The true identity of Second Generation Freud

Before Fu Luo, the towering Card Tower collapsed with a crash, the cards scattering across the table like snowflakes from an avalanche.

As all the cards fell, a straw hat appeared in Fu Luo's hand and was placed on his head.

Then, Fu Luo spoke confidently.

"Old Lin, let me help you clear away the fog and dispel your doubts once again!"

What is your question?

Lin Yu looked at Fu Luo and said, "What's troubling me is the true identity of the Second Generation 'Freud,' and the relationship between that Second Generation 'Freud' and the First Generation 'Freud.'"

As Lin Yu spoke, Fu Luo raised an eyebrow.

"Shouldn't you ask the First Generation 'Freud' himself about this?" He looked at Old Zheng beside him and said, "So... Old Zheng, are you also unaware of the origins of the Second Generation 'Freud,' or are you unwilling to cooperate with Old Lin?"

Old Zheng looked at Fu Luo and sat down next to him. "Old Fu, you're being a bit outrageous by saying that. We've been working together in this Notebook for a while now... Don't you know whether I have the guts to disobey the boss?"

Fu Luo lightly flicked the brim of his straw hat. "That's true. So it seems you don't know the origins of this Second Generation either... That's indeed a bit strange. She's clearly the Orthodoxy leader who claims to have inherited 'Freud,' but you yourself don't even know of her existence?"

"So, what are the specifics? Please elaborate."

Fu Luo spoke, Lin Yu and Old Zheng also briefly described the current situation and their contact that evening.

Regarding the Second Generation "Freud's " excessive knowledge of Old Zheng, her dependence on and obsession with Old Zheng, and Old Zheng's complete ignorance and unfamiliarity with her...

Lin Yu also played back tonight's conversation to Fu Luo almost directly in the form of "Memory extraction".

However, Fu Luo's first reaction after reading all this was not to think about it.

He looked at Lin Yu and raised his hand.

"Old Lin, before I begin my analysis of the Second Generation 'Freud,' I have an additional question I'd like to ask."

Fu Luo spoke, Lin Yu nodded, "Go ahead and ask."

Why does the Second Generation "Freud" think you are "Schreiber"?

Fu Luo asked earnestly.

Lin Yu shrugged. "Because I am 'Schreiber'... This identity was fabricated by Old Zheng —in reality, the 'Supervisor Arthur' in the City That City That Never Sleeps is less a 'Director' and more... a 'Schreiber'."

As Lin Yu spoke, Fu Luo thought for three seconds before quickly accepting the premise.

"I get it... Old Lin, you're fucking awesome! You even managed to fool 'Order'... No, you could even say you fooled all the 'Player'!"

Fu Luo praised him sincerely.

Lin Yu smiled and said, "Luck played a big part."

Old Zheng, standing to the side, gave him a look that said, "This is nothing."

After all...

Old Zheng knew all of Lin Yu's identities, so he was well aware that "Schreiber" was just one of his boss's identities.

If you were to tell this "Detective" that the "Beast Master" and "Zhu Ming" of the "Freedom Alliance" were actually his own bosses, wouldn't he be so shocked he'd fly away?

However, Old Zheng didn't mention this part; he simply said...

"So... what are your possible analyses regarding this guy's identity, Lao Fu?"

Old Zheng spoke, Fu Luo nodded in agreement.

"There really is... because the 'Death game' spans Ten Realms, possessing numerous mysterious and Supernatural System and a vast array of [Item]. As 'Player,' most things that happen in our circle don't involve absolute 'impossibility.'"

Therefore, the usual reasoning approach of 'eliminating all impossibilities' is not so applicable here, since you don't know what is truly and absolutely impossible.

Just as there are absolute 'locked rooms' in traditional reasoning, there are also absolute 'evidence' in real-world Detective. However, in a "Death game," especially when it involves a master like the Second Generation "Freud," there is absolutely no 'decisive evidence' that can directly reveal a certain reality.

"Especially since we don't have much evidence, all we can do is... work backward from the 'result' to figure out what was most likely to have led to that result."

"If each link in the reverse deduction can corroborate each other and form a closed logical loop, we can temporarily record it as a kind of Truth."

Fu Luo spoke, he pulled a pipe from his pocket and put it in his mouth, but there was still no tobacco in it.

He slowly began, pipe in hand, "So, first, we need to ascertain why she knew most of Old Zheng's interpersonal relationships during his time in Yanjing."

