I am a god in script killing

Chapter 81 Rose's Funeral (15)

Stopping by to buy dinner, Bo Jun carried it into the house.

"Thank you Brother Jiu," Bo Juan turned on the light and closed the door with a slightly teasing tone, "Without you, I would have to squat at the door to pick the lock. I would look like a thief at night. My neighbors would think I was crazy for studying psychology."

069:"……"

Not to mention, it's quite a picture.

When the lights came on to illuminate the room, Bao Jun was slightly stunned——

Very clean and tidy, almost spotless.

The room is not stained to the point that it looks like no one has lived in it.

"Bai Wei really lives in this house?"

When Bo Jun saw the shoes on the shoe cabinet, he could confirm that this was indeed Bai Wei's residence, but she kept saying, "Brother, we can be regarded as robbery and stealing when we enter the house."

069 paused, and went to poison the school computer again.

"Well, really," 069 quickly found the result, "I'm sure."

Bo Juan just complained casually. He really didn't expect Mr. System to be so serious. He couldn't help but have a faint smile on his eyebrows:
"Brother, you are so serious, I just said it casually."

069: "..." With so many players, there is no one who dares to joke with him.

After all, he is the default, the supervisor and executor of the game.

Besides, Bo Jun was not the first offender.

069 sighed softly: "Don't always..." trouble me.

The data of the next two words scrolled around, but there was still no pronunciation.

The emotion of active data, even the data itself, can be mishandled, and it will produce feelings similar to "human".

System data is not dead, know what it's like to be close and a friend.

"Huh?" Bo Jun didn't finish listening to him, raised his eyebrows in doubt, and smiled nonchalantly, "What? Am I going to accept the condemnation?"

"No." After the data fluctuated and calmed down, 069 changed the subject, "Let's talk about the plot, the supernatural script."

"You want to ask why Bai Wei was not recognized by Ren Huai?" Bo Jun followed him to change the subject, "You know more about supernatural scripts than I do, brother, the ranking of 001 is so simple."

"Didn't you let me push the ture ending?"

069 clearly remembered what Bo Jun said in the last script, and didn't blame her for what she meant, but was afraid of delaying time by making a mistake.

"Brother, be more generous, forget about the joke as long as you can," Bo Jun thought for a while before vaguely remembering that he said it, and said with a smile, "Is it a pure soul that a person becomes a ghost after death?"

"It's not true in some supernatural scripts," 069 said. "In such scripts, people's 'soul' and 'spirit' are separated after death, and their memories are fragmented..."

069 stopped talking, he understood.

"Ninth Brother," Bo Jun still smiled, "I know that your dual quotient has returned to the normal level of a normal human being, but it's not at the player's level or at the system's level. We can reason after intermediate or advanced scripts." Not too late."

"..." 069 chose to follow her, "So you use this clue to determine what kind of Ren Huai belongs to?"

"Well," Bo Jun began to look through Bai Wei's record book at home, "There is a saying in "Zi Bu Yu": "The soul of a person is good but evil, and the soul of a person is stupid." We met Ren Huai's kind-hearted It's a 'soul', after all, if he has resentment, he can't be so careful with people and things."

"What about his evil spirit?"

"Look for the 'hun' first and then the 'po', you said don't worry," Bo Juan knew, "otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat that evil soul."

Bo Jun took out a notebook that wasn't a mosaic, and finally found the notes. When he looked at it, his expression froze:
"Ninth brother, we have a clue."

(End of this chapter)