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After finishing dealing with Lei Sen, the detective watched the thunder turn into a ball of air and disappeared, he stood up with a heavy heart, walked to Neil's side and asked with concern, "You'll be fine if you just smash the mirror like this?"

Neil shook his head: "Who knows? We can't control so much now."

The detective smiled bitterly: "That's right."

"And I thought of a way." Neil licked his chapped lips and looked at the detective, "It's just a little dangerous." It's dangerous to go to God if you miss.

"It's nothing, you say." The detective shrugged, "Anyway, even if you don't do anything, you may not be able to live longer."

"That's right." Neil smiled. "Let's go to the living room and talk about it in detail."

"it is good."

The two returned to the living room. The detective first checked the wound of Mustache. When he saw that no new blood had penetrated the gauze, he let out a sigh of relief and said, "God bless, his bleeding has basically stopped!"

Then the detective took out two flat white pills from his pocket and fed them to Mustache.

Because they are engaged in a high-risk industry such as detectives, most of them will prepare some first-aid medicines on their bodies, such as a small roll of gauze, medical tape, hemostatic powder, and pain tablets.

According to the different tasks, sometimes it is expensive to order portable and pressure-resistant antibiotic injections.

After he dusted the mustache's wound with medicinal powder and bound it up, the two glanced at Li Liwei, who seemed to have turned into a wooden figure since Aite disappeared, and whispered to the two wind lamps:

"First of all, there are two female ghosts in this house."

Neil took two teacups, one on the left and one on the right.

"Secondly, the first of these two female ghosts is the real hostess of Jobert's Eye. She died tragically because her head was chopped off, and she became a ghost in the mirror. She killed Katilia Madame and temporarily borrowed Madame Catilla's head—"

Of course, it is said to be borrowed, but it is actually murder.

It seems that this guy is also a ghost level, with almost no humanity.

"Although she didn't hunt men, she only targeted the head of a beautiful woman, and promised that we would let us go as long as we found her head, but this condition needs to be questioned because she is a demon."

"And the second ghost is Mrs. Katilia, who was killed and turned into a resentful soul who was accidentally obsessed with the head.

She can move through any mirror in this mansion and spy on us. She has murderous intentions towards us and uses mirrors to create counterfeit goods, and wants our heads as collectibles. "

Neil pushed the teacup on one side a step forward, and the detective looked at him with a serious expression.

"It is also the priority to be solved now!"

"But, people... how can they beat ghosts...?"

"Of course, you haven't forgotten those corpses that were burned by fire." Toulan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the light was sharp, "After all, Mrs. Katilia is moving by her own corpse. Believe it or not, she is not afraid of fire!"

Even if she wasn't afraid, she had to find a way to consume her power, otherwise the two of them wouldn't be able to win in this place where there were mirrors hidden under the rug.

"Don't you think the nine rooms upstairs are strange?"

"You mean..."

Neil looked at him: "Nine rooms, nine people, wooden boxes are placed in the rooms, and ribbons are tied on the wooden boxes. What do you think it looks like?"

The detective turned pale, and spit out three words: "Collection."

Neil nodded: "Yes, it's collections. I guess those nine rooms are collection boxes for our nine heads.

In order to attract our attention, Etter tricked us into the opposite room where Chet's head was, and maybe the room that couldn't be opened at first contained his head. "

"Mrs. Katilia is very concerned about the head after turning into a monster. We can use this to pretend to destroy those collections to lure her into the room, and then set her on fire!"

"But she seems to be wandering in the T-shaped corridor."

"So." Neil said, "This is where I said it was dangerous."

"My plan is for the two of us to take a painted mirror and be responsible for covering the other person going up the stairs, deliberately exposing ourselves in the mirror, and when the female ghost passes by, we will break the mirror and leave the place and pretend to run away .

Those who go upstairs should also bring a mirror, and after entering the previous room against time, sprinkle the oil of the kerosene lamp on the curtains or furniture, and then place the mirror at a safe distance to attract the female ghost to protect the head.

When the female ghost passed by, immediately light the kerosene lamp and smash the mirror, so as not to let the female ghost have a chance to transfer, close the door, and burn her to death in one fell swoop! "

The detective's eyes flickered: "There is no window in the upstairs room!"

Before Neil could answer, he asked and answered by himself, and said excitedly, "Yes, no!"

The detectives in this mansion searched countless times for clues, and the room type and location were very clear. He still vaguely remembered that the room opposite the study was a billiard room!

Although the billiard room doesn't have any good combustion aids, there is wine in the billiard room!

Those wines cannot be burned, but the high concentration of vodka is enough to support the combustion!

"Great, great! We have hope!"

The detective was pleasantly surprised. To be honest, he had an adventurous spirit in his bones, otherwise he would not have done this job.

For him, he is not afraid of danger, but he is afraid that there will be no breakthrough, no arrangement, no plan!

"The one in charge of the cover needs good skills and enough physical strength." The detective asked Neil with suppressed joy: "I have good skills and I have specially practiced, and my physical strength is not bad now, but my ribs are injured. What about you? How about you?" Sample?"

"Hey." Neil showed a mouthful of white teeth, "My injuries are minor, and my physical strength is fine. I may be worse than you in my skills, but I can run fast!"

How many times have I been chased by ghosts, he is a professional in chasing battles!

Detective: "Then—"

Neil: "I'm in charge of luring, you are in charge of going upstairs!"

Detective: "Good!"

There was no time to waste, and the two of them directly covered Mustache and Liliwei with the tablecloth on the dining table. Although the living room was safe for the time being, covering the cloth might not be able to confuse the female ghost, but it was also a psychological comfort.

Neil and the detective are going out on an adventure, and they really can't take them with them.

He picked up the wind lantern, held the short dagger in his hand, and carried the small mirror on his chest.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other and went upstairs firmly together. In this era without walkie-talkies and telephones, to successfully lure the female ghost away, they must first determine the location of the female ghost.

Walking up the stairs, the two crouched in the corner and looked towards the French window corridor. Last time they were startled by the curtains and didn't notice when the female ghost followed them. This time, the two mainly looked at the ceiling. After a while, the sharp-eyed detective shook Neil's arm vigorously, and silently pointed him to a place.

It was the window opposite the junction of the T-shaped corridor. Amidst the flying gauze, a headless female ghost like a praying mantis was lying on the ceiling above the window, and there was a mirror attached to the ceiling.

The female ghost silently looked at the small mirror. Although she had no head, it gave people a feeling as if she was looking at something through the mirror...

'She's looking for us. '

Neal lip-syncs to the detective.

'Let's start now. '

The detective also gestured twice.

'Um. '

Neil nodded. Now that he had determined the location of the female ghost, he went downstairs to avoid the mirror and head for the backyard, looking for a place far away.

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