I'm on the big guy cookbook

She said: I saw your feet through the crack of the door below.

She said: Open the door for me, you just stand in front of the door, right?

She said: Neil, you answer me, Neil.

Neil stood at the door, his feet glued to the floor by the sight that squeezed in through the crack of the door, and the blood below his ankles was frozen cold and heavy, as if frozen in ice.

He seemed to be able to see something crawling and crouching outside the door, its face pressed against the ground and squeezed out of shape. After hearing his refusal to open the door, a pair of eyes and a grinning mouth He smiled strangely at his feet in the crack of the door.

It saw through his fears and lies...

Neil didn't dare to step back, didn't dare to bend down, and also lay on the ground to look outside, to check the authenticity of the other party's words.

He was afraid that when he got down on the ground, he would just see a smiling and deformed face in the gap.

The other party may be waiting for him to see.

"Neil...Neil...Neil..."

The voice of dissatisfaction tirelessly shouted every sentence in a low voice, and the voice came from a position close to the ground.

Grass……

Cold sweat slid from his forehead to his eye sockets, and Neil, whose piercing eyes hurt, took a deep breath, and then let it out.

He lifted his almost unconscious foot, and took a small step back weakly with all his strength, while still comforting himself in his heart.

'Calm down, Neil, calm down. '

'It can't get in, back up, yes...just back to the safe area...'

When he retreated back to the bed, the tense nerves and muscles relaxed, and the fear also weakened. From a little distance away, it could be seen that the crack of the door was indeed blocked by something. Thinking of the thing still looking at him, Neil His stomach pouch kept churning, and the pain was so painful that he wanted to vomit.

"Neil—"

"Neil—"

Probably because he noticed that Neil had retreated, the other party anxiously stretched the tune, sounding a little urgent and resentful.

Neil wiped his face, wiped off the sweat, and cursed twice without confidence: "Scream, scream! Get out! Labor and management don't see anyone today! I won't open it for you!"

There was silence outside the door again.

For about 5 minutes, the dark stuff stuck in the crack under the door disappeared.

"Huh~ scares me to death."

Neil was relieved when he found out, and was looking at Francis proudly, indicating that he could handle it by himself.

But after getting a meaningful smile from Francis, there was another voice outside the door.

But this time it was not Funa, but Anxi.

The energetic, playful and lovely voice yelled happily, even chatting and laughing with 'Furna' from outside Neil's room.

[Anxi]: "Funa, what are you doing outside the boy's room with fruit in your hand?"

[Funa] said in a shy voice, "Here... I'll come and see Neil. He helped me last time and agreed to bring him some fruit."

[Anxi]'s voice teased: "Oh~~~~ So that's the case, haha, then why don't you go in?"

[Funa] wronged: "Neil won't open the door for me..."

[Anxi] comforted her: "Huh? No, I'll call him for you."

[Funa]: "Okay..."

The conversation between the two ended, and someone knocked on the door panel.

[Anxi] shouted: "Neil, are you there, please open the door quickly, hehe."

Neil: "..."

Neil: "..."

He applauded blankly: "Awful criticism, social society—damn, if labor and management hadn't seen your dead body, labor and management would have believed your ghost!!!"

"..."

"You don't look stupid, you don't look stupid!"

"..."

"Are you on the Deyun Club at the university, huh?"

"..."

"Give me a whole stand-up comedy across the door, and I—"

"..."

"Don't move around here, Dad will buy you an orange, Xiu'er!"

Damn, if I don't speak, I'm really stupid!

Neil laughed angrily at the guy outside the door.

After confirming that they couldn't come in, he let go, and taunted the door like a storm.

After hearing his words, there was a dead silence outside the door, followed by frantic knocking on the door from embarrassment.

"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom."

Neil sneered, and dubbed it in the room: "Hit it, hit it, hit it."

"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom."

"Hit it, hit it, hit it."

"Boom boom boom——"

"Hit and beat—"

The ghost outside the door: ...

Neil smiled evilly: Come on, hurt each other, I have one more word than you.

The ghost outside the door: ... Are you a devil when you step on a horse? ? ?

Grand Duke Francis, who opened up the room and illegally decorated it, was handsome and picturesque, sitting on a chair, he put his hand to his lips when he saw this scene, and suppressed a smile.

His Neil is so cute.

After failing one after another, the ghost outside the door kicked the door a few times angrily, and then probably left, and there was no other sound.

Neil finally restrained his smile, and carefully wrote down the clues in his heart: ghosts will trick people out after passing the gate during the day, the room is safe, there are more than one ghost, and they may not interfere with each other, or they may be in a competitive relationship.

If they could help each other and hunt humans together, the ghost at the door wouldn't turn into Anxi to lie to him.

After all, the ghost hidden in the wall of Funa's room knows that he found Anxi's body...

Neil bit his finger and pondered.

"Rose Apartment has rules for living people, maybe ghosts too..."

"If they can only prey on the ones in their own rooms, no, no, the ghosts in my room have been eliminated by Aris, but there will still be others at the door to lure me out..."

"So it should be: the ghosts in each room can prey on the people in their own room in the room. If they are not in that room, they can't enter the room. They need to lure humans to the corridor to hunt. Ghosts and ghosts belong to competition. relation--"

"The perfect answer."

The lazy and smiling words sounded from the other side accompanied by the sound of clapping hands three times.

Neil turned to look at Francis.

Francis' ruby ​​eyes gazed tenderly at him.

"You're getting better and better, Neil."

"In your own words, cut..."

Neil turned around and grabbed his wild golden hair.

But Francis half closed his eyes, looked at his red ears and smiled without saying a word.

Angry, but not to the point of being completely unresponsive to him...well, cute.

The next 'lively' corridor once again verified Neil's guess.

Obviously only Neil and Francis stayed in the apartment, but there were frequent sounds of walking, quiet laughter, and the sound of slippers stepping on the wooden boards to wash up.

Realizing that Neil is a living person, there are quite a few knocking on the door, all of them imitating other people's speech - Neil really wants to introduce them to the flower growers to perform ventriloquist.

In the end, Neil played ten times more venomous tongue, spraying them one by one to be quiet.

No ghosts have been to Francis's side... Maybe they have smelled the devilish aura on Francis from a long distance away.

This Neil wasn't jealous either.

It doesn't matter anything else, the main thing is that holding back the urine is too uncomfortable.

There are ghosts outside who can't go to the toilet, and there is a ghost inside-in front of Francis, Neil is too embarrassed to find a bottle or something to solve it.

So when the employees came back at seven o'clock, Neil was livid under the surprised expressions of all the male employees, leaning on the wall, clamping his legs and rubbing against the toilet with difficulty...

"What's up with him?"

"hemorrhoid?"

Several men were laughing at Neil's hunched back, when they saw another man shyly come out of the other's room and straighten his clothes in front of them.

Francis smiled: "Sorry, I just laughed."

Everyone: "..."

The big brother who saw the two booing this morning: "..."

We, uh, seem to know something we shouldn't.

[The author has something to say:

Clarify the clues and start the next chapter.

Indeed, according to the customs of the blood race, the dependents belong to the offspring, and the "father" who transforms him must teach the other blood race the abilities, habits, common sense of life, etc., which is no different from a biological father.

And because of the blood relationship.

The offspring will involuntarily admire the "father" in the blood family, and will be suppressed by the other party, and the hierarchical relationship is strict.

whee.

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