Chapter 113 The Singer, Oh, Singer 46

"What kind of performance?"

"Zheng Zheng really loves to sing. When she grew up, she wanted to be a singer. It just so happened that her voice was very beautiful, so a bar owner invited her to be a resident singer. She worked five hours every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night, earning 500 yuan a week."

A very useful clue.

Lin Xiangjun changed to her last tissue.

"Why did you move?"

"Living in Senhe Mansion has been my dream since I was little..."

Lin Xiangjun waved her hand to stop her.

She pulled a stack of underworld currency from her pocket and threw it onto the table again.

Two circles made of underworld currency were spread out on the table.

"Miss Xia, you might want to think carefully. I am not very interested in listening to that official jargon of yours. I imagine you also don't want to watch so much money and end up not being able to take a single cent, right?"

"You had better be honest."

She didn't believe any of that "finally achieved my dream" nonsense meant to fool ghosts.

It was fine to fool yourself, but don't think about fooling her too.

Xia Suhe looked at the underworld currency on the table and swallowed hard again.

Two thousand yuan...

That was more than six months of rent for their family.

As long as she had this money, her family wouldn't have to live in fear for half a year...

She quickly made up her mind.

"We moved away because Zheng Zheng came back."

She lowered her voice: "Zheng Zheng always sings in the middle of the night... When we first heard the singing, we didn't understand the reason, but until people started dying the next day, we knew it was Zheng Zheng coming back for revenge..."

"Every night, after twelve o'clock, Zheng Zheng sings while she kills..."

"Everyone who spoke ill of her after she died didn't live past the third day after her death."

At this point, Xia Suhe shivered, her eyes filled with fear.

"She has been killing people... I know she wants to find the murderer who killed her."

"Does Hou Pan also live in your residential complex?"

"No... he doesn't. His family lives in the villa area next to Lakeview Park."

Xia Suhe hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, and finally, looking at the two thousand yuan, she forced herself to endure her fear and said: "Actually... I've always felt that the murderer isn't necessarily Hou Pan, otherwise Zheng Zheng wouldn't be wandering around the residential complex all the time... Zheng Zheng knows where Hou Pan's family lives."

"If it really was Hou Pan who killed her, why wouldn't she just go directly to kill him instead of wandering around the complex?"

"I think the person who killed her is someone in the residential complex."

The scent of the last tissue was fading more and more.

Lin Xiangjun asked the final question: "Do you know the name of the bar where Hu Zhengzheng worked part-time?"

"It's called Cloud Moon, on Pingyang Street."

"Thank you, Miss Xia Suhe."

Lin Xiangjun pushed the underworld currency in front of Xia Suhe.

Xia Suhe quickly gathered the underworld currency and tucked it into her pocket.

Two thousand yuan!

Earning two thousand just by saying a few words, what a stroke of luck!

While Xia Suhe was excitedly counting the money, Lin Xiangjun instructed: "After you go out, tell the One-Eyed Ghost that I have collected the information, and I will notify them if I need anything later."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Xiangjun's figure disappeared from the spot.

...

The young driver who was lying in the car suddenly felt the vehicle shake. He groggily lifted his eye mask to look, and realized someone was sitting in the back seat, though he didn't know when they had appeared.

He looked closer.

Isn't this that lady who was so quick to pay?

"Are you done with your business? Where should I take you now?"

"Back to Xieyou Alley."

Lin Xiangjun picked up the pen cap from the seat and put it back onto the pen.

【a ballpoint pen: Place the pen cap at the location you want to target. The person holding the pen body can teleport back to the location of the pen cap at any time. This item can only be used once per instance. Why would a pen have teleportation abilities? Perhaps because people are always losing their pen caps.】

She threw the used tissue back into her pocket.

She kept the packaging for all three packs of tissues; she would repair the tissues after the perfume was repaired.

Until she had higher-level items, these tissues were still very useful.

Apart from the fact that they disguised her as a low-level ghost and could potentially trigger the appetite of a high-level ghost if she wasn't careful, there were no real drawbacks.

Lin Xiangjun leaned back against the seat and exchanged the clues she had obtained with Zhang Minxian.

Zhang Minxian hadn't gained much today; the information she obtained was relatively scattered.

Lin Xiangjun told her to pack her things and head to the entrance; they would be working the night shift tonight.

The young driver was very professional; sensing that Lin Xiangjun was thinking, he didn't try to make small talk and drove quietly.

Upon reaching the destination, he reminded her: "Hello, we have arrived at Xieyou Alley."

Lin Xiangjun finally snapped out of her thoughts.

She rolled down the car window, waved at Zhang Minxian, who had just reached the entrance, and then paid The young driver two hundred underworld currency.

"Take her to the Cloud Moon bar on Pingyang Street in a moment, and go pick her up around twelve o'clock tomorrow morning."

After giving instructions to The young driver, Lin Xiangjun looked at Zhang Minxian.

This time it was much simpler.

"Bonus, new card, go ahead without worry."

Zhang Minxian was stuffed into the car just like that, dragged away like a poor, mistreated cabbage leaving home, while Lin Xiangjun waved goodbye to her in a good mood.

She felt that, according to the current progress, this instance would end very soon.

Carrying the good mood of "Ah, I'm finally going to clear the instance and go on vacation," she walked into the entrance of Xieyou Alley, and then was instantly deflated.

Tiger Wang was like a gatekeeper, waiting at the entrance with a serious expression.

Lin Xiangjun glanced at him, decided to pretend she didn't see anything, and walked straight inside.

"Miss Lin, don't you plan on saying something?"

Tiger Wang straightened up, spread his legs, and blocked Lin Xiangjun's path.

The alley was only two or three meters wide; with him planted in the middle of the road like a stone roadblock, he blocked the path completely.

Lin Xiangjun was forced to stop.

"8097, I've said it before: if you want clues, trade them for clues. You are always welcome."

Tiger Wang sneered.

"Miss Lin, that's not very kind of you to say. Don't you know how many clues you have in your own hands? I'm afraid you've almost collected all the rules in the instance, right? Can we really come up with clues you don't have now?"

Lin Xiangjun hadn't actually collected all the rules.

For example, ten and eleven.

"Of course you can come up with clues I don't have, but whether you can find them depends on your own ability."

"We are all players. Miss Lin is so kind and tolerant, surely you wouldn't just survive on your own and watch others die, right?"

Tiger Wang finally lost his patience and bared his fangs.

A large, rusty wrench appeared in his hand, and a fierce look appeared in his eyes.

It was going to be a fight after all.

Lin Xiangjun's good mood was completely gone. She clicked her tongue, and a sharp knife formed in her hand.

"I've practiced for a month, I didn't expect to use it on a human first."