I'm on the big guy cookbook

There are many kinds of flowers and plants in the back garden, and it seems that they should have been taken care of by professional craftsmen.

The green wall was surrounded by low rosebush bushes, which had leaves but no flowers because the rose season had passed.

The other flowers almost withered due to the sudden loss of the mistress in this mansion and neglected care.

Probably because of the heavy rain just a few days ago, the fallen leaves and rotting petals were mixed in the soil, emitting a strange fermented smell, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Neil raised his nose and sniffed, but couldn't tell whether the smell was stinky or rotten.

Over there, the mustache detective and Etter put on gloves and rummaged through the flowers intently, occasionally breaking up the leaves or pouring out the flower pots to break up the soil.

Neil didn't understand reasoning and detective skills, so he didn't bother the two of them and looked for his own.

"It rained before, so it's actually very suitable for burying corpses."

"Well, I know, the inside of the flower pot has been turned over, and there is no remains of the corpse... In my last case, the victim was divided into nearly 200 yuan and planted in a flower garden in a flower pot. Such a large garden , I thought it would be the same as last time."

"Well, indeed. It's obviously such a suitable place to dispose of corpses...it's a pity."

"Yea, haha."

Neil, who was pawing the blades of grass, heard the corners of the mouths of the two detectives twitch, and thought: Please, can you stop talking about such terrible things in such a leisurely tone.I go!

To hell, he can do it.

When talking about murder, he was terrified!

Compared with corpses or something... it's better to face ghosts!

Neil, who couldn't stand the bloody scene in his bones, was thinking this way. The small wooden stick in his hand was suddenly caught by something. When he lowered his head, he saw the wooden stick poked into the soil and pulled out a piece of broken lady's silk scarf.

"..."

Neil was silent for a moment, then laughed dryly: "No way...it can't be such a coincidence...heh, heh...heh!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Neil tensed his face, swallowed his saliva, and grabbed the long, muddy ribbon...

……

Then it turns out that in horror stories, nothing is impossible as long as you go in the direction of horror.

It took three hours, and everyone looked at the headless female body lying in the mud pit in a strange posture, with a ribbon tied around the right wrist.

Missing Lady Catilla, dead.

She lost her head.

What is even more absurd and unacceptable is that several detectives went down to investigate one by one, and finally came to the conclusion that there was no trace of burial.

According to the creases of the corpse's clothes, the posture of the corpse, the dirt in the broken nails, the degree of decay of the broken neck, etc...

The most appropriate reasoning is that Mrs. Katilia dug a big hole in her back garden during the rainstorm, then climbed into the soil by herself, and buried herself.

Moreover, still in the case of losing his head...

Staring at the corpse in the mud pit like a rotten tree root inserted into the soil, with twisted limbs, a chill ran down everyone's backs, and the luxurious mansion in the sunlight behind them also began to feel strangely scary...

"This is impossible...absolutely impossible!"

A certain detective clenched his trembling palms and roared unsteadily.

"Did Madame Catilla open the window from her room after losing her head,

Like a gecko crawling down the wall to bury herself in the back garden, and then using the exposed ribbon to deliberately let us think of her as a clue? ? "

"impossible!"

"This is an argument! Absurd!!"

He yelled loudly, but no one paid attention to him.

Etter and Mustache frowned tightly, and pursed their lips in cold sweat.

And Li Liwei stared at the corpse nervously and hid behind the crowd and kept saying: "I know, the same, just like my brother's head, they are all dead... all dead..."

"Haha, they're all dead! They're all dead!"

Everyone was made even more nervous by her devilish whispers, Et felt ashamed, and frowned and yelled back at her: "I beg you, Liliwei! Shut your mouth!"

Li Liwei giggled, her face pale.

A pair of eyes from bottom to top, looking at them in a very uncomfortable posture.

She smiled and said in a drawn out tone: "I know oh~, some of you went to the upstairs room yesterday... I saw it all, hehe, I saw it in the mirror...it said that the dead would not Appear in the mirror, dead people don't appear in the mirror... ha ha, everyone will die... we can't get out, forever! ha ha ha!"

"Lilivie!"

"whee."

Ette was annoyed to catch her, but Lilivia immediately turned around and ran to the house, but Ette stopped him.

Mustache looked worriedly at Liliwei's back and asked Aite: "What's the matter with your sister, why do I think she seems a little out of order?"

"I don't know." Ette shook his head, his face was ugly, "Damn it!"

"Oh...forget it, anyway, we found Mrs. Catilla's body, and we're going out today." The mustache detective comforted him.

Eddie nodded and said hello.

Although the others were also very disgusted with the crazy Liliwei, but because of Aite's strength in the circle, they didn't say anything bad.

And now they are even less willing to face the weird corpse in the mud pit.

"Then—what about Mrs. Katilia?" A man in the crowd stepped back, "I don't want to move this kind of corpse!"

"Me too……"

"I also……"

Several detectives shook their heads.

In the end, they discussed it and decided to leave the mansion regardless of the corpse in the mud pit for the time being.

Neil followed behind them and exchanged glances with Francis, who had a calm expression, Lilivie's words echoed in his head.

'The dead cannot be reflected in a mirror. '

'I saw someone come upstairs. '

'We're all going to die! '

Neil whispered to Francis: "Someone went upstairs last night, and Lilivia still said that, maybe... there is a hidden monster among us."

Francis hummed, neither right nor wrong.

Of course, Neal didn't expect Aris to spoil him, he was just used to having clues to tell him.

"I always feel that things are not so easy to end."

Worry flashed across his blue eyes, Neil looked back at the mud pit, and said softly:

"I always have a strange premonition that finding Mrs. Catilla's body is not the end, but the beginning of the horror story..."

"Is it my illusion? Why is this place suddenly gloomy..."

"Tsk, don't scare people, can you, the strange way of death of that corpse makes me a little sick."

"I know...but you really didn't realize..."

"okay!"

The men walked in a hurry, anxious to leave.

They went back to their respective rooms to tidy up, and Et finally caught Lilivia amidst her screams, and walked towards the door with the help of Neil.

That should be something called intuition...

They may not know why they, who have been calm in the face of countless suspenseful cases and bloody scenes, are so flustered.

But countless experiences and intuition honed by death struggled and shouted in their ears: Get out of here quickly!Get out of here!

"Oh shit!"

One of the detectives rushing to the front accidentally tripped over the overlong coat on his arm.

He staggered to the door that was within easy reach, and knocked open the gate of the mansion.

squeak-

The wooden door opened a crack.

The detective's partner came to help him and asked if he was okay.

"I am fine."

The fallen detective grabbed his companion's hand with one hand and the doorknob with the other and stood up.

As a result, the door was opened even wider by him.

Almost impatient, the detective, whose expression began to get a little anxious, opened the door and strode forward with one foot, making a gesture of looking up at the road ahead.

But when he saw what was in front of him and faced the door, the detective opened his eyes wide in disbelief!The pupils shrunk into a black dot trembling in the eyeballs.

The people who fell behind him wondered why the people in front didn't leave, and raised their heads one after another.

Then, like the people at the front, they stuck in place like petrochemicals.

There is no other reason.

Just because it should be connected with the outside gate, what appears after opening is not the beautiful and unique cobblestone path and sunny weather.

But panicked, alive, themselves.

The other team, they all have exactly the same expression...

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