I'm on the big guy cookbook

When Neil and the others chased after the sound, everything was a foregone conclusion.

There was a bloodstain stretching from the four open servant rooms, and the mustache who had lost an arm was sitting opposite the door, leaning his back against the wall.

There were bloodstains on his face and hair, and he was gasping for breath.

More blood dripped to the ground from the wound he covered.

Neil watched the red ribbon on his arm stay in place for a moment, then took a deep breath and stepped forward with his companion behind him.

After squatting on the ground, the transparent blue eyes rolled to the corners of the eyes, and from the corner of his vision, the bloody and bloody scene inside the door that required ten layers of mosaic came into view.

There were gasps one after another from behind, but Neil ignored it, took out a handkerchief from his pocket as if his hands were frozen, and strangled Mustache's severed arm, hoping to stop the bleeding.

But the wound is too great to do so is a drop in the bucket.

"are you OK?"

Neil pursed his lips, pulled out a smile and looked at the silent mustache.

There was also a smile on the pale face with a mustache, and he said humorously and weakly:

"Hey... obviously, not very good..."

"I think so... what happened?"

"That guy named Chet suddenly went crazy... He, cough cough, his stomach suddenly split open, a headless female corpse came out of his stomach, and then... killed a lot of people..."

Listening to him intermittently, Neil insisted on explaining to them despite being in pain and said:

"That corpse can, shuttle in the mirror, and catch us through the mirror... Shortly after you went upstairs, we were attacked... Huh..."

"I speculate... those counterfeit products are also like mirrors... the female corpse can move through them, ahem!"

He was dizzy from blood loss, and his blue eyes gradually lost focus.

But even so, this man did not forget to comfort his depressed companion, and even joked: "I just said... I am not a fake... That fake me also disappeared..."

"Stop talking, save your energy."

Neil felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, and he was sad.

The same is true of everyone present.

Even if they may not have had much friendship before, but their fresh life disappears and dies tragically before their eyes. No matter how they are human beings, everyone will feel sad and uncomfortable.

Besides, it is someone else who died now, who knows that it will not be me in the future?

Mustache didn't refute, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to make it through, so he told everything he knew, and now he was relieved, so he closed his eyes and began to rest and endure the pain.

Neil asked Etter to take care of Lilivia and Mustache, and he and the rest went to check the endgame.

The servant's room is not big, and there are two iron frame beds with bunk beds facing the wall, just like a student dormitory for four people.

However, there is no warmth like a dormitory here. Instead, there are bright red viscous liquids everywhere, and headless corpses scattered on the ground.

"Well."

Neil covered his mouth, his stomach was churning, and he almost vomited.

The detectives behind him could accept it. Although their faces were pale and their hands were trembling, they often touched corpses anyway, so they were not as afraid as they were of seeing a ghost.

Everyone quickly checked and found that there seemed to be a lot of corpses here, but they were actually chopped too much.

Blue Ribbon has eight people: the detective duo who don't know anyone, Chet and Chet's assistant, the two mustaches, Etter and Lillieville.

But there were actually only three corpses here, all of which had been chopped off and their heads taken.

They were: the pair who didn't know anyone well, Chet's assistant with the blue ribbon.

Minus the surviving mustaches: Chet, Red Ribbon Mustache, Etter, and Lillieville.

And the fakes who were killed will disappear, so everyone can understand even if there are fewer people, but...

After examining the corpse, everyone's eyes coincidentally and faintly fell on the pair and Chet's assistant.

Under such a silent and horrifying gaze, someone's words are like whispers from hell, or the moment when the target of hatred is locked and the trigger is pulled.

Thick paranoia and madness ooze from every word.

他 说:

"Why, there are your corpses here."

"The corpses here haven't disappeared, so you are fakes, right?"

"The counterfeit will bring the female ghost here, and the counterfeit is not a human being."

"We should kill the fakes!"

When the last word landed, before Neil realized it, he saw Etter who was supposed to be taking care of the mustache at the door quietly appearing behind Chet's assistant at some point.

When everyone was unprepared, "Ka", broke his neck.

The seemingly alive person fell limply to the ground, died without changing his expression, and finally disappeared like a bubble, without giving himself or anyone else time to prepare mentally.

Neil: ...

other people:……

Etter's eyeballs were bloodshot, watching them laugh, his facial nerves twitched slightly.

"I know, I asked everyone not to kill each other, but I want to take my sister out, I want to protect her, I can't, I really can't."

Sometimes he lowered his voice, sometimes raised his tone, and he looked like a crazy person.

