Chapter 117: Volume 1, Chapter 117 – Tenant (5)

Lunch was settled, and not long after it was time for dinner, again delivered by the boy.

Jiang Zhi didn't give a tip this time; she really couldn't afford it.

She glanced at the timid, fidgety boy standing there, and without ceremony handed him the lunchbox trash.

"Can you help me throw this away?"

Shi Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, reached out to take her trash, and nodded in agreement.

Watching him disappear at the stairwell entrance, Jiang Zhi withdrew her gaze and closed the door.

She thought, anyway this world is full of danger everywhere; to survive, it's better to first mend relations.

That way, she won't be the first to receive a boxed meal.

Regardless of whether Shi Xuan is a serial killer, as long as he feels her kindness, he won't bear her ill will.

Jiang Zhi, thinking contentedly, carried her dinner into the room.

She didn't notice a figure standing in the dark, lightless corner, having watched everything just now, eyes gloomy with a piercing chill.

The night livestream began again.

The malicious comments in the barrage grew thicker.

(Why is the streamer dressing more and more conservatively?! It's boring, not as good as the stream next door!)

(Can't you show some legs? Who wants to watch you sing? Nobody's here just for the legs, right?)

(Want to * the streamer! ***** on the streamer's face)

(**** streamer)

The blocked words are simply unbearable to look at.

The entire livestream room instantly turned into a pornographic/illegal scene.

Jiang Zhi, expression unchanged, typed a line of bold red characters at the top of the livestream screen.

"Proper Green Livestream! Crack down on porn/vulgarity/low taste"

In an instant, the barrage column seemed to pause.

Popularity also plummeted accordingly.

Jiang Zhi only needs to stream three hours to earn enough for meals, but to make money by selling her charms, violating her principles, is absolutely impossible.

I thought no one would tip during the three hours, but unexpectedly a tycoon sent a rocket.

The rocket is worth 500; the platform takes half, leaving her with 250.

Jiang Zhi's eyes lit up; she was about to thank the tycoon, but suddenly narrowed her eyes, staring at the tycoon's ID for a long while.

Suddenly she realized, isn't this ID the pervert who said last night he'd come find her?

(Zhizhi's husband: Sis sis sis!! I love listening to sis sing!! Sis is different from everyone else, I love sis the most!!)

Jiang Zhi watched the barrage slide past before her eyes, her head hurting.

She kept her expression under control, propping her chin on the camera, smiling brightly: "Thanks for the rocket, hubby! Sis also likes you."

(Zhizhi's husband: Really really really?! Does sis like me? Then can I get sis's contact info??)

Jiang Zhi hesitated a moment, then quickly sent a private message to 'Zhizhi's husband'.

She wanted to know which resident of this floor the pervert was.

Or maybe he isn't from this floor at all?

Upon receiving the friend request, Jiang Zhi opened her phone and saw a person with an all-black avatar adding her.

After she tapped agree, her phone vibrated.

It was that person's voice call.

Jiang Zhi refused the call, telling the camera: "Sis is still streaming, can't answer the phone."

(Zhizhi's husband: Then I'll wait for sis to finish streaming!! I love sis so much!!!)

Direct, scorching affection seemed to shine through the screen into her eyes.

After three hours, Jiang Zhi ended the livestream.

Her phone rang immediately after the stream ended, vibrating on the desk.

And on the phone screen appeared an all-black avatar.

It was Zhizhi's husband calling.

Jiang Zhi's throat was a little sore; she picked up her phone, walked to the water dispenser, poured a cup of water, drank it, then slowly answered the call.

On the other end, it was utterly silent, not a sound.

Jiang Zhi tentatively said:

"Are you there?"

From the microphone came heavy breathing, then soon a voice altered with special effects mixed with mechanical sounds.

"I want to hear sis call me hubby."

Jiang Zhi: "……" What a load of bull.

After thinking, she asked: "What's wrong with your voice?"

The altered voice: "Sis, can you call me hubby?"

He was still fixated on that.

Jiang Zhi helplessly rubbed her brow, about to refuse, when a low panting suddenly sounded in her ear.

He seemed to be doing something, licking the microphone with his tongue tip, accompanied by ambiguous moans, his excitement rising.

Until he reached the climax, that side let out an 'ah' sound.

Jiang Zhi hung up the phone extremely quickly.

Her face flushed and ears burning, she mercilessly slapped her phone onto the table, gritting her teeth as she said:

Damn pervert!!

She didn't need to think to know what they were doing over there.

Next time I won't answer his calls, even if he gives me two thousand as a tip!

That night, Jiang Zhi slept uneasily.

She had a nightmare, and upon waking she forgot what the dream was about.

She slept until noon before getting up.

She was going out to look for clues; the mission wasn't just to survive 30 days safely, but also to find the serial killer.

She couldn't stay home like a salted fish every day; today was the third day, it was time to go out.

In early autumn, a slight chill turned the greenery yellowish, trees in the city withered, and the temperature carried a hint of cold.

Jiang Zhi wrapped herself in a thick coat, clasped her hands in front of her chest, and buried her face in her scarf.

The first news on her phone was about a criminal case that happened last night in an alley near the old city district: the victim was a woman who had been raped and killed, lying naked in the gutter, the perpetrator having raped her before killing her.

The news said this was a serial case, with three previous incidents.

The copy task didn't specifically require finding a serial killer, so if Jiang Zhi caught this rapist killer, she should also be able to complete the mission.

Jiang Zhi went downstairs and headed toward the alley mentioned in the news.

On the way she met Zhang Hao, the fat man from Room 602.

"Hey, it's you!" Zhang Hao saw her first and strode up to her.

Up close, Jiang Zhi smelled the stench coming from him—he probably didn't shower much, his hair was greasy and his skin dark.

And his overly lustful face made him look lecherous no matter how you looked at it.

"Zhang Hao, running into you again." She buried her nose in her scarf, her eyes showing no dislike, looking quite friendly.

Zhang Hao's eyes glued to her delicate, snow-white face, he rubbed his palms, took out his phone, and said: "Give me your number, sis; I forgot it last time."

Jiang Zhi laughed in response and exchanged phone numbers with him.

"Want to hang out tonight, Zhang Hao? I'll treat you to dinner." Zhang Hao couldn't help leaning toward her, but she slipped away like a slippery fish.

"Let's talk later, Zhang Hao; I've got things to do, I'm leaving now." Jiang Zhi waved goodbye.

Zhang Hao stared intently at her alluring back, licking his lips.

Suddenly, he was hit from behind, knocked to the ground, and a car sped by at that moment.

Zhang Hao's survival instinct was strong; he rolled and crawled to the roadside, dodging the speeding car.

When he turned back to look, the person who had bumped him was gone.

Zhang Hao felt a sudden chill rise in his heart, he trembled as he got up, vigilantly scanning his surroundings, and by the time he got home he was nervous and frightened.