Chuanliu immediately thought of what Zhuiming had said: there weren't that many corpses before.
Thinking about it this way, this message also matches what the butterfly said in the car.
The City of Plum Blossoms indeed harbors secrets unknown to most.
After waiting for a long time without receiving any response from Chuanliu, the shop assistant, seemingly afraid that she wouldn't believe him, quickly added, "This is news we just received yesterday."
Chuanliu glanced at him and suddenly said, "You just said 300 two questions?"
Seeing that the customer didn't complain, the shop assistant beamed and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, saying, "Yes, yes, please feel free to ask."
Chuanliu tapped his fingers on the table and said, "I want all the colors to be the residents' identity information."
The shop assistant's expression changed, and he waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "I'm so sorry, I don't have permission to access the information you mentioned, specifically the parts marked 'J,' 'Q,' 'K,' and 'A.' I only have access to information about people with numbers below '10,' and each person I access counts as one question. Could you please confirm which person you specifically want to know about?"
Now that the problems in Plum Blossom City have been confirmed, a deeper understanding of its members may provide crucial clues for subsequent actions.
After careful consideration, Chuanliu asked in a deep voice, "Please tell me information about 'Plum Blossom 10'."
"OK."
The shop assistant nodded in agreement and quickly opened the book in his hand to carefully examine it.
A moment later, he looked up and said, "Plum Blossom 10, Name: Li Quanyou, Male, 61 years old. He arrived on Paradise Island six years ago. He was previously a public official, but was arrested and imprisoned for accepting bribes."
The girl silently memorized the information, and only asked again after the shop assistant finished explaining:
"My second question... I'd like to know who your boss is."
The shop assistant's expression stiffened for a moment, but he quickly regained his smile and asked tentatively, "Are you referring to our store manager? Is this your second question?"
Chuanliu interrupted him without hesitation, "No, I'm talking about your real boss."
From the moment he stepped into this Yorozuya, Kawawa sensed something was amiss.
The overly formulaic customer service procedures and their deliberate use of the term "store manager" seemed to be an attempt to avoid mentioning a higher-ranking person. Furthermore, when the staff went to discuss pricing with the store manager, Chuanliu noticed that the manager was also busy in the store, attending to ordinary customers making inquiries.
It's not that there can't be leaders who do things themselves, but there probably won't be any on Paradise Island.
All these signs, combined with the consistently mysterious atmosphere of the Wuwang District, suggest that...
Although Chuanliu couldn't be 100% certain, her past experience told her that this store manager was likely just a puppet at the front desk, and the real person behind the scenes was probably someone else.
As she expected, the shop assistant fell silent.
"Friendly reminder: if you dare to lie, I'll make sure you never do business again."
Chuanliu offered a timely reminder.
When you're out in the world, you give yourself your own identity.
Her moderate assertiveness wouldn't anger the shop assistants; instead, it would make them guess Chuanliu's identity and secretly think that Chuanliu was someone they couldn't afford to offend.
The shop assistant was torn. He wanted to deny the existence of the "boss," but he was also worried that the mysterious person in front of him actually knew something and was testing him.
After thinking for a long time, he said, "I'm sorry, our store has a rule that we cannot disclose the owner's information."
really.
Beneath the oversized hat, Chuanliu's lips curled into a triumphant smile.
She spoke slowly, her tone full of dissatisfaction: "You can't solve any of the questions I asked, yet you call yourself the biggest all-purpose shop on Paradise Island?"
She deliberately raised her voice, which immediately attracted the attention of other customers in the store.
Kawatsuki didn't care at all who owned this Yorozuya.
By asking this question, she was essentially forcing the shop assistant to refuse her again.
The shop assistant, sweating profusely, quickly led Chuanliu into a more private VIP room.
The customer in front of me was still rambling on: "I just don't understand, is it so hard to ask someone? You don't have any information at all, what kind of shop are you running?"
The shop assistant nodded repeatedly, not daring to interrupt.
"And you say you don't have the authority? You can't tell me 'J,' 'Q,' 'K,' or 'A'? Where are your rules? Show them to me. I don't believe you!"
Chuanliu looked excited, his voice growing louder and louder, as if he might start a fight at any moment.
The shop assistant couldn't actually bring up the rules; he tried his best to calm the agitated customer.
Then, Chuanliu pushed the water glass in front of him, naturally leading to the real purpose, "So, you, the King and Queen, have the authority?"
The shop assistant naturally assumed that the person in front of him was looking for trouble and replied:
"Honey, you know that the identity tokens on Paradise Island don't have a King or Queen designation. Aren't you making things difficult for me?"
To everyone's surprise, the guest wouldn't let it go. "I don't care! I've changed the second question, so you'll give me this! Whether you're the king or the prince, you'd better give me an explanation today!"
The shop assistant was quite helpless. Although he was cursing Chuanliu in his heart, he couldn't show it. After all, he had already refused this customer many times, so it was understandable that he had feelings.
This isn't the first time they've caused a disturbance by providing incorrect information.
The shop assistant had no idea that this was Chuanliu's real purpose.
He had no choice but to grit his teeth and open the all-knowing book, flipping through the entries one by one in alphabetical order.
If one book doesn't work, then flip to the next one.
Chuanliu tapped his fingers on the table repeatedly, turning his head to look around, giving the impression that he was already impatient.
Two hours later, the shop assistant must have found the notebook that started with the letter X, which was from many years ago. The pages of the notebook were curled and yellowed.
Suddenly, the shop assistant cautiously looked up. "Honey, I really couldn't find anyone with the title of 'King' or that nickname, but..."
Chuanliu raised an eyebrow and decided to hold back for the time being.
The clerk continued, "But I found someone, nicknamed 'Little Devil'... You see..."
Kid?
"Little devil" is another way of saying "Little Wang".
This means that this person might be the one she's looking for!
Chuanliu was secretly delighted, but controlling his excitement, he said in a calm tone, "Continue."
The shop assistant quickly said, "This person's nickname is 'Little Devil.' He arrived on the island 21 years ago, and his identity upon arrival was..."
The shop assistant squinted, trying to make out the blurry print on the old, worn-out booklet. "Yes..."
After trying for a while, the clerk finally gave up and said regretfully, "I'm sorry, our booklets haven't been maintained for too long, and this information is really hard to see."
Chuanliu also caught a glimpse of the message. The shop assistant was telling the truth, but she couldn't make out what the original message was either.
Shop assistant: "But I can assure you that this person is not on the official list of residents of Paradise Island to my knowledge."
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