I'm on the big guy cookbook

it's dark.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and a world without a ray of light shrouds this lonely mansion.

The dark night, the trapped detectives, the headless female corpses scurrying across the roof of the room, people who looked the same as them and couldn't tell the real from the fake... As if it wasn't scary enough, the atmosphere became dull, and a cold white light flashed outside the window Light.

"Boom--"

Downpours of thunderstorms fell.

The strong wind and raindrops are like countless hands clasping the cracks outside the window, shaking and beating desperately!

The living room was silent, and they were almost all in the same posture: with their arms crossed, their coats tightly wrapped, with a smoky cigarette in their mouths, their faces were silent, and there were tense vigilance and solemnity in their eyes.

When the clear footsteps sounded, they withdrew their thoughts and turned their attention to the few people who came in through the back door.

Neil and Etter took off their dripping coats, brushed their wet hair twice, and shook their heads at the people waiting in the room in the same bad mood.

"No, the fence can't be climbed over, as if there is a transparent wall blocking us, we are completely trapped here."

"..."

Hearing that the expectations in the eyes of the people waiting in the living room were shattered, they continued to smoke in silence.

Neil, who had just come back from the outside, looked at each other and saw the solemnity in each other's eyes. Etter and Mustache raised their chins and motioned to go over there.

The four of them, together with Chet, who took care of Lilivia, sat down together and discussed in low voices.

"This house is very weird. It has gone beyond the common sense knowledge I can think of. Maybe we have really encountered a supernatural event." The mustache detective said.

Chet, who had seen the monster in the house with his own eyes, rubbed his face nervously, and laughed: "Do you need to say that, buddy, we met a ghost! Ghost! Monster! Isn't this fucking conspicuous enough?!"

The stunned mustache was not angry, but shrugged in a good-tempered manner.

And Etter frowned: "Calm down Chet."

Chet continued to sneer.

Seeing that they were about to quarrel, Neil advised Chet: "Don't worry, I...have some experience, let's not separate, find out the truth about Jobert's Eye, and we will be able to get out, trust me."

The young man with bright blond hair has a good appearance, kind and full of sunshine, and his personality looks good. In this gray atmosphere, he is very popular.

Chet saw that it was Neil who spoke and did not refute.

Faced with such a terrifying monster before, the young man did not give up running away, but saved himself many times. Chet was frightened and didn't think so much. Looking back afterwards, he was very grateful for the young man's bravery and kindness.

If he had to be himself, Chet felt that he might not be able to help others in such a dangerous moment, according to his fear.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault." Chet let out a foul breath, and wiped his face heavily to apologize: "Whenever I think about living with that monster at night, I just..."

"Forget it, it's okay, I also feel scalp numb."

Mustache smiled, took out a sheepskin iron cigarette case from his pocket and opened it, took out a cigarette from it and handed it to Chet.

"Have a cigarette and calm down."

"thanks……"

Chet took the cigarette, rejected the match from the mustache, took out the matchbox and lit the cigarette, took a big puff to ease his anxiety and let it out slowly.

Neil could tell from the brief contact before that Chet was a sensitive person with a gentle personality, but the more he was like this, the easier it was for him to burst first when faced with things beyond common sense.

"I still say the same thing, beware of people who look the same as us, and then try not to scatter, don't look in the mirror, let's go check the mirror in the living room together in a while, and paint as much paint as possible."

"Unless you don't know whether moving or destroying the mirror will cause the ghost to stare at you, don't break the mirror impulsively."

After Neil finished speaking, several people nodded without objection.

All the people here are actionists, and they act immediately after deciding what to do. They went to Neil's room, took out half a bucket of paint that was about to solidify, and then painted one by one along the mirror on the stairs.

Knowing that the mirror will be hidden in some corners that are not easy to be found, Etter and the others showed their search ability that surprised Neil!

Not to mention hiding under the carpet, even the mirror hidden in the leather sofa was buckled out by them!

Seeing Neil's stunned expression, Etter finally had a smile on his face, and raised the small mirror in his hand, "After all, we are detectives."

When it comes to finding things, they are definitely professional.

Neil gave them a thumbs up: "Nice!"

Until all the mirrors were covered with a layer of pungent paint, and after a little drying, everyone put the mirrors back in place.

"Huh~ I can't see it from the outside, I didn't expect that there are so many mirrors in this house!"

"Yeah, Mrs. Catilia's behavior was so weird in her lifetime, maybe she had..."

"Hiss! Don't scare me. When I look at these mirrors, I always feel that there will be hands sticking out of them, and my back feels cold!"

"Actually I am..."

After finishing their work, everyone found a place to sit down, but avoided the place where the mirror was hidden in every move.

"Does this really prevent that monster from coming?" asked another pair of detectives.

"It's not clear." Neil replied, "But the mirror is indeed evil. Mrs. Katilia's death is definitely related to the eye of Jobert."

Another pair of detectives asked: "So we just destroy the mirror?"

Neil nodded: "In theory, yes."

The two looked happy.

Neil said helplessly: "But don't forget, there is still a ghost in this house, who among us can guarantee to beat it?"

Two people: "..."

Seeing them both closed their mouths in disappointment and continued to smoke, Neil was also worried as he crushed the cigarette butts piled up on the ground with his boots.

In the world of horror, the easier the solution seems, the more difficult it is.

Everyone knows that destroying the mirror can get out, but who dares and who has the ability to go over the ghost and destroy the mirror?

Female ghosts don't eat dry food, they eat people!

Just as he was thinking, someone touched his shoulder suddenly.

Neil looked sideways, and the honorable Duke stared at him with those dark red narrow pupils, and said, "I can."

Neil said "Oh" expressionlessly: "Then can you help?"

His Excellency the Duke is noble and cold: "No help."

Human life and death has nothing to do with him, and this is Neil's trial.Even if Neil wanted to leave early, he would only take Neil away.

Neil hehe: "Then tell me a der!"

Francis: "..."

Neil: "Go away! Don't disturb my thinking."

Francis: "..."

There was a thunderstorm outside the window, and everyone in the room was hungry and thirsty, full of confusion.

The dimly lit lanterns were placed around someone's living room, but they couldn't give everyone a sense of security.

Under the condition of both physical and psychological depression, everyone has no desire to communicate, so they are nestled on the sofa and lost in thought.

The room was silent for a while, as if the slightest movement would be magnified countless times.

During this tormented and long wait, there was a loud bang on the ceiling, which shocked Neil and the others directly from the sofa!

"What's wrong?!"

"It's the second floor! Is it a ghost?! Is it a ghost?!"

"Hush! Don't talk, listen, there is a sound."

Etter yelled in a low voice, and waited for everyone to shut their mouths tightly before listening:

"clatter,"

"clatter,"

Like high-heeled shoes stepping on smooth wooden steps, the crisp sound rang close to everyone's heads.

One step at a time, stepping over everyone's psychological defense line!

Then, Neal felt someone blowing a small breath against his hairpin.

Call ~

Touch it.

Neil: ...

In the expression of Chet covering his mouth and trembling facial muscles, and in countless pairs of eyes looking over with constricted pupils, Neil glimpsed a woman standing on the ceiling.

She stood there strangely, dressed gorgeously, her head was sewn on her neck awkwardly with black thread.

Two weak and boneless hands put on his shoulders, smiled and blew on his head, and then sniffed lightly with the tip of his nose.

Smiling and whispering:

"Where's my head?"

"Honey... did you see it?"

"...

 …”

A chill instantly covered Neil's back...

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good night.

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