Chapter 87 The Singer, Oh, the Singer 20

For example, right now, she is wearing a black dress, so she shouldn't be singing at this moment.

Therefore, the color of the dress only corresponds to the color of the flower that needs to be given to her, and whether the Songstress herself is singing.

The Songstress in the black dress—that is, Hu Zhengzheng—is just watching her coldly now, not moving, not speaking, and of course, not singing.

Lin Xiangjun was certain she saw disgust in Hu Zhengzheng's eyes—being loathed by an entity in an instance is never a good thing, especially when it's an entity responsible for punishing players. Lin Xiangjun almost immediately entered a stress response state, the phantom of a sharp knife appearing in her hand, waiting only for Hu Zhengzheng to make a move before retaliating.

However, Hu Zhengzheng's disgust was merely a fleeting flash, and she did not attack.

No attack meant that Lin Xiangjun had not violated any rules.

Lin Xiangjun's muscles were tense, her right hand hanging down, ready to summon the sharp knife at any moment. Right in front of Hu Zhengzheng, she slowly reached out toward Zhang Minxian.

Hu Zhengzheng's head slowly turned to follow her hand; her eyeballs were like those of a broken doll, protruding, stiff, and unable to move, forcing her to rotate her neck joints like an owl.

Lin Xiangjun even felt she could hear the friction of her unlubricated joints.

She swallowed, inevitably feeling nervous inside.

Being stared at so intensely by such a terrifying, non-human thing would certainly make any normal person nervous; it was no big deal. As she comforted herself, she reached out and grabbed Zhang Minxian's wig.

She tugged it downward.

The black wig covered the original orange hair roots.

Hu Zhengzheng's gaze fell on Zhang Minxian's hairline, and her head slowly lowered—Lin Xiangjun could feel that she was looking Zhang Minxian over from top to bottom.

She was confirming.

Confirming whether there were any other violations on Zhang Minxian.

After confirming that there were no more violations on Zhang Minxian, she mercilessly let go, allowing Zhang Minxian to fall to the ground.

Fortunately, Zhang Minxian was a paper figure and did not lose her ability to move due to the injury; she only stumbled, and her neck snapped at the thinner part in the middle.

Her head fell to one side, resting directly on her shoulder. Her compressed and elongated neck looked like a duck neck chopped into two pieces, bent at a direct ninety-degree angle.

Lin Xiangjun: ...

Zhang Minxian reached out to barely support her own neck, standing her head back up.

But her head was unstable to begin with, and even with both hands supporting it, it wobbled. Added to the thin neck and large head, she looked exceptionally like... the Queen of Hearts.

Actually, when Lin Xiangjun watched Alice in Wonderland as a child, every time she saw the Queen of Hearts with her massive head resting on a slender neck, she couldn't help but marvel that the Queen of Hearts must have had a very strong cervical spine.

If her cervical spine quality had been even slightly worse, she would have woken up from a nap, jerked her head up, and "snap," it would have broken right there on the bed.

It was like using a chopstick stuck in the ground to pry open a large vat full of water; the chopstick would break one hundred percent of the time.

Lin Xiangjun was so amused by her own train of thought that she almost laughed out loud.

Damn it, now is not the time to laugh!

She hurriedly averted her gaze, not daring to look at Zhang Minxian again. However, upon turning her head, she happened to see a trace of disgust flash through Hu Zhengzheng's eyes.

It was fleeting.

But this time it wasn't directed at her, but at Zhang Minxian.

Lin Xiangjun wanted to look closer, but Hu Zhengzheng's face had already returned to that deathly calm. Her hands were folded neatly over her abdomen, her head held high and chest out, looking just like a governess for European nobility from the old era.

Proper, solemn.

Hu Zhengzheng turned around and left without hesitation.

Her gait was also proper; the length of every step seemed to have been measured with a ruler. Her shoulders were level, as if she could walk with a book balanced on her head, yet her pace was so fast that she seemed to be floating.

Her figure passed through the street corner and disappeared from Lin Xiangjun's sight.

Lin Xiangjun watched her go, and when she withdrew her gaze, she happened to see Tiger Wang just coming downstairs.

Behind Tiger Wang followed Zhang Qi and a male who had not previously belonged to their camp.

Lin Xiangjun didn't know any of these people, so she casually gave them code names.

Three people came down from Building 39. In the front was 8097, behind 8097 followed the Sycophant, and behind the Sycophant followed an American Retro Boy.

The American Retro Boy was very thin and not tall. He was wearing a black jacket and black wide-leg jeans, somewhat like the American retro style in TV dramas, but because he was so thin, he looked like a layer of skin draped over a bamboo pole, appearing rather strange.

Lin Xiangjun remembered that the seven men had rented two rooms at the time.

There were four people on Tiger Wang's side: one Fluorescent Green Short Sleeve who jumped to his death, one fawning Sycophant, and one silent, quiet little guy.

Clearly, this man was a tenant from the other room.

Now that the two of them were coming down together... was it because they couldn't come up with enough money, so the six of them were sharing one room?

Zhang Minxian was crookedly supporting her head with one hand and laboriously picking up the bags on the ground with the other, looking rather miserable.

"Miss Lin, should I go up first?" Zhang Minxian also noticed the other people. She managed to hang the bag handles on her left arm while supporting her head with her right hand and asked in a low voice.

The people opposite were moving very fast, and Lin Xiangjun knew it was no longer possible to avoid them.

She squatted down, folded up the two open umbrellas, tied them, and casually picked up the last two bags that had fallen to the ground.

One dehumidifier, one humidifier.

It looked like Zhang Minxian had really spent a fortune to pry information out of the boss.

...Even though the blood was drawn from Lin Xiangjun.

That's fine; if she felt like it later, she could revisit elementary school math.

After all, after entering middle school, perhaps because everyone was more focused on environmental protection, Lin Xiangjun hadn't seen the extravagant waste of opening a sluice gate while letting water out to ask how long it would take to fill a swimming pool in a long time.

It could be considered a disguised trip down memory lane.

She pulled her stockings up to ensure the lower half of her face was covered, then stepped forward two paces, stopped in front of the three, and kept a two-meter distance from them.

Walking at the very front was Tiger Wang.

It had only been a few hours, yet the other person's complexion had visibly worsened significantly. The confidence and high spirits from when he first entered the instance had vanished, replaced by a slightly panicked anxiety.

"It's you again, 8097." Lin Xiangjun lifted her chin at him, her tone neither salty nor bland, and her attitude not particularly warm. "Something up?"

Tiger Wang scrutinized Lin Xiangjun.

She was clearly a slightly chubby young girl, quite tall but not very old, and her eyes lacked the murderous aura commonly seen in high-level players, so he hadn't taken her seriously at first.

But now...

Tiger Wang put away the contempt in his eyes. He didn't state his purpose, but instead spoke with a solemn tone: "This one's surname is Wang, given name Tiger. May I ask for Your Excellency's honorable name?"

"..."

Although she knew 8097—that is, Tiger Wang—was saying this to express his respect, and the sentence itself didn't have any grammatical or contextual errors.

But, but hearing this made Lin Xiangjun's whole body itch!

She really couldn't stand it when someone was so pedantically wordy in front of her.

It was really like an ancient-style This Young Scholar.