Chapter 117 The Singer, Oh, the Singer 50

Lin Xiangjun's breathing was slightly tense.

It was only natural; anyone would feel tense knowing a ghost was opening their door.

The door opened.

The singing became suddenly much clearer. She could not only hear the melancholy in the singing, but also a hint of subtle malice.

The singing, accompanied by the rustling sound of footsteps, crept toward Lin Xiangjun's bedroom door.

Under Lin Xiangjun's tense gaze, the bedroom doorknob slowly pressed down.

Then, the door let out a "creak—" and opened a crack.

Lin Xiangjun timed it perfectly and leaped up from the bed!

With three flowers gripped in her left hand and a sharp knife in her right, she dashed to the innermost side of the room and pressed against the wall.

Just as she was moving, the door opened.

In Lin Xiangjun's expectant gaze, a pair of white sneakers stepped in, followed by a bit of white skirt hem.

...Bad luck.

She sighed in her heart at her own rotten luck.

Why did she have to be wearing a white dress today?

She stuffed the flowers she had just taken out back into her pocket, and before the door was fully open, Lin Xiangjun shouted, "Patrick Star! Do it!"

The door was only half open, and as the Songstress's face, wearing a malicious smile, just poked out from behind the door, and she had just opened her mouth to say something, a pink cannonball was launched at her!

"Don't coax, don't coax, just let her cry, cry until the seventh day when the ghost knocks—on the door, ahhh!!!!"

Before the Songstress could figure out what was happening, it was as if she had been kicked in the chest by an elephant, and she suddenly flew backward!

"Ahhh—"

Patrick Star might not be very bright, but it was strong.

Its pointed head pressed against the Songstress's abdomen, its two short legs pedaling frantically, and its two pointed hands swung around as if accelerating, slamming the Songstress hard against the wall.

The originally white-painted wall, like a movie special effect, was smashed into a deep crater, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading around it.

Even the residential building seemed to shake slightly but noticeably, as if there were an earthquake.

Lin Xiangjun was also stunned by this.

When did the kid learn a wild boar charge?

However, the shock only lasted a split second. The next moment, she snapped back to reality, grabbed the sharp knife, and stabbed down at the Songstress who was pinned to the wall with dazed eyes!

Martial virtue? What's that? Never heard of it.

The cold glint of the sharp knife was too obvious, forcing the Songstress's dazed eyes to focus.

She opened her mouth and let out a hoarse, painful, and heavy sound: "I, I'm wearing a brooch!"

【2. The Songstress will not wear white shoes. If she does, please note if she is wearing a pearl brooch. If not, then she is not the real Songstress. Kill her.】

Lin Xiangjun judged this rule to be correct.

In other words, one should kill the Songstress who wears white shoes and is not wearing a pearl brooch.

Seemingly afraid that Lin Xiangjun wouldn't believe her, the Songstress even tried her best to puff out her chest, attempting to make the pearl brooch on her chest more obvious.

However, this time, Lin Xiangjun didn't hesitate at all; the Songstress's action of puffing out her chest just happened to make it convenient for Lin Xiangjun to chop off her head with one strike.

When the Songstress's head landed on the ground, her eyes still held deep disbelief.

Lin Xiangjun put away her knife, pulled off Patrick Star, who was still pinning the white-skirted Songstress to the wall like a nail, and checked its pointed head.

Hmm, clean as new.

Useful, good head.

"Miss Lin... you chopped the Songstress?" Zhang Minxian asked in astonishment over the earpiece.

The Songstress's head, which had fallen to the ground, was also screaming.

After all, she was a ghost; she didn't die immediately even after her head was chopped off, and she was still cursing and screaming.

"How dare you! How dare you hurt me?! You violated the rules! You are going to die immediately!"

"I didn't violate the rules," Lin Xiangjun said, pulling out a large plastic bag and packing up the Songstress's body.

"Rule two said that one should only kill the Songstress when she is wearing white shoes and not wearing a white pearl brooch.

"But the rules didn't say that one could only kill the Songstress who is wearing white shoes and wearing a white pearl brooch.

"Especially you, this—"

Lin Xiangjun looked the white-skirted Songstress up and down, and under the white-skirted Songstress's increasingly terrified gaze, she picked up her head and threw it into the plastic bag.

"The Perpetrator who is impersonating the Songstress."

"Huh?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?!"

Zhang Minxian's confused voice and the white-skirted Songstress's questioning voice, sounding as if someone had stepped on her tail, rang out at the same time.

Lin Xiangjun switched the earpiece to the other ear, and while she was at it, she sighed in relief that Patrick Star couldn't talk.

Otherwise, her ears would be ruined.

"Rule one stated it very clearly: the real Songstress only has four colors of dresses, which are black, green, blue, and the red one we saw last night.

"If I haven't guessed wrong, based on the blue dress she was wearing when she died, plus a reasonable inference from the customs in Xieyou Alley...

"When the Songstress wears a blue dress, giving her red flowers represents the blood splattered on the dress; at this time, she is still alive but about to die, belonging to the human realm. When she wears a red dress, she is already dead, representing a spirit; giving her white flowers expresses mourning. Only when the Songstress wears a green dress does it represent that she has found peace; giving her yellow flowers sends her off.

"As for the black dress, this is the identity of the Punisher that only appears when a player violates the rules.

"So, all colors have been clarified, except for the white dress you are wearing."

Lin Xiangjun picked up the plastic bag.

The weight of the plastic bag was much heavier compared to Hu Zhengzheng's human form, at least one hundred and fifty catties.

It didn't feel like Hu Zhengzheng's weight.

It felt more like... that of an overweight male.

"I guess that after you committed the crime, Xieyou Alley quickly became an instance, so you couldn't successfully leave this place and had to hide.

"In the end, you were probably afraid of being discovered and killed by Hu Zhengzheng, or perhaps you reached some sort of agreement with the Weird Game, and finally, you also became a part of the instance, which is this disguised, white-skirted Songstress, right?"

After Lin Xiangjun finished stating her deduction, the system's electronic prompt rang in her ears again.

"Congratulations to player 【Perfect Chrysanthemum Thirty-Six Folds】 for slaying the proxy of the Songstress 【Fake】, and uncovering the true identity of the Songstress 【Fake】 as 【The Perpetrator】. You will receive a system hint:

"In Xieyou Alley, the only one who does not like the Songstress's singing is 【The Perpetrator】. He uses a proxy to maintain activities, while he himself hides in a corner of Xieyou Alley.

"After collecting all the rules, you will receive the conditions to clear the instance."