The fake daughter is bound to the mountain king system

Yu Jiao hurriedly said "don't worry" to her brothers and sisters and hung up the video. She and 778 looked at Feng Lan eagerly.

Hey, real first-hand news!

Facing the expectant gazes of the man and the cat, Feng Lan said nothing more. With a flick of his finger, the man and the cat fell down dizzy and entered Luo Jue's dream. The only difference was that Yu Jiao was caught safely, while 778 fell on the bamboo rocking chair with a thud...

Luo Jue's dream, or the memory of the hour before his death, was like an old movie with a gray filter.

There was a hint of weirdness in the dead air.

Yu Jiao couldn't help but pull Feng Lan's sleeve to pull herself out of that cold feeling, but her steps were still stuck in the mud. She couldn't help but grit her teeth and look down -

Yu Jiao: “…”

It turned out that 778 was the whole cat that was so scared that it hugged her calf.

She hurriedly picked up 778, not daring to step out of the area covered by Feng Lan's shadow, and her steps became furtive.

Feng Lan, who was walking in the front, looked particularly beautiful in comparison with the two timid leaders...

"here we go."

A certain mountain god with a fairy-like appearance turned around and saw a man and a cat hiding behind him, with only half of their head cautiously poking out, looking a little wretched.

He was silent for a moment, then looked away as if nothing had happened.

Just look at it this way...

On the day when the news of Luo Jue's death was announced, 778 had retrieved all the information it could find and learned that Luo Jin had visited Luo Jue in prison on the morning of his death, but that Luo Jin was no longer in his memory an hour before his death.

778: "It is also possible that Luo Jin forced his own brother to death to frame the host?"

It gestured with its cat paws and whispered, "Don't humans have a saying, 'the thief cries thief, thief!"

Yu Jiao: “There is such a saying.”

She grabbed 778's cat paw and blocked it in front of her eyes, and whispered in a low voice, as if she was afraid of waking someone up, "So aren't we looking for evidence?"

Feng Lan on the side: "..."

The mountain god hesitated to speak, and said tactfully, "This is just a memory. The person is dead, and his soul may be in the mouth of the ghost car."

"So, you don't have to lower your voice."

Yu Jiao hesitated: "I understand the truth..."

778 poked his head out, took a look, then retracted his head: "But Xiaoder looks really spooky..."

It's really spooky.

In the corner of the cell, a young man with a haggard face was sitting on a chair, staring at the wall with lifeless eyes. He banged his forehead against the wall again and again, and his cracked lips were buzzing.

Looking around, I can see that the environment in the cell is pretty good, clean and tidy, and there is a fairly hearty breakfast on the table next to it.

Logically speaking, even if Luo Jue was the young master of the Luo family, he would not become so haggard in such a short period of time under such conditions, not to mention that his mental state was like a ruin, like a ghost.

He just sat there facing the wall in a daze, repeatedly banging his head against the wall.

The words he muttered became louder and louder: "... Genius... I am a genius... I can't think of it... How can I not think of it..."

Suddenly, he rushed to the table like a madman, pierced his arm with the fork in the breakfast plate, and wrote two letters on the wall with blood: IF

Then there was a long pause.

The boy’s hands trembled, his eyes were bloodshot: “…I can’t write.” Then he collapsed, holding his head, and pounded the ground with his fists until blood was all over the ground. Then he cried and confessed, “I’m useless… Sister, I’m a waste… Sister… Sister, give me another chance…”

"...Yes, do it again... do it again!"

He went crazy like this until his fingers were exposed as white bones. Suddenly, a weird smile appeared on his face, and he raised the fork with trembling hands.

"Hey??"

[Eh! !]

At the last moment of the dream, Yu Jiao and 778 screamed at the same time, and then everything went dark!

Bang!

Yu Jiao was suddenly awakened from the scene and subconsciously hugged the cat in her arms... uh, not a cat.

It’s Feng Lan’s hand.

Yu Jiao let go of her hand as if nothing had happened, and then picked up the cat that was lying on the ground for some reason, "778, what did you say 'huh' just now?"

"Meow meow meow……"

778 meowed twice, but he was also confused: [I don't know, I always feel that there is a very familiar moment, like, like when the host completes a task, there is a feeling of electric shock. ]

Yu Jiao: “…”

Oh no, does she usually feel an electric shock when she completes Task 778? I haven't told her about it.

[Host, what were you surprised about just now? ]

778 stepped on Yu Jiao's breast, puzzled.

Yu Jiao: “This…”

She explained that when she entered the dream just now, she suddenly had an idea and activated the skill of the source of all things. She thought that Luo Jue had lived in Shoushan Village for so long, so he should be considered as a population under Feng Lan's jurisdiction? Maybe she could see what this guy was thinking...

"…But the moment he raised the fork, all the words on his head disappeared, as if he was no longer a human being before he died."

"..."

This statement was so terrifying that 778 was furious again.

"It was just a feeling. Maybe he didn't think about anything at that time?"

Yu Jiao stroked its fur while pointing out other suspicious points, "Why is there a metal fork? What does IF mean? Do we have to do it all over again..."

What, you want to be reborn?

778 Answer: [It was designed! Host, there are reports online that you have a lot of connections behind the scenes and sent the tools to kill your adoptive parents' brother! IF... Could IF be the beginning of the code...? ]

Feng Lan, who had been in the audience for a while, said, "The color of that human's soul is much darker than before."

He pondered for a while and came to the conclusion that was closest to the truth, "Some of his talents or destiny were taken away."

"Eh? Can talent be taken away?"

"of course."

Feng Lan gave an example, "It's like finding a substitute when being chased by a ghost, or exchanging bad luck for good luck, or throwing money away to exchange for the health of the person who picked up the money..."

"..."

Yu Jiao tactically retreats.

Do all of these actually exist?

She was attracted by Feng Lan's words, and suddenly she remembered a thought that flashed through her mind when she left Huating. She couldn't help but guess cautiously, "Is it possible that someone inexplicably gave a certain talent to a random passerby...?"

Feng Lan looked at her in surprise, "Of course not..."

"Huh, I really thought too much—"

Before Yu Jiao could relax, she heard him add the second half of the sentence, "It can't be inexplicable, it must be profitable."

Feng Lan pondered, "I've said before that the heroine you mentioned came here to steal the luck of this place. You are the variable, so attacking your reputation is a win-win situation. But if Luo Jue's talent was given by a third party hidden somewhere... No, there are not so many third parties. Maybe Luo Yaoyao is the source of everything."

"Giving talents, plundering luck, and then recycling talents and accumulated luck... just like a parasitic wasp?"

Feng Lan was certain: "If the luck of the rest of the Luo family, especially the 'female protagonist', rises over the next period of time, then it should be almost certain."

778 Supplement: [So is it possible! Luo Yaoyao also has a system! ]

Yu Jiao held up her chin, "The reason why I couldn't see Luo Jue's wish at the moment of his death was because he was completely under the control of the 'female protagonist' or another system at that time and had lost the ability to think for himself?"

778 hesitated for a moment, [So is this considered homicide? ]

The three detectives looked at their phones silently after finding out the result they had guessed.

So, if it was a system killing, would calling 110 be helpful...

"Jingle Bell!"

The phone seemed unable to withstand three gazes and rang tremblingly. Yu Jiao picked up the phone and heard Chen Sirui's voice on the other end.

"Boss, our live broadcast room seems to be targeted by hackers..."