I'm on the big guy cookbook

In fact, from the beginning, the answer is hidden in the details.

Like a flower in the mist, the haze is also obvious.

For example, to be able to buy and maintain a villa in the Middle Ages, the owner must be a rich man.

For example, all of them have very ordinary family backgrounds, and only a wealthy businessman's family may have such financial resources.

For example, in the maid's notes, it says: The new master doesn't know how to run a business, he always scolds people, the servants in the family are gradually dismissed, and the last servant is probably gone.

Another example is when the wife of a wealthy businessman introduced herself to everyone, she once said: Her husband is not doing well, so she and her husband moved to live nearby.

And the rich businessman really has a bad temper. When the rich businessman's wife helped Neil move things to block the door, she didn't look like a noble lady in the slightest.

She worked very skillfully, and Neil saw that her hands were covered with calluses, but the situation was special at that time, and he was busy dealing with the immediate crisis after just one glance.

Thinking about it now, she must have done a lot of work.

why?

Because her husband is extremely stingy and has a cold and irritable personality, he dismissed the servants in order to reduce expenses, and pushed all the housework at home to his wife, a free labor force.Huo~(￣▽￣～)~grid

Many things, if you look back, you can find clues.

Even, they are laid out in front of people's eyes, but people can't see them.

Neil gritted his teeth, his cheek muscles puffed up, and he blamed himself a little.

If only he had thought of these...

"People who are merciful always think too much."

The lazy and gorgeous voice sounded in his left ear, which startled Neil. As soon as he turned his head, he saw Francis' flawless side face covered by black hair covering the tips of his ears.

The scarlet eyes rolled, quietly reflecting the young man with blond hair and blue eyes.

"There are always such people in human beings. They bear the burden because they are strong, and they are strong because they bear the burden. They are the uncrowned kings of the species, and they are also the sad ones who go to the death. They are finally hanged and their own responsibilities."

Neil realized after a while, embarrassed: "I'm not that great..."

Francis: "They're still delicious."

Neil: "..." Boss, are you serious?

The corners of Neil's mouth twitched slightly after noticing that Francis' handsome face was very serious and even had a hint of aftertaste in his eyes.

But think about it carefully, from Aris tricking him into signing a contract, living in Redthorn Castle, finding so many scary and supernatural places to train him, and making it so complicated, in fact... um...

Fuck, it’s really just for one bite!

Neil: ...

Neil: ... At this moment, I actually feel so sad for Francis, who hasn't eaten for 200 years?

"cough!"

Neil coughed dryly and suppressed a smile. He knew that Aris would not say unnecessary words for no reason, and after mouthing thank you to Francis' side face, he felt a lot more relaxed.

He put his hands in his arms.

Neil took off his coat and sat on it for Francis. He was only wearing a shirt and a small waistcoat. A small inner pocket for a pocket watch would be sewn inside the medieval waistcoat. At this time, there was a maid's small notebook in it.

The name 'Lipe' in the notebook may become his greatest trump card!

The blue pupils swept across the faces of everyone present, and Neil firmly thought:

Whoever Master Lip is, he'll find out!Protect the remaining living!

"Upstairs... shall we still go?"

The silent Reina suddenly spoke. She looked at the survivors sitting together with a look of confusion on her face. In fact, after hearing Neil's words, everyone except Neil and Francis now have almost the same expressions. .

What are ghosts?

What is life and death?

They were probably already dead.

"Let's go and have a look."

"Yeah, there's nothing to be afraid of. I want to know the truth now more than death."

"Knowing the truth... we are set free..."

Ansel, the painter, the bearded man, and the man who was not in good spirits stood up staggeringly, their eyes were like dry well water, a puppet without a soul, and extremely firm, like a trapped animal's last fight.

They raised their heads at the same time, looking along the dilapidated stairs, their sights were engulfed in the dark entrance of the second floor.

Alas... Neil sighed and stood up too.

"Let's go! Let's find an answer."

If the people on the second floor are all dead, then the last ghost must be among them.

If the people on the second floor are still 'alive', maybe the ghosts are there, they are all living people

Although everyone knows this idea is self-deception, but the slender spider silk is grasped in the palm of the hand, and the desire to climb up comes from instinct.

Neil suddenly thought of the caretaker on the ground, and said to them, "Let's take the caretaker up there too, it's too dangerous for him to be downstairs alone due to injury."

"okay."

The painter nodded when he heard the words, and walked over to lift the administrator up, but he squatted down and just stretched out his hand to help him up and put it on his shoulders, but within a moment, his back stiffened and he let go, causing the administrator to fall back.

Boom!

The heavy body fell on the wooden board, making a muffled sound.

