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poof,

puff.

The two corpses fell limply on the ground, causing everyone who was arguing about who was real to turn around after being startled.

When they saw the dead body on the ground, they widened their eyes and swished towards the 'murderer'

Etter couldn't believe that he just did it. Pointing to the corpses on the ground, he asked Neil and Francis loudly: "You killed them? Why! Now that the situation is unclear, you just kill...people...?"

In the middle of the sentence, the two corpses he pointed at evaporated like water vapor, leaving only two wet water marks on the carpet, where there were no corpses.

Etter: "..."

Other detectives: "..."

What about the fucker?What about the corpse!

After being absent-minded for a few seconds, all the men who were detectives couldn't help but leaned over to check the carpet.

After sniffing the liquid stained on his fingers and confirming that it was just water or rainwater, and there were no traces of silk threads or organs, the mustache detective stared at the water stains on the ground and murmured: "...Oh my God."

First, the people who were completely copied with them, and then the corpses evaporated into water.

In their eyes, this world suddenly became like a fairy tale of Alice in Wonderland!

Ait opened his mouth with the same blank expression, his body movements were stiff, and asked Neil and Francis, the only two present who were calm and composed: "What is this??? Street magic or tricks???"

"neither."

Neil slammed his notebook shut and stood up, looking directly at Atter with his blue eyes, and said seriously:

"It's a ghost."

"........."

"There are ghosts, undead, and resentful spirits in this house. I know that everyone here has been superstitious about the truth, but I hope that after today, you can convert to God or something for your own life."

"…………"

Before the first one out of the door, a 30-year-old detective named Chet looked at the pool of water stains, looked up and laughed in panic, and said half seriously and half jokingly: "Now you can get rid of this weirdness by converting to God." place to leave?"

Neil: "No."

Chet: "..."

Neil is sincere: "But it will make you die with faith."

Chet: "..." No thanks.

"I reserve my opinion on what you said." After a while, when everyone was silent, Atter suddenly spoke.

He glanced at the other self and his sister from the corner of his eye, tightened his grip on Lilivia's wrist, looked at Neil and said:

"I'm not sure if what you said is true or not, but thank you for your advice. It seems that your purpose of joining us is not to investigate cases, but to exorcise demons."

"It's okay if you want to describe it that way."

Neil didn't care about his description and cold face, but he still reminded: "I actually don't know what a ghost looks like or how to kill people. Don't go upstairs to meet that face of Jobert's Eye for now, and there is that you and that ghost." Your sister, do you need me to help you..."

Neil made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Everyone has different expressions.

The other pair of Eter brothers and sisters immediately lowered their faces, took out their weapons and backed away, staring at Neil and Francis on Neil's back vigilantly and hostilely.

"Are you going to kill us?"

"We are not counterfeit, we are living people! Who knows why the door is not a road but another mansion, and we will not harm anyone! You are too cruel!"

The real Etter disagreed.

He said to Neil: "You're so calm, you're almost a killer, it's kind of scary to me, let's not talk about that?"

Neil thought to himself that if you go through it a few more times, you will know why I am so calm.

It's completely numb when you're scared!

"They're not human..."

"It doesn't have to be."

"..."

"You may be a 'professional' who is very good at this kind of situation, but I think it's better not to kill people when most of your companions can't tell the difference. Otherwise, if you start this, if the same person What about killing another human being in order to survive?"

"You make sense, I can understand. But it is impossible for the two sides to live in peace."

Neil knows that ordinary people are very resistant to the act of 'killing'.

He did the same when he faced the painter in the empty room.

He clearly knows that the painter is a ghost, but because the painter is just like an ordinary person, he can't do it, and in the end he doubts whether he killed a good person by mistake.

Neal understood this psychology.

However, not being decisive enough is a fatal flaw in a terrifying world where you may die at any time!

"Look at them."

Neil raised his chin and motioned Etter to look at the person who looked like him behind him.

