I'm on the big guy cookbook

"When we looked back, we saw their face wax falling down as if it had melted. There was no blood... It was like a large piece of yellow pus, which fell on the ground and splashed all over us. The smell was very stinky and stinky. ..."

"Everyone was terrified at the time, and the lights went out inexplicably. In the panic, everyone wrestled together, and they all wanted to climb up...I didn't know who knocked me down to the ground. When I touched it, I even touched the knife...I Very happy, I grabbed my weapon and slashed at the place where the sound was faintly making a sound in the darkness!

...Woo, at that time, I only remembered killing, killing and killing in my head. When the sound below the cellar subsided, I lit the lamp and took a look... only to find that I was the only one who could stand. "

"The corpses of four people from my hometown are on the ground. The administrator's arm was cut off. The one next to me - he was knocked out with a wooden stick. The mother and child also disappeared. It may be..."

"I came back to my senses later and felt that this must be a ghost's conspiracy! It wants us to kill each other!"

"The administrator's arm was probably... I cut it off..."

"me……"

Recalling the scene at that time made Beard look painful, and he fell into the past.

Until the fire on the cigarette burned his fingers.As soon as he trembled, the cigarette butt fell to the ground, and sparks fell out, and he became quite sober.

Obviously, Big Beard was once a shrewd and smooth middle-aged man, but now he is on the verge of collapse.

His cloudy eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, and tears overflowed his eyes. He looked at Neil as if asking for help, and said loudly, "It's not my fault, right? The ghost must have put the knife in my hand on purpose. It really wasn't my fault, right?" wrong?!"

"..." Neil watched him open his mouth, and finally couldn't say anything, he could only say "um".

And the bearded man didn't want him to say anything, he covered his face and smiled frantically, and said repeatedly: "I knew it wasn't my fault, I knew it."

Sitting next to him with his knees hugged, another strange man with bruises and purple scars on his forehead was also in an extremely bad state of mind, his eyes were dull as if he was stupid.

Neil and his party couldn't bear to watch more, fell into silence, and couldn't tell what it was like for a while.

The encounter between the bearded man and the administrator made them feel hopeless, and even the joy of eliminating a female ghost has faded a lot. This house is so terrible, it seems that they are going to be imprisoned to death!

A clear voice came from the frozen air.

"Sit down for a while, let's sort out our thoughts and have a rest."

Neil said helplessly to the dejected crowd, sat down first, then untied his coat and covered it on the ground, looked up at Francis, "Aris, you sit on my clothes, it's not dirty, you stand for a long time gone."

With a slightly startled expression, Francis lowered his head and glanced at the pair of blue eyes, and landed on the bedclothes on the floor.

Neil urged him, "It's really not dirty."

"……Um."

A few seconds later, the lofty Duke fell to the ground, squatting on the floor like an ordinary person, with his long legs bent up, looking like he had nowhere to rest.

However, his expression softened, as if the ice had melted away.

Even Neil secretly put his paws in the crook of his arms, but Francis just hooked the corners of his lips and did not push away.

……Um?

Did not push away!

Neil's blue dog eyes lit up, sweeping away the depression just now, the blond hair on his head wished to shine!

The painter next to him was gnashing his teeth and his cheeks tense as he watched the joyful appearance of being immersed in love.

After everyone was seated, Neil first sorted out his thoughts in his head, then asked Aris to verify some things in a low, cheeky voice, and then slowly told them.

"Suppose, the background of this story is like this."

Neil slowed down his voice and slowly said:

"It turns out that there is actually a villa on this mountain, and there are several people living in the villa. I don't know how many years ago, and then there was an accident in this family. The owner's family encountered misfortune on a rainy night, and this accident caused the owner of the villa to Many members of the family have become ghosts."

"On weekdays, they will disappear together with the villa, and they will only appear on specific rainy nights, attracting people who are hiding from the rain by chance to come here by mistake, or use hallucinations and terror to make people kill each other, or make them do some specific things, You have to meet the conditions to kill them."

The painter heard the words and said: "This is how rich businessmen should die."

Neil nodded: "Yes, the female ghost we eliminated may be the murderer. The rich businessman doesn't look very kind, and he has abused his wife and children, so he heard the female ghost's question when he was sleeping vaguely. I thought it was my wife, so I gave the wrong answer."

"You eliminated a female ghost!" The bearded man was agitated when he heard Neil's previous words, but before anyone answered him, he lost his mind again, muttering: "What's the use of eliminating one, there are two more."

Neil comforted him: "It doesn't have to be two."

The bearded man stared wide-eyed: "Really?"

The painter and others were also surprised.

Neil: "Well, really, because maybe more."

Bearded man: "..."

Painter and others: "...Why do you say that."

