All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Yang Xuming's heart jumped sharply.

The resentment in Fan Zhigang's words and the gloomy sound in his voice made his scalp numb.

This sound is completely beyond the reach of normal ordinary people.

It's almost like the resentment anger of a ghost.

He looked at the hunchbacked young man in front of him in amazement, and found that the other person looked like a different person, full of eerie grievances.

It's almost like a ghost in the world.

Yang Xuming's hand was lowered silently, so that he could open the wooden box beside him at any time.

He continued to ask, "They...what do they mean? Did the murders that hurt your parents? Have you ever seen a murderer?"

Fan Zhigang was silent for a while.

Then, he raised his head and stared straight at Yang Xuming.

Said, "Reporter, do you want to eat noodles?"

Yang Xuming was stunned.

"Huh?" He had no idea that this guy would suddenly come up with such a strange sentence, "Eating fans?"

"Well, I have a lot of rice noodles at home," Fan Zhigang said, "It's delicious. Would you like to eat it together?"

Yang Xuming was a little confused, "This...no need...thank you, let's continue the interview. I'm not hungry."

What kind of fan does this guy eat for some reason?

Fan Zhigang shook his head.

"But I'm hungry, I want to eat noodles."

Fan Zhigang said, "If you don't eat noodles, you will starve to death."

With that, Fan Zhigang stood up.

He hunched over and walked to the corner next to him, picked up an iron pot, put the iron pot on the stove, and joined in.

Humpback looked at Yang Xuming with a strange look in his eyes.

"Do you really not eat it?" Fan Zhigang asked in a low voice, "My rice noodles are delicious."

Yang Xuming gave a dry smile and said, "No need, no, I have already eaten it when I came."

Fan Zhigang nodded, "Have you eaten? That's really a pity..."

He muttered to himself, "The rice noodles are delicious."

Yang Xuming could only smile awkwardly, "I will come to eat next time I have time."

As soon as this remark came out, Fan Zhigang's eyes lit up slightly.

"Next time... When will you come to my house next time, reporter? My rice noodles are delicious."

"Uh... next time... wait until we finish the interview," Yang Xuming said perfunctorily. "Let's continue the interview first. What are they you just mentioned? Why can't the police find it?"

This question silenced the hunchback for a while.

Then, he raised his head again and looked at Yang Xuming.

Under the dry hair, Fan Zhigang's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like an anxious maniac.

"they……"

He squirmed his lips, repeating the name.

Then, the hunchback whispered in a hoarse voice, "They are the murderers who killed Mom and Dad. They are invisible monsters. They will come out after dark."

Humped staring at Yang Xuming and asked, "Reporter, do you want to see them?"

Yang Xuming's expression was slightly startled.

"They... come out after dark... Mr. Fan, they are monsters? What kind of monsters?"

"A monster is a monster..."

Fan Zhigang looked at the iron pan in front of him, and the water in it had already boiled.

Then he turned around and took out a small handful of dry rice noodles from the dirty wooden cabinet and threw it into the pot.

The pot is covered.

The sound of the flame roasting the bottom of the pot seemed a bit harsh in the gloomy tiled house.

Fan Zhigang said, "Reporter, do you want to see them?"

This weird hunchback repeated such words again.

Yang Xuming frowned, "Can you see it?"

"Well, you can see it," Fan Zhigang whispered, "If you come tonight, you can see it."

He looked behind him secretly, and then whispered.

"Come at night, I will treat you to rice noodles at night."

"My rice noodles are delicious."

After speaking, Fan Zhigang picked up a large bowl, opened the lid, and picked out all the rice noodles cooked in the pot.

Under the dim light, the rice noodles looked white and tender, full of elasticity, one after another.

Like... a strip of living maggots.

Yang Xuming's face turned blue, with some inexplicable nausea.

He had eaten a lot of rice noodles, but this nausea was the first time he appeared.

Fan Zhigang ignored Yang Xuming.

He turned around with his bowl, adding condiments to it.

Soon, he prepared a bowl of rice noodles with red chili oil floating in it, which seemed spicy even from a distance.

Only then did Fan Zhigang sit down with the bowl, his thin and slender fingers gripped the chopsticks tightly, and began to eat rice noodles.

"Reporter, do you really not eat?"

Holding this bowl of rice noodles filled with red oil, Fan Zhigang asked again, "My rice noodles are delicious."

Yang Xuming shook his head.

This bowl of rice noodles with red oil gave him a strange nausea.

The spicy red oil looks like a night's crimson blood soup, and the white and tender rice noodles are like white maggots tumbling in the blood.

This strange combination made him nauseous inexplicably.

However, Fan Zhigang ate very happily.

His rugged way of eating seemed to be eating the delicacies of the mountains and the sea, which was extremely delicious.

"It's delicious... it's delicious, my rice noodles are really delicious."

While eating, he whispered in a vague voice.

Then, Fan Zhigang looked at Yang Xuming in front of him and said.

"Reporter, come back tonight. You can eat rice noodles at night."

Yang Xuming said, "Then we can continue to talk about other things now... Mr. Fan, what do they look like?"

Fan Zhigang lowered his head, just eating rice noodles without answering Yang Xuming.

Yang Xuming asked again, "Are they dangerous? Since you know they killed your parents, why don't you tell the police?"

Chuckle--

Fan Zhigang still only lowered his head to eat rice noodles, and did not answer Yang Xuming's questions.

Yang Xuming was silent for a few seconds before asking again, "Mr. Fan, you are so afraid of those things... You must have seen them? Why didn't they kill you?"

Fan Zhigang ate the last rice noodles in one bite.

Then he crouched, stood up, and said, "I'm going to sleep."

Fan Zhigang stared straight at Yang Xuming, and said in a low voice, "Reporter, you go back to sleep, too."

"If you want to see them, you won't be able to sleep tonight."

This is obviously to drive Yang Xuming away.

Yang Xuming was silent for a few seconds and stood up.

"I can see them tonight... Mr. Fan, will you take me to see them?"

Yang Xuming hesitated and asked, "Are they dangerous? I won't die, am I?"

Fan Zhigang looked at him with a mouthful of yellow teeth, and smiled terribly.

"Don't be afraid, reporter."

He whispered hoarsely, "They... won't hurt you."

"They should like you very much..."

PS: There is one chapter left, but it may be very late. You don’t have to wait, let’s get up tomorrow morning.