"They are probably replicas made by the Eye of Jobert. They are mixed among us to prevent real humans from surviving. Even if we don't do it, they will do it! Their purpose is our life!"

"..."

Etter was speechless.

The other detectives looked hesitant.

At this time, the Aite brothers and sisters on the opposite side immediately shook their heads and looked at everyone sincerely: "No, we won't, we just want to go back to the normal world and leave here, and we promise not to hurt others!"

Hearing what they said, Etter, who had been persuaded by Neil, made a firm expression again.

"In short, don't kill them yet, I disagree."

"........."

shit.

Nonsense, brother!

They pretend to be pitiful now, but they will turn into ghosts in the future and they will not soften their hearts towards us!

Seeing Ette's resolute attitude, Neil sighed tiredly and rubbed his temples helplessly.

"...Forget it, it's up to you. But you'd better not separate, and be careful of accidents."

Ette nodded with a relaxed expression.

"I know, let's act together first."

And Neil gave a perfunctory hum, and simply pulled Francis to sit aside and watched the audience closely to avoid any accidents.

After a few minutes.

Etter found a few ribbons in the room and tore them apart, marking them in blue and red, so that people with the same appearance could tie ribbons of different colors on their arms.

With a way to temporarily distinguish between myself and others, the tense atmosphere finally eased up.

The living room full of people is distributed in two poles.

Some of them were talking with 'myself' in a low voice, they looked quite relaxed, and their eyes were more curious.

And some people who are extremely disgusted with their own looks are separated from the beginning to the end.

Mustache and Chet are just that.

Chet's assistant sandwiched between two mustaches and two Chets.

Their brows were tightly furrowed and their expressions were serious, and the replicas that had inherited the original owner's character and memory were not at all flawed, just like the original owner raised his eyebrows in defense.

One of the mustaches sat on the sofa next to Neil for a while.

Seeing Neil looking over, this man who was obviously very young, had a pair of sea-blue eyes, but insisted on growing a mustache that was extremely unsuitable for him, waved his hand.

"I'll just sit for a while, and since I don't know if I'm the 'genuine product', you'd better watch out for me."

Neil was stunned, and heard him say again: "To be honest, it feels terrible to have a copy that looks the same as me and has the same memory. I feel like my life has been stolen."

"Although I don't know if I'm the real one, but if you have any way to confirm that I'm fake, then don't hesitate to kill me."

Mustache looked at Neil steadily.

"It's not normal here. I have a premonition, a bad premonition."

"..."

"In short, I hope you agree to my request, thank you."

"..."

After finishing speaking, Mustache got up and left. Neil glanced at the red ribbon on his left arm, and tugged at his golden hair anxiously.

"Don't pull it."

The scratching dog's paw was grabbed and removed, and Francis reached out to straighten Neal's messy blond hair.

"I'm not afraid of the replica, I'm afraid that the replica won't know that I'm a replica! Aris, tell me..." Neil didn't finish his sentence, remembering that Aris was only watching and wouldn't give him hints, so he held back the words go back.

Ugh.

He is the least good at distinguishing the real from the fake. He used to be unable to tell who was the twin, let alone pick the real one out of a lot of replicas now.

When things were not making any progress and fell into fog and stalemate, Chet over there suddenly stood up and rubbed his stomach and said:

"Everyone, are you hungry?"

Everyone's eyes fell on him questioningly.

Chet was a little embarrassed, and muttered, "It's already afternoon, I haven't had breakfast or lunch, I'm starving to death... Does anyone want to go with me to the kitchen to get something to eat?"

"I'm not hungry."

"Me too, I ate in the morning."

"Why don't you bear it any longer? The current situation is weird. No one knows whether this house is safe or not. Let's not separate..."

"Yup……"

No one was willing to take the risk, and they declined Chet's invitation.

As for the other Chet, he is also unwilling to leave the public eye with 'himself'.

