The lack of information actually fits the image of "Joker" even better.
At least for now, we know that the kid was a resident who arrived on the island 21 years ago.
But another problem arose: the kid's name wasn't among the official residents, which represented three possibilities.
First, the kid is already dead.
Secondly, the little devil became a wanderer.
In either of these two scenarios, finding the "Joker" becomes virtually impossible.
Third, the kid changed his name and hid among the regular residents.
Chuanliu sighed inwardly, thinking that something was better than nothing.
She still pretended to be an angry customer, and snorted:
"Alright, alright, since you had a good attitude, I won't hold it against you."
Having achieved his goal, Chuanliu didn't linger any longer, immediately paid the bill with his card, and left.
Storage card balance: 12,700.
After leaving the Yorozuya, Kawanyu continued walking along the street.
Now that she had a lead, she had to follow it closely; otherwise, it would be difficult to make any further progress.
But nothing stays hidden forever. If she asked at every Yorozuya, the news that someone was looking for the kid would probably spread like wildfire.
But if even the largest general store on Paradise Island doesn't have information about this person, where else can we find clues?
Looking at the almost identical Yorozuya (Odd Jobs Shops) in front of him, Kawanyu couldn't help but feel troubled.
Suddenly, in the deep alley, a dilapidated shop quietly attracted the attention of the passersby.
It is located deep in this inconspicuous alley, in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the main street.
What sets this Yorozuya apart is that its windows and doors are always closed. The three characters "Yorozuya" on the door are carved in a very rough handwriting, blending perfectly with the color of the wooden door. If you don't look closely, you can hardly notice them.
This store is probably going to go out of business.
The girl walked down a few moss-covered steps and approached cautiously.
A damp smell wafted over, and water droplets kept falling from the roof onto the stone pavement, making a crisp sound.
The shop hadn't been maintained for a long time; there were even spiders preparing to spin webs at the entrance.
At least... this store is discreet enough.
With a "nothing to lose" attitude, Chuanliu reluctantly made up an excuse and knocked on the door.
"Knock knock knock".
"Knock knock knock".
I knocked on the door twice, but no one answered.
She gently pushed the door and was surprised to find it was ajar.
So, with a little effort, the old wooden door creaked open and swung wide inwards.
Chuanliu did not rush in; she stood at the doorway and peered inside.
The room was dimly lit, and the air was filled with a musty smell.
In a corner of the room, an elderly man with gray hair lay quietly in a rocking chair.
Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the window, filtering through the dust floating in the room and dappling the old man's body.
His face was covered with a newspaper, obscuring his features.
Could he be dead?
Chuanliu looked around to make sure no one was nearby, then tiptoed inside.
The surroundings were silent. She took a deep breath and carefully lifted the newspaper covering the old man's face.
The face of a man in his sixties or seventies came into view, with relaxed features and slightly pale skin.
She gently placed her fingers near the old man's nose, trying to confirm if he was still alive.
However, in the next second, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, his bright eyes staring straight at the flow of people.
"ah!"
The old man suddenly yelled and sprang up from his recliner.
Chuanliu quickly withdrew his hand, took a few steps back, and kept a certain distance from the old man.
"Who are you? What are you going to do to me?"
The old man crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking like a victim.
Chuanliu touched his nose through his mask. "I thought this was the Yorozuya and wanted to ask some questions. Sorry, I thought you were..."
"Is there work coming in?"
The old man suddenly interrupted her, his eyes gleaming; judging by his energy, he should be able to live for several more decades without any problem.
The old man immediately stood up and pulled Chuanliu to sit down facing him. "Young man, what do you want to ask? I've been a professional gossip for 69 years, there's nothing I don't know about Paradise Island!"
"What is your name?" Chuanliu asked.
"Hehe, I'm an old guy, just call me Old Feng."
Old Feng opened the drawer, put on his reading glasses, and held a pen in his hand, writing something on a piece of paper.
Chuanliu asked, "Since you're open for business, why aren't you open for business?"
Old Feng smiled awkwardly and said, "It's just a lunch break, nothing more."
It seems really unreliable...
Chuanliu then asked, "What are your pricing rules here?"
Old Feng pushed his reading glasses up, looking mysterious. "I don't take money, I take other things."
Chuanliu: "Oh?"
Old Feng: "I accept ID cards, but the specifics depend on the question."
A sharp glint flashed in Chuanliu's eyes as she stared intently at the old man before her.
However, the old man didn't seem to think he had said anything shocking, and still looked at Chuanliu with an expectant expression.
For a moment, the room was completely silent.
After a long pause, Chuanliu stood up, shook his head, and said:
"Excuse me, sir, do I look like someone with an ID card? I can't afford your information."
Perhaps because no one had been there for too long, Old Feng immediately stood up.
"No, no, no, try your luck on the black market, you might find something! I won't charge you extra, a '2' is fine, right?"
Chuanliu chuckled lightly, "Old man, if I could afford it, would I be without a single card?"
Her gaze shifted, and she continued, "To be honest, I came to see you about this. A guy named Kid stole my cards, and I'm going to make him pay the price, even if it costs me everything!"
Chuanliu described it in a resentful voice, seemingly harboring deep hatred for the kid.
"Kid... is there such a person on Paradise Island?"
Old Feng stroked his chin and muttered to himself.
Seeing that Chuanliu was about to leave, he immediately called out to her, "Wait! Let me check for you."
It seems like there's a chance?
Chuanliu pretended to hesitate, stopped, and walked back.
Old Feng rummaged through the cabinet, and notebooks were piled up all over the table, including "Three Sentences to Teach You How to Play Poker," "Numbers and Life," "Postpartum Care of Island Sows," "The Paradise Island's Guide to Love and Lust," and "The Untold Story of Me and My Neighbor Wang Po"...
Chuanliu's face grew increasingly dark, and she had to admire her own patience once again.
Old Feng was still trying to turn the pages, and finally, his finger landed on a certain notebook.
"Haha. Found it!"
He clutched the notebook to his chest, his face beaming with excitement. "Little girl, I'll tell you who he is. After you find him, give me your cards!"
As if making a momentous decision, Chuanliu gritted his teeth and said, "Deal!"
Old Feng showed the notebook to Chuanliu, and the contents of it made the girl's pupils shrink.
She murmured, "It was her..."
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