"If you're only familiar with his activities on campus, you might be an alumnus or classmate of Old Zheng; if you're only familiar with his activities when he ran a clinic, you might be a colleague or business Partner you met during that period..."

"But if she's familiar with both, the most logical conclusion is... that she has thoroughly investigated Old Zheng's interpersonal relationships."

"And most of this information can indeed be 'found out,' so... Old Zheng, you need to consider two questions: Who has the authority to 'find information' from your alma mater alumni and later from the core members of the 'Psychology Society'?"

"Secondly... how did she know which breakfast shop and office building you frequent? Was this information obtained through tracking, or was it traced back through some means?"

Fu Luo spoke, Old Zheng fell into thought.

"Don't rush to answer me, Old Zheng, take your time to think about it," Fu Luo said, then looked at Lin Yu, "Secondly... why would that guy worship Old Zheng, almost like a religious leader? In my opinion, there are two possibilities."

"First of all... she is a formal or reserve member of the 'Psychology Society,' and has a strong sense of belonging to the organization, or rather, she strongly agrees with Old Zheng's theories and deeds, to the point that she has developed a kind of 'worship'."

"After all, many of the early members of the 'Psychology Society' were fervent followers of Freud. This organization really contained a kind of personal worship of you, Old Zheng... Perhaps you didn't realize it, but as a 'Player' who experienced the early days of the 'Psychology Society,' I could still sense that atmosphere."

"But that might not be the real reason. Another possibility is... perhaps she really did have contact with you, experienced a lot with you, and received immense kindness from you, ultimately developing an unparalleled admiration for you."

Fu Luo analyzed, then looked at Old Zheng: "And you forgot about her for some reason—this leads to the third question we need to discuss."

"Why don't you remember her, Old Zheng? -- Let's set aside the worst-case scenario, which is what Old Lin is worried about: that you both violated some extremely high-level 'taboo,' causing external forces to tamper with your perceptions and Memory."

"Considering only your internal factors, did you forget her for some reason, or did you ignore her from the beginning? Or... did she change in some way, so you didn't forget her, but rather failed to 'recognize' her?"

Fu Luo spoke, he looked at Old Zheng and said, "By listing out the possibilities of the three questions, connecting them from the beginning, and then considering them together, I think we can arrive at the following possibility."

"I think there's a good chance that the Second Generation 'Freud' is a member of a 'Psychology Society' that you've worked with or had contact with, and who has known you in real life for a long time, holding a subordinate position in your relationship but harboring feelings of admiration for you—she might actually be your junior or a junior colleague."

"At the same time, her behavior also reveals that she must remember your 'kindness' to some extent... You must have done her a favor."

Fu Luo paused, then looked at Lin Yu: "Alright, that's my analysis for now... Is there any more information?"

"Yes, we have another witness."

Lin Yu nodded, then manipulated the scene within the [Ancient Notebook] to change.

A brand new door has appeared on the wall of Fu Luo's room.

Lin Yu opened the brand new door, and then what appeared inside...

It is, of course, "Fluoxetine".

"Fluoxetine" stands on an open space, intently building a new structure with bricks and tiles.

She was dressed in very simple work clothes and wearing a safety helmet, and was diligently plastering and building a wall.

Lin Yu said, "Hey, Bai You."

Upon hearing Lin Yu's words, Fluoxetine turned around and smiled.

Oh, you've come?

"That's Fu Luo over there, right? Nice to meet you... What's wrong? Are you having some trouble? Let me guess, it's probably something related to the 'Psychology Society'!"

Fluoxetine casually tossed aside the bricks and shovel she was holding, took off her safety helmet, revealing her beautiful, smooth hair, and quickly walked to the door frame, leaning against it against the opening.

"So, what's the problem? I'm very busy right now, so get to the point quickly—I'm rushing to build a house!"

Lin Yu didn't waste any more words. He briefly told Fluoxetine what had happened and Fu Luo's analysis, and emphasized the doubts about the Second Generation "Freud" saying that she was Old Zheng's "patient".

Fluoxetine looked enlightened upon hearing this.

"Oh... it's about the Second Generation 'Freud,' huh? Haha, this 'Detective' has done a pretty comprehensive analysis."

"However... I don't think I have much to say. After all, I don't know the background of the Second Generation President. I only know that she is very fanatical about the First Generation and has a lot of unrealistic fantasies..."

Fluoxetine smiled and looked at Old Zheng over there.

"And more importantly, First Generation President, you already have the answer, don't you?"

"But you're a little afraid to face reality... right?"