All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

After closing the door and returning to the house, Yang Xuming turned on the light in the living room.

I saw the pale pink diary on the floor of the living room devouring a corpse.

It's just that the corpse has been swallowed so that only one foot is still outside.

Finally, in Yang Xuming's speechless gaze, the diary book swallowed the blood-filled foot, leaving only a red embroidered shoe outside.

And after swallowing your feet, the diary actually shook, like a full hiccup?

Then the diary closed slowly, without any movement, lying quietly on the floor like an ordinary diary.

In this regard, Yang Xuming looked speechless.

It seems that Xiaozi is quite full tonight...

Seeing that the diary book completely swallowed half of the black shadow in the room, Yang Xuming didn't need to wipe out any criminal evidence.

Even if someone calls the police to investigate, there shouldn't be any evidence, right?

Yang Xuming walked over and picked up Xiao Zi's diary, then looked at the living room.

Well, everything is business as usual.

There is no blood on his face either. It seems that blood dripping on his face was just an illusion?

Yang Xuming walked around the living room, and finally turned on all the lights in the room.

Then he returned to the bedroom and clearly saw the mess on the bed.

The sheets and duvet cover had been torn into pieces of rags, and cotton wool was flying everywhere.

If Yang Xuming was lying here tonight, it would be him who was probably torn to pieces.

Standing in the mess of that place, Yang Xuming rubbed his eyebrows.

Headache.

Although the ghost was beaten away, he still had to clean up the **** in this place.

And the quilt was torn apart, and he didn't have the quilt to sleep tonight.

The summer night in Liupanshui is so low that if he goes to bed without a quilt, he will definitely catch a cold tomorrow morning.

It seems that I have to think differently tonight.

Yang Xuming walked around the bedroom with some headaches, and finally opened the curtains.

Under the cold moonlight, one can clearly see a blood-red handprint on the glass of the window.

It seems that some ghosts were actually taking pictures of windows just now?

But why didn't that guy come in?

They are all the ghosts enslaved by plums. Why are these two ghosts one in the house and the other outside?

emmmmm... Is it going to be flanked inside and out?

Yang Xuming thought wildly and began to clean the rags and cotton wool in the bedroom.

After sweeping all these tattered rags and cotton wool into the corner of the living room and piled them up, Yang Xuming planned to throw them away when he went out tomorrow.

Then Yang Xuming walked up the corridor, planning to move the sofa home and sit down and rest.

As a result, as soon as the sofa was put down in the living room, Yang Xuming didn't even sit down, and there was a knock on the door.

Yang Xuming was stunned for a second.

There is someone knocking on the door in the middle of the night, after two o'clock in the morning?

Could it be that the ghost killed him again?

Yang Xuming picked up the willow branch beside him, holding a red candle in his left hand, and slowly approached the gate.

He stared at the door warily and asked, "Who?"

A girl’s voice rang outside the door, “We are the police and we have received an alarm. Is it convenient to open the door to cooperate with our investigation?”

Yang Xuming sneered without speaking.

police? Why are the police here in the middle of the night? Come to catch ghosts?

He looked at the door and said blankly, "OK, I'll open the door for you."

After speaking, Yang Xuming gently put his hand on the doorknob.

Although he can get close to the cat's eyes to see what's going on outside.

But the ghosts outside must also know the cat's eye.

What if he just got behind the cat's eyes, something popped out of the cat's eyes and burst his eyes directly?

Yang Xuming must be cautious enough to deal with such a ghost who does not rely on common sense to play cards.

He suddenly turned the doorknob and opened the door, but his whole person jumped back.

The next second, the door was opened.

Yang Xuming shouted immediately.

"small……"

Two police officers in uniform appeared at Yang Xuming's door.

"... Comrade police has worked hard."

Yang Xuming abruptly held back the "posture" behind him.

The two policemen stared at him in a daze, a little dumbfounded.

At this moment, Yang Xuming, holding a thick red candle in his left hand and a sturdy willow branch in his right, stood behind the door like this.

It looks like a fight.

His face seemed to turn red from holding his breath, and his expression was a bit embarrassing.

But what the **** was this guy just saying? Comrade Little Police? Is there such a name?

The policewoman among them was a little confused, "You are... Classmate Yang, right? What are you doing?"

Both police officers were confused by Yang Xuming's actions.

Yang Xuming recognized this policewoman, who was the same policewoman who came to his home with Wang Zhen before.

He quickly put down the willow branches and the red candle, and laughed dryly, "It's nothing, someone knocked on the door this night, suspected to be a bad person, a little surprised."

While talking, Yang Xuming peeked at Red Candle.

No burning, so these two are really police? Not a ghost?

But think about it carefully, that ghost has been swallowed by Xiaozi half of his body, and now it is estimated that he is frightened, shouldn't he dare to come back and look for it?

But why are these two policemen running here without sleeping in the middle of the night?

Yang Xuming was a little confused, "Did there be any cases around here? Or did the two of you come to take me back to the police station? Because of the case last night?"

Yang Xuming thought the other party was here to take him back to assist in the investigation.

But the policewoman shook her head, "No, we received a call to the police. It was said that there was an old woman's scream in this building. It sounded so miserable, it seemed that the old man had been abused by the family."

"The two of us were sent here to take a look."

With that, the policewoman glanced at the living room behind Yang Xuming and said, "Student Yang, I remember you were living alone before? Did you hear the screams of the old woman?"

"We visited a while ago, and everyone agreed that the screams came from your floor."

The policewoman's words made Yang Xuming somewhat speechless.

Is there such an operation? Killing ghosts can still recruit the police?

But it's a pity that the old woman has died too much. Comrades, you ran away in vain.

......Of course, Yang Xuming certainly can't say such things.

He could only perfunctorily, "Is the scream? I seem to have heard it just now, but it shouldn't be from our floor...I think it should be from the floor. My relatives are all in my hometown in Hunan. I’m the only one in my house, even if there is domestic violence, I can’t find a partner."

"Why don't you two come in and check it?"

Yang Xuming advances by retreating.

Anyway, there is really no old woman in his house, and Yang Xuming has a good heart!