Chapter 306

September 10, 2018, 14:03 PM.

The atmosphere in the Vivian Port hypermarket is hot.

Dalos, who had just drunk a case of beer, walked into the restroom with a slight alcoholic aura, his gaze sweeping over the urinals by the wall.

The urinals in the men's restroom are a very magical public facility. Men using the restroom always stand one spot apart; if there are no empty spots, they would rather go into a stall than be neighbors with other brothers, to avoid comparing sizes with each other. Dalos is no exception.

Seeing that there were no empty spots at the urinals, Dalos swayed into a stall with an unlocked door and unzipped his pants to urinate.

After urinating, he pulled up his pants and pressed the toilet flush button. Dalos listened to the gurgling sound of water as he exited the stall and walked to the sink to wash his hands.

It's strange to say, but when he walked in just now, the restroom was full of people. In the time it took to urinate, the outside was empty, and there wasn't a single person left. In the long row of sinks, only the faucet here was running.

"Strange... do they not wash their hands after using the restroom?" Dalos curled his lips, rubbed some soap on his hands, hummed a little tune while washing his hands clean, and placed them under the blow dryer to dry.

During the time waiting for his hands to dry, Dalos suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Why did the music stop?"

The hypermarket outside is holding a swimsuit show. Because it is the last large-scale public event in Vivian Port, it is being held especially grandly. Fursoles spent a lot of money to invite two well-known bands to perform live, making the current atmosphere exceptionally hot.

But now, the music has stopped. Dalos stood by the sink and listened carefully. It wasn't just the music; even the noise of the crowds coming and going in the market outside had disappeared at some point. Only the hot air from the hand dryer was blowing, making the whole world seem exceptionally dead and silent.

The eerie atmosphere made Dalos shiver uncontrollably, and the alcoholic haze instantly dissipated. He hurriedly left the sink and ran outside the restroom. The long corridor paved with tiles was empty.

"What... is going on?" Dalos ran out of the corridor in two or three steps and arrived outdoors. The empty street came into view.

The tricycle carrying goods was parked on the side of the street. There were no staff behind the grocery store's checkout counter. In the cafe by the intersection, half a cup of coffee was emitting wisps of heat on the table, as if someone had just been sitting there. In the small tavern not far away, cups and plates were in a mess. The brothers who were drinking, bragging, and watching the swimsuit show with him just now didn't know where they had gone.

Tap, tap, tap, tap...

In the silent world, the sound of walking suddenly came from the corridor behind him. Dalos turned his head back in ecstasy, but the next second, the joy on his face turned into fear.

Tap, tap, tap...

In the empty corridor, there was only a tall, thin man, dressed in rags, barely covering his body, exposing gray-white, sickly skin and ugly sores. An old, wrinkled, coarse cloth sack was inverted on the person's shoulder, covering the entire head inside without leaving holes for the eyes, but it seemed to be able to see, walking straight toward the door step by step.

"You, you, who are you?" Dalos shouted in terror: "Is this some kind of prank? Are you filming a prank video?"

It didn't answer, just kept walking closer in silence.

"Fuck." An inexplicable anger rose in Dalos's heart, and he said angrily: "This isn't funny!"

It still didn't speak, and its footsteps didn't stop either. Its broad chest didn't have the slightest rise and fall, and there wasn't even any breathing, just like a dead person.

The situation seemed a bit wrong. Dalos hurriedly took two steps back, reached out his hand in an attempt to block it, and roared: "Stop! Don't come near me!"

These words seemed to have worked. The tall dead person with a sack over its head stopped in place and didn't move forward anymore. Dalos breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this and was just about to ask something else, but saw it suddenly lift its right hand slowly, pointing in his direction in a strange posture.

Its right index and middle fingers were stretched out flat, while the other three fingers were held together, making a "scissors" sign at him. With a thud, Dalos's body collapsed to the ground.

He was dead.

