Chapter 90 The Singer, Oh, Singer 23

Although Tiger Wang still looked a bit hesitant, he remained silent for a moment before choosing to act as if nothing had happened, recounting the situation exactly as it occurred according to Lin Xiangjun's request.

"At that time, the four of us checked the rented house inside and out. After confirming there was nothing strange and no clues, we sat in the living room chatting, determining everyone's division of labor and what useful props we each had."

Players would voluntarily discuss the props they possessed just to confirm the division of labor? Lin Xiangjun didn't believe this nonsense for a second.

Of course, Tiger Wang might have realized that his words were somewhat unbelievable, so he paused and then continued as if nothing had happened.

"At that time, he said he had a ring that could heal injuries, a b-grade prop, which could roughly repair injuries from falling from the second floor to the first, and it could be used once a day, but the ring was already bound."

"Speaking of this ring, he started talking about its origin. He said it was a two-person instance he went to with his girlfriend. It involved crafting and exchanging rings, and this ring was made by his girlfriend. However, his girlfriend didn't make it out of the instance."

"When he talked about this, he was sitting on the sofa near the window. He hadn't moved the whole time, but that black shadow suddenly appeared, grabbed his neck, smashed through the glass, threw him out of the window, and then disappeared."

Lin Xiangjun didn't comment on the irrelevant suspicious points in this account, such as why his girlfriend died in a two-person instance while he came out alive, or why he would voluntarily explain the origin and function of the prop in such detail.

After all, the art of language—embellishing and beautifying it appropriately—can be used to deflect questions with a simple "The person is dead, so it's not good to say bad things."

However, the more critical parts still needed to be asked carefully.

The Fluorescent Green Short Sleeve must have done something; otherwise, how could he have violated the death rules for no reason?

Aside from actions, language can also trigger rules. If he had been sitting still without moving, and there was no problem with his behavior, then it depended on what he had said.

"What did he say before he died?" Lin Xiangjun asked.

Tiger Wang looked a bit impatient but still answered: "He didn't say anything, just that his girlfriend had a bad personality, loved spending money and buying things, and was involved with others while dating him. The things he said were unpleasant, so I won't repeat them and dirty your ears. You should first explain why you opened the umbrella just now."

This time, Lin Xiangjun did not avoid the topic.

Once the umbrella was opened, it was so huge that everyone wasn't blind enough for her to deny it even if she wanted to. Besides, Tiger Wang had indeed recounted the situation as she requested, though it was unclear how much of it was exaggerated.

However, just because you can exaggerate doesn't mean I can't.

Exaggerating? She had done plenty of that back when writing group papers and assignments. Any file folder from her computer could create an oasis if thrown into the Sahara Desert.

"Everyone knows that rules appear in the clean houses mentioned by the Landlady. It just so happened that the previous instances I participated in were consecutive, and I hadn't had time to spend my underworld currency, so I had some savings. I used a prop to rent another house to collect more rules.

"In the eyes of the instance NPCs, my prop is an independent person. To avoid being exposed, I let her pose as a tenant who had just moved in with nothing, and after renting the house, she went to the supermarket to buy daily necessities.

"There were many umbrellas in the supermarket. My prop has some independent consciousness. After she determined that the umbrella was very important, she decided to open it to see—to be honest, a prop having independent consciousness is very deadly."

At this point, she even feigned a sigh.

"She opened the umbrella and said she saw a woman in black. As a result, before she could finish, there was no sound.

"I looked from the window and saw something clutching my prop's neck; the neck was almost broken. I don't have many high-level props, and I really couldn't bear to have one ruined like that. In my panic, I jumped down from the window.

"I didn't open the umbrella and couldn't see anything, but since the prop was about to break, I had no choice but to open it. After driving that thing away, I put it down as quickly as possible. I don't know if this action violated any rules or if it will cause contamination."

Her story was more detailed than Tiger Wang's, the logic was sound, and it was significantly more credible, but Tiger Wang still snorted coldly.

He had been very dissatisfied with Lin Xiangjun's attitude earlier; she was bossy, just like the foreman at his factory, looking down on everyone.

Now, he felt that Lin Xiangjun was petty. Tiger Wang didn't explain things in too much detail himself because he wasn't sure which wrong word would immediately summon the Songstress to take his life; he felt he had no other choice.

However, Lin Xiangjun wasn't affected by anything, yet she still avoided the important points and deliberately omitted the key details. Wasn't that just because she saw he hadn't been detailed and was afraid of being at a disadvantage? She was just as stingy and petty as his foreman.

"Young girls these days have so many schemes; they refuse to suffer even the slightest loss and are terrified of being taken advantage of for even a penny."

This one sentence caused Lin Xiangjun's brain to crash for a second.

？

Are you even human?

You're asking me to suffer a loss when I don't even have food to eat in the real world?

"Uncle, if you think suffering a loss is a blessing, you can give me your props, underworld currency, and anything else I can use. You're older and should enjoy yourself more. I'll take all the blessings, and since I'm young, I'll take the hardship and suffer for you. How about that? If that works, here is my payment code…"

Zhang Qi seemed to have suddenly seized the opportunity to show his usefulness. Before Tiger Wang could even open his mouth, he was already jumping up and shouting:

"Why are you so ungrateful? Someone is teaching you a lesson, and you should just listen carefully. Would we ever harm you? This is all for your own good. They're teaching you wisdom without charging a fee. This one sentence is the essence condensed from who knows how many years of experience; it's worth a billion! Do you understand the value of this sentence?"

Lin Xiangjun was stunned.

Lin Xiangjun said with an exceptionally sincere tone: "I don't understand, but can you have your boss take back that sentence and transfer me a billion? I can give you a 20% discount; you give me 800 million in underworld currency, and I'll immediately bow and scrape, admitting that what your boss said is very useful and is golden advice."

Compared to Tiger Wang's slow pace and the inevitable confidence of a middle-aged man, Zhang Qi's attempt to seize the opportunity to show loyalty was clearly not anything good either.

Zhang Zhendong looked at Zhang Qi, then at Lin Xiangjun.

After holding back for a moment, he couldn't help but say: "Not to be a buddy, but aren't we the ones asking for help? Aren't we the ones trying to get clues from her?"