What should I do if Quick Transmigration is downgraded?

Chapter 182 "True" Lin Daiyu and the Thief 12
In the next few days, Fu Che lived as before, but out of fear of Aunt Jin, Fu Che rarely wandered around the garden of the manor except for the necessary three meals a day, but hid Back to his room.

After going back and forth like this for a few days, Fu Che finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"1973, how long do you think it will take Luofu and Luomu to come back?" Fu Qi lay on the railing of the balcony, looking at the densely packed trees in the distance and a road across it.That is the only way the manor can lead to the outside world.

[I don’t know, the information provided by the client did not mention the information about Luo’s father and Luo’s mother’s business trip. ]
What surprised 1973 was that the client couldn't help but not mention Luo's father and Luo's mother's previous business trips, and even marked it a bit, that is, "Although Luo's father and Luo mother are busy with work, they never go on business."

Then Luo's father and Luo's mother have been away on business for so long this time, saying that it has nothing to do with Fu Che, and the codes all over 1973 would not believe it.

How could there be such a coincidence?Too unbelievable coincidence can only be explained in a few words - that is the truth.

"Oh," Fu Qiao changed her posture again. She leaned on the railing with both hands, looking at the tall buildings in the distance outside the manor. Rise and then break in the air.

"I want to escape."

The sound fluttered in the air, and then was blown to pieces by the breeze, scattered in the air, invisible.

In the evening, Fu Che called Luo's father and Luo's mother again, but there was still an indifferent electronic female voice on the other end of the phone, and the call was still not answered.

"Aren't they kidnapped?" Fu Qiao frowned and looked at the bright red numbers behind Luomu's phone number on the phone, and said angrily that he threw the phone on the bed beside him.

Out of sight out of mind.

She opened the client's ins account, and this time she browsed more carefully than last time. Not only did she study the copywriting and pictures carefully, but she didn't even let go of every comment on ins.

Until she saw another picture of matcha mousse.

[The client really likes the matcha mousse made by Aunt Jin, and has seen it several times. ]
Most of the client's ins are sad and dark copywriting and pictures, and matcha mousse accounts for more than half of the other daily routines.It is not an exaggeration to say that she is deeply in love, and it is no wonder that Aunt Jin was so surprised when Fu Qiao hesitated to answer that day.

I have made it a habit to eat matcha mousse, just like rice, it will not get greasy for a long time.

"Didn't you find anything wrong?" Fu Qiao's eyes stayed on the computer screen, staring intently at the matcha mousse, feeling more and more uneasy.

[What's wrong? ] 1973 is still confused and doesn’t understand, isn’t it just matcha mousse?The client just likes to eat, and he just posted a few more pictures, so what's so surprising?
Fu Qiao is convinced of 1973 now, she has put something wrong in front of it, why is she still acting so stupid.She took screenshots of all the ins dynamic interfaces of the client posting matcha mousse, and pointed them to 1973 one by one.

"Look, this is the first time the client posted a picture of matcha mousse. It was in March of 15, and you looked at this in July of 3. Did you find anything?"

When she took the screenshot, she deliberately intercepted a part of the comment. Fu Qiao put the mouse on the comment of the ins in 17, clearly indicating 1973.

[I seem to have found out that she said that she loved the mousse made by Aunt Jin the most in 15, but in 17 she said that she was the first to eat mousse made by Aunt Jin, and the two times did not match. ]
A person who says he likes something, but two years later he says it is the first time he has seen that thing, how weird it seems.

1973 was silent for a moment, and then asked in a low voice: [Could it be... Possession? ]
Just like it did with Chu on the body before.

Fu Qiao nodded, without denying 1973's guess, "I can't rule out the possibility, but don't you think she has been possessed too many times?"

She clicked on several other screenshots with matcha mousse, and fell into deep thought as she looked at the "first time eating" mentioned by the client in comments or copywriting. From 15 years to now, the client has In total, I posted eight times on Instagram about eating matcha mousse for the first time. If it was true that I was possessed, it would be a conservative estimate of seven times.

The numbers are staggering.

1973: [Who are the possessed people, ghosts or...? ]
It can't be a system like it, can it?
It's just that the Interstellar Alliance has extremely strict management of systems following missions to the world. It's simply impossible for seven mission systems to be launched in one world within five years. The interval must be at least one year, and the client's first interval is as short as Three months, it is impossible to be a system at all.

The rest of the possibility... 1973 can only guess at the ghost.

"I don't know, I have to do more research," Fu Shen remembered all the pictures he just took screenshots in his mind, then moved all the pictures to the recycle bin and deleted them all.

This world is really full of strangeness everywhere, she slumped on the chair, staring at the ceiling.

What she hadn't dared to tell 1973 was that her astonishingly accurate sixth sense kept telling her an answer—she couldn't complete the task.

"Forget it, I'd better go take a nap, I'm so sleepy," Fu Shen stretched, then hit his shoulders left and right, and slowly fell asleep with full of curiosity and irritability.

And not long after she fell asleep, the exquisite and elegant door was gently opened from the outside, and she walked slowly to Fu Che's bed and sat down. The moonlight from the window came in and sprinkled on the woman's shawl hair , It also illuminated the woman's obsessed, greedy, and somewhat fierce eyes.

But Fu Kai, who was sleeping soundly, didn't notice this, and 1973 also fell into a rest period because of her sleep, and didn't know anything about what happened in the room.

It wasn't until dawn that the figure moved, leaned over and pressed a kiss on Fu Che's forehead, and left the room at the same unhurried pace as before.

One minute later, the sound of cutting vegetables slowly came from the kitchen on the first floor of the villa.

"Luo Luo, come and have breakfast soon," Aunt Jin called out kindly, as if she had forgotten her threatening attitude towards Qi that day.

When Aunt Jin opened her mouth, Fu Qi, who had something in her hand, was naturally obedient and smiled sweetly at her.

She sat down on the chair and chatted with her about ordinary daily life, "Aunt Jin, why didn't you tie your hair up today, did you not wear a rubber band?"

She said as she tore off a rubber band from her wrist and handed it over, looking at Aunt Jin calmly.

"That's right," Aunt Jin took it with a chuckle, bent her five fingers into claws, and ran through her hair at will. In just one minute, Aunt Jin had already tied up her black hair in the shawl, revealing the hair on her earlobe. A small red dot.

"By the way," Fu Qiao had just stepped up the stairs when he heard Aunt Jin's voice from downstairs.

Aunt Jin was a little happy and a little uneasy when she asked.

"Do you still want matcha mousse today?"

(End of this chapter)