The sound of car engines rang out on the bustling street. A tourist was taking photos and checking in at the cafe at the intersection. The band's performance was transmitted in all directions through loudspeakers. Several big men were sitting in the small tavern, drinking and chatting while watching the live broadcast of the swimsuit show on the big screen—they were all locals. The natives of Vivian Port have a strong sense of citizenship; during holidays, they generally consciously give way to tourists and don't go to popular attractions, in order to promote tourism consumption.

"Why has Dalos been gone for so long? Did he drown in the toilet?" A blond man muttered and let out a hiccup.

"Maybe he got drunk, took the wrong turn into the women's restroom, and got caught by the cops, hahaha..." The red-haired man sitting across the table laughed loudly. His lazy gaze was soon attracted by a beautiful mother passing by with a child outside the door, and he whistled frivolously.

The young mother showed a look of disgust at these drunks, took the child's hand, and walked quickly to the public restroom door. At this moment, the child's voice suddenly rang out: "Mom, look, someone is lying at the restroom door."

The mother turned her head upon hearing this and saw the corpse of the man lying at the door. She immediately let out a scream, waking up the drunken men in the tavern.

"Ah—!"

At the backstage exit of the Saint-Golia Opera House, a black luxury sedan was parked at the end of the red carpet. A cute baby-faced girl in a white dress walked across the red carpet under the guidance of a waiter, sat in the sedan, and the car door closed with a bang.

Outside the car door, a middle-aged man with graying hair admired the crystal-clear, round teardrops at the corner of the girl's eyes through the car window, revealing a satisfied smile. He bowed and instructed the driver: "Send her to my room."

"Yes, Mr. Diesel." The driver nodded to indicate he understood.

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Watching the sedan carrying the girl leave the opera house, the man known as "Mr. Diesel" turned around and returned to the opera house, smacking his lips with some regret: "I haven't had such a heart-pounding feeling for many years. It's a pity there is an important gathering in the afternoon. This delicacy can only be savored properly tonight..."

He came to Vivian Port as a representative of the "Diesel" family. Although the Diesel family is also a hereditary noble surname, compared to the behemoths like the Dai Ke family and the Flim Mistret family who are hosting this meeting, they still need to be humble and cautious, and must not be negligent.

Returning to the opera house and looking at the extinguished electronic screen, Diesel thought of the Persian princess who appeared as the grand finale again. Not being able to pocket such a top-tier item, he couldn't help but feel regret in his heart: "I don't know who the sacred person in viewing box No. 1 is. They were actually so generous..."

The guest list of the Saint-Golia Opera House is highly confidential and is not disclosed to the public, so Diesel didn't know who exactly bought the girl who appeared as the grand finale.

But thinking that the beautiful Persian princess had already slipped through his fingers, the itch in Diesel's heart could not be calmed no matter what. Hesitating repeatedly, hesitating repeatedly, as if he had finally made up his mind, Diesel sighed and called over a management staff member with some rank in the opera house.

"May I ask what your instructions are?" The man dressed as a waiter lifted the curtain and walked into the room, asking gently.

"Do you know who the guest in viewing box No. 1 is?" Diesel asked: "I have some questions and hope to communicate with that gentleman privately."

The man showed an apologetic smile: "Sorry, sir, we cannot disclose client information to you. This is the rule, and I hope you will understand—if other guests ask us about your information, I will give the same answer."

"Alright." Diesel sighed with regret and didn't make things too difficult for the opera house staff, appearing very reasonable.

After sending the waiter away, he muttered to himself in his heart: "It was actually that Mr. Dai Ke who bought the Persian princess. He is also a client here... Hehe? Really unexpected."

Leaving the viewing box, Diesel walked through the empty and deserted theater passage and arrived at the tea room on the side of the main entrance. It was empty, and his private driver, Robin, who should have been waiting for him here, didn't know where he had gone.

"Strange, where is Robin?"

(End of this chapter)