Chapter 129 The Singer, Oh, the Singer 62

"Regarding Hu Zhengzheng... you must already know some of the old stories, right? I admit that my son and grandson acted a bit improperly, but they had no other choice."

"I watched Hu Zhengzheng grow up. Even as a child, she was calculating. While the other kids were playing downstairs, she would charge them fifty cents each to do their homework. Later, when she grew up, she thought about getting something for nothing and started having crooked ideas."

"My eldest son has some success, and our family situation looks better than others in the alley. That child saw this, so she often came to my house. At first, I felt sorry for her and gave her a few meals, and later I even let her sleep at my place for a few nights."

"As it turned out, one day my youngest son came over to bring me rice and happened to run into her... My son has been introverted and shy since he was a child; he hasn't had much contact with girls. I didn't think she was that calculating. Sigh, it was me, the mother, who invited the wolf into the house. When I saw her buying such expensive dresses back then, I should have known that a young girl so vain must have problems."

"But who would have thought? She looked so well-behaved, yet at such a young age, she would intentionally... My son is also a victim."

The Old Lady looked as miserable as an overripe bitter melon.

Lin Xiangjun did not offer any opinion. She opened her door and shut the miserable Old Lady and her sighs outside.

Zhang Minxian and Patrick Star were sitting on the living room sofa, while Hou Yongcheng was lying on the floor. There was a bit of blood on the floor, and he was motionless, his chest rising and falling very faintly.

"Miss Lin." Seeing Lin Xiangjun return, Zhang Minxian hurriedly stepped forward to ask, "What are our plans next?"

"Rest for a while; we have to go out again tonight."

Lin Xiangjun took out a bottle of contamination clearing potion and drank it. The faint red in her eyes faded, and the irritability she had been suppressing in her heart slowly disappeared.

During the day, to trick Zhang Zhendong and the others into working for her, she had deliberately said that not carrying an umbrella would result in contamination.

There was no way to judge this rule; one had to test it oneself.

Unexpectedly, she was actually right.

Fortunately, the contamination wasn't severe; two bottles of potion were enough to clean it up.

"Miss Lin, do you think what the Landlady said is true?"

"What do you think?"

Zhang Minxian hesitated and shook her head: "I think she is lying to absolve her son of guilt. If Hu Zhengzheng really wanted to rely on a rich man to solve her problems, she wouldn't have worked, applied for poverty subsidies, and studied hard to win scholarships. Wouldn't it be better to just date a few rich boyfriends? She is very pretty, after all."

That was indeed the case.

Climbing up is hard, but falling down is very simple, especially for a young, pretty, and smart girl like Hu Zhengzheng.

There are plenty of people who want to drag her down even when she is trying hard to earn a better future for herself, let alone if she wanted to fall into depravity.

"However, in the Landlady's eyes, she probably doesn't think she is distorting the truth. Mothers always have filters for their own children. Perhaps in her view, her son and grandson are truly innocent victims."

Lin Xiangjun took off the blood-soaked clothes and packed them in a plastic bag. She had plenty of such sportswear, so there was no need to waste the usage time of the green trash can.

Having received Lin Xiangjun's affirmation, Zhang Minxian immediately became much more confident. She touched her chin and continued to ponder: "Actually, I think Hou Yongcheng didn't tell the truth either."

The corpse lying on the ground twitched once, then continued playing dead.

"He said to throw the small colorful trinket at the entrance of the alley and then wait on the first floor of the supermarket, and Hou Pan would deliver himself to our doorstep. But we paper figures are very similar to ghosts; we can smell the scent of humans on everything."

"It's impossible for Hou Pan to just pick up some stranger's stuff and pack himself up to deliver it, right? Is he really not afraid that it's a trap?"

Indeed.

If he could hide in Xieyou Alley for so long, there was no reason for Hou Pan not to realize the weirdness that they could react to immediately.

After Zhang Minxian finished speaking, she became troubled again: "But if he was lying, how are we supposed to find Hou Pan?"

"I know where Hou Pan is." Lin Xiangjun zipped up her sportswear, pulled up her mask and black stockings, and under Zhang Minxian's puzzled gaze, she smilingly took something out of her pocket and waved it in front of Zhang Minxian.

...

Midnight.

A thin, small shadow quietly appeared at the alley entrance. He picked up a green rabbit doll from the ground and let out a suppressed, slightly mocking laugh.

"I thought they would be so difficult to deal with, but this is it? Such idiots, not one or two, but all of them didn't dare to come up. A bunch of losers."

He squeezed the green rabbit doll, then his mouth split open, revealing a monster-like, malicious smile.

His mouth was full of fangs, like a wild boar or something else. The skin on his entire face was eerily tight, as if something larger underneath wanted to expand and burst out.

He put the green rabbit into his jacket pocket.

Inside, there were already five dolls of various shapes; the green rabbit was the sixth.

"Four more," he muttered. "Four more days... No rush. I'll start with that remaining stupid woman..."

As he calculated, he walked towards the supermarket.

Suddenly, a whistling sound cut through the air. Alarm bells rang in his heart, and an indescribable sense of crisis swept over him!

He instinctively dodged to the side, catching a glimpse of a golden light flashing past his eyes, which then pinned into the ground with a "clang."

The shadow looked closely and saw a golden dagger pinned to the ground.

Even in the pitch-black night, the gem on the dagger's hilt sparkled brilliantly, and the blade reflected a cold, sharp gleam.

He had been discovered!

The shadow panicked instantly. Without a moment's hesitation, he didn't even look at the direction of the attack, turned around, and ran frantically towards the supermarket!

However, before he had run two steps, a slight stinging sensation came from his cheek, as if his skin had been cut.

Skin cut?

The shadow hurriedly reached up to cover his face. Sure enough, there was a tiny tear on his right cheek.

However, that short wound, about one centimeter long, did not reveal the pink flesh underneath or bleed red blood after being torn; instead, a small bulge swelled up along the shape of the wound.

It was like two balloons stacked together; the outer balloon had a hole and was leaking air, clinging tightly to the inner balloon.

The thing underneath was bulging, as if it wanted to rush out through this tiny wound. The wound was gradually being stretched open, emitting a faint popping sound.

He was done for.

The shadow's fear grew deeper. With one hand covering his face and the other clutching his jacket, he looked exactly like someone being chased by a donut holding a stun baton.