DIO Magic House Investigation Report

Ho*y shit! ! !

Does this behemoth really exist?

...No, I really want to say that, but it feels bad.I'm not a low-level person who observes other people's inappropriate places.That's what I saw accidentally, don't care...

I noticed that on this man's neck, there was a hideous scar that seemed to have been completely cut off and then reconnected.

And isn't he the man I just passed by in the rain?It turned out that he was the owner of this mansion. Although I couldn't see his face clearly in the rain before, I still noticed three black moles on the earlobe that represent strong luck.Such a person is usually the chosen one in 777 million people. He can easily win a lottery ticket, and can easily roll to [-] with an old machine. Even if he encounters a natural disaster or a major traffic accident, he can miraculously survive Unscathed... It's as lucky as being blessed by God.

Including his appearance is unique, he is the most beautiful and sexiest man I have ever seen... That's why he has such arrogant capital?

I quickly glanced at the man's face and figure, and before I made eye contact with him, I lowered my head again and lowered my sense of presence.

Being handsome is one thing, but I can already feel that the owner of this mansion is very dangerous, and not getting involved with him is the key to getting out smoothly.The point is that he didn't pay attention to me at all. Most of his body sank in the warm water of the pool, feeling the water temperature with a blank expression.

Totally oblivious to the other woman in the bathroom, like I didn't exist at all, didn't even give me a look.

Very arrogant...

Generally, my intuition will only show an early warning when I am about to encounter danger. Now I feel normal, which means that there is not much danger.I tried my best not to disturb him or make any noise. After 10 minutes, the man seemed to have finished cleaning his body, then got up and left the bath without looking at me from the beginning to the end.

I let out a long sigh of relief, and after confirming that I couldn't stop the movement, I quickly got up and dried myself, changed my clothes and left the bathroom.

It seems that before taking a bath next time, I should do a fortune-telling to see if I will meet someone else.

When I returned to the hall, Granny Enya had disappeared.I don’t know if she thought I would come to her to complain about this and avoided her. Anyway, I didn’t find her on the first floor. Instead, I saw Darby walking up the stairs panting with a snakeskin bag. down.

He was a little surprised when he saw me, then he stood up straight and saluted like a deacon.

"What are you up to?"

I glanced at the snakeskin bag he was dragging. It was bulging and looked like clothes or something.

"Oh, I just cleaned up the master's room. Here are the replaced quilts and sheets. I'm going to wash them."

Darby smiled at me, "Do you need any help?"

... Who would change beds and quilts in the middle of the night?I couldn't help but twitched the corners of my mouth, but still replied, "No, I'm going to bed."

"Then I wish you a sweet dream, beautiful lady."

Darby saluted again, and he continued to drag the snakeskin bag down the stairs, then he stopped suddenly, as if remembering something, looked back at me and asked, "Did you use it just now?" bathroom?"

"Yes, what's the problem?" I looked back at him.

"Have you met anyone?" His eyes became a little strange, as if he was testing.

"Yeah, I met an old woman who called herself Granny Enya before, she told me to take a bath without worry, but when I was about to finish washing, I met a man with blond hair."

I pretended to be very dissatisfied and asked, "Do you know that mother-in-law? Where is she now?"

"What? You met that adult..."

Darby froze for a moment, then he looked me up and down, "So nothing just happened?"

"I didn't harass him." I said blankly.

"...No, that's not what I said."

Darby had a hesitant expression on his face, but he still didn't bother with the matter, "Forget it, it's nothing, just forget what I said...you can just ask me if you need anything, Granny Enya seems to have found her son Something happened, and after greeting the owner, I left in a hurry, and I apologize to her for being inconsiderate."

"That's the way it is, so it doesn't matter."

Well... then even if I misunderstood the old lady, she didn't mean to put me in an embarrassing situation.

I convinced myself and decided to forget about this matter and not to pursue it, although Darby changed the bed for the owner of the mansion in the middle of the night and I couldn't help but think about it.

After saying hello to Darby, I returned to my room with a washbasin in hand, then locked the door, and took out scented candles, essential oils, and other props for meditation from the suitcase.The windows are already closed. After confirming the environment, light the candles, and then lie flat on the bed, let yourself relax and quickly enter the state of meditation.

I need to know if the banker's fiancée is still in the house, preferably where she is.This is like reasoning, the more clues there are, the more accurate the results of divination will be.Especially after getting closer to the location, I still have a certain chance to see the picture.

But before I fell asleep, I felt something was wrong again, so I got up again and performed another divination cautiously.

