My name is Su the Anti-Person

The player, Memory Master, woke up from a 108-square-meter European-style bed.

She sat in the middle of the bed in a daze, and saw a group of maids with identical faces busying themselves silently in the distance.

Each maid has a name on her head, such as the one closest to her, called Second Miss's personal maid A.

"Excuse me......"

These two words were like a bomb dropped into the silent bedroom.

One maid wanted to scream but was immediately covered by her companions' mouths; another maid quickly squatted down with her head in her hands and closed her eyes; another maid stood there and cried.

The illusionist did not dare to say another word until only two maids were left in the bedroom. She then asked in a low voice: "Why are they so afraid of me?"

"Good morning, Second Miss, because they have seen your bare face and are about to be sold."

"Why can't we see her without makeup? Isn't this modern? Why is there talk of selling it?"

"Because you are the eldest daughter of the Su family." The smile on the maid's face remained unchanged.

The illusionist jumped out of bed and looked in the mirror. A beautiful girl was reflected in the mirror with a line of big words on her head: Su the villain. The fake daughter who was stolen by the nanny.

The Memory Master took a deep breath and said, "You guys go out. I want to be alone."

When she was the only one left in the room, the second young lady in the mirror was suddenly replaced by a girl with white hair and a white dress. She was holding an old piece of paper with the rules written on it.

1. The real daughter is the eternal enemy of the fake daughter. The real daughter wants to kill the fake daughter. Don’t trust the real daughter.

2. In the course of fairy tales, the villain always makes things difficult for the princess, but in the ending, the princess and the prince always live happily together.

3. The villain must look like a villain. A qualified villain is always vicious enough to please people. Every villain has only three chances to fail.

The moment she finished reading the rules, the Memory Master finally remembered that she was a detective and came here as a player with the sole purpose of completing the ghost story game according to the rules.

She searched the bedroom but found nothing, so she dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.

At the dinner table, the illusionist saw the names above everyone's heads and felt that this family was even more chaotic than her life of more than twenty years.

Master, your biological father has mild dementia and is convinced that you are not his biological daughter: "The reason why we are all gathered here today is to celebrate the return of our long-lost little daughter Mary!"

Madam, your biological mother was the nanny of the Su family and she switched you with Mary. "Welcome!"

The housekeeper has been having an affair with his stepmother for many years and thinks he is your biological father: "Ms. Mary, not over there, this way please."

My brother has always loved you but has not confessed his love to you due to blood ties. He is about to change his mind and fall in love with someone else: "Sister Mary, you have suffered in a poor family, but don't bring your poverty into the family."

Brother. Your brother who has the same father and mother is about to fall in love with Sumali: "Humph, you look so ignorant and unworthy to sit with us."

The two brothers started to argue with each other in the morning, vying to express their contempt for Sumali.

Grandma. Real Alzheimer's: "Eat, eat."

Led by the drooling grandmother, the family turned their expectant gaze towards the illusionist.

The illusionist put on a sunny and cheerful smile and said to the delicate Sumali: "Let Sujek welcome you first."

Sujek. Your fiancé: "Welcome."

That's it! How dare he lie down if he doesn't roll up! The Memory Master screamed wildly in his heart.

She painfully participated in the family's internal competition, reading in the most vicious tone of her life: "What will be served in a while will be all delicious things you have never seen. If you haven't eaten them before, eat more."

The red heart in the upper right corner, representing three chances, cracked slightly, and the confused Memory Master also shattered slightly.

Sumali, like a little white flower, kept smiling, which meant that her words just now were not villainous or vicious enough.

Suddenly, the background maid knocked over the breakfast plate in her hand.

The maid sobbed, "I'm sorry. Although I knew I was going to be sold, I didn't mean to do that."

Su Mali squatted down to help the maid clean up: "It's okay, it's not a big deal, why should I sell you out?"

"Woo woo woo, because I saw the second young lady's bare face."

Sumali stood up in the soft morning light, looking like a glowing saint: "Don't leave, come and be my maid."

After a pause, Sumali solemnly declared:

"Because I never wear makeup."

There was an immediate burst of exclamations in the restaurant, and the whole family was shocked by Sumali's beauty and her eccentricity.

Except for the Memory Master.

She understood why her heart was broken. As a female villain, she had no chance of falling in love with the real daughter and had to do everything she could to drive her out of the house.

The master cleared his throat and prepared to speak, but due to mild dementia he forgot what he wanted to say, so he had to ask his wife for help: "It should be called Fanfan..."

"Pai Pai, she asked us to call her Paipai." The second wife quickly reminded in a low voice.

No matter which word is read together as a nickname, it will look weird! The Memory Master really can't bear to look at the name of the villain Su.

Seeing that another heart was about to burst, she quickly yelled: "How dare you take the person I decided to sell, get out!"

Fearing it was not enough, she added: "You just came back and you're already meddling in family affairs. You really think you're a rich lady."

The maid kneeling on the ground covered her face and cried. Sumali's face was as pale as paper, and she snuggled up to the maid pitifully.

