Fan Zhigang quickly snatched the banknotes in Yang Xuming's hands and carefully put them in his pockets.

Then, he took a deep breath and said.

"Ask, what do you want to know?"

After getting the money, the hunchback man's attitude seemed to ease a lot.

Yang Xuming took out the notebook and pen and asked, "Then let's start officially... Mr. Fan, let's start slowly, bit by bit."

There was a professional smile on Yang Xuming's face.

"Your surname is Fan, your name is Zhigang, aspiring Zhi, strong Gang?"

Fan Zhigang nodded.

Yang Xuming asked again, "Excuse me, how are you this year?"

Fan Zhigang was stunned, "Gu... Guigeng? What is that?"

"It's how old you are this year."

"Eighteen," Fan Zhigang's answer was beyond Yang Xuming's expectations.

"Ten...Eighteen?" Yang Xuming looked at the shaggy, shaggy-backed man in front of him with a bit of astonishment, a little astonished, "You are very young."

Fan Zhigang lowered his head and said nothing.

Yang Xuming asked again, "Aren't you just... thirteen years old when your parents disappeared in those five years?"

"Um."

"Then you are eighteen years old, are you going to school?"

"No," Fan Zhigang muttered, lowering his head, "I haven't been to school for five years."

"This..." Yang Xuming frowned, "Then why don't you go to school?"

"I don't want to go."

"Why? Don't you like school?"

Fan Zhigang tugged at his hair annoyingly, "I don't want to go, I don't want to go! Asking so much what to do?!"

The voice of the gloomy young man when he was excited sounded a bit hoarse and harsh.

Yang Xuming quickly apologized.

"Sorry, sorry, we skipped this question."

After he wrote a [Dropout] in his notebook, he continued to ask, "Your hair is very long. It seems that it has not been cut for a long time... Why do you want to keep such long hair?"

Fan Zhigang tugged at his hair, lowered his head, wriggling his lips and muttered.

"No one cuts my hair... I can't cut it anymore."

Yang Xuming was a little confused, "No one cuts? I see many hair salons outside."

Fan Zhigang shook his head, "My parents are dead, no one will cut my hair, I can't do it myself."

Yang Xuming is even more strange, "Why? Your parents have to cut your hair for you? You can't cut it yourself? What happens if you cut it yourself?"

Fan Zhigang thought for a while and said, "I don't know...but I can't cut my head by myself."

He said, "I have kept my hair since I was a child, and I have never cut it. My dad said that he had hired someone to do it, and I won’t be able to cut my hair until I am fourteen."

"Before that, the hair has to be kept. You can only cut it at will after the first cut."

"But they died, no one cut my head, I just kept it."

While talking, Fan Zhigang gently pulled the dry hair hanging from both sides of his head with his fingers.

This guy's hair is longer than most girls' hair.

Unfortunately, due to malnutrition and lack of care, it is dull, dry and yellow, like a matted thatch.

Yang Xuming was a little curious, "Then you are... a young man?"

Fan Zhigang was startled slightly, "You...you know?"

Yang Xuming nodded, "A friend I know is Chuanqingren. He told me that Chuanqingren’s hair cannot be cut when they are young. It must be kept for a certain period of time before cutting."

"He also said that as long as he cuts it for the first time, he can cut it at will in the future."

"And I heard him say that for people who wear youth, a child's haircut is a major event like getting married or getting married. It requires a banquet and entertaining relatives and friends, right?"

Yang Xuming's question caused Fan Zhigang's skinny body to curl up.

He lowered his head and murmured, "I have no relatives..."

Yang Xuming was a little confused, "You... don't have relatives or friends?"

Fan Zhigang's fingers were tightly clenched into fists.

The face with thin hair looked a bit hideous.

"All I have...only a bunch of beasts!"

Seeing his reaction, Yang Xuming did not dare to delve into this issue, so as not to irritate the other party.

But Yang Xuming didn't speak, and Fan Zhigang actually spoke up this time.

"You..." He glanced at Yang Xuming secretly, then lowered his head quickly, and asked in a low voice hoarsely, "Is that friend of yours...the Chuanqingren... also has the surname Fan?"

Yang Xuming shook his head, "No, his surname is Long, a very rare surname."

Fan Zhigang was obviously disappointed when he heard that Yang Xuming's friend was not Fan.

He lowered his head and murmured, "It's also... Basically all people with the surname Long in Guizhou are wearing youth..."

Yang Xuming looked at the hunched man, and his heart moved slightly.

It seems that although this guy hates relatives on the surface, he still yearns for the same kind of care in his heart?

After Yang Xuming said that his friend was a Chuanqingren, this guy's attitude was obviously much better.

Yang Xuming hurriedly struck the iron while it was hot, "By the way, Mr. Fan, since you are a Chuanqingren, is your ancestral home also in Jiangxi?"

Fan Zhigang nodded, "Well, my ancestral home is from Ji'an Prefecture, Jiangxi."

Yang Xuming smiled, "Then we are half a fellow, and my girlfriend is also from Jiangxi. Jiujiang, Jiangxi."

However, Fan Zhigang glanced at Yang Xuming and did not respond more cordially.

It seems that Yang Xuming's nearly tactic has failed.

I would have said my girlfriend is from Guizhou...

Yang Xuming grumbled in his heart.

After adjusting his mood a little, Yang Xuming continued.

"Regarding the tragedy five years ago, I heard that the police haven't solved the case so far, and there are legends that air-raid shelters are haunted... Do you think there may be ghosts in this world?"

The family talks are almost the same, and the two are basically familiar with each other.

Yang Xuming no longer wastes time and starts to point to the subject.

After Fan Zhigang heard this question, he was slightly startled.

His body seemed to be trembling slightly, as if thinking of something terrifying.

He said with a trembling voice, "No...I don't know...Don't ask me, I don't know..."

This reaction of Fan Zhigang made Yang Xuming's eyes bright.

What does this hunchback know!

But in order not to stimulate the opponent, Yang Xuming did not continue to stimulate the opponent, but took a detour.

"Then are you angry that the police have been unable to solve the case for a long time and cannot give your parents a fair thing?"

Yang Xuming diverted this guy's attention.

Sure enough, Fan Zhigang's body no longer trembled.

He whispered, "Police? Police...I..."

After hesitating for a while, Fan Zhigang said, "I'm not angry."

"why?"

"Because..." Fan Zhigang lowered his head with a grim look, "It's too normal for the police to find those things."