The painter turned his back to them, and the back of his hanging hand trembled slightly.

Everyone jumped up and down, their fragile nerves were tense, thinking that something happened again, their faces were pale and they didn't dare to go over to check casually.

Neil carefully looked at the painter's back from a distance, and asked in a low voice, "Painter, what's wrong?"

The painter squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "He is dead..."

"Admin, he's dead"

"..."

"..."

The heavy air filled up, and another life quietly disappeared among them, the skin on the bearded face twitched thinly, the cloudy eyes widened, and the thick lips collided up and down, "I killed someone, I killed someone ’ he kept saying.

There was heavy rain, rumbling thunder.

The voice of the bearded man choking in panic was like sad piano music, playing strangely and sadly in the empty room.

Neil's Tianyang acupoint twitched and he squeezed Francis' arm tightly.And Francis looked at him coldly from the side, as if smelling something, a gleam of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he didn't make a sound.

quite a while.

"Oh, let's go."

Ansel let out a faint sigh, and went to help the painter who was squatting on the ground.

"Don't feel sorry for him." Ansel looked at the painter's sad side face, and said softly with some emotion: "In the current situation, compared with the rest of us, death is happiness."

No one refuted what she said.

The painter also understood. Seeing him standing up with his head bowed, everyone calmed down and held up the candles in their hands. Neil and Francis took the lead. The bearded man and the man in a trance were in the middle. The three painters finally walked up to the second floor step by step. steps.

The light source moves with people, gradually illuminating the faint corridor.

Neil took a deep breath of the moldy air, and exchanged glances with the people behind him. After cheering silently, Neil silently said "I have Aris, I have Aris" and then rushed quickly to the ten people who had been with them before they left. room, and quickly opened the door!

squeak.

The door opened, but no one was inside.

The chairs and beds in the room remained as they were originally, and dense footprints were stamped out on the thick dust on the wooden boards, which proved that there were indeed people here before, and it wasn't that Neil opened the wrong door.

The painter and others who followed Neil looked at the empty room in amazement.

"How did this happen?" Reina clasped her hands nervously, "What about people, are they all ghosts!? Then, aren't we..."

"No——" Ansel suddenly broke out, and shouted at Lena with red eyes: "No! They must have encountered the same thing as us, so they hid in another room!"

"Can……"

"Can you stop talking, you are annoying, do you know that you are annoying!"

"..."

"From the beginning, I wanted to tell you that I hate you the most, a high-ranking young lady who doesn't understand anything and doesn't consider other people's feelings! Shut up, mother!"

"..."

Reina was stunned by Ansel's sudden outburst.

Neil and the painter were also shocked by her yelling.

The sweet-looking Ansel sneered at Lena with tears in her eyes, stared at Lena for a while, and then she turned around suddenly and opened the doors one by one.

She kicked the door of the old room almost with all her strength, and when she found no one, she went to the next room, even the rich businessman's room. Before Neil could react, she had already opened the door. three.

"Ansel!"

In order to stop Ansel, the painter rushed to hug her, and then slapped Ansel.

With a snap, the artist was stunned.

Ansel sneered coldly: "Go away, you liar who cheats on feelings!"

painter:"……"

Neil: "..."

Well done, he would have said, had it not been inopportune!

Labor and management are most annoyed by this kind of emotional indecision, this one loves the other and can't let go, she is just my sister, a scumbag pretending to be a warm boy!

Tsk tsk, overturned.

Neil ate a mouthful of melon, the painter stood there in a daze covering his face, while Ansel continued to open the door madly, and opened all the doors in a blink of an eye.

Seven rooms, seven doors.

There is no light to patronize, and the dark rooms are like the gates of hell where ghosts will jump out one after another. It is a pity...they are empty of each of them.

Maybe those people are ghosts, innocent people who died in the villa a long time ago.

After they solved the mystery, the female ghost was also the death of the rich businessman's wife, and they also lost their original confusing meaning, so the ghost of the rich businessman made them disappear.

"...how could this be...how could this be!"

Ansel, who was knocked down by reality, knelt and knelt in the corridor, and suddenly fell to the ground and burst into tears, her thin back revealing her hoarseness and breakdown.

Lena squatted next to her, and before she could speak, she began to cry too.

"Don't cry." The painter approached them and stretched out his hand to comfort them, but thinking of Ansel's words, his hand hesitated in the air for a while, then retracted with a sigh.

Neil was not too disappointed, because he had a hunch that this would be the result.

He looked at Francis next to him, and mouthed: I may soon know the final answer.

Francis nodded indifferently, and opened his mouth: Do it.