Who knows if the counterfeit will say that on purpose, and then kill someone in the kitchen to replace himself?

Chet looked at Etter for help: "Etter..."

Ette shook his head apologetically: "Sorry, I still have to take care of my sister."

Although Li Liwei has been quieter since the appearance of someone exactly like them, she always wanted to sneak out while Etter was not paying attention. Etter caught her several times, and finally tied her hands with ropes to himself in one piece.

Chet: "Okay then..."

After hesitating for a while, he decided to go to the kitchen by himself.

Neil noticed that Chet, who was wearing a blue ribbon, was leaving. He was afraid that the real thing would be dealt with silently by the ghost, so he immediately followed, "I'll accompany you."

Chet turned around in surprise: "Really? Thank you! Go away, I'm starving to death, and I don't know why they aren't hungry, anyway, I can't help but skip lunch!"

Neil interrupted his elated thoughts: "Let's go."

Chet nodded quickly: "Yeah!"

Before leaving, Neil deliberately looked back at Francis and winked at him.

The bosses of his family beat ten of them one by one, and Neil was very relieved to stay in the living room, not afraid of the remaining people making troubles.

The two went to the kitchen one after the other.

It may be that Chet has a little habit of talking to ease the tension when he is nervous. He kept talking when the two of them went to the back kitchen, either worrying about how to get out of here, or worrying about whether there was food in the kitchen.

"Let me tell you, my blood sugar has not been very good, so I have to eat high-sugar foods often, and I will feel dizzy if I don't eat."

"Is that so..."

Neil responded casually, while Chet couldn't wait to push open the back kitchen door and enter the kitchen.

"Yeah, I don't know if there are biscuits or candies in the kitchen... Let me see... Wow! Cake!"

He let out an exclamation, stepped a few steps to the kitchen workbench, and found that his treasure-like eyes were shining, staring closely at the chocolate-covered cream cake on the workbench.

"I didn't expect there to be cakes. Didn't the cook here disappear? That—Neil? Neil, right, do you want to eat?"

Chet asked him, swallowing.

Neil was from the Northeast in his previous life, he didn’t like sweet food, he prefers salty and spicy food, he glanced at the cake and then looked away, carefully guarding his surroundings.

"I don't eat sweet things, you can eat."

"Really?! Great—cough cough, I mean sorry."

Chet scratched the back of his head, looking a bit naive compared to his previous image.

Facing his favorite food, he rubbed his hands together. His hungry stomach made it too late for him to turn the knife and fork in the cooker, so he scraped some cream and chocolate on top of the cake with his fingers and stuffed it into his mouth.

As soon as he entered the mouth, the happy smile on Seth's face suddenly froze after eating dessert.

Then, as if he couldn't understand the taste in his mouth, his whole face twisted, he opened his mouth and spat out what was in his mouth, and rubbed his finger on his clothes while poohing.

Neil thought the cake was poisonous, so he went to see him in fright.

"what happened?"

"Whoa, this cake...why is there mud!?"

"Mud?"

"Yes, bah bah bah! I ate a mouthful of sand!"

"..."

How can there be sand and mud on the cake...?

Neil walked over, poked and checked, and found that the chocolate sauce on the cake he saw earlier was not chocolate sauce at all, but black mud.

"Let me just say it." Chet leaned over with a bitter face, "Who made this mud? Was it a prank on purpose?"

"It's not like—"

Tick.

As Neil was speaking, a drop of black mud fell on the cake, splashing tiny beads of mud.

The two were startled, and looked up along the drop of mud.

The headless figure was stuck face down to the ceiling, hanging over the two of them.

Its limbs are like slender praying mantis feet, inserted into the ceiling backwards, firmly fixing itself to the roof.

The colorless long skirt was wet and dragged down, crumbling...

It moved in the eyes of the two pairs of pupils constricted into needles in horror.

Tick.

Another drop of black muddy water.

From the long skirt hanging down, it fell onto the cake in the hands of the two of them...

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