The fake daughter returns, and the villain cannon fodder becomes the group's favorite

[Wow, eating melons on the spot is so exciting! ]

[Hahahahahahaha, I am dying of laughter. The reason he couldn't leave in time was that he was stuck!]

[He is a talented person. Has he not been out for a long time? If the vent is his entrance and exit, how could he be stuck today?]

[I am a little curious that Jiang Nianke's story has been told for so long, but that person still doesn't run away and waits for someone to catch him?]

[Is there a possibility that it was pride? The first version of the story was spread by him. Just like in suspense and mystery novels, the murderer will often disguise himself at the scene after committing a crime to confuse the investigators and the public. Some proud murderers will go to the scene or listen to others talking about their work, which is a bit provocative and proud.]

[Yes, yes. And after telling the first story, Jiang Nian asked the police to rush to South City. There was no delay at all. The fact that he didn’t run away later was purely due to his own reasons.]

"Okay, that's the end of the story." Jiang Nianke said with a smile.

The others all looked unsatisfied, and were recalling the details of the story in their minds.

"Will that volunteer teacher eventually become a vengeful ghost?" Shen Youning asked.

During the time she spent with Jiang Nianke, she saw how different Jiang Nianke was and learned about things that were completely different from her previous life.

I deeply feel that the end of the universe is metaphysics.

Others seemed to have the same idea and looked at Jiang Nian Ke, waiting for an answer.

Jiang Nianke smiled and said, "She is the prototype of the sexy ghost. There is also the contrast between her personality five years ago and five years later, as well as the child. You can think about it carefully."

At this point, everyone else suddenly understood.

He looked at the others in shock and saw the understanding in their eyes.

Even though the clan leader had some skills and made up a fictional ghost, the sexy ghost in the story seemed real and alive.

How can you describe something that no one has ever seen in a vivid and lifelike way?

First, they have a strong imagination. They can completely imagine and immerse themselves in it, experience it personally, and bring to life something they have never seen or that does not exist at all.

Second, that is, the thing has its own consciousness, it writes itself into it, and its story is recorded by other people's hands and spread through other people's mouths.

Jiang Haoyu hugged the pillow tighter in his arms, his voice trembling, "Second brother...can I sleep with you tonight...I'm...scared."

Jiang Mingcheng glanced at Jiang Haoyu, who was trembling with fear, and the words of refusal came to his lips but did not come out.

"Bring your own pillow." Jiang Mingcheng said.

"Okay...thank you, brother."

Shen Youning was also a little scared, so she took Yu Yousheng's hand and said, "Sister Shengsheng, let's sleep together."

Yu Yousheng nodded and looked at Jiang Nianke. He had originally wanted to invite her, but when he saw that she looked so relaxed and contented, without any fear on her face, he swallowed the words back.

Jiang Nianke noticed her gaze and smiled widely, "Let's sleep together! My bed is very big, and we can chat then."

[Hehe, the Song family just happened to have some gossips come out, it’s better to share the joy with others than to enjoy it alone. ]

Their eyes lit up instantly and they nodded at Jiang Nianke.

Shen Qinian glanced at them and thought he wanted to eat this melon too! He was quite curious when he saw the statement issued by the Song family before.

I didn’t expect there would be a sequel.

Jiang Haoyu also looked at it with envy. At this moment, he wished very much that he was a girl so that he could eat melons. Moreover, with Jiang Nian in his arms, he would not be afraid of any monsters.

As if remembering something, he looked at Bai Yuncheng again. His room was right next to Jiang Nianke's room, separated by just a wall.

Great! He can eat the melon!

Bai Yuncheng looked at him in confusion, not understanding his crying and laughing expression.

[Ah? Don’t you want to play anymore? I still want to watch you play games!]

[If you don't play, can you tell me which zone they are in? I have good skills and we can play together! ]

[Me too! I am omnipotent!]

[ah? ]

Xue's mother still lamented the volunteer teacher, "What a pity for that child."

Jiang Nianke said to the phone, "Hello, Xue Yi, are you still there?"

Xue Yi heard the voice and responded immediately, "Ah? Ah! It's still there, it's still there!"

"Let's get off first. We can play together again next time. Study hard. Bye Aunt Xue. I'll chat with you another day."

Xue's mother: "Okay, the little girl is really kind! She helped the police solve another case. She is really kind-hearted. I won't say more. Auntie is going to bed too."

As he was speaking, he heard the door closing.

Xue Yi was a little hesitant sitting on the gaming chair, "Um... when will you be online next time?"

Now that he knows their identities, and that they are all big stars, there will be no chance for him to play with them again.

This time it seemed like he just finished recording the show and got home before he started playing the game.

Jiang Nian said jokingly, "We'll call you when the time comes!"

"Ah?" Before Xue Yi understood the meaning of this sentence, he saw them exit the room and go offline.

He was feeling a little depressed. He was really a game fan, and his enthusiasm was somewhat forced. This did not just refer to the game aspect.

Just now he heard Jiang Nianke catch a criminal from more than ten years ago with just one story.

He was surprised and excited, and he also liked reading some mystery novels.

I fantasized that I was a master at solving crimes, and that I could find the murderer who had been hiding for years with just a few clues.

He thought about ending the live broadcast first, it was already 11 o'clock. He usually ended the live broadcast at 10 o'clock.

When I looked up, I saw a 1 in the chat box. The screen went black for a moment. When I clicked on it, the message was read out. It was a WeChat ID.

He quickly took out his phone and added the other party, who agreed soon after.

He was also given a business card called Vast Universe.

"Today's live broadcast ends here. It will continue on time tomorrow. You guys should go to bed now." Xue Yi said.

[Ah! I haven’t seen enough!]

[So fast!! Okay, good night everyone.]

[I can't sleep, can you guys sleep?]

Click, the live broadcast is closed.

Ten million people in the live broadcast room: …

No, we still have so many people here! You just say shut it down?

Very unique! I'm following!

[This is Jiang Haoyu’s WeChat. He asked you to add him so that you can play together.]

Jiang Nianke sent him a WeChat message.

Xue Yi rolled over and over on the bed excitedly, replied excitedly and respectfully, and then added Jiang Haoyu.

The two chatted for a while, said good night to each other, and made an appointment to play games next time.

"Then let's go back to sleep. I'm so sleepy." Jiang Nianke raised his hand and yawned.

Others: Are you really going to sleep? You just want to eat melons!

[Hehehe! It’s time to eat melons! I’m going to eat all the melons I haven’t eaten these days spicy! Eat spicy! ]

Shen Youning and Yu Yousheng also went upstairs happily.

Others looked at their backs with envy.

Bai Yuncheng was also planning to go upstairs, but as soon as he stood up, his shoulders were grabbed.

Jiang Haoyu leaned in close to him and said, "Don't lock the door tonight."

After saying that, he returned to his room with the pillow in his arms, and took another pillow to Jiang Mingcheng's room.

Since Bai Yuncheng came here, he has been learning about this world every day. Now he can speak a lot of words and his language is quite fluent.

He didn't quite understand what Jiang Haoyu meant, but he didn't lock the door, so he guessed that he wanted to eat melons.

At night, 3 am.