Fast travel: report to the host, the system crashed again!

Chapter 133 Detective or Murderer ([-])

Elvis felt a little weird to be called young by a person of his own age, but what Dale said was indeed not bad. In terms of social experience, Elvis was not as good as Dale at all.

"Oh, what a trouble, I'm hungry, let's go and eat with me!" Stipping out the cigarette butt, stepping on the ash and debris, Dale returned to the room with his arms around Elvis's shoulders affectionately.

But that incident was always haunting Elvis' mind, and his detective sense told him that it might have something to do with the owner of this body.

Returning to the residence after the wedding banquet, Elvis opened the door to visit the room, the first thing he saw was a photo on the desk, the long-haired woman on it was holding his arm, with her head resting on his shoulder , smiling very sweetly.

It turned out that the owner of this body also had a girlfriend. In an instant, certain elements in his mind were connected together, and Elvis came up with a bold idea.

This is a black-and-white photo. There are already color photos in this era. A bourgeois like him can afford a color photo. The only possibility is that someone in the photo is dead!

He himself is living here well, so it is only possible that the woman in the photo has died, and combined with the strong sadness in his heart when listening to the conversation between the two people in the garden before, and what Dale said about a person'suicide', could it be that person is The person in the photo?

"Yes." After some deliberation, the system also gave an affirmative answer. The system thought that since Elvis wanted to experience the detective game, let him figure it out by himself, as long as he doesn't Do something that violates this world line, and the system will turn a blind eye.

So the original owner of this body became a detective because of the death of his girlfriend?This girlfriend seems to be a very important existence to the original owner.

"Yes, so ask the host to prepare to go out." He leaned on the bookshelf and meditated. Such a sudden voice from the system made his body tremble in fright, and he bumped into the books on the bookshelf. hit him on the foot.

"Hiss~~" Ervis slowly pulled his feet out of the book. Because he wanted to maintain his image, his facial expression looked a little strange.

Before he asked what he was going to do, his body began to act uncontrollably. The system explained this phenomenon: "This is what the original owner wanted to do."

Strong will?What are you going to do?
A very bad premonition rose in Elvis's heart. With such an identity and background setting, he always felt that this detective might be a boss.

"You still want to be the boss." The system mocked ruthlessly upon hearing that Dervis blushed. Is the system so over the top these days!Even if he is well-cultivated, he can't stand the system's targeting like this.

Besides, isn't he the main character? !Shouldn't it be more powerful than the boss!
"The host is thinking too much, we didn't say you are the protagonist." The contemptuous words broke Elvis' fantasy again, why isn't he the protagonist?Could it be that the main character is Dell?But in this way, it echoes the plot of ordinary detective novels. In this way, I will indeed become black in the later stage, isn't that the boss's reservation?

"Yes, but you can't become a boss." The system once again denied Elvis' judgment, completely crushing his self-esteem.

(End of this chapter)