Where's the cute girl we were promised? She's completely wiped out S-rank dungeons!

This passage is quite long. A single paid announcement costs over 30,000 points, and one this long would probably cost around 60,000 to 70,000 points.

This move completely baffled the fans who had just been speaking up for Song Yuan:

This can't be serious! Everyone's just here for fun. It's not worth offending Midnight Ghost for a newcomer!

The previously active barrage of comments suddenly dwindled by more than half. Song Yuan glanced at the corner of the small screen and noticed that her original 50,000+ followers were plummeting after the announcement was posted.

From tens of thousands to thousands, from thousands to only a few hundred, and finally to very few:

[Ding~ Player Song Yuan has lost a staggering 5.3 followers in the last five minutes!]

[You're utterly useless; now you're despised by all players! The system is very disappointed in you.]

Fu Zhengyang, watching from behind the screen, was very satisfied with the result. He sat in his swivel chair, stroking the ruby ​​ring on his thumb, and leisurely observed Song Yuan's reaction.

Under the watchful eyes of the players, Song Yuan stared at that message for a long time, finally flicked it off with a single finger, and calmly delivered her remarks:

"This should earn a lot of points, right?"

Fu Zhengyang: "......*****!"

Comments: [...]

[666, People who don't handle stress]

She crossed the ridges between the fields, walked across a simple log bridge, and arrived at her destination for the night:

This is the home of Li Dazhuang, the village chief of this village.

The reason she came here was because during the day, when she and Qiao Ran were strolling around the village, they found a small piece of human finger bone in this family's dog bowl.

Logically, with their movements restricted, she and Qiao Ran should have been slower in obtaining clues. However, He Xiao, this pampered young master, was far too arrogant and contemptuous. During the day, Cui Xiaofei was the only one searching for clues while wearing glasses; He Xiaofei himself was preoccupied with chasing girls, and it would be a miracle if he even bothered to search the villagers' dog bowls.

Of course, it cannot be confirmed at this time that the finger bone belongs to one of the three volunteers. It can only be said that, currently, the village chief's family appears to be the most suspicious.

The main gate was locked. Song Yuan climbed over the wall and walked around the village chief's house. All the doors and windows were tightly sealed. Only the woodshed in the back room had a small hole in the corner of the right window.

The opening was very small; even someone as slender and petite as Song Yuan could barely squeeze in. The woodshed door was unlocked, and beyond it lay the kitchen.

She quietly and quickly inspected all the rooms except for the village chief's and his wife's bedroom. She found nothing wrong anywhere else until she passed the main room and noticed something seemingly pressed under the table leg.

Upon taking it out, it turned out to be an identity card:

Name: Zhang Zhicheng

[Location of the village where the personnel are stationed: Kujing'ao]

Contact number: *******

This is a photo of a young man. Although Song Yuan doesn't know the names or faces of the three missing volunteers, the fact that this kind of thing appeared in the village chief's house basically confirms that:

These three people did not die in an accident; they were murdered.

And he was murdered by the villagers who conspired against him.

Do these three people have some kind of grudge against the villagers?

Song Yuan tucked her identity tag into the side pocket of her little black dress, walked to the door of the village chief and his wife's bedroom, grasped the doorknob, and slowly pressed down:

After the search, her eyes had gradually adjusted to the darkness. With the moonlight streaming in through the window, she could see the general layout of the room without a flashlight.

The village chief's bedroom was very tastefully furnished, with furniture from the 1980s and 90s, and it was spotless.

She tiptoed into the room and walked to the bedside, only to find that the village chief was not in bed.

Only the village chief's wife was in bed.

She had short, ear-length hair, with sparse, dry, yellowish strands. Moonlight streamed through the window, forming a beam that shone on her face, making her originally yellow skin appear as white as wax.

The position was lying on his back, without a blanket, with his hands folded over his lower abdomen—as meticulous as if he were lying in a coffin.

Song Yuan began her search. Compared to other places, the village chief's bedroom had far more clues—but of course, the risk of being discovered was also greater. She carefully searched the desk, which contained the most items, inside and out, and found an account book, as well as the identity tags of two other people.

The contents of the ledger were very interesting. She glanced through it and silently memorized it.

As for the two ID tags, the photos showed they were both men, and both were young men of similar age. She then opened the wardrobe, which contained items completely different from the village chief's house—small things that only young people would use. There were brand-name shoes—almost new, which should fetch a good price if sold. Men's sports watches, smartphones…etc., all neatly packed and stored at the very bottom of the wardrobe.

There's no need to take these things. Song Yuan closed the cabinet door, and the blurry mirror naturally reflected her calm and delicate face:

The woman was still standing stiffly behind her, her face pale.

Her head nearly slammed into Song Yuan's neck, her eyes wide open to an unbelievable degree, revealing a dense network of red blood vessels and pink eyelids. Her chapped lips split and bled from the sudden opening, as if she were about to scream at any moment.

"You shall obey all my commands unconditionally."

Song Yuan raised her hand and gently touched the scales on her chest, calmly uttering these words:

"Now, keep quiet."

[Ding~ Player "Song Yuan" has used player "Qiao Ran's" skill, Siren's Song]