"Because..." Neil looked at Francis' profile and whispered softly, "Because, the room is enough..."

Francis had told him this clue from the beginning, but he didn't listen to it at the time.

Lena, who was uneasy from the beginning, was keenly aware that the young man's next words might subvert her cognition. She leaned close to the painter for a sense of security and asked:

"What kind of clue is the room enough, and how do you know?"

"This is a clue, and it's a confirmed clue. But I can't tell you how it came about. I can only guarantee that it is absolutely true." After all, this clue came from Aris.

"Well, we believe you, you continue to talk."

The painter agrees.

The others have no objection. At this time, Neil, who seems to be the most able to bear it, has obviously become their reliance, and they can only believe like headless chickens.

Some people, even though they are laughing, unreliable and joking on weekdays, are strong, brave, reliable, kind and smart in times of crisis.

It is almost the sun in the dark, the candle that guides the direction.

In the eyes of everyone, the current Neil is such a person.

In the eyes of Francis, it is also true.

Only he didn’t think so, and Neil, who simply felt that he was a sand sculpture, took a deep breath, and announced his guess to the haggard-faced people who had been tossing all night:

"What if the painter said that there were three more people in the beginning? What if the ghost deceived the painter with hallucinations?"

Leina didn't like others to say bad things about the painter, and when she was about to refute, the painter quickly stopped her.

Neil snapped his fingers: "There are 21 people in seven rooms, and one room is enough for three people; there are fourteen people in seven rooms, and one room for two people is enough; and seven rooms... what about seven people? Isn't one room enough for one person?" points?"

The bearded man stared wide-eyed: "Seven, seven people?"

Neil: "Yes!"

"Think about it, the villa didn't appear in a day. The administrator said that the previous administrator had seen it, which means that the villa has existed for at least several years, and people who come down from the mountain to shelter from the rain on rainy nights... also It's not just us."

Everyone: "..." They have a bad feeling!

And soon, this premonition became true!

Neil: "Since the owner of the villa can become a ghost in the empty house, what about the people who died here before us?

Had they also become ghosts, part of the empty house?

It is said that some ghosts don't know that they are dead unless someone reminds them of it. Maybe that's the case. Those innocent passers-by who died before us mingled among us and thought they were 'alive'. "

"!!!"

Neil didn't see the people whose expressions gradually changed to panic when they heard his words. They frowned and tried various possibilities in their minds. When a certain idea was connected, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed across his mind.

Neil froze.

Yes, yes!

You can do that too.

Why didn't he think of it sooner!

He raised his head in surprise and said: "I understand! The rich merchant's family is actually the ghost of the villa! The death of the rich merchant is just a foreshadowing, which makes us have the mentality of 'the victim cannot be the murderer'! It makes us unable to doubt the identity of the female ghost. Rich merchant's wife and son!"

In this way, the words in the maid's notebook are also correct. The owner of the villa is also a rich man, and he has a bad temper!

"But the female ghost was burned to death..."

Ansel murmured.

"So, didn't the bearded and the others say that the rich businessman's wife disappeared?"

Neil asked back.

"This……"

Ansel had nothing to say against it.

The painter added: "This is actually good news. It shows that the only ghosts we really want to eliminate are the rich businessman and that child."

Everyone nodded silently.

"We used to fall into a blind spot in our thinking, thinking that those who don't know each other must be ghosts." Neil stroked his chin and pondered for a moment, "If we take this premise away and replace it with the fact that everyone is untrustworthy, then this will prevail. -"

"Hmm...whether the group of people upstairs are alive or not, to be honest, I don't know, so I'm just guessing based on the rest of us for the time being."

"Assume that the number of living people is 7."

"Then." Neil swallowed, looking at the bearded painter Ansel Reina and the others in front of him, his palms sweating, "You who are sitting here may have already..."

long dead.

"...

..................... "

Kacha-!

White light flashed, and thunder tore through the rainy night.

The light illuminated the painter Ansel Reina and the pale face with the beard, and everyone felt chills. After hearing Neil's step-by-step speculation as if solving a problem, dense layers of goosebumps appeared.

It turned out that they had long been surrounded by demons, or were demons.

The dead and the living, the empty house and the ghost, the candlelight and them... The familiar scene seems to be back to the original point.

They looked at their companions, their hearts were full of doubts, and they couldn't help but think of the same question:

Who is alive?

Who is already dead in the past?

Under the terrifying ratio of the dead without knowing it, and only seven survivors out of 21 people.

I---

Are you still alive?

[The author has something to say:

Almost two more chapters to end the empty house script

Call ~

good night.

[Tomorrow, if the collection can reach 1900, I will add more (knowing that it is impossible, so I brought it up, hee hee)]

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