Eight feet tall... Fang Lu was holding a pen and a notebook in his hand, and he pulled the corner of his mouth, "Then your grandfather's great-grandfather is really tall."

"Brother, don't believe it." The old man said excitedly: "My grandpa will not lie."

"I don't believe it." Fang Luqiang laughed and said, "I don't know what the old man's surname is yet?"

"My last name is Zeng."

"Mr. Zeng." Fang Lu lowered her head and wrote down her name with a note, "But my column has a strange and strange story recently. I don't know if you have any strange stories, and it has to be a strange story in our city, so that my readers can feel immersive."

"What is a weird talk?" Mr. Zeng frowned.

"It's just stories about those ghosts." Fang Lu said that he had been paying attention to the old man's expression, afraid that the old man would suddenly turn into a ghost.

"Oh, so you are telling this kind of story." Mr. Zeng picked up the teacup and drank a sip of tea, organized a few words and said, "You have to be a ghost rumor in our city. You have stumped me a little, but I still thought of it."

Fang Lu took a serious attitude of listening.

"Your generation may not be so naughty. When we were young, we went out to play, but we were crazy and would not go home until dinner." Mr. Zeng said: "The adults at home will use various methods to scare us children."

"For example, if you don't go home and eat, you'll be beaten or run around and get kidnapped, my mother likes to make up ghost stories to scare me."

"She said that if we don't go home after 7 o'clock in the evening, strange shadows will appear behind me until I eat me."

"I asked my mother what the shadow looks like. My mother said how could she know this? Everyone who saw the shadow should be dead."

If you don’t go home at 7 o’clock in the evening, you will have a shadow of eating people?

Fang Lu could remember it without having to remember it on paper. He couldn't help but say, "But if everyone who saw the shadow died, how could anyone know this story?"

"What do you know?"

Mr. Zeng said helplessly: "I said this was just a lie to me by my mother. I was just a child at that time and would not point out that there were loopholes in this story."

This is very reasonable... Fang Lu said: "When you heard this story when you were a child, have you ever tried to go home after seven o'clock?"

"Well..." Mr. Zeng said: "I forgot about it for so many years, but I'm quite scared. I probably haven't tried to go home later than 7 o'clock. My mother is really bad... Oh, I remembered that she not only told the story of a shadow that she would be eaten by a shadow if she didn't go home at night."

"She also fooled me when I didn't want to sleep at night, saying that if I couldn't sleep at night, I would be taken to hell by the most terrifying ghost in the city. I had to close my eyes before twelve o'clock, and even if I couldn't sleep, I had to close my eyes."

"The most terrifying ghost?" Fang Lu pretended to be relaxed and said, "Did you ask how scary it is? Does that ghost have a name?"

"I didn't ask for my name, but I asked how terrible my mother was... Do you know what my mother said at that time?" Mr. Zeng was still insincere.

"How could I know..." Fang Lu said speechlessly.

"She said it was ten times more terrifying than her!" Mr. Zeng laughed and said, "I was frightened at that time. I listened to the bell every night and went to bed early before twelve o'clock."

Fang Lu: "..."

Mr. Zeng had only two of them here, and he asked him to talk about it again. He shook his head, "I am old and can't remember many things. I remember a lot before, but now I can't say it for a while. You should ask someone else."

Fang Lu had no choice but to give up. He said goodbye to Mr. Zeng, his face a little solemn.

The speaker is unintentional and the listener is intentional.

What if Mr. Zeng said true?

What if this city has the rule that if you have to go home before 7pm and if you don’t close your eyes and sleep at 12pm, you will be taken away by ghosts?

What if I don't do it?

Can you see a ghost?

But will such a ghost be too strong? After all, it can cover the entire Meimeng City and monitor everyone...

Fang Lu continued to look for a target in the teahouse. The busy waiter or the one who was drinking tea and chatting with others would definitely not pay attention to him. Fortunately, the teahouse is not small, and he soon found a target, which is a middle-aged uncle.

The middle-aged uncle was reading the newspaper, and Fang Lu walked over and started chatting.

The middle-aged uncle did not drive Fang Lu away, but after he understood Fang Lu's request, he frowned, "Sorry, I can't tell stories, and I can't remember any strange talk you want for a while."

"It's okay." Fang Lu smiled and said, "We can chat casually, maybe you can think of some interesting stories. By the way, have you heard stories when you were a child that in our city, children cannot go home later than 7 pm, or they will be eaten by terrible shadows?"

The middle-aged uncle exclaimed, "Don't you tell me, I did hear such stories when I was a child, but I forgot that my grandfather or grandma said it."

Fang Lu's heart was slightly deeper, and he said calmly: "What about the story of being taken away by the evil ghost if you don't close your eyes at twelve o'clock in the evening?"

"There are also this one." The middle-aged uncle nodded and smiled: "It seems that the elders in the world are all ordinary black, and they all like to use these stories to scare us who were still children at that time."

Fang Lu asked about the details again, but the middle-aged uncle couldn't say anything too specific, just said that he remembered it.

Then Fang Lu visited several people in a row, and the results were surprisingly consistent. These people had heard of these two strange stories with similar content.

But Fang Lu wanted to ask about new strange stories, but couldn't find them out. He left the teahouse and went to other places for interviews.

"This is really unusual. They seem to know these two strange conversations, and they say they don't know anything else."

"But they didn't believe these two strange stories, and they thought it was the adults who scared them."

"Ask them if they have tried to violate the rules, some of them say yes, some of them say no."

"Those who say that they violate the rules say that nothing happened, but after many years, are their impressions real?"

"Will these two weird talks only target children?"

Fang Lu took a look at the time and it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and there were still two hours left before the rumor that he would go home at 7 o'clock.

He now has two choices. The first is to stay outside for more than seven o'clock to see if there will be a demon. If the demon will be solved, it may be possible to solve a strange story.

The second is not to take risks, hurry back to the dormitory.

Fang Lu thought seriously, but he waved, stopped a taxi, opened the door, Xiao Hei got in, and he followed him to get in, and then reported the name of the Heping Apartment to the driver.
Chapter completed!