Chapter 324 Swallowing the Gun
Second floor of the Palla Opera House.
The chaotic voices were getting farther and farther behind me, and a bright warm light sprinkled in from the gaps in the curtains. The ordinary sunshine on weekdays seemed so beautiful at this moment.
"It's the exit!" Banning shouted, and his steps continued to speed up due to excitement. He crossed the dark windows in the corridor at a speed of a hundred meters, and came to the only windowsill with sunshine falling.
"It's the exit."
A plain voice interrupted the boiling ecstasy in Benning's heart. The warm female voice as warm as water whispered softly in Chinese that he couldn't understand. A beautiful fair lady came to the windowsill with elegant and dignified steps. Her curved and plump body was bathed in the warm sunshine. Extending from her feet was a huge black shadow like a demon.
"It's here." Ning Zhe reached out and lifted the curtains. The dazzling sunlight suddenly burst into this dark corridor. The orange flowers and green leaves came into view. They were the marigolds planted on the windowsill. Outside the windowsill, a huge swimsuit billboard stood high above the city wall of the Vivian Harbor hypermarket.
Before she could pay attention to the strange situation under the woman's feet, the long-lost human situation outside the window made Benning cry with joy. Two lines of tears kept rolling down, and she said tremblingly: "It's the exit, it's the exit..."
Finally found the exit. He wandered around this ghost place until now. He walked through the main entrance, side door, back door, and all the emergency escape passages of the Shrine of Goria Opera House. He opened the door with anticipation again and again, and was shattered by the hard darkness behind the door again and again.
Every door here is closed, and every window is pitch black, as if an invisible god dug up the entire opera house as a flower to be transplanted and put it into a sealed black box. He searched for it until now and finally found a gap in the box.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your feelings, but you saw the aunt's face." Ning Zhe smiled and said in Europa's word: "Finally, let's take a look at the sun more, and there will be no chance in the future."
With a plop, Benning's body fell into the corridor.
Ning Zhe lifted the curtain and walked out of the windowsill, and a long crimson purple corset dress seamlessly switched to a brown-black men's hunting outfit. This man named Banning is the third person in the opera house to find the exit. The shadows that appeared and disappeared suddenly when the first two lucky people who successfully escaped passed through the windowsill made Ning Zhe notice this - the only gap left by Fross when he used Mo Dou to draw the opera house into a prison.
"If nothing unexpected happens, Foxolus should have left the opera house... I haven't sealed this gap for so long. Are you waiting for me?"
Ning Zhe used Van Dyke's hands to support the edge of the windowsill and leaned down at the street below. There were only the bright yellow cordons and roadblocks that had just been pulled up on the empty road, and several police cars parked at the intersection.
Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, Ning Zhe stood up and retreated, silently hiding into the darkness behind the curtains.
"Tsk."
In a hotel opposite the opera house, the man standing by the window tsk, then reached his hand behind his waist and took out a pistol.
"Uh, what happened, Mr. Milicato?" Several police officers sitting not far away were surprised to see this and hurriedly stood up from the sofa.
"It's nothing." Fross laughed, took out a pill from his arms with his left hand and swallowed it with red wine. Then he stuffed the barrel of the pistol into his mouth with his other hand.
Bang—
Amid the astonished eyes of several policemen, Fross' body fell heavily, and the dripping blood rolled on the waxed floor like red pearls. After a moment of dazed, several people immediately rushed around and carefully helped Foxolus's body up, "It's no help, I committed suicide by swallowing a gun, and the bullet directly smashed the brain stem..."
The smell of blood spread made several police officers look at each other. They couldn't understand why the rich and powerful Mr. Milicato committed suicide suddenly. But in addition to doubting, the few people were even more worried about the subsequent impact of the matter. The Opera House had just been closed for a while, and Mr. Milicato, one of the few survivors, committed suicide like this. Does anyone believe it? How should they explain to their superiors?
No one noticed a tit flying silently outside the window in a panic atmosphere.
Ning Zhe flew over the blocked street and landed in the open-air courtyard of a residential building. He recovered his human form in a hidden corner, and took out the notebook that contacted Xia Yubing from his arms while sorting out the information in his mind.
"There is indeed a problem with this Foxolus. He took the poison first and then committed suicide, obviously to prevent me from being resurrected by using the money to buy life, and to hide some news that I cannot know."
"...Is it not known by Van Dyke, or is it not known by 'Ningzhe'?"
Ning Zhe opened his notebook and his mind was flowing rapidly. The answer to this question was directly related to whether the various events in Vivien Harbor were targeted by Van Dyke or Ning Zhe.
OK, OK, let’s sort out the current known information first.
First of all, who is Fros Milicato?
This person is the noble of Europa, the young master of the Milicato family, and Van Dyke's good friend.
"I stole Van Dyke's identity and left Kyushu. After I came to Europa, as soon as I landed, the first person to greet me was Foxolus. The person who lent me the private plane to Castle Vanessa was also Foxolus. The person who invited me to the Pallas Opera House to attend the auction... Foxolus."
"So far, every strange incident I have encountered after going abroad has a deep or shallow relationship with this Foxolus."
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"But Foxolus and Van Dyke met at least 20 years ago. They had a close relationship. I was not born yet when they exploited black slaves in Africa."
Ning Zhe shook his head slightly. He would not celebrate his 18th birthday until next month.
"Did Foxolus see through my identity? He saw that I was not the real Van Dyke, and he frequently designed me to investigate the truth about my friend being impersonated? No, this doesn't make sense... He just committed suicide in front of me. He died in a true way."
"Will that be the same as in Chen Yugu Prison? Fen Wu followed my whereabouts and followed me all the way abroad, brainwashing and controlling Fsoles in the same way as a prison guard named Yan Yukuan?"
"No, this doesn't make sense..."
Possibilities kept flashing in Ning Zhe's heart, but he soon vetoed them one by one again. The contradictory clues were entangled in chaos and could not be clarified at all.
At this time, four words slowly appeared on the notebook in his hand:
【I won the bet】
(This chapter ends)