Soon, they arrived at the agreed-upon KTV, and Jiang Xia entered the private room.
Besides Mouri Ran, Suzuki Sonoko, and Conan, there were four other people in the room. They were all band members, two men and two women.
Among them, the band manager, Mari Terahara—a beautiful Short-haired Woman—was calmly ordering food, selecting songs, and greeting guests, her movements gentle and graceful.
Jiang Xia's gaze couldn't help but linger on her for a long time.
—She was covered in a dense aura of killing intent.
...
Mari Terahara didn't notice Jiang Xia's scrutiny and invited him to sit down.
No one in this group was too introverted, and within a few minutes, the private room became lively.
After a few songs, Suzuki Sonoko held the microphone, swept her eyes across the crowd, and suddenly saw Conan sitting on the sofa, propping his chin with his hand, boredom written all over his face.
Suzuki Sonoko looked at Conan, then at Jiang Xia sitting next to Conan, and her apricot eyes narrowed slyly.
A moment later, she walked over, picked up Conan, and shoved the microphone into his arms: "Why are you acting like an old man at such a young age? Hurry up, you sing a song too!"
Saying that, she naturally turned around like a supervisor and sat down in Conan's original spot.
Then she glanced to the side, her face subtly blushing.
Conan, who saw through everything: "..." If you want to sit next to Jiang Xia, just say so...
Conan sighed, wanting to move to another spot and give the microphone to someone else.
However, the others were curious about what song a first-grader would sing and all joined in the clamor.
Conan found it hard to refuse such enthusiasm, hesitated for a moment, and primly selected a song.
...
Conan was actually tone-deaf, singing off-key to an astonishing degree. But to be honest, he quite liked singing in his heart; it was just that no one would listen before, so he could only suppress his hobby.
And now...
Conan held the microphone and gave a lingering look at the people in the private room: "..."
These people made him sing; he couldn't be blamed for this...
...
At this moment, Jiang Xia's attention was still on the manager, Mari Terahara. When he saw Conan pick up the microphone, he didn't pay much attention.
As a "prophet," Jiang Xia naturally knew about Conan's tone-deafness.
But then he thought, how bad could a little off-key singing be?
...
Ten-odd seconds later.
Conan's singing echoed melodiously in the private room.
The entire room was stunned. Jiang Xia's hand, holding a cookie, froze, and silence fell.
"..." Tsk, he was careless.
...
Mouri Ran had originally taken out her phone, intending to take a commemorative photo.
But at this moment, she was so shaken that she stood frozen, her cowlicks standing on end. The band members were also dumbfounded—they had never imagined that such terrible singing existed in the world.
Jiang Xia took a deep breath. Before the song entered the chorus and its destructive power reached its peak, he summoned his little white ghost with the fastest movements of his life and transferred his hearing to it.
He was just about to order his little white ghost to take his precious hearing and hide far away.
Unexpectedly, before he could give the command, his little white ghost let out a terrified shriek like it had been caught in a door, floated away at a life-saving speed, squeezed out through the window crack, and rolled onto the silent street.
Jiang Xia's ears were instantly clear.
He slowly let out a breath and leaned back into the sofa.
Without the discordant noise that pierced the soul, and with everyone else in a state of mental stagnation,
Jiang Xia could finally relax and examine one of his targets for today, Mari Terahara.
The killing intent on her had a strong bell pepper scent.
Although it was also a special, rare killing intent, Jiang Xia's motivation sharply decreased after he clearly smelled it.
...
Jiang Xia remembered this person.
Mari Terahara and Kimura Tatsuya—the spiky-haired male celebrity—had a mutual secret crush.
A few years ago, when Kimura Tatsuya was signed by a big company, he invited Mari Terahara to be his manager.
Mari Terahara therefore thought that Kimura Tatsuya liked her.
Amidst her surprise, she felt inferior about her ordinary appearance and specifically underwent plastic surgery.
Unexpectedly, after she became beautiful, Kimura Tatsuya was not only not surprised but became unusually angry, occasionally mocking her as an "ugly monster" and treating her worse and worse.
Mari Terahara fell from heaven to hell, believing she had been played. Several years passed, and she could no longer bear it, gradually developing murderous intent and ultimately deciding to kill Kimura Tatsuya, the person who had trampled on her dignity, at this celebration banquet.
"..." However, in reality, Jiang Xia remembered that Kimura Tatsuya actually liked her too.
It's just that in this world, sharp-tongued people who don't say what they mean always have a very high survival risk.
...
Thinking of this, Jiang Xia realized that he seemed to have encountered another multiple-choice question.
—Did he want Kimura Tatsuya's soul, or Mari Terahara's killing intent?
Jiang Xia: "..." Although he didn't like bell peppers, rationally speaking, unless Kimura Tatsuya could become a Ghost Fetus, the high-grade bell pepper-flavored killing intent was indeed more practical.
Even if he didn't eat it, maybe some ghosts would like it?
Thinking of this, Jiang Xia planned to ask Miyano Akemi and his little white ghost for their opinions.
Just then, a hand unexpectedly reached out to him from the side.
Jiang Xia was startled, instinctively grabbed the person, swung his arm back, and pinned the "attacker" flat on the sofa. At the same time, he casually picked up an ashtray.
He was just about to tap the "attacker" a couple of times to calm his nerves. But then, Jiang Xia looked closely and realized that the person he was pinning was actually Conan.
Jiang Xia, who had transferred his hearing and couldn't hear the terrible singing: "..." Hmm?
...Did he finally finish singing?