I'm on the big guy cookbook

Etter stood in the middle of the living room and announced to everyone that they had to divide into two groups to find a way out.

"Believe the current situation, I don't need to say much, you can understand, find the truth, find the head of the female ghost, avoid the monster-like body of Mrs. Katilia outside, and then live!"

None of the people present were from ordinary professions. They had a stronger endurance than ordinary people. Except for Chet and Lilivia, no one showed signs of collapse.

There is also no pig teammate like Neil's before who needed to explain for a long time, trying to calm them down or causing trouble.

After hearing Etter's words, the detectives present nodded silently. Even if they were unwilling, they knew in their hearts that this was the most hopeful choice for survival.

"How do we divide the team? Tell me."

"Actually, I want to be with that little brother."

"Me too……"

Everyone knows that it doesn't matter if you go out and take risks, you must choose your teammates well.

And this place looks the most reliable, as if he knows a lot... Numerous pairs of eyes fell on Neil, who was leaning on Francis' chest with his arms folded.

Neil: ...

Neil's eyes widened, and he pointed to himself in disbelief: Me?

Everyone chicken pecked rice and nodded.

Neil: ...

Sonnie lowered his arms and held down his little heart.

Damn, is this what it feels like to be a big boss being robbed of his thighs?Fuck, what's the matter with being a little cool? ?

As a first-time boss, when Neil couldn't help but smirked and wanted to say a few words, Etter said directly with a straight face: "No."

Mustache also nodded: "You all choose to be on his team, what about the rest of you? Isn't it meaningful for us to divide into two groups?"

Neil: "That's right..."

"Then how do you divide it?" said the mustache with the blue ribbon.

"We have nine red ribbons (persons) and seven blue ribbons (persons). Why don't we divide them according to the color of the ribbons, and then choose one of the red ribbons to go to the blue ribbons, so that there are eight on each side, which is fair." Red mustache with ribbon says.

"Hehe, we are the same. I don't know what you are thinking. Brother Neil is the same as you with the red ribbon. You will definitely not let him come over to our blue ribbon." The mustache wearing the blue ribbon taunted him. .

"Sure." The red-ribbon mustache quickly admitted, "After all, we still have a temporarily delirious Lilivie here. If you want Brother Neil to join, just take Lilivia away."

"Tsk."

The mustache with the blue ribbon clicked his tongue and looked unhappy.

"You can say that you have a better distribution method, but drawing lots won't work. If Lilivi and Ette are separated, she will definitely die in her current state."

The other mustache raised his eyebrows, and his eyes swept around the detectives present.

The man with the blue ribbon tied on his arm looks at me and I look at you. In the end, he had to accept a crazy woman while getting a reliable teammate, and gave up decisively.

Chet, who had escaped with Neil and wore a blue ribbon, said he wanted to be with Neil, but when he found out that the pair he had disputed with also had a red ribbon, Chet gave up.

Neil covered his face and cried with a smile: ... I am a big brother, am I so worthless in your eyes?

"Who are you going to send here, Blue Ribbon?"

The two mustaches, who looked exactly the same, faced each other tit-for-tat, and their sneering postures were all exactly the same.

"It goes without saying, of course it's me."

After the red ribbon mustache finished speaking, everyone was startled, including the blue ribbon mustache.

"I am the real one, but you are fake. I agree with Neil. You are a dangerous existence, especially since you have my IQ and memory."

The mustache with the red ribbon raised his hand, stretched out two fingers to tap his eyes in the air, and then coldly tapped those two hands on his shoulder wearing the ribbon, word by word:

"I'll keep an eye on you, if you dare to do anything, I'll be the first to kill you!"

"..."

"..."

"Hey, am I afraid? I want to return this sentence to you!"

The mustache with the blue ribbon sneered, his slightly narrowed eyes flickered coldly.

Neil, who couldn't tell the difference between the real and the fake, looked at one and the other, and felt that both of them seemed real. It was so difficult to give a thumbs up to the Buddha who was able to tell the real from the fake Monkey King again.

