Chapter 307

"Thanks for your care."

In viewing box No. 1, Fursoles held a glass of ginger ale and toasted Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe, laughing: "I believe tonight will be a wonderful night."

"I think so too." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe didn't care about the stiff expression on Xia Yubing's face beside him, raised his hand to clink glasses lightly with Fursoles, and drank the ginger ale in one gulp.

Suddenly, a male waiter lifted the curtain and walked in. Fursoles' face was angry, and he was just about to reprimand him for not knowing etiquette, but saw the male waiter just bow and whisper a few words in his ear. Fursoles' face changed instantly, and he said hastily: "Excuse me, excuse me for a moment." The two of them left the room in a hurry.

"... What happened?" Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe looked at the curtain constantly swaying at the door with some curiosity and handed himself a new glass of ginger ale.

Now only the two of them were left in the room. Xia Yubing bit her lower lip lightly, tugged at Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's sleeve, and asked: "Why did you buy that girl?"

"You mean Shalishali?" Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe took a sip of ginger ale and said lightly: "I don't have much interest in this kind of cultivation play, but Fan Dai Ke is very interested. It can be said that he thinks about it day and night, counting the days on his fingers all day long, just waiting for this day when she is ripe."

"I know, but." Xia Yubing's face was full of worry. Of course, she knew that Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe was imitating Fan Dai Ke's usual style to avoid suspicion from the people around him, but...

"Buying people back is simple, but what about afterwards?" Xia Yubing couldn't help asking: "How are you going to deal with her? Are you going to..."

"Then you've thought too much. I think it's more convenient to kill her."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe heard the jealousy in her voice, shook the ginger ale in the glass lightly, and said: "With Fan Dai Ke's nature, a new favorite is always taken by his side 24 hours a day without leaving his sight until he gets tired of playing, only then will she be thrown into a villa to be kept. If he gets excited one day, we'll talk about it later.

But it's impossible for me to take this girl by my side every day, and finding a place to keep her secretly isn't realistic either. It's better to kill her once and for all. At worst, we can just manufacture an accidental incident."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe didn't forget his original intention for leaving Kyushu and coming overseas—biding his time, waiting for an opportunity silently in a place where Fen Wu cannot influence, and if there is a chance, it is best to find a way to collect some information about Fen Wu. The rest, we'll take it one step at a time.

He is not a lustful European noble and will not add unstable factors to his life because of coveting the beauty of a Persian girl. The most cost-effective way to deal with it is to kill her directly.

"This..."

Xia Yubing opened her mouth, staring blankly at the calm, emotionless expression on Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's face, as if looking at a stranger she had met for the first time.

When did he become like this?

No... he has been this kind of person from the beginning; it's just that she deliberately ignored it before.

This is human nature. Whether it is Xia Yubing or others, they are more willing to believe that their husband is a living person with flesh, blood, and emotions, rather than a ghost that doesn't understand human feelings and is clumsily imitating the appearance of a "person" it thinks it is. She always subconsciously ignores the transcendence hidden outside of things in his gentle words, unwilling to face the inhuman coldness under his warm human skin.

"... Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe?"

"What?"

"Are you a human or a ghost?" Xia Yubing bit her lower lip tightly and asked in a low voice as if she had made a great determination.

"What kind of question is that."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe laughed and said: "Of course I am a human. I have things I love to eat, drinks I love to drink, books I love to read, and movies I prefer. I have all the seven emotions and six desires that ordinary people should have, and like most men, I am greedy for pleasure and lustful. You should be very clear about this." "Hmm..." Xia Yubing's face turned red. Not knowing what she thought of, she secretly shifted her gaze away, not daring to look at him.

"... In short, except for having more things on my mind, there is no difference between me and you, or anyone else." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe picked up the ginger ale and drew a conclusion for his life. The decisive tone didn't sound like he was comforting Xia Yubing; it sounded more like he was convincing himself.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from the corridor. Fursoles lifted the curtain and walked in in a rush, his face serious and his expression urgent: "Fan, I need your help."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe drank the ginger ale in one gulp and stood up immediately without saying a word: "What's wrong?"

"The theater is haunted; we must seal the scene immediately."

"Understood."

Without half a word of nonsense, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe fished out a small box wrapped in cloth from his bosom. Fursoles took the box and opened it. Inside was a pure black rectangular ink fountain, and about one-third of the ink inside remained.

"That's enough." Fursoles took the ink fountain and turned to leave.

A male waiter arrived at the door and said to Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe: "The theater is about to be sealed. Do you want to leave immediately?"

In order to prevent the spread of the strange event, everyone in the opera house, including those rich and noble clients, had been grounded and forbidden from leaving. But if Fan Dai Ke wanted to leave, there were still convenient doors that could be opened for him.

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"No need." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe shook his head. He understood the importance of the situation: "What happened here?"

"It's like this. We just found the corpse of the VIP, Mr. Diesel, on the sofa in viewing box No. 6."

The male waiter and servant under Fursoles had obviously received professional training and said while suppressing fear: "There are no wounds on Mr. Diesel's body. Neither open wounds cut by sharp objects nor bruises caused by blunt force strikes were seen. At the same time, there were no obvious signs of poisoning. The theater's doctor performed a simple examination on him and found nothing suspicious. We preliminarily judged it as a death caused by a strange event."

"Is that all?" Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe frowned and said: "I have an impression of that Diesel. He's an old guy in his 70s, and his private life is very indulgent. It wouldn't be strange if he died suddenly one day. Now it's just that the clear cause of death cannot be found temporarily. It shouldn't be enough to judge it as a strange event, right?"

"You are right." Fursoles, who had just left, strode back and said: "If it were just like that, of course it wouldn't be."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe took the ink fountain and looked at it; half of the ink inside had been used up.

"I have already used the ink line to cut off the inside and outside of the opera house. Now, not a single atom can cross the line from one side to the other. That ghost has already been trapped in the theater." Fursoles said: "If it was still inside when I drew the line."

"What happened here?" Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe put the ink fountain back into the box and asked.

Fursoles gestured with his arms: "I'll take you to see Diesel's death scene first, let's talk as we walk."

"Alright." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe followed without the slightest hesitation, and Xia Yubing had no choice but to follow his pace. Two tall, sturdy male servants followed closely behind.

(End of this chapter)