All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Chapter 16: Night detective

The howling cold wind swept across the dark streets.

In Shuangga Town, which was still brightly lit a few hours ago, most of the lights have been extinguished.

Now, it is more than one o’clock in the morning.

In a small town without street lights, darkness completely enveloped here.

Yang Xuming stepped on the dim light at the entrance of the Internet cafe and walked out.

The cold wind blew, and he subconsciously wrapped his clothes tightly.

a little cold…

It is obviously the midsummer of July, but the city of Liupanshui is incredibly cool.

Fortunately during the day, after midnight, the cold wind blowing on the street can even chill people in thin clothes.

-Such as Yang Xuming.

I knew I would add some clothes when I came out…

Yang Xuming thought to himself, walking alone on the dark street.

In his hand, he held a flashlight.

This temporary flashlight was the only prop Yang Xuming prepared for this expedition.

After all, there is no murder weapon in that place. It seems that he can’t find anything other than a lighting flashlight.

Touching the red candle in his pocket, Yang Xuming felt calmer.

He continued to walk forward.

The town of Shuangga after midnight is exactly like the excitement during the day.

No one can be seen on the dark main road.

The houses on both sides of the street were completely dark, with almost no lights on.

The residents of this town are basically asleep at this time.

A small number of young people who stayed up all night were also concentrated in the two Internet cafes in the town.

So that the streets are deserted and desolate, and even the extra sound can’t be heard.

Except for Yang Xuming’s own footsteps, the only sound that can be heard is the occasional dog barking in the distance.

People in this small town go to bed early…

Yang Xuming walked alone on the dark main road, observing the buildings on the side of the road.

However, most of the houses were all black and lacquered, and there was not much light in a huge small town after midnight.

The more you go in, the more desolate you are.

There are fewer and fewer buildings on the roadside, and Yang Xuming feels that the temperature in the air seems to be lower.

“MMP…how do I feel something is wrong with this place…”

When the cold wind blew, Yang Xuming shrank his neck, watching everything on the side of the road vigilantly.

However, apart from the darkness and desertedness, he found nothing.

Walking alone on such a dark main road, there was a little uneasiness in his heart that could not be suppressed.

When he walked to the intersection of Central Elementary School, this anxiety reached its peak.

The Central Elementary School, which looked gloomy during the day, looked even more weird at this time.

The dark school building stood crookedly on the shabby playground, like a dead monster corpse.

Behind the empty classrooms and windows after another, there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes staring at him, making his scalp numb.

As for the intersection next to the Central Primary School, it was now dark, like a huge mouth swallowing life.

The dark entrance gave Yang Xuming a strange feeling-once he stepped in, he would never come back.

“MMP’s… is it necessary to be so scary?”

At the gate of the deserted school, Yang Xuming felt the red candle in his pocket anxiously.

Fortunately, the red candle is still there.

Then he found out the “Record of Life and Death” he was carrying close to him, and turned to the third page.

The dense scarlet writings on the above all interpret a fact-go in.

[Cry at midnight: On the edge of the city, there is an abandoned old building. When night falls, there will be cries of young children in this room]

[Under the dark red mottled rubble, the sadness reverberated three years ago]

[Go to Shuangga Yi Township and find the dark red abandoned buildings. After two midnight, enter the building alone to explore the truth three years ago]

[You only have one chance to enter, please be cautious]

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Reading the “Record of Life and Death” again, Yang Xuming was a little speechless.

Obviously, if you stop here, you can only go back to face Li Zi and the two ghosts at home.

But if you go in, at least there is hope to solve the current dilemma!

At the pitch-black intersection, Yang Xuming gritted his teeth and directly raised his flashlight and walked in.

Then, there is a road that looks diametrically opposite to what it looks like during the day.

The dark alley is dark and deserted.

There was a faint smell in the air.

It was water from the sewer and from a few pig pens on the road.

It also smells when I come during the day.

Yang Xuming continued to walk inside.

He passed through the dark alley and came outside the town.

Ahead is the corn forest that is growing well.

In the night breeze, the corn stalks swayed silently, seeming to welcome him.

Yang Xuming grabbed his flashlight and hurried through the corn forest.

He entered the bamboo forest behind the corn forest.

The bamboo forest, which looks quiet and elegant during the day, stands silently in the dark.

The fine bamboo leaves were shaking in the wind, like crying young children, and like monsters with teeth and claws.

The pale light of the flashlight illuminates the graffiti roadside boulder.

The graffiti smeared with correction fluid on the surface of the stone was pale under the light of the flashlight, inexplicably permeating.

However, Yang Xuming, who had made up his mind, did not back down.

He just glanced at the stone and walked straight forward.

Following the road that he had walked through during the day, Yang Xuming came to the fork in the road outside the bamboo forest.

It was pitch black halfway up the mountain, and there was no light. The old man should have fallen asleep.

Yang Xuming continued to walk forward.

Soon, the dark red house appeared in his vision.

Now, it is 01:50 in the morning, and there are still ten minutes left before the entry time stipulated in the “Record of Life and Death”.

However, when Yang Xuming approached the red house, he was stunned.

He quickly turned off the flashlight and shrank behind the bushes on the side of the road.

Under the icy moonlight, a dark figure squatted in front of the red house with its back facing Yang Xuming.

The shadow seemed to be burning something.

He squatted at the door of the red house, throwing something into an iron basin.

The fire was burning in the iron basin.

Yang Xuming was very familiar with the smell that came along the night breeze. It was the smell of burning paper money during the Zhongyuan Festival.

And the black shadow squatting in front of the red house was still squatting, quietly watching the burning brazier in front of him, and did not notice Yang Xuming’s arrival.

In the darkness, Yang Xuming hesitated for a while and touched it quietly.

He came to the back of the stone closest to the red house and quietly observed the black shadow in front of the red house.

The distance between the two parties was close enough to hear the voice of the black shadow.

Amid the swaying flames of the brazier, an old man with a dull face squatted there, and occasionally poked the burning objects in the brazier with a wooden stick.

In the night breeze, Yang Xuming heard the other side’s murmur.

“Be obedient, Xiaoxin, the teacher will come to see you often…”