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  He knows me?

  Fu Anan\'s first reaction was to be an enemy, but this overly attentive action and the appearance of finally finding an organization made her dispel this suspicion.

  After all, I also guessed that I used to have a good status, and it is very normal to have one or two followers.

  Fu Anan glanced at him without showing any trace, then turned to look at the staff next to him, "I know this person, can he send me up?"

"Can."

  The staff member smiled and nodded, then handed over the room card.

  Yang Jie took it, and looked at Fu An\'an in a daze—Fu Dui is indeed Fu Dui, and she spends money when others work.

   It still costs 2,000 yuan a night to stay in a business room.

  Yang Jie is full of admiration at the moment, but Fu Anan is... all thinking, trying to get more information about himself from Yang Jie.

   When she got to the room, she smiled slightly, "Sit on your own."

  Yang Jie obediently found a place to sit down, looking a little stiff.

Fu Anan sat across from him, and found a topic to cut into, "After I left, how are you doing these days?" "The most difficult game was the one with you in the hospital. I got it over here."

  Yang Jie couldn\'t say he was defenseless, but he just felt that Fu An\'an couldn\'t figure out anything with him. This kind of blind feeling that he is very good, and when he unilaterally worships Fu An\'an, he will say everything in detail. Including the questions that have been simmering in my heart before—

   "Team Fu, do you know that there was a successor contest before? There was an S-level player who almost became the successor of No. 01, also named Fu Anan."

  He asked very cautiously.

  To be honest, Fu Anan wanted to know what happened before she lost her memory.

   So she acquiesced.

  Yang Jie opened his mouth in disbelief. He just guessed casually, but he didn\'t know it was true.

   This is a kind of shock that is similar to recognizing a policeman as a big brother in troubled times. In fact, the real identity of the policeman is Altman! He didn\'t come back to his senses for a long time, the legend was right in front of his eyes, what an honor it was to be able to play games with Fu An\'an!

   "We all thought you were dead...fallen."

  Yang Jie spoke after a while.

  She leaned on the back of the sofa, changed to a powerful sitting posture, "tell me everything you know and hear."

  The objective facts were processed by Yang Jie\'s subjective consciousness, and he talked for a whole hour.

  Eliminating a lot of exaggerated descriptions, Fu Anan still found a lot of information from it.

  First of all, we must make sure that she is the legendary Fu An\'an who plays games every day and plays games every day. The father who was once about to become a survival gamer disappeared mysteriously for some reason.

  Under this background premise:

  First: She is an S-level player. S-level players have special abilities. We all know that she is a very strong (very dark-hearted, like a shit-stirring stick) space player. Fu An\'an remembered his strange ability to suddenly "up" Dong XZ, and stretched out his hand to take out the ancestral radio, put it in and took it out again.

  Second: She is fat. Several props are used in the hospital copy alone.

  Third: She has a huge organization behind her. Among them, the core players are all masters, and the number of ordinary players is huge. During the planetary melee, he used the crowd tactics to torture other Blue Star S-level players to tears.

  Although there may be exaggerated elements in it, it does not prevent her from knowing that she is very powerful.

  Then her special abilities, her props, her raw points...

  Thinking of the days when the game first started, she had no points and was so hungry that she ate mud. The survival system gave her some props, and she was foolishly grateful to Dade. There is also the nonsense that the survival system promises to kill the super virus and make yourself the successor of No. 01 or other rewards...

  Abominable face!

   Wait, props?

  Fu Anan suddenly thought of something, "You said I used to have a lot of props? What props do I have?"

   "It\'s… I don\'t know."

  Each player\'s props are like their own bank card passwords, who will show them to others.

   After speaking, he glanced at the time, but he didn\'t expect that he had been absent from work for an hour! Yang Jie quickly stood up, "Fu Dui, I have to go back to work."

   "Aren\'t you a player?"

  Fu Anan looked at the uniform on his body, "Is this your game identity?"

   “…this is the foundation of my game.”

   Not everyone can get rich right from the start like Fu Anan.

  Yang Jie is the one who exchanged 50 points for 50,000 yuan and lost everything in a day in the casino.

  With no money for housing or food, they can only sell themselves to work in casinos at a price far below the market. There are actually quite a lot of players like him, and it\'s not uncomfortable for everyone to be miserable. But when asked by Team Fu, there is an inexplicable sense of shame.

   "Okay, then you go to work first."

  Fu Anan nodded reservedly and let him go.

  ##

   "Game Manager, come out!"

  After Yang Jie left, Fu Anan immediately summoned the spy system.

  【Again, master. 】

   The supercomputer butler who was specially woken up was a little excited.

   It has been back for so long, and the number of times it has been actively called out can be counted on one hand.

  Listening to the dog-legged voice of the super game butler, Fu Anan went straight in, "Are you a game prop?"

【Yes. 】

   "Before I lost my memory, were you my game prop?"

【Yes】

   The super game steward answered very smoothly, because the survival system does not have regulations. When asked, can he say that in this case, the item system gives priority to the honest treaty with the host.

   "What about the other props that were packaged with you?"

  Fu Anan asked quietly.

  【It was also yours before. 】

  The voice of the Super Game Butler Mechanic said flatly, maybe because it is different from the usual reason, suddenly there is an ominous premonition.

   "In other words, you have been following me for a long time."

  Fu Anan regained his sitting posture as a boss, "Then you have decided now, who will you choose to be your real master?"

  【My master, you are the only one. 】

   "No, you still have a host-survival system."

  Fu Anan looked at the mid-air of the hotel room with meaningful eyes, "A loyal minister does not serve the second king, you can only choose one of the two masters, you know?"

  The room was quiet, and the words of the host always made people tremble.

"In the human world, there are two words, double-faced and sloppy. Such people die the first in the struggle, and the system is the same. Now I resist you, the survival system distrusts you and is dispensable, don\'t you realize If you continue like this, no matter who wins in the future, you will not end well.

  I, Survival System, only one can be chosen between the two. "

  Fu Anan was talking while playing with the lighter on the table.

  Just now, she had an extremely bold idea.