In two simple words, with a strong sense of security and confidence, he told Neil that all this was just a small scene, that the sky was falling, and that Francis could support him with one hand and let him continue to surf.

Neil raised the corners of his lips and smiled tiredly.

"Everyone listen to me first."

Neil called them to focus on himself with a hoarse voice that hadn't drunk water for a long time, and then deliberately took out the book from his arms for everyone to read.

"I actually found the maid's notebook. Although I didn't have time to read it carefully, it contained a lot of little habits and oral addictions that the owner of the villa didn't know about. Next, as long as I follow the clues in this notebook to ask you questions, it will be very easy. Soon you will be able to tell who the owner of the villa is!"

The crying stopped abruptly.

The two girls raised their heads at once, staring at the notebook in Neil's hands, with renewed hope in their eyes.

The expressions of the painter and the bearded man were almost the same, while the muddle-headed man was still immersed in his own world dully.

"Really? Great!"

"Why didn't you take it out sooner..."

"Find them quickly! I can't stand it for a second!"

...It seems that there is no flaw in the expression.Neil is not disappointed, because he still has a big move.

Neil raised a confident smile: "Of course it's true, let's go downstairs. I forgot about this just now, only we can lock the target faster, and a few questions can find out the ghost hiding among us." , when the time comes, let my friend—you know how powerful he is, my friend will destroy ghosts!"

The bearded man frowned: "Your friend? Isn't he a nobleman? How to eliminate ghosts."

The painter explained to him in a low voice: "You don't know, he was the one who destroyed the female ghost. He seems to have some kind of witchcraft, and he burned the female ghost to ashes in the blink of an eye."

The bearded man was pleasantly surprised: "Really, that's great!"

Lena and Ansel also knew how powerful that calm man was, and like a flower that was about to die in the sun, it was suddenly moistened by a drizzle, and the bright eyebrows and eyes of the flowers were stretched.

"Come on, let's go downstairs!"

The two girls were even more anxious than Neil, wishing to carry him away on the left and the right.

Neil waved his hand, politely refused the approach of the two girls, and pretended to be full of complacency to appease them, and called everyone to go downstairs.

Because of the location where they came up and the narrowness of the corridor, after turning around, Neil and Francis were at the end, but the front had changed, with two girls approaching them, the mentally ill man in the middle, and the painter and the bearded man at the front.

The girl urged anxiously and joyfully, making the corridor a little more anxious.

Those who walked in front not only had to protect the candles from being extinguished amid the sound of urging, but also paid attention to the worn wooden boards under their feet and passed the stairs.

At this moment, everyone was defenseless and distracted.

Living people are full of thoughts about going downstairs, catching ghosts, and surviving.

And a real ghost not only has to think about whether there is really a problem with himself, how to pass the clues in the notebook in his hand downstairs, but also how to deal with the sudden "witchcraft" in the team, who has already killed a companion Francis.

Looking at the back of their heads, Neil thought to himself:

this moment!

Just the best time!

He clenched his palms tightly to give himself courage, then opened his mouth and shouted in the most common and stable voice:

"Master Lip."

The bearded man and the painter subconsciously turned their heads at the same time.

[The author has something to say:.

[Decryption]: As for the seven people, nine of them are strangers to each other, and seven rooms are not enough for strangers, so we suspect the number of people from here.

Why it must be seven people: At the beginning, Neil was not sure that it was seven people, but he just followed the idea of ​​2 people in one room and one person in one room, assuming that a lot of words like rhetorical questions and ifs are used in the article to describe everyone being together guess the truth

During the deduction process, Neil remembered that he once said that Francis should praise him, that the room was very popular, those who did not know each other had to squeeze together, and those who knew him had to squeeze together to sleep together temporarily.

But Francis said: enough sleep.

It means 'you can sleep according to your usual habits without rushing and squeezing'

In this way, a wealthy businessman including a family is nine people

In his later inferences, he assumed that there were a large number of problems in the number of people, and concluded that the people he knew were not necessarily living people. After removing the fixed thinking, he deduced that the wealthy businessman's family was the owner of the villa.

And the rest of the people are neither family members, relatives or lovers, and they usually don't sleep together.

So it is determined that 7 people

Although Neil is a sand sculpture, he is really a growing dark horse hero. We Pippini also has many shining points. Not only did he die once but also died of illness, so the soul can enter Francis' eyes.

My favorite anime [Fantasy Front] episode 12 has a line describing the male protagonist: "You are just like what you think, you are indeed an ordinary boy, gentle, sunny, and nagging like everyone else. There is You have a strong sense of justice, you are considerate of your partners, and you are honest. Although you are not aware of all this, your 'ordinary' is generally regarded as brave or noble in the world."

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