I'm on the big guy cookbook

"Ahhhh-!"

Chet looked up and saw a headless monster above his head. His mouth was faster than his brain, and his throat was ripped open and screamed.

He stared at the ceiling with his mouth wide open and his pupils constricted, his facial muscles twitched due to excessive fear, he sat on his back with a thump and fell to the ground, his legs were weak and his arms supported him to back up, and he tried to climb several times but failed stand up.

Neil also cursed, the adrenaline soared, and his blood vessels exploded.

But after all, he had seen strong winds and waves, and he was covered in cold sweat with a white face and froze for a while, then turned around and ran away. When he passed by Chet, he didn't forget to grab his arm and pull him up violently.

"Run! Run! Don't fucking turn around—"

After making Neil take two steps, Chet's blood-frozen brain finally came to his senses, and ran after Neil desperately, screaming like a pig while baldly uttering prayers for Mary of God.

Neil's ears keenly caught the sound of a spider crawling from the ceiling, and his hairs were blown to the skin of his head, and his back was numb.

……Grass.

This guy has caught up! !

Neil roared: "Don't look back, don't look back—"

Looking back, I may have to live in the shadows for the rest of my life!

He gritted his teeth and pulled Chet, whose feet were slippery, and the two of them rushed out of the kitchen door, bumped into the corner where the kitchen connected to the storage room, and almost fell down.

Some kind of intuition between life and death made Neil make a squatting motion while pressing Chet's head.

It was this action that saved the lives of both of them.

Sensing the cool wind blowing past his scalp, Chet spewed out two tubes of tears, and Neil's heart pounded into his throat.

The two didn't dare to stop, and after dodging, they continued to run across the living room. When passing by the restaurant, they bumped into the people who heard them screaming and came over.

"what!"

"Ouch, my nose! Hiss..."

"What are you two doing?!"

It was another pair of detectives and assistants who collided with Neil and the others.

At this time, the assistant covered his nose with tears in his eye sockets because of the sore nose, his partner pushed Chet angrily, and turned to check the wound for his assistant.

Chet staggered and was supported by his assistant. Although he didn't have a good relationship with his assistant, he was happy to see people now.

Having escaped, Chet hugged his assistant violently and kept trembling.

His paid assistant patted him on the back dryly with a confused face.

As for Neil, the moment he bumped into someone, he was grabbed by his arm by a strong hand and dragged him over. At this moment, he was panting in the familiar embrace that smelled of cold tobacco.

"Yes, there are ghosts..."

Thinking that there were no corpses scurrying around like spiders on the ceiling, Neil shivered with chills all over his body.

"That Madame Catilla's body is alive! It's lying on the kitchen ceiling!"

Francis hummed lightly, and ran his palms soothingly across Neil's back, and lowered his long eyelashes to look at the dimples of the bright blond hair.

But everyone was at a loss when they heard Neil's words.

"Corpse on the ceiling? Huh? What are you talking about?"

"It's true! What he said is true!" At this moment, Chet got better and looked at the crowd eagerly and said, "You don't know, I saw the corpse dug out of the mud pit before my own eyes appear in the kitchen, it Limbs forked through the ceiling and ran after us, nearly killing us all!"

"Uh……"

Everyone saw that the scared expressions of the two did not seem to be fake, and they were a little scared of the increasingly weird developments, but they didn't fully believe it.

Mustache pointed to the ceiling, "But we didn't see any corpses."

The others also nodded, "I saw the two of you running out."

Chet and Neal looked at the ceiling after hearing the words, but there really wasn't any trace.

How is this going? !

Where's the ghost?

What about the corpse? !

"Why don't we go to the kitchen and the backyard to have a look." Etter suggested aloud, and pulled Lilivia, who was smiling nervously, to the kitchen.

Everyone had no objection to keep up, and Neil also wanted to go, but Chet was unwilling to experience the horror escape, so he chose to stay in the living room with his assistant.

Neil persuaded him: "Maybe it's better to choose fewer people to attack that thing, you two be careful."

Hearing what he said, Chet looked nervously at the roof subconsciously, hesitating: "Why don't I let you go."

After speaking, he followed at the end, looking undecided.

Neil also felt that he shouldn't be separated alone now, and he was relieved to see him keep up. A large crowd followed the route they used to escape.

Then it was really just behind the dining room, from the storage room and the small corridor to the roof of the kitchen, and found small holes in the ceiling and long cement scratches.

"Look!" Chet jumped out and yelled anxiously, "It really is! Let's be careful, maybe that monster has returned to the kitchen!"

"There really is..."

"Oh my god. Is this a ghost house?!"

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have accepted this order, damn it."

The detective who couldn't tell the truth from the fake whispered a few words, frowning.

Etter stared at the kitchen door in the distance, took a deep breath and pushed Lilivia to Neil, "You help me look at my sister, I have to find the truth and get her out of here!"

"Okay, be careful."

Knowing his eagerness to leave, Neil didn't say anything, and helped him hold Lilivia.

After taking a deep look at Neil, Etter took out his dagger and walked a few steps over, kicking the kitchen door open with a bang...

The kitchen in this mansion is huge.

In order to provide the meals for the master and wife, besides the cook, at least a professional chef with an apprentice was hired.

A white women's apron is hung on the wall, and the smooth wooden workbench is well maintained. The bottles and jars on it are neatly arranged, and the knives and pots are placed on it in an orderly manner.There are also many cooking tools that Neil can't name.

They were polished and polished, reflecting the face of the intruder.

And the cream cake that had been poked out of the hole was still on the workbench, and the roof above it was full of signs of damage from mud and water.

"It looks like she's not here."

Etter scanned the ceiling and the mud spots around it.

After hearing his words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, even if there was a ghost, they didn't want to see it with their own eyes.

"Let's go to the back garden again." Neil said.

"Yeah." Eddie nodded.

The two walked ahead this time, followed by their companions who were a mixture of real and fake.

When we arrived in the back garden, the corpse in the mud pit was gone.

[She is gone. 】

[She hides in the house. 】

【Together with us who are trapped in this mansion, facing darkness...】

Pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the sunken mud.

I don’t know whether it’s smelly or sweet, the smell of rotten petals penetrates into the nostrils, rotten enough to remind people of rotting flesh, hideous wounds, headless corpses crawling around the house...

The moment a bitter-sweet taste appeared in his mouth, someone covered his mouth with physical discomfort:

"vomit--!"

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