In the next few days, Fu Mo still lived the same life as before, but out of fear of Aunt Jin, Fu Mo rarely wandered around the garden in the manor, except for the necessary three meals a day, but hid back in his room.

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

"1973, how long will it take for you and your mother to come back," Fu Fu leaned on the railing of the balcony, looking at the dense trees and a road in the distance. It was the only road in the estate that led to the outside world.

[I don't know, the information provided by the client does not mention the information of Luo's father and mother's business trip.] ]

And 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 deliberately marked a little, that is, "Although Luo's father and Luo's mother are busy with work, they never go on business trips".

Then this time Luo's father and Luo's mother have been on a business trip for so long, it has nothing to do with Fu Wei, and the code on 1973 is not believed.

How could it be such a coincidence? The coincidence is too bizarre to explain it in just a few words - that is the truth.

"Oh," Fu Wei changed her posture again, she held the railing with both hands, looking at the tall buildings in the distance outside the manor, the desire to go out in her heart seemed to be put into a bubble machine, constantly fluttering and rising and then shattering in the air.

"I want to get out."

The sound fluttered in the air, and then it was blown away by the breeze and scattered in the air, without a shadow.

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

"They weren't kidnapped, were they?" Fu Wei frowned and looked at the bright red number behind Luomu's phone number on the phone, and threw the phone to the bed on the side angrily.

Out of sight, out of mind.

She opened the entrusted Rao ins account, this time she browsed much more carefully than last time, not only carefully studied the copywriting and pictures, but also did not 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 Kim, and I've 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 rest of the daily life. It's not an exaggeration to love deeply, and it's no wonder that Aunt Jin was so surprised when Fu Wei answered hesitantly.

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

"Didn't you notice anything wrong?" Fu Wei's gaze stayed on the computer screen, staring intently at the matcha mousse, and the uneasy premonition in his heart became bigger and bigger.

[What's wrong?] 1973 is still confused and didn't understand, isn't it matcha mousse? The client just likes to eat, but he just posted a few more pictures, what's so surprising?

Fu Wei has taken 1973 now, and she has put something wrong in front of her eyes, why is she still so stupid. She took screenshots of all the client's ins dynamic interfaces for sending matcha mousse, and then pointed them out to 1973 one by one.

"Look, this is a picture of matcha mousse commissioned by Rong Yifa, the time was in March of 15 years, and you looked at this one in July of 17 years, did you find anything?"

When she took a screenshot, she deliberately took a part of the comment, and Fu Wei put the mouse on the comment on the 17-year-old ins, clearly indicating 1973.

[I seem to have discovered that she loved to eat Aunt Jin's mousse for 15 years, but she ate Aunt Jin's mousse for the first time in 17 years, and the two times were not right.] ]

A person likes something by himself, and he sees it for the first time two years later, how strange it looks.

1973 is silent for a moment, then asks again: [Could it be... Possessed? ]

It's like it used Chu for its body before.

Fu Mo nodded, not negating 1973's speculation, "I don't rule out this possibility, but don't you think she has been possessed too many times?" ”

She clicked on several other screenshots of matcha mousse, and looked at the "first time eating" mentioned by the client more or less in the comments or copywriting, and fell into contemplation, from 15 years to the present, the client has posted a total of eight ins of eating matcha mousse for the first time, if it is really possessed, then it is conservatively estimated that there are 7 times.

The numbers are staggering.

1973: [Who are the possessed people, ghosts or...?] ]

It can't be a system like it, right?

It's just that the interstellar alliance is extremely strict in the management of the system to follow the mission world, and it is impossible to have 7 mission systems in one world within five years, at least one year apart, and the shortest interval between the first commissions is only three months, which is not a system at all.

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

"I don't know, I still have to study and study," Fu Wei remembered all the pictures he had just screenshotted in his mind, and then moved all the pictures to the recycle bin and deleted them all.

The world was full of strangeness, and she slumped back in her chair, staring at the flower board distractedly.

What she never dared to tell 1973 was that her accurate and smack-smacking sixth sense kept telling her an answer - she couldn't get the job done.

"Forget it, I'd better go sleep, I'm sleepy," Fu Mo stretched his waist, hammered both shoulders left and right, and slowly fell asleep with curiosity and irritability.

And not long after she fell asleep, the door of the exquisite and elegant room was gently opened from the outside, and she slowly walked to the edge of Fu Wei's bed and sat down, the moonlight outside the window penetrated in, sprinkled on the woman's shawl hair, and illuminated the woman's obsessive, greedy, and somewhat fierce eyes.

But the sleeping Fu Mo was unaware of this, and 1973 also fell into a moment of recuperation because of her sleep, and she didn't know anything about what was happening in the room.

It wasn't until the faint light that the figure moved, leaned over and imprinted a kiss on Fu Wei's forehead, and then left the room with the same unhurried pace as before.

A minute later, in the kitchen on the first floor of the villa, the sound of chopping vegetables slowly came out.

"Luo Luo, it's time for breakfast," Aunt Jin shouted kindly, as if she had forgotten her threatening attitude towards Lyco.

Aunt Jin spoke, and Fu Wei, who had a handle in her hand, was naturally obedient and smiled at her sweetly.

She sat down on the chair and pulled with her about ordinary daily life, "Aunt Jin, why are you not tied up your hair today, are you not wearing rubber bands?" ”

She tore a rubber band from her wrist and handed it over, looking at Aunt Kim calmly.

"That's right," Aunt Jin chuckled and took it, directly bending her five fingers into claws, shuttling through her hair at will, but in a minute's effort, Aunt Jin had already tied up the black hair of the shawl, revealing a red dot on her earlobe.

"That's right," Fu Wei had just stepped on the stairs when he heard Aunt Jin's voice coming from downstairs.

Aunt Jin asked with some joy and some uneasiness.

"Are you going to eat matcha mousse today?"