Two minutes later, Lin Fengmian walked out of the kitchen with a bag of garbage and a confused face, he stood in the living room as dim as a ruin for a while before coming back to his senses, I leaned on ...... What's the situation with the little nightingale's mother, this style of painting is too, isn't it? What about the bloody fight? What about the suspense thriller that is said to be? What the hell is this!

However, the excitement brought by the sudden change in the style of painting did not last long, and the confused young man had not stood for a few minutes with the garbage bag, and there was a slight and trivial strange sound in the direction of the second floor.

Well...... Listening to the subtle sound of not knowing what the situation was, Lin Fengmian put down the garbage bag, took out the fruit knife he had just found in the kitchen, and grasped it in his hand, although Mrs. Wang did not cause any danger (at most it was mental pollution), but what was the situation of Mr. Wang and the brothers in the mouths of the little nightingale...... In order to be sure, Lin Fengmian still carefully looked at the attributes of the object in his hand, and only after a glance did he find that-

Belch...... This really ...... It's just a very ordinary fruit knife.

[Item name: Ordinary fruit knife.] 】

[Quantity: X1.] 】

[Weight: 0.5kg.] 】

[Category: daily necessities.] 】

[Attribute: None.] 】

[Quality: Damaged. 】

[Number of uses: 2/3.] 】

[Summoning/Usage Conditions: None.] 】

[Skill: None.] 】

[Special Effects: None.] 】

[Remarks: A must-have product for home travel, Wo's Mom Supermarket 2070 promotional products, 3.5 yuan also gives a high-end peeler, only 3.5 yuan my friend! ] Don't miss the opportunity, lose it again! 】

…… Your uncle, what the hell is 2/3 of the number of uses? What does it mean to only use it again?

Any item found in the Death Illusion will have relevant item information, thanks to Lin Fengmian's ability, these things are just like their own manifestations in the eyes of others, they are very ordinary things, but Lin Fengmian is different, which also provides him with a lot of convenience, such as the inconspicuous fruit knife at the moment, if he didn't see its expiration date, maybe Brother Fengmian was really ready to kill the Quartet with the gadgets (if necessary), but after reading it, he was clearly aware of it...... Good steel has to be used on the blade, and this last chance to use it cannot be easily consumed.

According to the clues provided by the royal lady (that is also a clue?) Lin Fengmian understood that he should now follow the stairs in the direction of the second floor, but when he glanced down the stairs in the direction of the second floor, somehow, he suddenly remembered a certain death illusion he had passed before, the second floor in it......

Ghosts.

If you have a ghost, you have to get it.

Pouting, Lin Fengmian raised his feet and walked towards the second floor.

The stairs of this small western-style building are decent, the handrails on both sides have been broken and fallen off, leaving only the bare steps to stretch up, the second floor is also extremely dark, Lin Fengmian grabbed the fruit knife in his hand, moved up step by step, with a little force under his feet, the unique creaking sound of the wooden stairs spread in this dead space, although it was a little scary intermittently, fortunately, the steps were still quite firm, and the feeling from the soles of his feet told Lin Fengmian that it collapsed or something, it should not be enough.

On the second floor, Lin Fengmian found that there was an unexpected light source in this place, and there were a few weak wall lamps like rice grains on the mottled walls on both sides, which was really not easy.

However, although the light source is barely available, the scene on the second floor is ...... But it's even weirder (not to mention the degree of dilapidation, this place is about the same as the first floor), and the weird point is that even though Brother Fengmian squinted his dog's eyes and turned back and forth a few times, there was only a fucking corridor on the second floor, and there was only one room in the middle of the corridor.

Something is wrong, both in terms of the architectural layout and the hints of the little nightingale...... The second floor shouldn't be like this, in Lin Fengmian's opinion, this place should have multiple rooms, in addition to his father Mr. Wang, aren't there also brothers?

Lin Fengmian had also carefully observed when he was on the first floor before, even if the visual range was limited, there was no other room on the first floor except for a living room and kitchen, and he didn't see any family members except Mrs. Wang...... Could it be that dad and brothers...... All nested in this room?

Something is wrong?

Considering that there was no logic at all in the illusion world, Lin Fengmian didn't bother too much, he stood in front of the only door on the second floor, took a deep breath, and made a gesture to open the door.

"Click"

…… Everyday locking.

What the heck? The door is locked? Lin Fengmian frowned, tried again, and indeed ...... It's locked.

No, no, no, don't come to [look for the key everywhere] that kind of egg-hurting routine, God, I don't even have a candle at the moment, do this kind of ...... It's so embarrassing.

While Lin Fengmian was repeatedly turning the doorknob to ponder, there was a sudden slight sound of "pop, pop" in the room, Lin Fengmian's eyelids jumped, and he hurriedly lowered his body, put his ears on the door panel, held his breath, and listened carefully.

After listening to it for a long time, he didn't hear any noise, but it was certain that there must be a living creature in this room, he stood up and thought of Mrs. Wang, so he didn't think about looking for clues elsewhere, but raised his hand very directly and straightforwardly, and came three times with a sonorous and powerful gesture to the door panel in front of him.

"Tuk Tuk!"

"Who, who?" Really...... Sure enough!

Hearing someone in the room answer, Lin Fengmian twisted the corners of his mouth and replied, "I." As soon as the words fell, there was a restless sound of "Ding Lingdang" in the house, and the people in the house seemed to be very surprised and nervous about Lin Fengmian's visit, and after a while, the door opened...... A thin slit, a face that made Lin Fengmian a little disgusted appeared behind the crack in the door.

"Why, what?"

This is a young man in his twenties, the same age as Brother Fengmian, but from his face, he can't see the vitality that a young man should have, on the contrary, this face is not only wide, but also very oily, and the faint light of the wall lamp is a little brighter than it is unprovoked after the reflection of his respectful face; Lin Fengmian clearly observed that this person's heavenly court was prominent, his eye sockets were deep, and his cheekbones were high...... Even his lips and teeth were a little too thick.

Although Lin Fengmian said that he would not judge people by his appearance, but suddenly seeing such a face in this environment, he still couldn't help but tighten the chrysanthemum, he had seen Mr. Wang's appearance, and the goods behind the crack in the door were completely different, after a little thought, Lin Fengmian understood, this person is the same as himself, and he is also the little nightingale's fantasy, and then the illusion of the [brother], well...... One.

Eh, I guess everyone is not biological.

"Uh," Lin Fengmian paused, adjusted his rhythm, and asked, "Have you been to the kitchen?" Did you take the little nightingale's ice cream and eat it? ”

"W-What kitchen, kitchen, kitchen, kitchen?"