"You've heard what he said... counterfeits are dangerous, and I'm trying to eradicate the danger. Am I doing something wrong?" Etter suddenly stared at Neil, seemingly calm but asked frantically: "Is what I'm doing wrong? ? You said, Neil, am I doing something wrong?"

"...you calm down, okay?"

Neil opened his mouth, that's all he could say.

There are so many people dead now, plus the longer and longer time of being trapped, and the monsters that appear from time to time...

Human nature is so fragile.

The boundaries of morality have long blurred.

The strange pair nervously pulled out their pocket pistols and pointed them at Neil and Francis, and Etter, who had just killed a fake.

They couldn't accept that they were fake, but in fact it was there, even if the two firmly believed that they were real, their hearts were uncontrollably shaken now.

Am I real or fake?

I don't want to die, I don't want to!

And the price of living is clearly marked.

They live, others must die.

If others live, they must die!

People are selfish, and the two of them swallowed their saliva while holding the gun with red eyeballs, and their chests heaved.Gradually, the hesitant eyes calmed down, and murderous intent emerged like a wolf, ferocious and terrifying!

Etter was not afraid at all, and held the short dagger in his palm: "Pocket pistols can only be loaded with two bullets or one bullet at a time, and are usually only used as a killer weapon, but you have used this gun twice without reloading in the middle, so— —”

The dagger in Aite's hand pointed at Leisen in the group, grinning with white teeth.

"You guys, there is only one bullet left... This bullet is in your gun!"

Lei Sen's hand holding the gun trembled.

"Your marksmanship is not good."

Etter narrowed his eyes, approached step by step, and whispered softly:

"Twice before, the detective next to you was the one who hit the opponent. The shot you fired hit the roof, so you probably don't know how to use a pistol. Heh... One bullet, one who doesn't know how to use a gun people……"

"..." Lei Sen gritted his teeth, threatening without confidence: "So what! Such a short distance——"

"Such a short distance, a small pocket pistol with little power, and only one bullet - if you want to kill me, you can only hit me in the head or in the heart."

Aite interrupted him forcefully, sneered disdainfully, and stared quietly at his trembling hands to exert pressure.

"Let me guess, where will you fight~"

"..."

"Is it the head? Or the heart?"

"..."

"But it doesn't matter, this is a gamble, I can use a dagger to block the deadly position, as long as you are lucky, you can't kill me, but you will be killed by me!"

"..."

"Come on, shoot! Haha, shoot!"

Aite laughed loudly, Lei Sen gritted his teeth at the sudden burst of laughter, his eyes were full of hatred.

Lei Sen's detective partner did not dare to move around to give the enemy a loophole, and shouted anxiously: "Lei Sen, don't listen to him, you can do it! He is trying to lure you! Don't shoot! I will fight him later, you Again--"

Ed was caught off guard and yelled: "Shoot!"

Lei Sen was taken aback, his hand shook, and he pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Etter didn't move as the shot rang out, the single bullet making a small hole in the wall behind him.

Lei Sen's expression was blank, his arms trembled violently, and the pistol without bullets fell to the ground.

Seeing the frantic and terrifying Etter with a widening grin, Rayson's fellow detectives closed their eyes, knowing that they were finished.

He's no match for Etter, and his assistant, Rayson... isn't...

Like a frog being stared at by a snake, Lei Sen, whose pupils were dilated and unable to move, was kicked by Aite and fell between the corpses, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

A small fragment of the corpse that resembled the neck flew up and hit Neil's leg.

Neil backed away with a numb scalp, and glanced over there...

"Lei Sen—"

The detective rushed to protect his partner, but he persisted for a while and was scratched by Etter on the side of his waist. He fell to the ground and held Etter's depressed wrist with difficulty, blushing and staring at the dagger with a thick neck. Tip trying to struggle.

"Fakes should disappear." *h[]g*w! c

Atelier was infinite, looking at him like a corpse, his lips collided:

"No one can save you."

"Oh shit--"

The detective's teeth were about to be gritted, but the knife was still getting closer and closer, and it pierced the skin on his neck, and blood flowed.

When his eyes were pierced by sweat and he thought he was going to die, and he resented and cursed this crazy person in his heart that he would die in the end.

With his blurred vision, he saw the young man named Neil walking around behind Aite at some point.

The blond young man raised the stool in his hand, silently, and slammed it down on the back of Aite's head with a force that could kill people!

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Thanks for the big reward:

@九熙的小甲鹅: Jiuxi’s little penguin gave the trilobite x1 to "I’m on the Big Brother Recipe". 】