xuming thinks that normal people shouldn't do this kind of thing or do this kind of thing.

Could it be plums...

Yang Xuming thought of another ghost in the house.

He had been curious about the identity of that ghost.

Could it be that the ghost is the thief who stole the phone?

"Brother Wang, can you show me that video?" Yang Xuming asked in a low voice, "I will look at it quietly, and I will never say it."

Wang Zhen glared at him, "What do you think? That's the internal video...want to watch? Yes, you can go to the police station and become a criminal police officer in our bureau. I'll show it to you."

Yang Xuming was a little helpless, "Be accommodating... Brother Wang, this matter is really important to me."

Wang Zhen let out a cry, "Every time I see the families of the prisoners, and the group of prisoners, they also say the same...please ask the police, this is really important to me."

Wang Zhen babbled and learned it again, then returned to his normal expression and gave Yang Xuming a stare.

"If I helped everyone who came to beg me, wouldn't I be a policeman?"

"Well... Then, Brother Wang, can you tell me any details that you can reveal?"

Yang Xuming tried to struggle.

Finally, when he left the city bureau, it was already time for lunch.

Yang Xuming still didn't get many useful clues from Wang Zhen.

After all, the case hasn't been finalized yet, and Wang Zhen can't reveal too much inside information to him.

Yang Xuming can only take his mobile phone and go home alone.

After taking a taxi back, Yang Xuming couldn't wait any longer.

He desperately wanted to open the phone to see if there were any text messages or calls from Li Zi that he had not received.

When I got home, I found the charging head of the phone and started charging.

Yang Xuming sat in the living room, waiting for the start of every second.

After finally waiting for ten minutes, Yang Xuming felt as long as a century.

Regardless of the fact that the mobile phone was not charged up at all, Yang Xuming hurriedly turned it on.

After the familiar boot interface and boot music passed, Yang Xuming waited for a few seconds, and the main page of the phone popped up.

Yang Xuming's mobile phone card was a bearer black card bought on the street for twenty yuan when he first came to Liupanshui to study.

It was for this reason that he couldn't even make up for the loss of his mobile phone card.

Now after turning on the phone, a lot of information popped up immediately.

Yang Xuming's scalp was tingling due to the dense numbers.