Chapter 94 The Singer, Oh, Singer 27

Lin Xiangjun decided to cast these glasses aside for now and check out the other prop first.

This prop was much more normal.

【Big Wolf's Favorite Delicious Banana: Sourced from the largest bunch of bananas in Big Wolf's banana orchard, these bananas were meticulously watered and fertilized by Big Wolf during their growth, making them exceptionally delicious. Ten minutes after consumption, you will be immersed in the deliciousness of the banana, and external pollution will be unable to erode you. It is indeed delicious, but when facing mental pollution, do you really have the time to peel the banana and eat it slowly?】

This was a one-time use c-rank prop.

This was one of the few times the second sentence was actually useful, and it truly voiced Lin Xiangjun's concerns.

Whether it was the 【Sakamoto Ryota's Glasses (Replica)】 or the 【Big Wolf's Favorite Delicious Banana】, neither really met Lin Xiangjun's expectations.

"Props that require active triggering like this are too skill-intensive." She scratched her head, somewhat distressed. "Why, among so many props, isn't there one that can automatically detect external mental pollution and trigger passively?"

Active props required her to first realize there was pollution and then trigger them herself.

But compared to that, she wanted a prop that could warn her of pollution and that she needed to be on guard.

Unfortunately, she had been camping in the trading zone for a month and hadn't seen anyone selling such a prop.

"As expected, everyone keeps the good stuff hidden away." She sighed, hesitated for a moment, then hardened her heart and put on the 【Sakamoto Ryota's Glasses (Replica)】.

The time it took to recite a phrase was certainly shorter than peeling and eating a banana.

As for losing face? Let it be lost. What did the embarrassment of Perfect Chrysanthemum Thirty-Six Folds have to do with her, Lin Xiangjun?

If you don't say it and I don't say it, who would know she is Perfect Chrysanthemum?

After finishing all this, Lin Xiangjun finally let out a long sigh, threw herself onto the sofa, and looked at Zhang Minxian, who was standing to the side, saying:

"I have deduced the Death Rule."

Her gaze was unfocused, and she didn't notice the curiosity on Zhang Minxian's face, only feeling that today had been truly exhausting, and her whole body was about to fall apart.

"I originally thought the Death Rule was about not stigmatizing women, just like those words written on the wall outside.

"However, the sentence you used that triggered the rule basically had no overlap with my speculation. At first, I was also surprised and didn't understand, but later, when I thought about it, perhaps I had been too narrow-minded at the beginning.

"Hu Zhengzheng, the Landlady said, was a positive, optimistic, cheerful, and smiling girl; the surrounding neighbors should have liked her very much. But because of what happened, the neighbors' reputation for her took a nosedive—"

Lin Xiangjun tilted her head slightly; although she wasn't holding an umbrella now, she seemed to be able to see those unsightly words.

"What kind of good girl wanders around outside so late, and dresses so revealingly? Isn't that just seducing others to do something to her?"

"You didn't see her dress; it was a camisole with such a low neckline! Half her chest was exposed. Tsk tsk, if I were a man, I wouldn't be able to resist either."

"Who knows where the money for her dress came from..."

"I was uncomfortable seeing her smiling and greeting the men in our residential area all day long. We're all women, who doesn't know what she's after? Ugh, little slutty vixen."

"It's really a pity, such a tender female student, watched her grow up, and don't know who she ended up with, tsk tsk."

"If I had known she was such a slut, I would have gone to her place long ago... Hehe, you didn't see her legs, so white and slender..."

"..."

Lin Xiangjun came back to her senses, coughed lightly twice, and turned her head back.

"When I was going downstairs just now, I was wondering, what exactly drove Hu Zhengzheng to her death? Later, I figured it out: it was because someone threw mud on her and pinned baseless charges on her.

"She wasn't raped and murdered; she was drowned by spit, she was 'judged' to death.

"Therefore, the Death Rule is not 'humiliation' but 'judgment.' When someone judges others, they will be killed by Hu Zhengzheng."

Before Lin Xiangjun's voice had even faded, a system notification sounded in her ears.

"Congratulations to player 【Perfect Chrysanthemum Thirty-Six Folds】 for deducing the complete Rule Four. You will receive the full content of Rule Four.

"【4, The Songstress will not judge you, The Songstress will not judge anyone. She does not judge right or wrong; she only follows her own choices.】

"Note: Rule Four is completely correct."

Lin Xiangjun's lips curled up triumphantly.

"So, if you deduce a rule yourself and guess it completely correctly, will the system acknowledge it and tell you the original rule, or the correct version?"

Lin Xiangjun felt that this was a very valuable piece of information.

She seemed to know how to trade for the prop she wanted.

After all, the people from the Special Security Bureau were tagging her in the communication zone every day, using coercion, bribery, seduction, and enticement—they practically wanted to use the entire Art of War on her.

If she used this information to trade with them...

Asking for an a-grade prop wouldn't be too much, right?

That definitely wouldn't be too much!

With the needed prop now within reach, Lin Xiangjun was in an even better mood.

At this time, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon, and the sky was beginning to grow dim.

It was time for a late lunch.

She happily took out a basin of boiled fish with tomatoes, a large basin of rice, and a basin of cold salad; the three basins occupied half of the coffee table.

Just as she was eating, Zhang Minxian, who was tidying the bed in the bedroom, suddenly let out an exclamation, and then rushed out clutching the bedsheet.

"Miss Lin! Look at me!"

Lin Xiangjun swallowed the peanut in her mouth and asked, somewhat indistinctly: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Minxian threw the bedsheet over her shoulder, lifted her top, and with a grave expression revealed... a small green dinosaur pendant on her waist?

Lin Xiangjun blinked blankly and stuffed the half-eaten bean sprout back into her mouth.

What's wrong with a little dinosaur?

It's quite cute.

"This, this appeared suddenly!" Seeing that Lin Xiangjun hadn't reacted, Zhang Minxian gestured anxiously, "Just now when I was bending over to make the bed, I suddenly felt something digging into my waist, and when I reached out to touch it, I felt this... This thing wasn't there before!"

Lin Xiangjun swallowed the bean sprout in her mouth and finally remembered the rule.

【12, You should wear black clothes, black pants, and black shoes, and carry a black umbrella. Do not wear jewelry and do not dye your hair; only then will you be safe. Please note, when a brightly colored item suddenly appears on you, you must dispose of it while ensuring your attire remains tidy.】

Obviously, this little dinosaur was a "brightly colored item."

So now the question arose, the first half of this rule was correct, but was the second half correct as well?

No one could be sure if Rule Twelve was correct in both its first and second halves.

It was just like a man saying he is straight; no one can guarantee he is straight from beginning to end.

...

Apologies for the hell joke.