"I will be in danger tonight."

The pendulum slowly turned counterclockwise. After getting a negative answer, I retracted the pendulum contentedly and lay down on my bed again.

Perhaps it was because of the relatively dull air in the mansion that it took me a while to fall asleep.Holding the answer I hoped to get, in the dream, I gradually saw the picture.

The banker's fiancée, Brianna, is with her friend, Julia Becca, and other women in extremely sexy outfits in a dark room... eh? !

This seems to be a multiplayer party, so I don’t want to say more about it. In short, the moment I woke up, the first thing I thought of was: My employer, Mr. Bernard, is green!

I pressed my forehead and felt a sudden headache. Judging from the appearance of Brianna and Becca, it seems that they were not forced, but voluntary. This pair of good friends is even making out with each other happily...

...oh my god, how am I supposed to explain this to Bernard?Am I going to be honest with him?If he knew the situation of his fiancée, would he still be willing to pay the balance?

Anyway, I decided to get Miss Brina back first.At least according to the results of the divination, she was in a dangerous situation.

The room was too dark to judge its orientation, and I couldn't make out the face of the host who hosted the party.

More clues are needed.Tomorrow I plan to inspect the mansion first. Anyway, Darby said that you can use the facilities here as you like except that you are not allowed to go up to the third floor.

So I continued to lie down, trying to see if I could see more clues.But the second time I went into meditation, what I saw was even stranger.

The main character in the dream suddenly became me.

It's weird, I rarely dream about myself in my dreams, it's usually flashbacks from crime scenes, or what happened to other people.

And I'm not sure whether this dream of mine is a premonition or something, because my reaction is also quite abnormal.

In my dream, I was wearing a rich woman’s happy dress that I couldn’t afford at all, or I was reluctant to buy it. I was lying in the arms of a blond man who was as beautiful as a work of art, touching his muscles as hard as steel, and kept coquettishly flattering me. looking at each other.

"Irene, I want you to do one thing for me. I don't trust other people, but your words will definitely satisfy me..."

An extremely sexy and deep voice sounded in my ear, and "I" looked at him with eager eyes like worshiping a god almost urgently and replied, "Master DIO, I am willing to do anything for you."

"Very well, my good girl."

The man petted my head lovingly like a small animal.His whole body exuded a particularly evil aura, cold and unapproachable, the corner of the man's mouth pulled an uneasy smile, and then tore my skirt like a piece of paper.

……

When I woke up with my face flushed, my whole body was dizzy, and I broke out in a cold sweat from fright.

Dry!What the hell? !

Who is that humble woman?Is my brain broken?

I think this is very likely to be an ordinary 〇 dream...First of all, according to common sense, I can't afford this brand of skirt, let alone allow such an expensive skirt to be destroyed...

The second point is that the person in the dream is the blond man with three moles on his ears that I just met in the bathroom!

I know the name of the other party is not strange, because Granny Enya mentioned in her self-talk that the owner of the mansion is called DIO, but this is a bit embarrassing, why do I regard the man I met for the first time as the object of the illusion ?It shouldn't be!

I think I should be quite indifferent in this regard, and I have no interest in things other than money.Could it be because the other party is too hot?Or was it that what I saw in the foresight before was too that, which caused me to have such a dream?

After all, who doesn't like blonde American sweethearts!Although the accent of the man in the dream seems to be British...

I have considered the possibility of it being a precognitive dream, but the content of this dream is too illogical in reality.Thinking about my own performance in the dream, I almost get goosebumps, at least it's definitely not me, unless my brain is abnormal...

And in Las Vegas, you have to pay to sleep with a man like this... very expensive!

I got up and took a sip of water, ready to leave the room to get some air and forget about the damn dream.I remember that there is a bar and a library in this mansion. It is worth thinking about whether to go for a drink or to read serious literature in the library to calm down.

But at this moment, I suddenly heard some movement from the door of the room.

...It seems to be the sound of some wild beast gnawing on something.

I hesitated for a second, the most important thing to live long is to suppress my curiosity, but my instinct told me to investigate what happened, so I peeked out through the keyhole, and to my shock, I The person I saw turned out to be Brianna's friend Becca... lying on the ground with sharp teeth growing out of her mouth, as if she was gnawing on something very hungry!

"..."

Obviously, this is no longer a human being...

This mansion is indeed very strange!

I immediately held my breath, then slowly stepped back, took out a gun from the suitcase, and carefully loaded the bullets.

When it's time to start, I won't be shy at all.