Everyone is divided into teams and ready to go.

The back garden where the corpse was found and the first floor were under the responsibility of the detectives who wore blue ribbons to distinguish the real from the fake, while the slightly dangerous upstairs was searched by Neil and his group of red ribbons.

Their task is not only to find the head, but also to find all the clues related to the mirror.

Before the two teams stood up and moved separately, Neil told the two mustaches: "Avoid the mirror, it's best not to be caught in the mirror, and don't look in the mirror, Lilivia...is bewitched by the mirror and became like this."

The two mustaches said they knew it, and the two teams separated.

In the dark night of lightning and thunder, everyone tensed up, listening to all directions and seeing all directions, and vigilantly went upstairs like a cat on tiptoe.

Neil is in the lead, Francis is behind Neil, Chet, Lilivia, Etter, Chet's assistant and another pair of detectives are in the middle.

For the sake of his sister, Etter chose to walk in the middle, and the detective team at the back had no objections, but frequently touched his breast pocket with his hands.

Neil scanned it and knew it was where the weapons were hidden.

Depending on the size, it might even be a pocket gun!

Because of the detective profession, everyone here has daggers and other weapons in their possession. Neil took a deep breath. Apart from ghosts, he had to be wary of teammates who didn't know the truth.

The sound-absorbing carpet made no sound as boots stepped on the blanket.

Because of the western-style decoration, one row of the corridor is a room, and the other row is a row of windows with eerie white light. Walk along this corridor with windows and walk to the corner, and there will be another corridor, connecting each room in all directions.

It's like a haunted house reappeared in a horror game. The complex corridors and house structures are absolutely suitable for being confronted by ghosts while walking!

And I don't know if the careless servant didn't close the windows. At this time, all the windows in this row of windows are open.

The whistling wind and thunder were disturbing, and the translucent white gauze curtains flew back and forth like ghosts.

The heavy rain soaked the carpet, and the color of the carpet that had absorbed the water became darker. When you stepped on it, the dirty water leaked out.

"Crack-"

Every time the thunder rumbled down, the backs of the eight people felt cold.

Go halfway.

"boom!!"

A cracking thunder exploded in my ears,

The window was blown open by the strong wind, bang bang bang!Those fluttering gauze curtains enveloped Neil and the others' faces like souls, and at the same time, the rain was pouring down!

The loud sound had already blown up the hearts of the people who were already pounding, and the obstructed vision caused everyone to panic, and the rain-soaked curtains on their mouths and noses...

Frightened by the threat of life, a group of men couldn't help struggling in panic.

"No no no!"

"Huh, huh, uh-"

The suffocation feeling that the ears cannot hear, the eyes cannot see, and the mouth and nose are forcibly blocked makes the lungs hurt!

No...

dying……

I can't breathe...uh...so sick, I want to breathe...

The red light in the long and narrow eyes flashed past, the black fire burned rapidly, and a sharp female scream that was not human-like came out from the long dark corridor. Everyone who smothered to death.

"Uh, ho—cough cough cough—!"

Several people were kneeling on the ground, their faces were covered with muddy water, their throats sucked in, their chests heaved violently uncontrollably, their throats slipped, and the urgent inhalation resulted in constriction of the airways, as if they were suffering from asthma. Constant retching and coughing.

Francis quickly dragged Neil up from the ground, took off his gloves and his fangs loomed, biting a small hole out of his finger, and just as soon as a drop of blood came out, he stuffed it into Neil's mouth.

The sweet taste exploded on the taste buds, and Neil subconsciously sucked it, and the discomfort in his exploding lungs and throat immediately healed.

"never mind."

Francis hugged him, brushing Neal's back.

Neil regained his composure, and his beating heart calmed down.

"...Well, thank you Aris..."

As for others, not so lucky.

After a while, they calmed down their emotions and breathing with pale faces, and staggered to help each other stand up from the ground... They almost died before they made it, and there was obvious fear in their eyes.

"This fucking... is terrible!"

"I, I don't want to go forward! I heard the scream of the female ghost!!"

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