I know a thing or two about the supernatural

"Is anyone there? Hey, is there anyone?"

The rotten breath made George gently cover his nose and face. After shouting several times, George sighed.

"It seems that there is really no one. This manor seems to be completely abandoned."

"It does seem so."

John plopped down on the chair next to him, and the moment he sat on it, the chair made such a loud noise that George wondered if he would collapse it.

"Okay, everyone rest in the hall of the manor, but don't let your guard down. Divide two people into searching the manor, authorize the use of weapons, and report immediately if you find anything."

"Yes!"

Two heavily armed subordinates began to walk deep into the manor, and George turned his head and looked into his partner's eyes.

"John, the little girl we kidnapped is a little weird. She said that our life has always been in her hands, and have you noticed that since she was kidnapped by us, she has no fear at all on her face."

"You said that, I also found out."

John gritted his teeth and continued: "I'm afraid we have something to do with that girl when we come to this place. But who is that girl? According to the information, isn't she a commoner girl from a slightly better family?"

"No, John, this is not normal! Just because the information is too normal, this kind of thing happened, which made her identity weird."

George paused, with a solemn expression: "I suspect that the girl is very likely..."

Although George didn't say it, John knew that George was referring to the guides of hell.

"Hey, hey, George, are you exaggerating a bit? You know, she is just an ordinary female high school student, how could she be the guide of hell? Besides, she is still the investigation team The group leader's best friend."

"This is very likely to be her brilliance, because no one would have thought that the guide of hell is by her side. This appearance makes her less likely to be suspected."

After a pause, George gritted his teeth and said: "It's like someone said that our unreliable president is a senior undercover agent in the Far East. Although it sounds ridiculous, after listening to it, it really feels like that. Something happened."

After speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.After a long time, John spoke with difficulty: "So, if that girl is really the guide of hell and didn't kill us immediately, then what is she going to do? Could it be..."

"Perhaps she wants to play tricks on us."

George closed his eyes: "It's like a cat catches a mouse, and it will always eat it when it loses interest in playing with it."

Chapter 140: Among us, there is a traitor!

"Mouse, you say we are mice?"

John's voice suddenly became louder: "I said George, are you trying to spoil your prestige by making others angry! To be honest, I didn't believe in any supernatural power from the beginning. Even the guide of hell must use blindfolds, hypnosis, stuff like that."

"Then how do we explain our fainting? There are 13 people in the entire villa, including us, and the entire intelligence team is the elite of the Marine Corps. However, in a short period of time, our fully armed intelligence team fainted Down. If that girl wants to kill us, you can't stand here and talk now!"

George's words left John speechless. He held his pistol firmly, his face a little ferocious: "Damn, damn, damn! I am a dignified Marine Corps elite...how could I be so humiliated...see you next time When it comes to that stinky girl, I must let her beg for mercy under me..."

At this moment, a voice came from George's walkie-talkie, so George took out the walkie-talkie from his waist and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Sir, I need you to come over for a little while. It's just across the hall, the innermost room on the left."

Is there something wrong?

He raised his eyebrows, and after George replied good, he looked at John, who was still aggrieved.

"Okay, there is a little bit of a situation, everyone, let's go and have a look."

So, following George, the armed procession passed through the hall and into the long corridor.The entire corridor was empty and lonely, and the footsteps of their military boots could be heard all around for a while.

It is here.

Soon, George saw the two subordinates who went to investigate.Then he walked over and asked his subordinates, "What happened."

"We ... we found a dining table ... with very fresh food on it."

Very fresh food?

Following the direction of his subordinate's fingers, George looked at the situation in the room with some astonishment.

The candlesticks that were still burning gave off an orange light, which made the steak and roast turkey on the table look oily.On the dining table, there were also thirteen sets of tableware prepared, matching the number of people in George's team.

How is this going?

In an abandoned manor, why are there candles burning, and there are ready meals?

Before George could figure it out, John beside him walked over carelessly, picked up a piece of steak with a fork, and chewed it with relish.

Go, go, go.

John's mouth kept closing up and down, and there was a rattling sound between the mucus of the saliva and the tongue coating.

"The taste is quite good, but this steak looks only medium rare, I prefer to eat medium rare."

While eating, John mumbled over and over again, which made George's face a little ugly.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm hungry, eat something."

Answering nonchalantly, John stuffed another piece of steak into his mouth: "I know you are afraid that there will be problems with the food, but, didn't you say that we are just mice, and the guide to hell is a cat playing with mice. Therefore, I think this dish should be fine, if you don’t eat it, you won’t eat it for nothing.”

Even if there is no problem, your behavior is too reckless.

Glancing at John reproachfully, George sighed.

