Chapter 1627: Kill your own ghost

The boss screamed and shrank to the counter. Li Xuehao looked at the ghost that he did not confess. This is a fat man with glasses at the age of 20, looks very ordinary, and his body is not tall. It holds the photo album with both hands. Looking at the ground, from time to time, the eyes are shining, staring at the beauty of the swimsuit above the photo album almost drooling.
Of course, the ghost is impossible to have saliva, but its image is too cumbersome, giving people a picture of its drooling.
It takes a price for the general spirit to touch the physical object. It is almost completely transparent. It is obvious that he will not exist in this world for a long time and will soon dissipate.
I believe it knows this too, but it still consumes a lot of suffocating gas in order to see the white swimsuit beauty photo, showing how much he is obsessed with the other party - no life!

Do you like to watch this?
Li Xuehao pointed to the photo album in his hand.
The ghost of the fat man did not realize that someone was talking to it, still staring at the beauty of the swimsuit on the photo album, and his eyes were shining.
Li Xuehao frowned, and the other side was obviously immersed in his own world. He simply reached out and grabbed the photo album.
The photo album in his hand was robbed, and the ghost of the fat man finally reacted. He turned his head and glared at him, then extended his hands to grab.
Li Xuehao easily avoided it. The ghost of the fat man didn't give up. He grabbed it several times without grabbing it. He finally realized what he was looking at. He looked at him with shock: "You, can you see me?"
"Yes." Li Xuehao nodded and collected the photo album.
The ghost of the fat man did not seem to find his movement, but stared at him more surprisedly: "You, you can actually see me, I am a ghost."
"I know."
"Why can you see me?" The ghost of the fat man is still unable to extricate himself in this shock. "Are you also a ghost? No, you are not... why can you see me?"
Li Xuehao looked at it and muttered to himself, apparently he could see it to make it confused.
The boss poked his head out from the counter and asked with trepidation: "You, who are you talking to?"
"Ghost." Li Xuehao smiled at him.
"Ah--" The boss was scared and exclaimed for a long while, but there may be a big living person in front of him, so that he is not so fearful, "You, can you see the ghost?"
"Yes, do you want to see it?" Li Xuehao smiled and asked.
The boss looked terrified and wanted to refuse, but did not know what to think, but changed his mind: "If you can, I want to see."
Li Xuehao reached out and pointed his eyes at him, and two faint auras shot in the past.
The boss only felt a shock, then he saw the empty place, floating in a transparent figure, he was suddenly shocked, subconsciously want to hide in the counter, but in the end still endure fear without hiding .
After seeing the ghost's appearance, the boss's fear slowly weakened, because the image of the ghost is not terrible, it seems to be just an ordinary young man, just a little fat.
The fat phantom glared for a while, and his mind gradually returned to normal. He saw the boss stand up from the counter and subconsciously greeted him: "Hello."
The boss’s body was stiff, and he was greeted by the ghost for the first time. He stuttered back and said:
You, hello...

Originally it was just a habitual behavior. Who knows that the boss’s response was actually received. The ghost of the fat man was once again surprised: "You, can you see me?"
The boss nodded innocently.
The fat phantom stunned his head. It decided not to care about this unreasonable problem. He apologized and said: "Sorry, every time I read a book, I am scared of you, but I don't know how to explain it to you. I am not malicious.

"No, it doesn't matter..." The boss was stiff and his heart felt strange. He was talking to a ghost. It was incredible.
"I am really sorry." The ghost of the fat man still apologized again.
"Are you a ghost? What is your name? Why is it a ghost?" The fear in my heart disappeared, and the boss's courage was also big, but perhaps the first time I talked to the ghost, he asked incoherently.
"When a person dies, he becomes a ghost." The fat man said quietly and made a self-introduction. "My name is Fukushima Jiro, a student at Kyoto University..."
"Kyoto University students?" The boss listened at a glance, suddenly remembered something, and stared at the ghost of the fat man. "I remembered, a month ago, there was a student of Jingda in the dormitory... a pistol Excessive death, is that you?"
Playing a pistol... is it too dead?
Li Xuehao’s face is weird. This kind of death method has a word called death. He only heard of it, but he has never encountered it in reality. He did not expect to encounter it today, and he still killed himself. I am not dead on a woman.
He can imagine that the person who died in the "worry" of Fukushima Jiro is estimated to be the beauty of the white swimsuit. However, this also confirmed one thing. Fukushima Jiro was obsessed with her to the extent of her life. This was the case after her death.
"That person is me." The shameful death method that was spotted in person, Fukushima Jiro may have become a ghostly relationship, and there is no shame on his face.
The boss is not very embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I don't care..."
"It doesn't matter, the sound sauce is so beautiful!" Fukushima Jiro shook his head and stared at the cover of the photo album on the counter, revealing the obsessive color of his face. The "sound sauce" is estimated to be right. The name of the white swimsuit beauty is called.
However, it apparently did not notice that its shape has become more and more transparent, and even began to shake up, just like the special effects in the movie, the body is pulled by something and pulled.
"You have to disappear." Li Xuehao reminded him in a timely manner.
"I know." There is no fear of the face of Fukushima Jiro, and some are just calm.
"What is disappearing?" asked the boss behind the counter that he was unclear.
"It is forever lost in this world." Li Xuehao explained a bit, the boss seemed to understand and nodded.
"Before I disappeared, I watched her so many days of photo, I am satisfied." Fukushima Jiro said with satisfaction.
"Disappearing is not necessarily a bad thing, maybe another kind of rebirth." Li Xuehao watched its body getting thinner and lighter. He had thought about helping him, and finally he could hold back. Presumably, it also had this preparation, and then stayed. The next words will only enhance its obsession, and even become a grievance. "Go to Buddha."
"Goodbye..." Fukushima Jiro's transparent body completely disappeared, as if it had never existed before.