After the name

  All of the posts, but this last one with only a title and no content, has caused the greatest reaction and sensation.

  "What's the purpose?" asked Takashi.

  I was suddenly at a loss for words and muttered: "Isn't it that it hasn't been announced yet?"

  He curled up the corner of his lips again: "Is this the conclusion you got from your eagerness to show off? The analysis is superficial and has no constructive meaning. If this is a serial killer who is pretending to be mysterious, then when it's announced, someone else will die, don't you think that's too late?"

  I was shocked: "How could it be the murderer of a serial murder case?"

  Gao Cheng's eyes sank: "I said it was hypothetical, did you listen carefully? Go and reheat all the dishes for me, I've lost my appetite!"

  She clutched her teeth and took the plate into the kitchen, muttering to herself: "You call that having no appetite? The whole plate of ribs was only half left, and half of the fish was gone. She put each in the microwave for a few minutes, quickly settling it, and when the steaming dishes were on the table, Gao Cheng's unpleasant face finally eased up, looking up at me, "In this regard, your speed is quite quick."

  I decided to uphold the good tradition of not talking while eating, knowing that this person has a bad temper when he's hungry. Just now, he was charging at me with his gun, and being blown up would be pointless. Plus, I'm also starving, so I quietly finished my food and looked up to see Gao Cheng had already stopped eating and was leaning back in his chair, his lazy expression just like... a big cat that's been fed to the full.

  "Stop your fantasies." A cool voice floated over.

  I hastily sat up straight, feeling quite annoyed in my heart. In front of him, it seemed like I couldn't hide anything at all. Even if I controlled my emotions and didn't show them on my face, he still saw through me. If he hadn't always been skeptical of "mind-reading techniques", I would have thought he really understood.

  "When something happens, you first think of the motive. You judge that 'Phoenix Perches on Paulownia' is creating momentum for 'Swallow Returns', this is the motive behind 'Phoenix Perches on Paulownia's post, so what is the motive behind 'Swallow Returns'?"

  I fell into deep thought. The momentum has been built up, and the existence of "Yan Gui Lai" cannot be just an auxiliary to another number, so its true motive must be on this number. My mind was constantly filtering through the content of the first post it sent, as well as the rough scan of the replies afterwards, a vague shadow seemed to be gradually forming.

  Her eyes fixed on Gao Cheng's face, she subconsciously pursed her lips before speaking: "I don't know if what I'm saying is right or not, it's just my inference based on reverse thinking. After 'Yan Gui Lai' posted his first post, he got the nickname 'Yan Da Xia', and also tasted the sweetness of being famous, but a week later, he was no longer satisfied with this, wanting to get even more fame, and maybe he even fantasized himself into this case, then controlled others' fate and death."

  Gao Cheng tapped his fingers on the table twice, giving a low praise: "The thinking is correct, there's progress." But then he changed his tone and said: "However, it went off track later. The psychological portrait you provided presents a mental illness, but that's not it. Not only is it not, but it also has precise thinking, understanding of psychological hierarchy, this person is over 80% likely to be a psychologist, such as a professor, psychiatrist or academic expert. The age range should be broader, between 25 and 40 years old. Too young and they wouldn't have such composure, too old and they wouldn't be so radical, the gender is temporarily unclear. The psychological appeal has already been very clear, but there's another layer of hidden purpose behind it."

  "What is it?" I asked instinctively.

  "What is a name usually associated with?"

  My eyes lit up, "Benefit."

  Fame and wealth are forever linked together; those who seek fame must also seek wealth. This is an unwritten rule.