Chapter 77 The Singer, Oh, the Singer 10

Lin Xiangjun asked tentatively, "Who is going to clean it up? Do we have Property Management here?"

The Old Lady laughed.

"Where would a run-down place like ours get Property Management? It's the neighborhood office staff. If someone dies and has family, they arrange the funeral. If they don't have family, the neighborhood office hauls them away, burns them into a pile of ash, and scatters it in some empty lot."

"That's why I say, you have to cherish your life."

Lin Xiangjun lifted the supermarket's translucent plastic curtain, but she couldn't help looking back one last time.

That player was lying on the ground. In the distance, three people were running toward the Fluorescent Green Short Sleeve. Lin Xiangjun didn't recognize them all, but she could see that the one running the fastest had a sturdy build and looked like instance ranking 8097.

Buddha and Demon Born from the Heart?

The Fluorescent Green Short Sleeve and Buddha and Demon Born from the Heart, along with the two players behind him, the four of them lived together.

The supermarket was a separate two-story building, a bit like an illegal self-built structure, with a bright red plastic signboard, squeezed between Building 7 and Building 5.

The Fluorescent Green Short Sleeve had jumped down from Building 5.

If Lin Xiangjun remembered correctly, and the Old Lady hadn't lied to her, that space between Building 4 and Building 5 was the place where "that girl" died, right?

Choosing a room right next to the scene of the incident...

Lin Xiangjun clicked her tongue in her heart.

With this kind of luck, she should buy fewer lottery tickets; she might end up scratching out an IOU for herself.

The inside of the supermarket was quite different from the gray, gloomy feeling outside. The owner was generous with electricity, and the lights were shining very brightly.

The entire first floor was an open space supported by only a few pillars, with over a dozen shelves packed full and neatly organized.

Fruits and vegetables, rice, flour, grains, and oils, student stationery, daily necessities, and even some hardware accessories.

The owner was sitting behind the counter playing on his phone. Seeing the Old Lady enter, he finally looked up from the game he was engrossed in.

"Oh, Auntie Li, what do you need? I'll get it for you."

When he spoke, his voice was slightly hoarse. Combined with his striped oversized shorts, crumpled dark green short sleeve, stubbly face, and greasy hair, he practically had the word "slob" plastered on his forehead.

"We're out of rice at home, I came over to buy some." The Old Lady waved her hand, signaling him not to get up, "You go ahead and be busy, I can find it myself."

"You came out to buy rice without a cart? The smallest bag of rice I have is twenty jin. Your place is quite far away, how will you carry it back?" The owner said, about to get up to help.

The two of them were clearly very familiar with each other.

Only then did Lin Xiangjun learn that the Old Lady's surname was Li.

Seeing that the owner had already stood up and was preparing to walk out from behind the counter, Lin Xiangjun tactfully stepped forward.

"Big Brother, it's fine. Once we buy the rice, I'll take it back to Grandma's house."

The owner's movements stopped.

He looked Lin Xiangjun up and down, his expression somewhat puzzled: "You are..."

"Xiao Lin is a new tenant." The Old Lady coughed and said, under the man's surprised gaze, "She lives on the same floor as me. When we buy things, she can help me carry them. You go back to your business, don't worry about us two."

The surprise on the man's face was only for a moment. He quickly returned to his nonchalant, lazy expression, sat down slowly, and continued to pick up his phone.

"Alright then. Auntie Li has someone to help her now and doesn't need me, so I'll go back to my own business and stop being an eyesore to you two."

The Old Lady laughed and scolded him for being unserious, then took Lin Xiangjun to buy things.

The shop was indeed not big, but the goods were truly abundant. Unlike the man's slovenly appearance, the items in the supermarket were clean and neatly organized.

Lin Xiangjun walked along, observing the items in the supermarket.

This supermarket wasn't large in area, so it didn't have the bucket cabinets common in most supermarkets—those cabinets that hold bulk grains.

Besides that, the biggest difference between this small supermarket and others was that the shelves in the very center of the store were packed full of black long-handled umbrellas.

Layer upon layer, umbrella upon umbrella, it was densely packed with the same style of black long-handled umbrellas; there were at least three or four hundred of them.

And that was just what was visible; who knew how many more umbrellas were in the supermarket warehouse?

Lin Xiangjun frowned.

Umbrellas are long-term consumables; as long as they aren't lost, one umbrella can easily last two or three years.

Therefore, normal supermarkets don't stock too many umbrellas. The demand isn't high, and the economic benefit of displaying them is too low.

But why are there so many umbrellas here?

"Grandma, there are so many umbrellas in this supermarket." She pulled on the Old Lady's sleeve in surprise, signaling her to look.

The Old Lady had lived here for decades; she knew what was in this supermarket and where things were placed just as well as the owner.

It was just that these tenants were visiting for the first time, so it was normal for them to be surprised.

The Old Lady just glanced at them: "Umbrellas wear out quickly with frequent use. You have to replace them every ten or fifteen days. If you're not short on money, you can buy a few more to keep on hand."

Lin Xiangjun put on an expression of half-understanding and walked over to look at the product label.

"Five underworld currency each. I still have two hundred on me, buying two or three to keep at home is fine." She reached into the pile of umbrellas and rummaged around.

"These umbrellas are all the same, just take a few."

"That's not the same. People online say the umbrellas at the bottom are better quality because good umbrellas are heavier and roll to the bottom. It's five bucks each, after all; I have to find a good one, otherwise it's a waste."

The Old Lady watched Lin Xiangjun energetically rummaging through every layer of the shelves, picking out the one she thought was the best quality from a pile of identical umbrellas.

She watched quietly without rushing her.

When people get old, seeing a vibrant young girl always makes them feel infected by her vitality, so they tend to be more patient and tolerant.

Lin Xiangjun picked and chose for quite a while before running back excitedly, holding three identical umbrellas.

However, upon seeing the Old Lady, she suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

"Sorry, Grandma, for making you wait so long."

The Old Lady shook her head happily: "It's fine. Today was just about buying rice and cooking anyway. Having someone to stroll through the supermarket with and chat makes it less boring."

Lin Xiangjun smiled, clutched her umbrellas, and turned to go to the rice, flour, grain, and oil section to buy rice.

She still remembered her persona—a broke fresh graduate. Therefore, she bought rice, dried noodles, two heads of discounted cabbage, and basic oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar.

Finally, she hugged a big pile of things and went to checkout.

"Rice is fifty underworld currency a bag, dried noodles are three underworld currency a pack, umbrellas are five underworld currency each, cabbage is six underworld currency each... That's a total of one hundred and sixty-nine underworld currency."

Lin Xiangjun took out two one-hundred denomination underworld currency notes and was about to hand them over, when the Old Lady placed a fifty underworld currency note on the supermarket counter.