[Republic of China Soul Transmission + Suspense Detective + Growth + Double Power] On the day of soul transmission, I fell from the attic of the Fu family and became an abandoned adopted daughter with amnesia that everyone in Beijing despised.
In front of the hospital bed, my uncle from the second room pretended to be a coward and handed me ginseng soup. I could see through the medicine stains on the edge of the bowl at a glance - I had seen many such dirty tricks during the Republic of China.
Fu Sinian, the young master of the Fu family, leaned against the door frame and laughed at me for pretending to be crazy and acting foolishly. However, when I used the tracking skills of the Republic of China to find out the person taking the photo in the attic, his pupils suddenly shrank.
"Who are you anyway?"
I rubbed the old copper box in the palm of my hand. The words "Song Ji" on the bottom of the box glowed coldly: "A person who can make those dirty things in the Fu family come to light."
The boss in the Beijing circle is mocking me for not knowing the rules? Sorry, the swords and swords at the Republic of China dinner party are ten times more sinister than your wine party.
The antiquities dealer wants to steal my box? Oh, my father relied on the information in this box to overthrow the Japanese army.
Fu Sinian stood in front of me, with hot eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses: "Work together to investigate the case. After the investigation... You belong to me."
I raised my eyebrows: "Master Fu, in the Republic of China, women pay attention to evidence when it comes to love - for example, when you peeked at me investigating the case last night, did you look like you wanted to cooperate?"
It wasn't until half of the Japanese army's defense map fell out of the cultural relics in the attic that I was shocked:
The original owner's fall was not an accident. The centuries-old secrets of the Fu family were entangled with the death of our father in the Republic of China.
And that Fu Sinian who always pretends to be a dandy, the recorder hidden in his sleeve is facing my father's name...
