Today wasn't a complete waste; at least I know how many pawnshops there are in Long Night City and how many unscrupulous owners there are. Tomorrow, I'll start with those unscrupulous owners and try to get some clues out of them.
Song Tantan slept soundly that night, expecting to have a sleepless night. However, the voice appeared again in the middle of the night. She was still being held down by a ghost. Her mind was clear, and she wanted to open her eyes to see who was disturbing her. She tried to get up but couldn't move at all. Her whole body was suppressed.
However, this time she saw clearly what was speaking. It wasn't a person, nor was it the female ghost she had imagined. Instead, it was a light blue embroidered shoe.
Song Tantan was stunned. The embroidered shoe transformed into a human form, but it had no face. Its face was an embroidered shoe. Could this shoe have become a spirit?
"Who do you think you are, clinging to me like this? Speak your mind. If you need something from me, be nice. Stop with the nonsense. If you're trying to harm me, you're dead. I won't let you get away with this." Song Tantan rambled on and on.
Ye Moxun, who was in the next room, seemed to hear Song Tantan talking in her sleep again. The inn had poor soundproofing, and he was paying attention to the sounds from next door, so he noticed Song Tantan's voice as soon as she spoke.
So he quickly got up, put on his coat, and went next door. He knocked on the door a few times, but no one answered. Ye Moxun kicked the door open and went in, making quite a commotion, but the person on the bed still didn't react.
All I heard was her muttering under her breath, "If you come any closer, I'll take you in, turn you into an idiot, you slut, you stinky shoe."
"Tantan, wake up! You're having another nightmare." Ye Moxun called out a few times, but when she was still having nightmares, he helped her up and held her in his arms. Just as he was about to shake her awake, she suddenly opened her eyes.
"Shoes, you worthless wretch, how dare you scare me like this? I'll destroy you!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? What are you dreaming about?" Ye Moxun asked with concern. Was he still not awake?
The person in his arms paused, looked up, saw a familiar face, and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Ah Xun, I know who's behind this."
"who?"
Song Tantan stood up, took out the embroidered shoes from her spatial storage, and then pointed a large knife at the culprit, saying, "It's this tattered shoe that came into my dream to scare me, and even transformed into a human form to stand in front of my bed."
"...You, did you see it clearly?" Ye Moxun was both amused and exasperated. He clearly didn't believe there was anything wrong with the shoes. He didn't believe in supernatural phenomena or anything like that, even though he had experienced being reincarnated.
Seeing that he didn't believe her, Song Tantan was furious and stomped her feet, saying, "I'm telling the truth, don't you believe me? It's this shoe that's playing tricks. It said it has a son who is still alive and asked me to help it return the jade to its son, who is starving to death."
"Then its son is a pair of little shoes?" Ye Moxun asked, suppressing a laugh.
Song Tantan was choked, a breath stuck in her chest, she was so angry. She was very serious about what was going on, but she really didn't know which shoe was which. Could it really be a pair of little shoes?
Pshaw, what are you thinking? Even if spirits really exist in the world, they couldn't possibly be shoe spirits, unless the owner of the shoe is attached to it.
Thinking of this, Song Tantan shuddered, looked around, and leaned close to Ye Moxun, whispering, "Do you think the shoe store owner might be a psychopathic killer? And have a peculiar fetish, collecting items from women's bodies?"
The more she listened, the more she realized how reasonable it made, and she nodded to show that it was even more convincing.
"That person must have first targeted some well-dressed women, followed them for a while, found an opportunity to kill them, took all their valuables, and then disguised himself as a small vendor, setting up stalls everywhere to sell shoes, clothes, and even jewelry."
"No, I must find this peddler, expose his crimes, and send him to the authorities for punishment. I must seek justice for those innocent women who were murdered. Otherwise, it's terrifying how these restless spirits refuse to reincarnate." She decided to avenge the shoes.
Ye Moxun: "..." Could you make it even more vivid? It's just a pair of ordinary embroidered shoes, where did all these injustices come from?
But seeing her emotional state, her resolute expression, and her eyes reddened with emotion, what could he say or deny her?
Unless you want to annoy her, it's best to keep quiet now.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Don't you believe my speculation? If not, then tell me what's going on. Why have these shoes appeared in my dreams again and again? You're smart enough, so try to figure it out." Song Tan stared at him intently. If he dared to refuse, she would never let him off the hook.
Seeing her pouting and looking aggrieved on the verge of tears, Ye Moxun felt a pang of heartache. He admitted that he wasn't good at making up ghost stories, nor was he good at suspenseful crime-solving plots, because he wasn't interested in them. But if he didn't come up with something to say, he definitely wouldn't pass the test.
After pondering for a moment, he said with a serious expression, "Things are definitely not that simple. There must be an untold story behind these light blue embroidered shoes, but we'll find out what that story is tomorrow when we drag that peddler out and ask him for details."
Although the answer wasn't quite what she wanted, it was barely acceptable. Song Tantan pouted and said, "I still have to go to the pawnshop to look for clues tomorrow. All these things are piling up at once."
"No problem, finding the small vendor is easy. Just draw a picture of his appearance and give it to Zhang Wujin, and we'll definitely find him." Zhang Wujin is the local thug, and it's said that he's the fifth child in his family, hence the name Zhang Wujin.
Ye Moxun was a skilled painter with a photographic memory. He completed the portrait of the small vendor in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, which amazed Song Tantan.
"Ah Xun, if we ever fall on hard times, you can support your family by painting." In fact, if there were no space, she would only be able to make a living by becoming a female bandit or a bodyguard.
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