I'm on the big guy cookbook

For the seven rooms upstairs, they all opened the doors for safety, so that they can escape easily.

So it stands to reason that it is impossible to have the door open again.

The only one that didn't open was the rich merchant's room.

But, but the rich merchants are all dead...

How could a dead man stand up and talk?

The voice of the man in the corridor seemed to be stuck in phlegm, with a strange laugh in his throat, and his speech was slurred.

Half of Neil's body was numb when he heard it. When his mind was blank, someone grabbed his arm so hard that Neil regained his senses with a cry of pain, and looked up at the woman's hand in astonishment.

The one holding Neil's forearm was the wife of a wealthy businessman.

One side of her face was bruised and swollen, and the other side was stained with dried blood. Her eyes protruded as if they were about to be squeezed out of their sockets. She stared at Neil with chattering teeth and let out a voice: "It's my husband..."

Neil didn't hear clearly: "What?"

The rich businessman's wife almost burst into tears: "This voice, yes, is my husband. Before he died, he said that he...has a tickle in his throat, that's the tone..."

Neil: "..." Damn it!

He suddenly turned around and headed for the door, but before he had time to remind others loudly, he heard someone who couldn't help but look out and yelled cursingly:

"Ah, the dead are resurrected!"

"It's a rich businessman! He's in the hallway!!!"

"Run—"

"Go fart, close the door!"

"what--"

In the corridor, there were more than one running sound of 'dong dong dong', as well as frightened screams.

The rich businessman's room is in the middle of the corridor, and those who are close to the stairs can run from behind him to the first floor, but those inside are miserable. They can only close the door tightly and push all the furniture in the room to block the door, for fear that the thing will break the door Come in.

"Close the door!"

The painter on the opposite side reminded him and closed the door with a 'bang'. Neil didn't dare to delay and blocked the door, and pushed the bed to the door together with the rich businessman's wife.

During this period, Francis crossed his arms and watched with cold eyes.

Perhaps trying to persuade him to help, the rich businessman's wife raised her eyes, but just caught a glimpse of that indifferent and handsome face, her narrow and half-closed eyes fixed on her accurately from top to bottom.

At that moment, it was as if the scythe of the god of death scraped close to the back, bringing the omen of death!

The rich businessman's wife shrank her eyes and did not dare to open her mouth.

Through the door, there was a knock on the door in the corridor.

"Dong dong dong."

"Open the door, it's my turn...hehe, it's my turn..."

"Boom boom boom!"

In the room, people who were far away from the door huddled together, staring at the life-threatening door with wide eyes in horror.

One door didn't open, and the dead rich businessman knocked on the second one, muttering the same lines.

But no one is a fool, the person knocking on the door is definitely not a human being, it would be strange to be able to open the door!

When the dead rich businessman knocked on the door of Neil's room, because he heard that he didn't knock on the door all the way and left without opening the door, Neil was not so afraid, and even thought of joking with Francis in a low voice.

Neil: "Hey, Aris."

Francis looked down at him.

Neil: "Tell me, does it sound like he knocks on the widow's door at night?"

Francis: "..."

Neil: "Knocking on the door without saying anything, but impatiently saying 'it's my turn, it's my turn', poof!"

Francis: "..."

The cold-blooded Duke of Blood looked sideways at his little pet. From this angle, he could see his blond hair, his upturned nose, and his deep shoulder sockets.

When the young man raised his head and spoke to him, the blue eyes with drooping corners that were too gentle were bent, clear and flawless.

The shoulder was pressed against his arm, and the human body temperature continued to warm the vampire's cold body through the fabric.

like germs.

Infected in the chest.

I don't know why...Francis suddenly smelled a sweet smell in the air, and some kind of joyous feeling jumped in his heart...

What's wrong with me?

The handsome duke with black hair and snow skin frowned and looked thoughtful.

Seeing that his dirty jokes didn't make Francis laugh, Neil made the big guy's face even worse. He stopped laughing resentfully and focused on his 'experience'.

After a while, someone stepped on the wooden board to leave the door, and the rich businessman's voice disappeared.

gone?

Neil, like everyone else in the room, didn't foolishly choose to open the door.