The red heart that was in danger did not break again. The master said gently: "Paipai, Mary is the real daughter."

The next sentence was "You are the fake daughter", but unfortunately the master didn't have the chance to say it, and the lady interrupted him: "Serve the food."

The male servants, who shared the same face with the maids, carried shiny silver trays filled with hand-baked scones and fresh jam with clotted cream...

The above is all the illusionist’s imagination. When the lid of the plate is opened, there is soy milk and fried dough sticks inside.

It was a simple and unpretentious breakfast for the rich, like the Empress of the East Palace making pancakes and the Empress of the West Palace peeling green onions.

The illusionist reached out and grabbed the dough stick and started to eat it, while her brother tied the napkin elegantly and began to cut the dough stick with a knife and fork.

Without having time to admire her brother's noble figure, the Memory Master heard the butler standing behind the master cough softly, as if reminding her.

Unfortunately, the reminder was too late, and another red heart was broken.

There was really no place to hide it, so the illusionist simply stuffed the fried dough stick into his sleeve, and it slid down the cuffs to his elbows.

She raised her knife and fork as if nothing had happened, trying to imitate her brother's movements.

Before she could eat a bite of the dough sticks, she remembered her job and immediately shouted to Su Mali:

"You are such a rude village woman. Get out of this house if you can't use a knife and fork!"

Sumali's tears fell on the dough sticks in her hand. Su Jieke couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Mary, are you not used to using a knife and fork?"

The fried dough sticks were soaked with tears. Sumali nodded and moaned.

"Mr. Butler, please go upstairs to my room and get a pair of ivory chopsticks for Mary."

The butler bowed slightly respectfully and glanced in the direction of the second young lady before leaving.

The illusionist did not notice the housekeeper's worried look. She held the slippery fried dough sticks in her sleeves with her arms and ate elegantly, following her brother's pace.

Before he had taken two bites, a loud "bang" was heard from the garden, followed by the maid's scream.

Everyone put down their knives and forks and rushed to the garden. Su Mali saw the tragic scene, staggered twice and fell into her brother's arms, and was then taken away by Su Jieke.

The dead butler was lying on the ground, his death was extremely tragic.

A chopstick penetrated his left eyeball and entered the cranial cavity. The chopstick was not immediately fatal after it was inserted. He wrote the word "three" in blood on the ground.

"Don't get close, protect the scene, call the police immediately!" The memory master shouted without thinking, her occupational disease acting up.

“Don’t call the police!”

The master's voice sounded almost at the same time as hers, and the illusionist said decisively: "Don't call the police, I will check it out."

The Su family could even sell their servants at will, and calling the police would be useless.

She put on gloves and began a simple autopsy. She searched the body and found nothing suspicious. The chopsticks were deeply stabbed into the left eye socket from bottom to top. The cause of death was open head injury.

Since the ankle joint is fractured, it can be inferred that the foot landed first when the person jumped from the building, which rules out the small probability event that the chopsticks accidentally stuck into the eye socket when the person landed on the face.

As for the bloody words, they seemed to be referring to the Third Young Master, but the Third Young Master had been eating in the restaurant and had a perfect alibi.

The amnesiac pulled the chopsticks slightly, making a sound of stirring brain tissue and brain matter, and she determined that the path the chopsticks had taken was biased to the left.

“Is there anyone here who is left-handed?”

No one answered, so the Memory Master reasoned: "Judging from the trajectory of the wound, the criminal must be left-handed. When the housekeeper was not paying attention, he used his left hand to thrust the chopstick into his left eye."

"Then he pushed the butler down from the second floor. The butler did not die immediately, but left a bloody message, "Are there any servants of the Third Young Master on the second floor?"

Su Mali poked her little face out from Su Jieke's arms: "Uncle Butler has the superpower to make objects invisible. Does he have an invisible deadly weapon?"

The Memory Master's Focus Is Not on the Murder Weapon: "How Do You Know the Butler's Superpowers?"

"Uncle Butler showed it to me yesterday when I came to sign the share transfer contract. You were there at the time, sister."

Sumali was here yesterday. Today was not the first day of the real and fake daughter's relationship. The illusionist was very surprised.

Su Jieke put on gloves and came over to perform the autopsy. He really felt an invisible chopstick in the butler's right eye. He nodded to Su Mali.

The illusionist frowned, she didn't touch anything just now.

"So it has nothing to do with being left-handed. Why don't we try searching him again?" Sumali suggested timidly.

A long paternity test report was pulled out of the butler's pocket, which showed that the butler and the second young lady were father and daughter.

The memory artist was stunned. She didn't find the report just now, the report appeared out of thin air.

Gently covering her cherry lips, Su Mali said in a trembling voice: "Could it be that the second young lady ordered the servants to kill her own father?"

"How is that possible?" The Memory Master subconsciously retorted, "The blood word says three."

The moment she looked down at the ground, the illusionist's blood froze. She saw the butler on the ground come back to life and quietly cross out a horizontal line from the number "three".

"He clearly wrote two." Su Jieke said doubtfully.