I'm on the big guy cookbook

"No way, are you sick? Children don't believe in ghosts!"

When everyone's backs were shivering and their thoughts were diverging and guessing randomly, a certain male employee standing behind the crowd pouted and rolled his eyes at Neil.

"Ashes? It's ashes at a glance? You must have joined forces with the two of them to scare us in a prank. Don't you know about Jeff and Kars? I'm so busy every day, maybe I'm hiding somewhere now. Sneaking, is it annoying at night, I have to go back to sleep, ha ha."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, leaving everyone to look at me and look at you.

"Uh……"

"That's what he said, Jeff and Kars are always joking."

"Impossible, the toilet I came with them has been together today, why didn't I see them holding ashes or something, such a big pile, I'm not blind!"

Roshna interrupted everyone, frowned and glanced at Neil, "This little brother is right, I don't think he's lying to us, ever since I came here I've been inexplicably palpitating and frightened, I always have a bad premonition... ...don't you think this house is weird?"

After he finished speaking, he remained silent on the surface, but the male employees who actually felt that something was wrong fell silent.

After a while, they all nodded.

"Brother Roshna, I believe in you!"

"Me too!"

"There must be ghosts in this broken house. I said that such a good house is not for those who have a back door with the management, but for helpless outsiders like us. It may be a haunted house."

"Let's go to the management and say, can't stop! Let him give us an explanation and find Jeff and Kars."

"Ok!"

Toroshna was very popular among the employees, and soon most of the male employees chose to stand on Roshna's side, and Roshna patted each one on the shoulder with a big smile.

With him taking the lead, a group of people went out noisy.

Neil, who was anxious at the side, breathed a sigh of relief, hehe, there is still a smart person.

Francis, who was standing in the corridor in a relaxed and elegant posture, saw him coming out, straightened his long legs, and took two steps to follow behind Neil.

He pointedly raised the corners of his lips, "This time, the admired 'protagonist' is not you."

Neil didn't understand, and looked at him sideways, "What do you mean?"

Francis glanced at him: "Painter, writer, poor girl... you are very pleasing."

"...?"

So?

What do you want to say?

Neil shrugged inexplicably, and simply responded, "Yes."

I just don't like 'ghosts', and I don't know when you will like me, Neil curled his lips sadly, ignoring him and trotting behind the crowd.

Fran, who was pulled away, turned over the old account, revealing the sour smell of the palace vinegar jar, but was ruthlessly thrown away. Sith: "..."

The smile gradually disappeared, and the duke, who had concealed his true face with magic and was still very dignified, clenched his palms tightly, thinking gloomyly and savoringly in his heart:

Why does he go out in front of people and alienate me after I've told him he's lovable and shows he cares?

Is it...

Like I'm fake? ?

Do not!

Never!

Francis stared at the back of the blond youth, just this guess was enough to make him burn with anger.

Maybe I didn't express it clearly enough, Francis thought.After all, his little Neil is sometimes frighteningly sharp, and sometimes 'stupid' and makes him helpless.

Just like now, the simple relationship between them has been messed up.

It seems that after returning to Redthorn Castle, I will ask Shaluo for help...

It was the first time that His Excellency the Grand Duke sighed so helplessly, and walked beside his lovely blood bag, like a big bat that has been bullied...well, the one with fangs.

The window of the wooden window has never been cut off from cigarette smoke, and the hoarse voice of the smoke is cold and alienated, speaking the words of the formula.

"Gentlemen, go back. It's nine o'clock in ten minutes."

Seeing that Roshna was in a hurry, Neil clapped his hands on the platform and shouted towards the window: "We lost two people! Two! No one will leave unless we make things clear today!"

The administrator coughed twice, with phlegm stuck in his throat: "If you don't violate the rules, you'll be fine. You've only lived in for the second day, and it's not yet time. Alas, it's too early...too early... why are you so sensitive this time? Like this."

Roshna and the male employee standing behind him became angry when they heard the words.

"What do you mean? What is this time? What early? Damn, you are really a haunted house here!"

"It's so vicious that you tricked us into living in a haunted house!"

"My God, are Jeff and Kars really..."

"Hiss—can't stop, not for a day, let's ask for an explanation and leave!"

Haunted house, haunted house, whoever is in these two stalls, everyone is disgusting enough.

Especially for many superstitious men who have not studied for a long time and come from backward and remote places, they would rather sleep on the road than sleep in a ghost house!

Some of the men yelled that the administrator must give an explanation, while some with a bad temper kicked the door of the management room, planning to rush in and drag him out to beat him up.

Afraid of their death, Neil hurried forward to stop them, but after all, he was alone, and the excited men pushed him away as soon as he went up.

The thin wooden board was kicked wide open, hit the wall and bounced back, and was pushed aside because of being in the way, but the men who squeezed in and planned to fight in groups, the moment they entered the management room, their footsteps and expressions froze instantly .

What about people? ? ?

The management room filled with cigarette smoke was empty, but the sound of coughing continued.

And they could even hear Roshna arguing with the management, and they could see Roshna's faint figure through the window.

Everyone: "..."

Neil: "..."

In an instant, the hairs on his back stood on end, not to mention these men, most of Neil's blood was cold.

Roshna heard that they were still, and walked around suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Everyone was speechless, only Neil remained calm, swallowed and said in a low voice, "You...see for yourself."

"Huh? What are you looking at?"

Roshna and his friend pushed aside the person in front of him who was stiff, and took a look with their heads. It was just a look, and they were also stiff.

Roshna: "..."

Neil touched his face heavily: "Who is it... who is talking to us...?"

Everyone: "..."

Roshna: "..."

The atmosphere suddenly became terrifying and weird, and even the hot and dry weather couldn't stop the cold from spreading.

"Cough cough."

At this time, a sudden cough sounded from the room shrouded in smoke, which shocked everyone, and even the timid ones urinated a few drops.

"If it doesn't work, just fill out a form, and I will report this matter to the higher-ups."

The ghost who didn't realize that he had been exposed was still working, and the impatient and perfunctory smoke was close at hand.

"Hurry up and go upstairs after filling it out, it's really going to time out..."

Neil: "..."

Roshna and everyone: "..."

Afterwards, Neil, Roshna and the others watched the chair by the window move slightly, and a pair of arms of a middle-aged man covered with hand hair suddenly flew out of the chair!

It was empty above the elbow, neatly cut, opened the drawer skillfully, took out the notebook and pen, pushed it out along the window, and then laid it flat on the platform, just like what they saw when they came here for the first time. Show off an arm.

... Or rather, he only has one arm.

[The author has something to say:

When I was young, I had a magical guess, that is, because children are short, they could not see the ticket window but could only see their hands, and at that time, the windows in some remote places were not made of glass.

I told my mother that there was no one in the window, only hands were working.

Thinking about it now... Hey, how did I say such horrible words when I was a child? 】