John is an elite Marine Corps who was transferred from the Iraqi battlefield to the intelligence team. In terms of character, he still retains the ruffian he left behind in the army.So, sometimes George has a headache too.

Walking slowly to the dining table, ignoring John, George picked up a piece of steak and sniffed it slightly with his nose.The tender aroma made George swallow a mouthful of saliva, but instead of biting down, he pinched the steak with his hands.

This steak... feels like there's something in it?

Gently, he tore open the steak, and then his pupils couldn't help shrinking.

note?

Yes, a small note just appeared in front of George, and I don't know how to put it in without tearing the beef.

And the content of the note is: "The Last Supper."

In an instant, George's cold sweat broke out, and after seeing the contents above, his hairs stood on end.

"What did you find?"

After wiping his greasy lips with his hand, John leaned over and read the above content.

"The last supper? Huh? This note means that we can finish this meal and go on the road?"

John became gritting his teeth, and even his teeth were chattering.

And George put the note on the table, and sighed: "Okay, pay attention to vigilance, go back to the hall first. At least, now I can be sure that this seemingly abandoned manor looks like someone else."

"Ah."

John was also not in the mood to eat, so he put down his knife and fork and stood up from his seat.

Everyone returned to the hall like this, but they took the candlesticks.

At least now there is light.

Looking at the faint candlelight, George turned his head and looked at some tired subordinates.

only……

As if seeing something frightening, his face changed slightly, and then returned to its original appearance.

Not right, very wrong!

There was a faint sense of disobedience, which made George feel terrified.

And soon, he understood what this sense of disobedience was.

12 people... Including John and himself, there are 12 people in total.

And when they entered the manor, there were thirteen people!

When exactly did it happen, why didn't I notice it for so long?

George's expression was a little nervous, and even his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a lot.

He thought of many things, such as the note just now.

The Last Supper is a very famous event in Christianity.Jesus and his twelve disciples had the last supper together, and at the same time said to his twelve disciples: "A traitor is (out) among us!"

Including Jesus, there were exactly thirteen people, corresponding to the number of their team at the beginning!

If this logic is followed, it means that someone in their team is a traitor now?Or, not human?

George sorted out his speculation again, and there was an inhuman guy who got into the team.Just when they found the note, they secretly killed a living person and followed them as if nothing had happened.And the weirdest thing was that no one seemed to notice the strangeness except himself.

He felt his palms and backs were covered with sweat. Although he had tried his best to calm down, his thoughts still set off a storm in his heart.

Who is it?Who are the extra people?

George felt himself almost suffocating.

140 Chapter Nine: The Hand on the Shoulder

In any case, George cared deeply about the note.

Because of this, George walked out of the manor with three of his men—they wanted to carefully check the surrounding environment to make sure there was no danger.

This weather is really weird.

George, who was squatting in the grass, raised his head, looked at the extremely dark sky, and couldn't help frowning.

At some point, dense fog appeared all around, making the air extremely humid.And against the background of the night, the whole environment looked extremely scary, as if something terrible would happen in the next moment.

"What's the matter with the weather, the fog at night?"

It is generally difficult to see the fog at night, and because of this, even George's men began to talk cautiously.

"The weather is very bad. I heard from my mother before that there is no sunshine, humidity, fog, and Yin Qi will gather here, so it is not suitable for a cemetery."

"Ha, it's not suitable for a cemetery? What do you mean?"

"It's the literal meaning. It feels like a mass grave to me. It's not good for the dead or the living, except for certain things..."

Suddenly, when he heard the conversation of his subordinates, George shivered, then he turned his head and stared fiercely at the subordinate who said these words.

"Don't say these words, it's unlucky, you know!"

"Yeah...sorry, sir, I just..."

Hearing George's reprimand, that subordinate also became stuttering.

"Okay, stop talking and continue with the mission."

George spoke impatiently, and just after George finished speaking, he heard the exclamation of his subordinates.

"what happened again?"

"People, there are people!"

The soldier in front of him was trembling all over, pointing forward with trembling fingers.Sure enough, following the direction of the soldier's finger, George saw a white figure.

Although the face can't be seen clearly, but judging from the figure, it should be a woman.

Could it be that girl?A guide to hell?

Involuntarily, George became a little excited. He raised his hand, left a sentence to go and have a look, and then walked in the direction of the figure.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to the figure, George blinked slightly.What's weird is that in the blink of an eye, that figure disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

what happened?

George's eyes widened, he looked at the original position of the figure in disbelief, and then lowered his head.

He saw a dead body.

A horrible corpse.

His stomach was cut in half, exposing his glistening intestines.

And his face was extremely miserable, as if he had seen something terrible.

It's just that the appearance of the corpse made him a little familiar.

This person is...

Before George could reveal the identity of the corpse, one of George's subordinates tremblingly said, "How is that possible? This is Anderson."