After a while, it seemed that he had finally realized that his hopes had come to naught. The faint sigh dissipated in the corridor, and there was no more movement after that.

"Whoo~"

Neil let out a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, I didn't open the door early and go out."

The wealthy businessman's wife in the room hugged her son and curled up in a corner, and she also relaxed a lot.

"But I still have to go out and take a look. According to the number of people, at least three of us are not human, and now there is another rich businessman who cheated on the corpse."

Neil thought for a while and asked Francis, "If we stay huddled in the room, can we leave at dawn?"

It was rare for Francis to be distracted when he heard this, and he withdrew his thoughts, and cast a faint glance, "No."

Neil: ...I knew it!

It seems that Francis' blood is not so easy to get.

But without Francis' blood, he would become a mummy.

Alas, in order to survive, I can only fight!

"Anyway, find out the ghost who is in our midst first!"

……

Seven more people were added to the room full of people in the bearded man, and there was not even room to turn around in the room that was not enough.

After Neil persuaded the painter and the others to come with him to the bearded man's room, he cut straight to the point.

"We have to take the initiative to find a way to get out of here!"

Neil looked at the frightened chicken-like crowd, and said softly: "It's only a few hours, and there is still such a long time before dawn, we just died one person, saw the dead wandering in the corridor, and there were even three 'ghosts'. 'Waiting for opportunities to kill among us, if we don't find clues to find out the ghosts among us, we may not survive the dawn."

The bearded man and the others remained silent.

Only the painter nodded slightly, he agreed with the statement of the noble young man.

Someone retorted: "It's easy for you to say, but we won't be able to beat it if we find it out. It's better to shrink in the room—"

Neil: "If you find it, you can't fight it, but at least you can hide. If you can't find it, who the hell knows if it's a companion or a ghost hiding in the room with you? If it's the latter, you still have your life to hide?"

"..." Everyone was at a loss for words.

The painter also persuaded: "Yes, those ghosts wanted to hide among us and kill us one by one. Now that we have many people, we can still resist. If that thing pretends to be clever, only one living person and three people will be left in the end." Ghost, when the time comes..."

"hiss--"

Thinking of a certain scene, everyone took a breath.

"But, but there are ghosts outside, how to find them? There are no clues."

"And all of us passed through each other's identities, and we didn't find any flaws."

"Yeah, it's too difficult."

"You are good at observing the human body. Do you remember the first person you saw?"

The bearded man asked the painter, with hope in his eyes.

The painter shook his head: "I didn't write it all down..." It was impossible for him to stare at everyone's face, it would be impolite and easy to get beaten.

Beard and the others looked disappointed.

"So, no matter how much you say, it's useless!"

Someone complained, but the painter could not refute and fell silent.

Neil remembered one thing: "This ghost appeared in the abandoned villa, so the ghost must be the ghost of this house. They may have been the owner of the villa before they were alive. In this case, we found notes, portraits, or signatures of the owner of the room. Wouldn’t it be enough to send letters and the like?!”

The painter's eyes lit up: "Yes! This is a good way!"

The bearded man rubbed his chin and thought deeply: "Yes, as long as you have lived in the villa, it is impossible not to leave traces, even the payment bill must have a name."

With a solution, everyone whispered excitedly.

Although there are still a few who are unwilling to take the risk, they would rather stay in the room at the risk of sharing the room with ghosts.

But Neil was already very satisfied, those people on the previous cruise ship couldn't even escape.

To say the credit, hehe, he must be the first-class credit!

Thinking of this, Neil looked at Francis with a serious face.

NEIL (serious face): Stare at—

Francis: ?

Neil (expression gradually becomes 0V0): Compliment me.

Francis: ...

Neil: Quick!boast!I!

Francis: ………

…laugh.

stupid stuff.

His Excellency the Grand Duke Aris was disgusted in his heart, but the corners of his lips were slightly curved and pointed.

The indifferent and ruthless narrow red pupils are much, much gentler.

Your Excellency the Grand Duke doesn't know yet, there is a word called: 'Stupid enough to be cute naturally'

There is another word called: 'Being cute! '

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good night.

Be gentle today, tomorrow...

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